I’m completely stunned. I thought Micah was like me. Professional by day, kinky bastard by night. The thought of him moving into the sex industry full time is a shocker for sure and not necessarily the best decision in my opinion. I’m not sure Jorie is going to like this either.

  Micah catches my attention again back in the glassed room. He’s naked now and kneels to make an adjustment on the seat. It raises the woman a bit higher, and tilts so her ass sticks out. The dildo continues fucking her from underneath the seat’s opening.

  He makes another adjustment, I believe pulling the pistoning arm back a bit, and her ass moves back even more. There’s no mistaking his intention.

  I sip at my ginger ale, missing Jorie so much I ache, and incredibly turned on because Micah is doing to that woman what I want to do to his sister. We’d even talked about doing a re-creation of our first night together on that machine. Jorie’s ass accommodates me beautifully now, so she suggested moving it to the next level on one of our visits to the club.

  That would be a special visit for sure. Jorie and I had cut our time here back to barely once a week. Neither of us needed the stimulation the club provided, our attraction and desire for one another keeping us constantly fueled.

  I’d give anything right now to just have her in my empty apartment, chilling out on the couch and watching Netflix.

  And fucking before we went to sleep, of course.

  I watch with growing discomfort as Micah takes the woman’s ass as roughly as the machine is giving it to her. But I know it’s okay because I’ve seen that woman in here plenty and she likes it that way. I’ve seen her do double anal without so much as blinking.

  Right now, she’s screaming out in ecstasy and shuddering as her body is wracked with orgasms. Micah’s head falls back as he comes inside of her, and my dick gets harder as I watch him slowly move in and out of her ass while he amps up the speed of the dildo in her pussy.

  She screams and comes again.

  “He’ll make a killing off those machines,” Jerico murmurs, his eyes pinned on Micah.

  I can’t say I disagree. Fuck, I’d like to have one installed in my apartment so Jorie could ride it every night.

  “Now,” Jerico says as he stands from the stool. “I’m completely fucking horny for Trista. I’m heading out, but tell Micah I’ll follow up with him during the week to discuss this more.”

  I reach a hand out, and Jerico shakes it. “Sure thing. See you around.”

  “Will I?” Jerico says with a grin. “You’re never here anymore and I only see you with that dark-haired beauty you won’t share with anyone.”

  Christ, I didn’t realize Jerico had seen me here with Jorie. He’s almost never here when I am to begin with and when Jorie and I come in, we do our thing and then leave.

  “I’ve not seen her, but Larissa told Trista who told me,” he explains as if he could read my mind. “I hate to lose one of my most popular patrons, but I wish you the best, buddy.”

  “Thanks,” I say with a dry throat and a jerk of my chin in acknowledgment.

  Jerico leaves, and I’m thankful he hasn’t seen Jorie. He’d be able to tell she was Micah’s sister in a heartbeat.

  My head starts throbbing… an honest-to-goodness headache that makes my boner deflate. Now that Micah got his rocks off, I’m hoping we can head back to my apartment. He’s got a morning flight out, and I know he won’t want to stay out too late.

  I just really need to be with Jorie right now, if for nothing other than to make the most of our time together.

  ♦

  I slip into the hotel room, and I can tell by the utter silence that Jorie’s asleep. I didn’t get out of The Wicked Horse as early as I’d planned. Micah wanted to fuck on The Deck. I was thankfully able to use my slight “vertigo” problem to beg off. I’d not had an episode in years, but he doesn’t know that. I don’t fuck out on The Deck mainly for that reason, so it wasn’t an out-and-out lie.

  I had told Micah I was going to explore the other rooms, so he probably thought I’d had sex with someone despite my “stomach issue”. This was fine by me.

  We didn’t talk about it on the way home because he was trashed. He passed out face down on the guest bed, and I felt confident I could slip away to be with Jorie. I made a mental note to ask Jorie if she thought Micah was drinking too much lately. It was starting to become a concern, but then again… it didn’t seem to affect his regular life so I wasn’t sure.

  I take off my clothes and slide into the bed, spooning up behind her. I know instantly she’s awake by how stiff she is in my arms. I pull her in closely and whisper, “I’m so fucking glad to be here right now.”

  She responds by wiggling her ass against my dick. It starts to respond, and I mutter, “Yes, I’m horny from watching that stuff all night, and yes, I want to fuck you, but for now… let me just hold you for a bit, okay?”

  “Was it awful?” she asks, her voice carrying concern for me hanging out in a sex club all night. That’s whacked.

  “It was hell, baby,” I tell her softly.

  “I couldn’t sleep,” she says into the darkness.

  “I know.” My arms lock tighter around her. “I won’t ever go there again without you.”

  “Deal,” she says softly, and I think all is okay.

  “In fact,” I add on. “I’m okay if we don’t go back there again.”

  This surprises her, and she wiggles in my embrace so she can flip around and face me. I can’t see her features very well, but the tone of her voice tells me that makes her wary.

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t need it to have it bad for you, Jorie,” I explain. “I’ve got it bad for you 24/7.”

  “It’s fun, but I don’t need it either,” she says, and my body relaxes. “Maybe only for special occasions.”

  I chuckle. “And one last hoorah to get you on that machine. I want that again.”

  “Mmm,” she murmurs as she drops her hand down to my cock. Her warm hand starts to stroke me as she whispers, “I want that again, too.”

  My hand goes between her legs, and she’s perfectly wet for me. “Missed this tonight. Fantasized about this tonight.”

  “It’s yours every night,” she says. For a moment, I imagine a world I could have Jorie in my future for real. Where I could be open about it and not keep her like a dirty little secret from her brother.

  Pulling my hand out from between her legs, I toss the covers off us and roll to my back. My hand goes to her head. “Get those lips on my cock.”

  She sits up, goes to her knees, and immediately leans over me. She takes me in deep and has gotten so fucking good, she can swallow the tip of my dick now without any reaction. She does so now, and a grunt of pleasure escapes me. I allow myself just a moment of pure bliss in this woman’s mouth, then my hands are on her hips and I’m dragging her over me.

  She doesn’t need any encouragement. We’ve sixty-nined several times before, trying out a variety of positions. This is my favorite though because she lowers her pussy to my face and rubs herself all over my mouth. Jorie has blossomed and isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants. She sure as fuck isn’t afraid to give.

  My tongue drives in deep as I use my hands on her hips to help move her on me. I take breaths of air when I can, allow myself to feel her on my dick, and I eat her out hard. Best fucking meal in the world in my opinion.

  It doesn’t take her long, but then again, it never does. I’m always a little stunned and totally full of myself how fast I can get her off, but she’s always super reactive to my tongue. She explodes, grinds down on me, and scrapes her teeth up my cock at the same time.

  Fuck, that feels good.

  I let her barely lick me for a few moments as she experiences the full orgasm, but once the tremors die away, she’s back on my cock again. In deep, her throat clamping tight to the tip each time. Jorie’s hand goes to my balls and I close my eyes, giving in to nothing but sensation while I casually pet her sensitive clit. I think about putting my mouth back on her, but honestly… Jorie’s so good at sucking my cock now, I just want to experience it. I’ll get her off again after.

  Pulling all the way off me, she whispers in the dark, “Raise your legs up and spread them for me, Walsh.”

  This is new, but I don’t hesitate to comply. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her when it comes to sex.

  I can’t see what she’s doing as her pussy’s blocking by view, but then her warm mouth is back on me, working my shaft.

  Then I feel her finger pressing against my hole, and I can’t fucking help but tense. It’s wet and warm, I’m assuming from a trip to her mouth before she took me back in.

  She bobs her head faster, her hand stroking my balls. I relax, give into the feeling for a few blissful moments, and then she’s pushing that delicate finger straight into my ass.

  I bark out a cry of surprise and pleasure all at the same time, and I’m completely unprepared for the orgasm that rips through me. Jorie hums in appreciation as she sucks me down, gently moving her finger in and out as I continue to come and come and come.

  “Holy fuck,” I groan, my hips rising off the bed to get more of her mouth? More of her finger? I have no fucking clue, but that was some intense shit.

  When I’m absolutely spent, she pulls off me and gently slides her finger out.

  “Jesus, Jorie,” I mutter. “You’re a fucking dirty girl.”

  “I’ve been reading,” she says, and I can hear the satisfied smirk in her tone.

  “You deserve another orgasm for that,” I tell her as I pull her back down onto my face, and she sighs with contentment.

  CHAPTER 20

  Jorie

  Walsh knocks on the bathroom door again and impatiently calls out, “Come on, Jorie. It seriously can’t take you that long to get ready.”

  I giggle and look at Elena as she glues the last feather in place. We’d commandeered his master bathroom tonight so I could recreate my outfit from the night we first met at the club, down to the last peacock feather. Elena gladly volunteered to help get me ready, and I can’t wait to see his face.

  I can’t wait to get on that machine tonight at The Wicked Horse. We’re going in sort of thinking this is our last time for a while, and then we’re going to step back from the club and just have each other. I feel it’s the right thing to do while we establish this weird relationship of ours.

  Micah flew out early this morning. I miss him already, but there’s also a sense of relief that he’s gone. That I can be with Walsh and be free about it at the same time. That doesn’t mean that I won’t give up hope that I can have it all; it’s just right now I’m focused on taking this one day at a time.

  And today—or rather tonight—Walsh is going to put me right back on that machine that started this all.

  “We’ll be out in a few minutes,” I call back to him, and he groans in frustration.

  Elena laughs quietly and whispers, “You’re a lucky bitch to have a man who pushes every one of your buttons in the right way, you know that, right?”

  “Right,” I say with a firm nod of my head.

  “You realize now, Vince was wrong about you,” she says as her fingertips smooth the feather she just placed down.

  I look at her through the mirror over the vanity and shake my head slightly. “I don’t know that he was.”

  “What?” she asks in surprise.

  “I think I gave Vince all I had,” I tell her in a surprising moment of truth that I just now seemed to understand. “I didn’t love him enough to give myself to him so freely. He didn’t give me enough so I’d want to give him back more.”

  “Whoa, shit,” Elena mutters in a whisper. “You love Walsh?”

  I give her a smile. “I think what I feel for him surpasses just love. Our lives are so complicated and have been entwined forever, so what I feel for him is just so much more than the way I loved Vince.”

  “Girl,” Elena says as she blinks her eyes to dispel some tears that has formed. “That is some powerful shit. Making me cry and everything.”

  I pat her arm and laugh. “Well, things are beyond messed up right now, but I’m hoping that my dreams will turn into reality at some point.”

  “I have faith they will,” she says with a resolute nod of her head. “Now… you are stunning. Go get your man. You two go get your rocks off spectacularly while I go home and eat cookie dough.”

  Standing up, I reach out and grab Elena for a hard hug. “Thank you for being the best friend imaginable. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

  “Aww… I love you, tootsie,” she says as she hugs me back just as hard.

  ♦

  “I can’t believe you recreated the feathers,” Walsh says in wonder as we walk hand in hand through The Silo. I take in the scene, note the various people having sex, or just mingling. I smile to myself at the stocks in the room next to the dildo machine, as Walsh had me in there one night.

  I’ve become a complete exhibitionist, getting off now on people watching us together. It’s so fucking dirty and liberating at the same time. I’d love to go somewhere else with Walsh and have public sex with him, but I’m terrified of getting arrested so that will probably never happen. I snicker at the thought.

  “What’s so funny?” Walsh asks as he leads me to the hallway that goes behind the glassed rooms. Walsh reserved the dildo machine for eleven, so it’s ready and waiting for us. The only thing different tonight was I didn’t wear panties, and only because it was moot. They were coming off as soon as I walked in the door.

  “I was just thinking I’d like to have public sex with you somewhere, but I’m afraid of getting busted,” I tell him truthfully.

  He gives me a deep laugh in return and pulls my hand up to his mouth for a quick kiss. “I’ll make it happen, baby.”

  “Where?” I ask suspiciously.

  “Hell, there are any number of hotels here that I can get a room that looks practically into the next building over. We’ll go fuck all night up against the window. Plenty of people will see us.”

  Well, damn… that makes me wet.

  Walsh opens the door to our room that holds Micah’s amazing invention, and I get even wetter.

  “God, Walsh,” I whisper to him as he drops my hand and shuts the door. “I think I can actually feel my heartbeat in my clit right now.”

  He chuckles and steps into me. One hand goes to my neck as he presses his mouth to mine in a deep kiss. The other goes in between my legs as he rubs my clit for research purposes.

  “Totally throbbing,” he says against my mouth and I laugh back at him. Then he’s turning me to the machine and says, “Let’s get you saddled up. I’ve got a raging hard-on, so I want to make you come a few times, fuck your ass, then I want to go back to my apartment and start season three of Sons of Anarchy.”

  That makes me giggle. I’ve been introducing Walsh to some of my favorite TV shows as he’s never been a guy who just likes to lay around and chill. But that’s certainly changing.

  For the moment, we ignore the people outside of the glass window. I can sense them pressing in, but Walsh keeps me otherwise preoccupied as he leads me up to the machine. Before he asks me to even straddle it, he brings his hands to my face and kisses me again. This time it’s soft and sweet and so contrary to what we’re getting ready to do.

  “You’re amazing, Jorie,” he murmurs to me. “There’s no one who could ever compare to you.”

  I smile at him, my heart turning to absolute mush. “I feel the same, Walsh. It’s only you.”

  “Alright then,” he says softly and spins me to the machine. “Work yourself down on that cock, baby.”

  It’s for total flare that I pull the stretchy material of my dress up so the curve of my ass is bared to the crowd but the mystery of my pussy stays covered. Walsh wouldn’t care if I stripped completely as he has no problem with people looking… just touching.

  Walsh holds the dildo for me as I start to work it in. I flex and rotate my hips, taking it into my body an inch at a time. I was so wet at the thought of doing this with Walsh that it slides in easily. When I’m seated to the hilt, Walsh takes the remote control off a small table. I feel his hand at my back and my eyes flutter closed as he turns it on a very low vibration. It doesn’t even move up and down, just buzzes within me.

  So fucking nice. I lean forward, turn my head, and rest my cheek against the padded incline bench. I open my eyes to look at people watching, and I’m paralyzed with horror as I realize Micah is standing at the back of the crowd with fury in his eyes.

  “Oh, fuck,” I cry out as I scramble off the dildo.

  Walsh is so stunned that he grabs my hips to steady me. “What’s wrong, Jor?”

  “Micah,” I say as tears form in my eyes. “I just saw him at the back of the crowd.”

  “Impossible,” Walsh murmurs, but he looks around The Silo, same as me. We both see him storming out the door at the same time.

  I don’t hesitate. I pull my dress down and run for the door, Walsh close on my heels.

  I can hear the murmur of confused people as they watch us emerge from the back hallway and run for the exit.

  We chase after Micah. Although I don’t see him anymore, there’s no doubt he’s on his way out of the club. Walsh and I spend a tense, quiet ride down the elevator as I don’t bother trying to hold the tears back. Walsh tries to reach out to me, but I shake my head furiously, too overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame that Micah saw me like that. I feel like I’m going to puke.

  When the elevator hits the lobby of the hotel, Walsh bursts out and shoots across the marble floor. He pushes through the doorway, me right behind him, and we come to a stop as we look left and right for my brother. We both locate him down at the end of the block, and we run that way. We come to a stop a few feet away as Micah just stands there, not moving.

  Back to us, head down, shoulders slumped.

  “Micah,” I say in absolute misery.

  He turns on us, his face a mask of rage, then he’s swinging so hard and fast I can’t even cry out a warning. Micah’s fist connects with Walsh’s jaw, whose head rocks back and he stumbles a few feet. He stays upright, though, and doesn’t make a move to retaliate or defend himself.