Page 16 of Brutal Sin

ChapterFive

Pamela handedher identification to the security guard at the parking lot entrance to the Vault. She was buzzing, every inch of her alive with possibility.

The last two weeks had been spent reliving what had happened the last time the secret part of the club was in session. The awakening. The pleasure. The pure ease with which she’d come undone under a skillfulhand.

“Have a good night.” The guard returned her ID and indicated for her to go ahead with a jerk of hischin.

“Thank you.” She hitched her handbag higher on her shoulder and approached the darkened stairwell. The sound of moans and grunts became louder the farther she descended, until she was at the bottom step, peeking inside the Vault.

For once, she smiled as she strode by the bar, no longer frustrated at the ease with which women were getting their rocks off. She did the customary disrobe in the locker room, packed away her handbag, and then returned to the mainarea.

The room held the usual patronage, apart from a few unfamiliar faces who didn’t pique her interest. Couples mingled with drinks in their hands, others fucked in quiet corners or blatant positions on sofas.

Nobody paid her much attention. No more or less than usual.

“Pamela,” Shay called from behind the bar. “You’reback.”

“Yeah.” She approached the grinning woman and slid onto a vacant stool. “I thought I’d give this another try after the success from the last session.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Can I get you a drink to celebrate?”

“Sure. Tequila sunrise, please.”

Shay made the concoction while Pamela swiveled on her seat, scoping the crowd. There was nothing new or different about the scene before her. One couple used the sex swing. Singles crowded the open doorways to the adjoining rooms. Some regrouped around thebar.

The only thing missing was her resentment.

“He’s not hereyet.”

She turned to Shay and grasped the drink now placed in front of her. “Who? Brute?”

“Isn’t that who you came backfor?”

“No.” It was the truth. “I have no misconceptions about being with him again.” She didn’t want to fuel his ego, no matter how skillful those hands were. “Not that I was technically with him in the first place. All it took was a thumb, a fingertip, and some smoothly drawled words.”

What made her sashay her butt back to the Vault was the hope that Bryan had opened the floodgates when he’d broken the drought. Hopefully, whoever she decided to play with next would be just as successful.

“That sounds about right.” Shay chuckled. “I swear he was born with a gift. He always leaves women begging formore.”

“I wish I didn’t agree.” Unfortunately, she did. He was truly skilled in the art of pleasure. And undeniably undeserving of his talent.

“Then why not try for another round? If you technically weren’t together last time, it wouldn’t go against his hook-up rules.”

“Rules? Really?” Incredulity dripped from her lips. The contrast from his technique to his temperament continued to shock and amaze her. “No, thanks. God knows I wouldn’t want to step on histoes.”

“He’s not that bad. Honestly. I wouldn’t have encouraged him to help you out if he was. He knows what he wants the same way you do. The difference is, he never wavers.”

“Tell me about it.” Pamela took a gulp of her drink. “I wavered like a palm tree in a cyclone. There isn’t a guy here who I didn’t at least flirt with, all in the name of trying to get afix.”

Shay placed her hands on the bar and gave a sad smile. “Then, honey, can you really blame him for setting firm boundaries? At least women know what to expect fromhim.”

True. Maybe she shouldn’t blame Bryan for owning his shit. Self-empowerment and all that pompom shaking stuff. “I guess. Doesn’t stop his personality rubbing me the wrongway.”

“Who gives a shit which way his personality rubs you as long as those orgasms keep coming? Believe me, if Leo would let me bag and gag every guy who walked in here so there was no annoying smalltalk—”

A guy sitting two stools down cleared his throat, drawing their attention.

“Oh, come on, Jeff. Don’t tell me you’re not sporting wood at the thought of being bagged and gagged.”

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