Page 129 of It's Always Been You

The hand on her jaw lowered to her breast and began to tease her nipple through the thin fabric. They were already hard as pebbles. The pulsing below her belly escalated to a fevered pitch. “Watch, Caitlin. He’s fucking her with his fingers.”

Caitlin’s eyes flew back to the stage, and sure enough, the man was pounding away at the woman’s pussy. Travis was gripping her tighter now, and another groan rumbled through his chest. She was ready to come, and when his thumb rubbed her clit hard, she shot off in waves. His hand went back to her jaw. “Shh . . . you have to be quiet, Cat.” He withdrew his fingers and pressed down on her pubis as she pulsed against his hand. Pleasure innervated her body in jolting tremors; the danger that someone might see them must have added to theintensity of her orgasm. She was shocked at her wanton behavior, but she knew it was because she trusted Travis implicitly, so she could let go of her inhibitions.

The woman on stage screamed. Her release coming as the man unclasped the nipple clamps.

When Caitlin finally came down from her high, the hand disappeared from under her skirt to close around her wrist. She was dragged away from the scene.

“Where’re we going?”

Travis’s expression was unreadable when he said, “Finding some place private to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

“Travis, I—”

He pulled her against him and growled, “In what universe did you think I would be okay with you wearing a dress like this?”

“I—”

“You did it behind my back, too. I’m not with you to protect you against those jackasses who want to cop a feel.”

“I was careful—”

He continued dragging her, not even bothering to listen to her any longer. He was clearly enraged. They seemed to have gotten further into the BDSM room toward a secluded hallway. She heard Travis curse and turn around, whipping her along with him, but not before she saw a woman being nailed against the wall by a man whose pants were hanging down, baring his ass.

It might have been the sudden about face, or it might have been everything that happened tonight, but her dizziness returned with a wave of nausea.

“Travis …” she squeaked.

He continued walking ahead of her, her shorter legs in high heels having to run to catch up.

“Travis . . .”

And then her world turned black.

“Travis . . .”

Caitlin’s husky whimper drifted up to him. He ignored her. He was pissed and so fucking turned on right now, he had trouble thinking. She was not going to sweet-talk herself out of a major ass-whooping followed by a hard-pounding fuck. He might as well take her home because she wasn’t going to come up for air until morning.

His right shoulder suddenly got jarred by a dead weight, his hand almost losing its grip on hers. At first, he thought she had stumbled, but he turned in time to drop to the floor to catch her falling body.

“Caitlin, what the fuck?” Surprise quickly turned to fear as he realized she was unconscious.

Fuck!

He scooped her up immediately and shouldered his way through the crowd. “Let me through!”

He made it to the entryway of the BDSM room where a bouncer stopped him. “Can’t let you carry her out of here.”

“She’s my wife,” Travis roared. “She fainted.”

“Oh, my God, what happened?” Emily rushed up to them.

“I don’t know,” Travis said tersely.

“I’ll bring the car around,” Ed said and disappeared into the sea of bodies.

“You know this guy?” the bouncer asked Emily.

“Yes. He’s her husband,” Emily replied with a hint of exasperation and worry.

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