Page 48 of Salute, To Bravery
I’ll need to rely on body language, which, thank God, I’m an expert in reading. She’s curious, nervous, and slightly turned on. She’s fidgeting and not meeting Dare’s eyes. When she uncrosses her legs to adjust her position, I wonder if her injury is bothering her.
Her dress gets caught on the edge of the table, and she yanks it up quickly to bring her legs closer, but not fast enough. My hand hits the mirror in shock.
No panties?
Maybe she’s ready for tonight after all. I lick my lips at the possibility as Dare passes her the paperwork and leans back into a relaxed pose to watch her read. Her eyes track every line as her cheeks slowly turn red. Her hand comes up to her neck, and a drop of sweat rolls down her temple. Her legs rub together slightly, and then suddenly she’s reaching for the pen to sign.
Dare glances at the mirror and nods once.
She’s ours for the night.
They stand and walk into the main dungeon space, and I hurry down the hall to the next window. The entire club is surrounded by one-way mirrors, which provide a second level of protection. Each room has at least two dungeon monitors to ensure safety and rules.
We never record anything and do not allow cameras of any type.
I make it in time to find Dare holding Jess up by the elbows as her mouth gawks at the current show on the main stage. It’s a sex swing demo with a submissive currently sucking a guy’s dick while a woman eats her out.
I glance back at Jess, who is now nodding at something Dare said.
I grab my phone and text him.
SWITCH!
Chapter Six.
Darren
A few minutes earlier
There she is.
Damn, she’s even more beautiful in person. I almost stumble over my own feet, which makes her look up at me.
Act cool. Channel your inner Warren.
I slow my steps and try to walk the way my soldier brother does. She must spot the movement because her eyes drop to my groin, and I swallow hard.
Don’t get hard. DO NOT GET HARD.
I repeat it until I’m standing in front of her, and still, her eyes have not returned to mine. Fucking shit. She’s got her lip caught between her teeth, and her hair has fallen to cover half her face.
What I wouldn’t give to see her eyes, but I can’t reach out and touch her because it’s not something Warren would do. Maybe he was right. This idea sucks.
“Is that the paperwork?” She clears her throat and looks away.
I feel cold without the warmth of her gaze.
“It is. There may be terms you do not understand, so I need you to ask any questions you have now.” I sit down and take her in.
She uncrosses her legs and has to fix her dress when it catches on the table. A loud bang sounds behind me, but I don’t bother turning. She has my undivided attention now.
All kinds of noises seep through the walls of a place like this. I smirk to myself as the image of Jess holding a headboard while it bangs on the wall from the force of Warren and me taking her fills my mind.
I place the papers on the coffee table between us, carefully laying the pen on top and pushing them towards her. She blows out a breath as I lean into the back of the seat and try to look relaxed and at ease.
How I manage not to bounce my knee or tap my fingers, I have no clue. I feel anxious, excited, and, most of all, turned on. My skin feels like it’s crawling with ants, and my mind is telling me she is the cure.
I watch with fascination as she mumbles the words on the NDA to herself. She brings them closer to her as if she needs glasses, but I see the flush of her cheeks she’s trying to hide.
