Page 62 of Waiting for Him
“Scratch that, Dennis. Master Ben will be playing tonight.”
Boomer glared at Carter as the Dom smacked him on the shoulder, then leaned against the bar with an annoying grin.
“I’m not fucking playing tonight, Dennis. Fill it up.”
Picking up the empty glass, Carter handed it to the amused bartender while shaking his head. “Nope. You’re playing, so no more booze. Two waters, please, Den.”
Turning back to Boomer, he ignored the dirty, pissed-off stare he was getting. “I’ve got a lovely new submissive who wants a little action, and I think she’s just what you need to get out of this fucking funk you’re in. Your other option is the one Ian and Devil Dog came up with, but I think you’ll choose door number one after you hear what’s behind door number two.”
His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit, but apparently, everyone was done with his pity party except him. “What’s their option?”
“A session with Mistress China, who I must say is head-over-her-pretty-ass about the idea. You know how much she loves to whip pathetic guys back into shape.” Carter paused to take a drink from one of the water bottles that'd been placed in front of them. “So, what’s it going to be, Boom-Boom? Some hot sex with an even hotter sub or China’s bullwhip?”
Astonished, Boomer grunted. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?”
“No, he’s not.”
He sighed heavily and spun around on the barstool to face Boss-man and found the rest of his team in attendance.
Shit.
Just what he fucking needed—an intervention.
All five wor their best Dom faces, daring him to give them shit. Add in the super-spy, and there was no way he was getting out of this. His choices were clear—a lashing from the sadistic Whip Mistress or fucking a willing submissive who might let him forget about Kat for a little while.
The problem was . . . he didn’t want to forget about her. He wanted her by his side and in his bed for the rest of his life. Fucking another woman would never change that. Instead, it would make him feel like he was cheating on the only woman who would ever own his heart. And that right there was his answer. “If I lay off the booze and get my head on straight, can I pick door number three?”
Ian cocked one eyebrow. “Door number three?”
“I need some time off. I’ve got to go after her . . . to Portland.” He swallowed hard, refusing to break down in front of the men who were brothers to him. “She’s my life. I don’t care if I have to get on my knees and beg or tie her ass up and kidnap her, but damn it, I’m not letting her get away this time. I love her, and I’ve got to get her back.”
“Thank fuck! Now we can put an end to this fucking pity party of yours. I was about to start watering down the Jack.” Ian took a step toward him. “But she’s not in Oregon, Boom.”
His eyes narrowed as he slid off the stool and stood. Panic assailed him. If she wasn’t in Portland, where the hell was she? “What do you mean? She’s somewhere else? Where? Her aunt’s?”
He might have asked Ian the questions, but Carter answered. “Downstairs in room four, waiting patiently and presenting herself for her Dom. Don’t fuck it up. And don’t freak out when she tells you I kissed her.”
Running toward the grand staircase, Boomer barely heard the other Dom’s last words and the chorus of snorts and chuckles from his teammates. All he could think about was Kat was waiting for him on the other side of the building. Ian or Devon must have waved at the bouncer at the stairs because he let Boomer pass without checking his membership card for alcohol consumption.
Tamping down the urge to push people out of his way, he made his way through the crowd as fast as possible, dodging bodies and cursing along the way. On the other side of the cavernous room, two sets of hallways led to twelve private rooms, six in each. An on-duty Dungeon Master, stationed between the entrances to both hallways, nodded at him as he ran past. Grinding to a halt outside room four, he paused to catch his breath and calm himself down. Carter had said she was presenting herself for her Dom, so her Dom was what he needed to be when he walked into the room.
He didn’t know who had taught her how to present, but he had a strong feeling it was Angie and Kristen. Since their Masters knew about Kat being here, it was pretty much a given for them to know as well. And he was positive those two match-makers couldn’t pass up an opportunity to help create a happy-ever-after.
Wait . . . what the hell? Did the fucking spy say something about kissing Kat? Damn, he’d kick the guy’s ass later if he didn’t have a fucking good excuse for it—and maybe even if he did.
Inhaling deeply, he turned the knob and opened the door. His breath caught at the sight of her and got stuck in his chest. She was kneeling on a red satin pillow in the center of the room, knees shoulder-width apart, back straight, head bowed, and upturned hands resting on her thighs—presenting perfectly. Dressed in a black bra and panties with a sheer lace teddy over them, she was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen in his life, and his cock agreed. He noticed a shiver go through her body, and it thrilled him. When he remembered to breathe again, he entered the room, closed the door behind him, and stepped over to stand before her.
For a few moments, he remained silent, letting her anticipation build while he took in her beauty. His hands were shaking, itching to touch her. He was about to speak when he noticed papers spread out on the bed behind her. Skirting around her, he picked them up and was surprised to see her completed limit list and a note from one of the doctors on staff clearing her for play after an earlier examination. There was also a note from Ian saying Brody had done Kat’s background check.
Holy shit. Obviously, several people had a hand in expediting her clearance for the club. He’d have to remember to thank everyone.
Scanning her limit list quickly, he grinned when he saw a checkmark in the green column of several activities he wanted to do with her tonight. Stepping back in front of her, he spread his legs and crossed his arms while wiping the smile from his face. She had some punishments coming to her before they talked and then had some fun. He lowered his voice. “Stand, Kitten, and strip for me. As pretty as your outfit is, I want to see you naked.”
He was pleased when she didn’t hesitate and impressed at her gracefulness as she rose up on her feet in one fluid movement. One by one, she removed the three garments and handed them to him, all the while keeping her gaze on his feet.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, and he couldn’t wait to wrap the silky strands around his wrist. Tiny goose bumps popped up on her soft skin, and he knew it was from desire and anticipation instead of cold. The rooms were kept at a comfortable seventy degrees for that reason. A blush spread across her chest, but it wasn’t as pink as her nipples, which were already puckered and distended, waiting for him to feast on them. His gaze traveled south, and when it reached the junction of her hips and legs, his cock hardened painfully, and his knees almost buckled. She was waxed bare, and since the skin wasn’t red, he knew she had to have done it before today. Tossing the lingerie on the bed behind her, he asked, “What’s your safeword?”
Kat spoke for the first time since Boomer had entered the room. “Red, Sir.” Her voice was husky and seductive, and he held back a reactive groan.
