Page 11 of Jack's Second Chance
“Yes, and if he finds out, you know he will kill me. Nick too.”
“But how… I thought the only local people were the ones I knew. I’ve never seen any of you at the parties.”
“We don’t play here. Kane had learned of a club owned by a man named Beckett Haynes in New York City. We had bid on a commercial project of his and didn’t get it, but Kane and he became friends. He dragged Nick and I to the club and that was it. I had always known there was more I wanted out of sex, but I was too scared to try anything with the women I dated. Having a place to play and learn opened up a whole new world for me and taught me that kink was so much more then just rough sex.”
“Will you take me there?”
“To the club?”
“Yes. Or are they closed this week for the holiday?”
“I’ll take you this week, Kyra, and any time you want to go back. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“But you said a week.”
“I know.”
“And then after that—“
“After that, we will figure out what comes next. Don’t worry about it now.”
Kyra’s questions were valid, but I wasn’t ready to tell her everything I had planned. We had been with each other for forty-eight hours and my insane mind was already planning forever. If I told her how crazy I was, then I risked losing her completely. She said she needed a Dom. That didn’t mean she needed a relationship, a husband or a baby. But that’s what I wanted. I wanted to be everything for Kyra and I needed to convince her when she wasn’t laying naked in my arms for her to let me.
“Come on, the water is starting to cool. Let’s get some rest and we will talk more in the morning.”
I helped her out of the tub, got her dry and tucked her into bed.
“I’m going to grab some water for both of us. Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m okay. You mom’s cooking could hold me over for a week,” she said with a small laugh.
I shook my head and made a mental note as I walked to the kitchen to make her French toast for breakfast. It used to be one of her favorites and if she wasn’t going to snack now, then she would need a big breakfast in the morning. We would get through Christmas with my mother, then pack for the city. If my little girl wanted to visit a kink club, then I wasn’t going to waste any time bringing her there.
Chapter Six
Kyra
Iwokeuptothe smell of French toast and Jack between my legs. To say it was an amazing Christmas morning would be an understatement. We were due at his parents’ house for a Christmas brunch but he said he had a surprise for me after, so while I was getting dressed he was packing us an overnight bag. Little things like that went a long way in my book. I didn’t even bother asking where he was taking me, it was just nice to have someone else making the plans for once.
When we got to his family’s home, it was louder and more insane than the night before. Both of his brothers had women with them and it seemed to have surprised the entire family. Kane was known to bring a random girl or two home, but from what I understood, Nick had never done something like this before. The fact that Ansley was massively pregnant had the entire house whispering in corners about what was going on. The poor thing seemed very uncomfortable being there, even though Mrs. and Mr. Saint did everything they could to keep her happy.
“Looks like my brother has more going on than he has been willing to share,” Jack said, leaning over and whispering into my ear.
“Do you think they have been together long?”
“No. Well, I don’t know. He’s more of a workaholic than me or Kane and has been spending a lot of time in the city without us.”
“But the baby?”
“No idea. I guess I’ll get the full story when we aren’t surrounded by half the town.”
I nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just be gentle with him. Even if the baby isn’t his, she’s important to him. I can see it in his eyes.”
I watched as Nick stood next to Ansley with a hand at her back. He seemed to jump every time she made a move and couldn’t pull his eyes away from her. I had no idea what the story was there, but whatever was going on, Ansley was one lucky girl.
“Can you imagine a future like that?”
“Like what?”
