ZAAN (Sidewinders: Generations Book 1)

by Kat Mizera

  “You. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  “Well, you’ve got me. See? No problem.”

  “But what happens when I go out on tour again?”

  10

  Zaan

  Her question caught me a little off guard because the truth was that I couldn’t imagine a scenario where she left again. Two months wasn’t a big deal, but I didn’t want her touring with those idiots from Special Kay for another second longer than necessary. And though she’d said her team was working on it, my gut told me that if she couldn’t get out of the contract now, she wouldn’t be able to get out of doing the next album either. Once they’d started touring, they’d basically never stopped, and that had been a problem for us. Not because I couldn’t handle her doing her own thing, but because we literally never saw each other. I couldn’t be where she was, and she certainly couldn’t be with me, so we’d wound up unofficially breaking up over and over.

  Though there had only been one time we’d officially broken up, I didn’t want to get to that place again. We’d taken breaks over the years, when things had been too much for us, so I already knew what would happen if I didn’t do something different this time around. The issue was that I could never tell her to abandon her music. It was as much a part of her as hockey was a part of me.

  “I know you’re upset about me going back on tour,” she said quietly.

  “I’m mostly upset about you going on tour with them. The distance will be hard on us, but more than that I’m going to worry.”

  “I know, but I’ll have a bodyguard this time. The record company agreed to pay for it, so I’m a lot less worried. They’re currently redoing the schedule, trying to get the dates we’ve missed added in between current dates instead of tacking them on to the end, but there’s no way to know what’s going to happen with that.”

  “So it might be more than two months.”

  She sighed. “Yeah.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that without starting an argument, so I didn’t say anything at all. I just held her close and tried not to think about it until we absolutely had to.

  Despite my busy schedule, I carved out as much time for Lexi as I could, and within a few days we’d settled into a comfortable routine. Even though she was leaving soon, she wanted to have a car when she got back so we went car shopping and she wound up buying a convertible Mustang, something she’d wanted for a long time. We had a blast driving around the afternoon she picked it up, singing to all the songs we loved, top down, wind in our hair. The car was red, with black leather interior and all the bells and whistles. She loved it and I was pretty in love with it too, teasing her about trading vehicles with her.

  On the flip side, I was struggling to find a balance at work, because she was all I thought about, which was new for me. I hadn’t thought about much of anything but hockey since coming to the Sidewinders four years ago, but I hadn’t known her my rookie season and then we’d only had one summer together before she left. Now that she was back, I gave her all the attention I possibly could because I wanted her to remember what it was like for us to be together. Especially since she had to go again soon.

  After our five-day road trip where I was spectacularly unproductive on the ice, I decided it was time for a distraction and told Jamie I wanted to bring Lexi to the club on Friday night. I didn’t tell her where we were going, merely telling her to wear something sexy, but when she came out of the bedroom in a slinky black dress that barely covered her ass and stiletto heels that made her legs look a mile long, I started questioning the wisdom of taking her out in public.

  She wasn’t just beautiful because I loved her, she was truly magnificent. Five feet six inches of sexy blond goddess, wrapped up in the voice of an angel and the heart of a warrior. She’d battled breast cancer at sixteen, and then setback after setback in her recovery. Then she’d spent three years on the road with a group of women who hated her, all while rising to stardom and remaining true to herself, no matter what the cost had been to her emotions and sanity.

  I loved everything about this woman, on a level that went far beyond her physical attributes, but I wasn’t blind to what others saw. And tonight they would see a lot. Long legs, sexy cleavage, deep red lipstick on very plump lips. Lexi was most men’s wet dream and I was taking her to a sex club, a place where men literally went for the sole purpose of…sex. Was I crazy?

  “Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” she asked as she approached me.

  “Because it’s a surprise,” I said, reaching for her. “Though now that I see you, I’m tempted to just throw you on the bed and keep you there for the night.”

  She laughed. “Whatever you want is fine with me. I haven’t really gone out since the incident, so I’m a little nervous about being in public.”

  “We’re not really going somewhere public,” I told her. “You’ll see what I mean when we get there.”

  She tossed me the keys of her Mustang, grinning as she said, “I assume you want to drive.”

  “The new car is definitely fun,” I agreed, catching her keys in one hand and grabbing her hand with the other.

  Lexi turned up the radio as we drove, singing to Halestorm’s “Freak Like Me” and dancing in her seat. It was moments like these that took me back to when we’d met, singing to Led Zeppelin and taking my Harley out for rides. Hopefully, we’d do that again this summer, when the weather was better, I didn’t have hockey, and her commitment to Special Kay was a thing of the past. Listening to her sing was one of my favorite things and the joy it brought her was almost tangible. She lit up, even like this, when it was just the two of us in the car.

  “When are you going to meet up with Casey?” I asked her, since she’d mentioned that Casey had just gotten to town.

  “Probably next week, once you’ve left on the next trip,” she said. “I’m trying to schedule stuff when you’re gone because I’m going to have to leave soon too.”

  “It sucks because the first half of the season was a lot less travel-intensive.”

  “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”

  I really hoped she was right.

  We pulled into a dark, nondescript parking lot and Lexi frowned. “I dressed up to come to an abandoned old warehouse?”

  “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” I admonished her, grinning. I got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door. She took my hand as she stepped out and looked around.

  “Where are we?”

  “This is Club Inferno.”

  “Club Inferno?” She frowned. “What’s that?”

  “It’s the club Jamie is a part-owner of.”

  “I don’t think I knew he owned a club.”

  I put an arm around her waist as we walked. “Well, you’re about to see.”

  “Is this like those secret speakeasies that are popping up all over the world?”

  “Uh, not exactly.” I knocked on a door that wasn’t marked, waiting for a voice on the speaker to ask for the password. “Teller fifty-five,” I said when the man asked.

  “You need a password to get in?” Lexi was mystified and I chuckled as I guided her inside.

  “Yup. It’s private, members only. We’re here on guest passes tonight.”

  “Good evening.” A man in a suit greeted us in the reception area. “You’re guests of Mr. Teller this evening. You’ll need to wear white wristbands, indicating you’re guests and not members, and that you’re not participating in any activities. I have forms for each of you to sign and I’ll need to see the young lady’s identification as this is a twenty-one and over establishment.”

  Lexi handed over her driver’s license while I signed my release form and she took a moment to peruse hers. I saw the questions in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything and signed it before allowing the man to put the white band on her wrist.

  “If you have any questions, about anything, you can find anyone with a black band—those are employees. Mr. Teller said he would find
you at the bar to say hello.”

  “Thank you.” I nodded at the man.

  “Enjoy your evening.”

  “What on earth is he talking about?” Lexi whispered to me.

  “Just go with it, okay? I promise, this is going to be fun.”

  We walked inside and it could have been any other nightclub. The lights were low, the dance floor was packed, there were several bars lined with people ordering drinks, and multiple high-top tables where small groups were talking and drinking. The two things that were different than regular clubs were the stripper pole on one side of the room and the raised dais that contained a large bed surrounded by glass. I knew from previous visits that members and employees sometimes put on sex shows in there, but I didn’t say anything to Lexi, letting her absorb it all.

  We ordered drinks and moved to a high-top table. I pulled her against me, her back to my front, allowing her to observe while I held her. I had one arm wrapped around her waist and I rested my chin on her shoulder.

  “What do you think?”

  “It’s…not what I was expecting. Is that a bed over there?”

  I chuckled. “It is.”

  “And people go in there to have sex?” She turned slightly so she could look at me. “In front of everyone?”

  “They do.”

  “I’m confused,” she whispered.

  “We’re not doing anything,” I said softly. “We’re just going to watch.”

  “Watch…other people have sex?”

  “Among other things.”

  “So this is a sex club.”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’ve been here before.”

  “Yes, but only as a guest at private parties with the team. I’ve never participated in the sex stuff. It’s fun to come here with the guys, where we can just drink and be stupid, without worrying that anyone will see us or take pictures. This place has super strict rules about photos and video.”

  “I saw that in the release I signed.” She turned, wrapping her arms around my neck. “So, you expect me to sit here and watch other people have sex and not get all worked up?”

  “Will that get you worked up?” I asked quietly, one hand cupping her lush little ass while the other pulled her closer.

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure it will.”

  “Hi, guys.”

  We reluctantly pulled apart as Jamie approached us, a smile on his face. “Welcome to Club Inferno.”

  “Thanks.” I gave him a grin.

  “Thanks for having us,” Lexi told him. “I’m curious about what goes on here.”

  “Here on the main floor, it’s mostly just a regular club. Drinking, dancing, the occasional demonstration, and once in a while people rent out the glass room and give everyone a show.”

  “People pay to have others watch them have sex?” she asked, her eyes widening.

  Jamie laughed. “Absolutely. And they pay a pretty penny too.”

  “And there are other floors with other activities?”

  “Upstairs are private suites, rented on a first come, first serve basis, and equipped with different elements of BDSM and sex play, for those who want a walk on the wild side either with a stranger or just away from home. Downstairs is the dungeon, where the kinky go to play. Everything from St. Andrew’s crosses to spanking benches and the bull.”

  “The bull?”

  “Where naughty submissives are set on a dildo and enjoy a bit of a ride.” He winked and I watched Lexi swallow, her eyes a little wider.

  “Wow. I had no idea places like this existed.”

  “And that’s why you’re here. Zaan thought you might enjoy checking it out. Just remember, no matter how extreme it might seem to you, everything here is consensual and based on the members’ individual needs and fantasies. What might look like assault is merely someone who enjoys it rough. We have people into pain, breath play, bondage, every sexual scenario you could think of and probably more than a few you couldn’t. We have security in every section of the club except the private rooms, and those are only rented to people we know who understand the rules. If you have questions or concerns, come find me. I try to stay close by whenever we have someone who’s never been here before, especially guests from the team.”

  “Thank you.” Lexi smiled at him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Have fun.” He smiled back and strolled away, talking to other guests.

  “Is this because of the conversation we had?” she asked once we were alone.

  “Partially. But I also thought it would be fun. You want to try new things, and this is definitely the place for that. We don’t have to do anything, but we might see something we want to try when we’re alone.”

  “Now that sounds like fun.” She wrapped her arms around my neck again and I kissed her.

  We swayed to the music, alternately kissing, drinking and watching the crowd. As far as a sex club went, the crowd was pretty tame tonight and I was wondering if this had been a waste of time until the lights flashed and a couple climbed up into the glass room. The woman was naked, wearing nothing but red high heels, and the man wore nothing but black leather pants. They were gorgeous, whoever they were, probably in their late twenties. He was big and buff; she was shapely and slender. She wore a collar around her neck, which told me she was his submissive, and he held a flogger in his hand.

  The woman immediately bent over the edge of the bed, legs straight, butt in the air. The man started slowly and rhythmically smacking her with the flogger. He moved from the backs of her thighs to her ass and back. He would pause now and then to caress her skin, whisper to her, pull her against him.

  Lexi seemed mesmerized, watching as she leaned back against me, her sweet little ass pressing against my groin, making it harder and harder for me to avoid an erection. Not that it mattered in a place like this, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to my being turned on in public.

  I slid one hand along her thigh, the skin silky to the touch. She lifted one of her hands, reaching back to dig her fingers into my hair, and slowly drew my head down and forward. Her mouth opened beneath mine, tasting slightly of her margarita, salty and tangy and sensual. Her tongue slipped between my lips and found mine, taking demanding pulls as she ground that great ass of hers against my cock.

  Oh, yeah. She was turned on.

  My hand ventured higher, beneath her dress, searching out the band of her thong panties. I traced lines with my finger, along her hip bone, the crease of her thigh, the seam along the front of her panties. Her breath hitched a little, her body tensing as I teased her. But she didn’t resist, didn’t stop me, didn’t even say anything.

  God, she was sexy. And this was so fucking hot.

  My fingers slid beneath the small triangle of fabric that made up the front of her thong and gently pressed between her folds.

  She was fucking soaked.

  11

  Lexi

  I didn’t know what we were doing, but while one part of my brain screamed that we should stop, that I couldn’t possibly let Zaan finger me in public, my body had a mind of its own. His fingers were doing wicked things to me right now, one of them sliding in and out of me, slowly and rhythmically, his lips settling on the curve of my neck. He sucked hard, until I was sure he was going to leave a mark, but I didn’t care. He’d found my clit now and was circling it lightly, letting me guide his pace.

  Pleasure was rocketing through my core, two delightfully wicked fingers pushing into me as I started to come.

  “Zaan…” My voice was a hushed whisper, even as the world around me disappeared. Whether it was the fact that people could see me or that I’d never done something like this before, I had no way of knowing, but my orgasm was strong and lasted a long time, each wave rolling over the next.

  “That’s it, beautiful.” Zaan slowly pulled his fingers out of me and then brought them to my mouth. “Taste yourself, doll. Then I’m going to kiss you and taste it for myself.”

  My lips closed around his fin
gers without thinking, my own tangy taste coating my tongue. Then he was kissing me again, our mouths fused together like lifelines.

  “God, I need to fuck you in the worst way,” he breathed.

  “Yes.” I turned to face him. “Here?”

  He pulled a condom from his pocket. “Condoms are mandatory here, no matter what we do at home.”

  “Fuck, yes. Now. Here.” I didn’t know what the hell I was saying, I just needed him inside of me desperately and I didn’t care who was watching.

  He unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang free. I watched, licking my lips as he put the condom on. Then he turned me away from him and bent me over the stool he’d been sitting on. He slid up my dress, moved my thong to the side and pushed inside of me without a word. Whether it was the fact that we were in a room full of people, or how skilled of a lover he was, I had no idea, but it felt so good I never wanted it to end.

  He dug a hand into my hair, tugging it enough to make it burn, and everything intensified. I was vaguely aware of people watching us, and random faces swam into my line of vision, but I couldn’t think, much less concentrate. Zaan was deep inside of me, one hand in my hair while the other had drifted forward to cup one of my breasts through the fabric of my dress.

  “I’d love everyone to see your beautiful chest,” he whispered against my ear. “The beauty of your scars and how sexy you are despite all of it.”

  I couldn’t seem to refuse him anything tonight and I merely nodded as Zaan slowly slipped the spaghetti straps of my dress down. He took his time, letting the fabric fall beneath my breasts gradually, softly pooling around my waist.

  And now I was topless, getting fucked in a room full of people, many of whom were watching. But if I thought there would be pity or disgust in anyone’s eyes, I would have been wrong. Despite the tattoos and implants, the skin of my chest was mottled and scarred from multiple surgeries and there was no hiding it. Yet the one or two people I managed to zero in on looked almost as aroused as I was. As if my breasts really were as beautiful as Zaan said they were.