Distraction (Club Destiny Book 8)

by Nicole Edwards

  “If you’ll excuse us,” Bill stated, reaching for Sarah again. “Sarah’s here with me.”

  It wasn’t Dylan’s place to take her away from Bill, but she merely needed to say the word and he’d do just that.

  Sarah jerked back from Bill, moving closer to Dylan. “No, I’m not,” she argued.

  Bill sighed heavily, closing his eyes as though trying to rein in his temper. Dylan didn’t move, remaining right next to Sarah.

  “Look, Sarah…” Bill opened his eyes and pinned them on her face. “I brought you here with me tonight; therefore, you are obligated to remain with me.”

  “Obligated?” Sarah squealed. “You’re insane. And you’re also a jerk. I can’t believe you’d bring me to a sex club without even talking to me about it. Why would you think this was okay?”

  And call her a prude, Dylan thought. He could testify that she was far from a prude. But he didn’t mind that Bill thought so considering that meant they likely hadn’t been too intimate. He hoped.

  “I can’t leave you alone,” Bill countered. “You’re my guest. Either you’re with me or you have to leave,” he told her, his blue eyes boring holes into Sarah’s face.

  Sure enough, the asshole was pissed.

  “Then I’ll leave.”

  “She’ll stay,” Dylan stated firmly, putting his hand on her lower back. “She’s my guest now,” Dylan added before Sarah could offer a retort. “Problem solved.”

  “What?” Bill’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t do that. She’s here with me. I took responsibility for her when I signed her in.”

  Dylan’s hand, which had come to rest on Sarah’s hip, tightened possessively, but Sarah didn’t pull away from him. He considered that a good thing. “Not anymore she’s not.”

  “Sarah, seriously. You can’t possibly want to go with him.”

  “I do.” She sighed.

  “Please,” Bill begged and Dylan rolled his eyes. The guy had no pride whatsoever.

  “Bill—”

  “Just one night,” Bill said pleadingly. “That’s all I need. I’ll show you how much fun you can have.”

  “With my clothes off?” Sarah snapped.

  “Well… It’s just…” Bill hedged, clearly coming up empty.

  Dylan chuckled. He couldn’t help himself.

  Sarah glared up at him and he immediately sobered. “Sorry,” he muttered, his smile twitching his lips again.

  “Last chance, Sarah.”

  Dylan met Bill’s gaze, narrowing his eyes in warning. The guy needed to get a grip. It was evident Sarah didn’t want to be here with him. Or maybe it was the club in general. He wouldn’t know until they sent Bill on his way and he got the opportunity to talk to her.

  “Bye, Bill,” she said softly.

  Not waiting for Bill to drop to his knees and embarrass himself more by begging, Dylan turned and led Sarah toward an empty table on the far side of the room, away from the glass enclosures, where some very interesting scenes were playing out right before their eyes.

  “I can’t believe he brought me here,” she said with a huff.

  Dylan allowed his eyes to rake over her beautiful body. That gold dress was likely the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Or perhaps she was the hottest thing wearing it. Then he remembered what Bill had said.

  “Bill bought that dress?”

  Sarah shook her head. “He thinks he did. I wouldn’t let him pay for it.”

  Well, then. He wouldn’t shred the thing when he took it off her later.

  “This was his surprise?” he inquired, waving a waitress over. Surely the guy hadn’t thought dragging the woman to a fetish club was a good way to get into her panties. It might work for some women, but Sarah…? No way.

  After Sarah was seated, Dylan moved a chair closer, his back to the wall so he could keep an eye on what was going on around them.

  “Yes. The bastard.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “It was a surprise.”

  Dylan smirked. Yep, the guy was officially a douche.

  “Why are you smiling?” she asked.

  “I’m just tryin’ to imagine why this would be the place he brought you to.”

  The instant the words were out, he could practically see her defenses fall into place.

  “I’m not a prude!” she exclaimed.

  Leaning closer, Dylan held her gaze, keeping his voice low as he said, “Darlin’, I wasn’t thinkin’ any such thing. I know firsthand, remember?”

  A pretty blush suffused her face and her big blue eyes darted away.

  “Drink?” Dylan asked Sarah when the waitress appeared.

  Sarah turned to face the woman. “Yes, please. I’ll take…” Her eyes shot to Dylan’s glass. “I’ll have what he’s having. Only make mine a double.”

  When the waitress met his eyes, Dylan grinned. “Make that two.”

  “Yes, sir. Two 7-Ups coming right up,” she said kindly and then sauntered off.

  Sarah’s mouth fell open.

  “I’m sober, remember?” he told her, proud for the first time in a long time that he could actually say that.

  “That’s… Wow. That’s right. For how long? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  “Three years.”

  He noticed that Sarah kept her eyes from roaming around the room, and he wondered if she was embarrassed to be there or embarrassed by what she saw. There were some naked bodies now, several couples, a few threesomes, one foursome if he wasn’t mistaken, all in various sexual positions.

  “Not your thing?” he asked, finishing what was left of his drink while they waited.

  “I don’t know,” she told him, lifting her eyes to his. “I don’t even know what this place is.”

  “It’s a fetish club,” he explained.

  “So, no holds barred?”

  “Sort of. As long as the play is safe, sane, and consensual.”

  “I didn’t know these places even existed.”

  “So what bothers you about it? The fact that there are naked people? Or that they’re fucking in public?”

  Her sharp inhale was cute.

  “Some people get off on being watched,” he explained.

  “I kinda figured that out on my own.”

  “Do you watch porn, Sarah?” he asked bluntly. Figuring this would possibly be his one and only opportunity to talk to Sarah like this, he might as well ask the questions he was most interested in.

  “Yes,” she snapped. “Of course.”

  He could tell she was lying. “What kind of porn?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. Regular porn.”

  Dylan laughed.

  “Are you laughing at me?” she questioned, her heated gaze pinned on his face.

  “Nope. Just curious.”

  “About?”

  Sarah seemed genuinely interested in the answer, and Dylan had the sudden urge to touch her. Getting to his feet, he walked around the table to stand behind her. Swiveling her seat so that she was facing the room directly, he leaned over her shoulder and put his mouth near her ear.

  Goddamn, she smelled good.

  “Do you watch bisexual porn?” he asked, turning her toward a threesome on one of the red leather sofas. A muscular guy with tats covering a large portion of his upper body was lodged to the hilt in another guy’s ass, while that guy had a woman sitting on his face. Quite frankly, it wasn’t Dylan’s thing—the bisexual part, that was—but it was rather hot to watch.

  “No,” Sarah whispered.

  Dylan cupped her shoulders and turned her more. “Do you watch lesbian porn?”

  She shook her head as Dylan watched two women making out in a chair near the bar, one woman straddling the other, their lips locked together.

  “What about gay porn?” Once again, he maneuvered her so she could see the two men no more than ten feet away, one on his knees with the other guy’s dick in his mouth.

  “No.”

  Dylan noticed she wasn’t looking away.

  “BDSM?” he asked, turning
her toward one of the glass-enclosed rooms where a rather intense scene was taking place. A mistress had her subs strapped to a spanking bench.

  Another head shake.

  “So what does your normal porn consist of?” Dylan spun her around to face him.

  He was standing directly in front of her now, looking down into those gorgeous blue eyes, and he wanted to kiss her more than he wanted his next fucking breath.

  “Okay, fine. I don’t watch porn,” she admitted.

  Taking a step closer, he pushed her legs apart, insinuating himself between them as he forced the sexy gold dress higher on her thighs. He trailed his fingers up her arms, admiring the ink that covered her from elbow to shoulder. Cupping her face, he held her still while he locked his eyes with hers. “But this turns you on, doesn’t it?”

  A subtle nod was the only answer he received.

  “And you don’t want to leave, do you?”

  She didn’t answer him.

  “It’s okay if you do,” Dylan told her quickly. “I’ll be sure you get home safe and sound. You don’t have to stay if you don’t—”

  Sarah surprised him, placing her fingers over his lips. “I don’t want to leave. Not yet, anyway.”

  Dylan swallowed hard. “I’m not gonna pretend to know what you want, Sarah. You have to tell me.”

  Her eyes never left his. “I want you.”

  Her admission shocked the shit out of him, leaving him speechless. Before he could respond to that, the waitress returned with their drinks, and Dylan realized he suddenly needed a minute. Being with Sarah again … regardless of where they were… That sounded like heaven to him.

  But he did have one stipulation, one he needed to confess to before they did anything more.

  The question was, what was she going to think about that?

  chapter NINE

  NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, SARAH was way out of her league in this club, but she couldn’t help but be affected by the carnality of it all.

  At first, when it had dawned on her what Bill had been expecting by bringing her here, she’d been exasperated. Then again, that was partially her own fault because she didn’t have the same attraction to Bill that he possibly had to her. And she wasn’t interested in sleeping with him. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever. And certainly not here.

  But seeing Dylan… Sarah couldn’t help but wonder whether a higher power had allowed this to happen for a reason. When she’d first laid eyes on him, she’d been shocked. He was the last person she’d expected to see tonight, but in the same sense, he’d been her knight in shining armor, saving her from an embarrassing altercation.

  Her next thought, once Dylan had saved her from Bill, was that she needed to keep some much-preferred distance between the sexy cowboy and herself. Only she’d remembered what Bill had said.

  I can’t leave you alone. You’re my guest. Either you’re with me or you have to leave.

  Sarah didn’t want to leave, as stupid or crazy as that sounded. The old Sarah would’ve balked, horrified to be here in the midst of such debauchery. The new-and-improved Sarah was eager to grab life by the balls, so to speak. She wasn’t sure what she thought she could get out of tonight, but she knew that leaving wasn’t her first choice. So, rather than tell Dylan that she would call a cab and go home, she’d been rooted in place, terrified to let this opportunity pass her by.

  Although she’d come to a firm decision about staying here with him, it still didn’t explain what he was doing here. What were the chances that he would’ve been at the exact same … sex club?

  The chances were highly unlikely, except he was here and so was she.

  Unable to contain her curiosity, she turned her attention to him. “Why’re you here?” she asked after the waitress placed their drinks on the table and Dylan once again took a seat beside her.

  “I needed to get out,” he offered, his eyes not meeting hers.

  “And this is where you spend your time?”

  “First time here.”

  She got the impression he was telling the truth, although she wasn’t sure why. She felt entirely out of place with all that was going on around her, but Dylan… He seemed to fit in. And the way he’d spoken to her a short while ago … the memory of his words made her insides tingle.

  Shrugging off the sexual haze, she asked, “So why tonight?”

  His dark eyes lifted to meet hers, and she saw a world of emotion there, things she couldn’t quite explain echoing in the chocolate-brown depths.

  Dylan took a drink, swallowed slowly, then set his glass back on the table. “You want the truth?”

  “Always,” she told him.

  “I came because I knew you were spending the weekend with Bill.”

  Sarah frowned. She wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.

  He must have noticed her confusion because Dylan added, “I figured I needed a distraction.”

  That comment brought back the memory of the night they’d been together.

  Just go. No apologies necessary. I know what this was. A distraction.

  Was he saying that now he needed a distraction from her? Or that he simply used sex as a distraction?

  “But you’re here now,” Dylan said as he leaned closer. “And quite frankly, you’re the only distraction I need.”

  Sarah wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  “However, there are some things you need to know about me.”

  Things? That didn’t sound good.

  “This place…”

  Sarah waited, watching the way his eyes scanned the room. When he didn’t continue, she filled in for him. “You like this? You get off on this?”

  His eyes met hers. “I do.”

  “Which part?”

  “All of it.”

  “Do you”—she dropped her gaze to her glass—“engage in these types of encounters?”

  He didn’t answer, so she was forced to look at him again.

  “I have, yes.”

  Sarah had to look around, wanting desperately to understand what he was telling her. “So, you’re into threesomes?” She turned back to him. “You like to be with men, too?”

  “No, I don’t like to be with men, but yes, I’m into threesomes. Sharing a woman.”

  Two men?

  Her eyes wandered again, and the warmth of Dylan’s body pressed against her back once again as he turned her to face the activities taking place.

  “Imagine you’re that woman,” Dylan whispered, his tone dark and sensual. “And that’s me on my knees, my tongue buried in your pussy, licking you … slowly.”

  A shiver danced down her spine.

  “And the other man …he’s a friend of mine. And his sole responsibility is to pleasure you.”

  Sarah watched as the man kneeling between the woman’s legs stood and the other guy traded places with him. It didn’t take much effort to imagine Dylan’s “friend” slipping between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her clit…

  Holy crap.

  “And now, while he’s eating your pussy and fucking you with his fingers, I’d slide my dick between your soft lips…”

  Sarah had to cross her legs to ease the ache that had taken up residence there. Her imagination ran wild, and she found herself wanting it.

  “It’s okay to experiment, Sarah,” he said softly, gently. “Two men focused only on you, eager to make you moan and beg for more.”

  Okay, so it was hot to watch and she wasn’t opposed to the idea. As a fantasy. As for reality … she wasn’t sure.

  She turned her attention back to Dylan.

  Thinking for some reason that she should be pissed, but finding herself more than a little intrigued, Sarah continued to sit there, ogling the scrumptious man outfitted in a pair of well-worn Wranglers that hugged his tight butt, a snug black T-shirt, and boots. The outfit, when she’d first seen him tonight, reminded her of the night he’d shown up at her house. In fact, it looked exactly the same, the black cotton molded to his well-defined chest a
nd large biceps.

  Other memories of that night emerged. Like the reminder that, by walking away, Dylan had told her in no uncertain terms that he hadn’t wanted anything to do with her.

  She’d been right that night. He’d used her as a distraction, the same as she’d used him. Only she doubted Dylan had thought about her since. Sarah, sadly, had spent too many lonely nights thinking about him.

  It would do well for her to remember that Dylan had made it painfully clear that he had absolutely no interest in her. None. Just when she had thought they were developing a friendship, he’d gone and brought sex into the mix.

  Okay, so maybe it hadn’t all been his fault. Sex had been on her mind a time or two, but it wasn’t like she’d had any intention of jumping him when he least expected it. Before that night, Sarah had already known how Dylan felt about the idea. At one of the CISS Friday night gatherings, during a drunken rant, one he’d directed at Alex while Sarah had been talking to Ashleigh nearby, Dylan had stated his true feelings on the matter.

  If I have anything to offer at all, Alex, it would be one night. And Sarah… She doesn’t quite fit the bill.

  Why her name had come up in the conversation at all, she wasn’t sure. And at the time, she hadn’t cared.

  At first, she’d thought it had been an offhanded compliment, but still… It had hurt. In her own warped little way, Sarah had come up with two ways to take that—she wasn’t the one-night-stand type, or she wasn’t the woman for him. Either way, she had been feeling somewhere between too much and too little for the man. But then he had come across crass, which had both pissed her off and turned her on.

  If she wants me to take her out to my truck, bury my cock deep in her sweet little pussy while she rides my dick and screams my name, I’d be her man. Or maybe I’ll call up Chris and we’ll sandwich her between us, fuck her until she’s so far gone she doesn’t know her name. Otherwise, I’m not interested.

  Alex’s response had been: You’re a dick, you know that?

  Looking back on it now, Sarah knew it was the booze talking for Dylan. He’d been so far gone at the time, no one had even realized it. However, by then the image had been planted, immediately taking root, and for hours, Sarah had thought about little else. Hell, she’d thought about that one comment for the few months they’d started to establish a friendship. Not the one-night-stand part. That didn’t do it for her. The riding him part wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what she’d focused on. It was the being sandwiched between him and … another man … that got her all hot and bothered.