by Jenny Penn
She was naked, so he really shouldn’t be complaining. Not that he actually was and neither was Alex sticking around. After offering her that compliment, he turned and followed Konor out of the bedroom, leaving Heather to wonder just what the hell she was supposed to do now.
Chapter 33
Alex sat there staring at Konor as Konor stared back, both of them waiting while the clock overhead slowly and steadily counted down the seconds. A minute past. Then five... Then ten... Fifteen and still there was no movement, no sound coming from the other side of the heavy drapes dividing the bedroom from the rest of the cube.
But she had to be in there, Alex assured himself. The woman was naked. He didn’t care how immodest she might be, Heather had to be aware of the dangers of running free and wild through a sex club full of horny men while naked. Hell, he certainly was aware of them.
In fact, Alex couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every tick of the clock counted out another idea to add to his growing list until another five minutes had passed and he couldn’t take it anymore. Shooting to his feet with every intention of storming back into the bedroom, Alex found his way blocked by Konor, who moved quickly to intercede.
“What do you think you are doing?”
Alex snorted over the stupidity of that question. “What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re playing into her hand again,” Konor stressed, more than just a little agitated.
He was aggrieved, full of piss-and-vinegar over the fact that none of his plans had worked out. Alex knew just who Konor blamed, too, not that he had any right.
“Again,” Alex repeated with a mutter as he glared over Konor’s shoulder at the drapes hiding Heather from his view.
What a view it had been, too. She was perfection, perfectly curved, with soft perfectly-velvety skin that made his fingers itch to touch her just as her perfectly-bowed lips made his dick swell with the need to fuck the pout right out of that mouth. That was just the beginning.
After all these years, he’d finally had Heather just as he wanted her—naked and at his mercy, and what the hell was he doing with her? Nothing.
And how stupid was that?
“Sorry, man,” Alex apologized, unable to actually make it sound sincere when what he really was, was eager. “But I’m through waiting.”
“Damn it, Alex—”
“She could have run away,” Alex pointed out, cutting Konor’s complaint off as he shrugged past his best friend.
Konor let him go, proving that his objections weren’t as sincere as they sounded. He’d probably been waiting for Alex to snap, just so he could use Alex’s weakness as an excuse to giving into his own. Falling into step behind Alex, Konor didn’t give up his complaints or his arguments, though.
“Where the hell is she going to go?” Konor demanded to know before pointing out the very same observation Alex had been making to himself minutes ago. “She’s naked.”
“And gone,” Alex noted as he pushed back the curtain to find the bedroom empty. His gaze settled on the bed and the sheet that was missing. “And apparently not naked. Not anymore. Damn it! I knew it!”
“You knew she was going to strip the bed and take off?” Konor cocked a brow at him, sounding less than impressed by Alex’s outrage. “Then why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Oh, shut up,” Alex snapped, his already-raw nerves bristling at the accusation in Konor’s tone. “We need to find her before…”
“Before what?” Konor prodded, his scowl darkening as his gaze narrowed on Alex. “You can’t believe anybody would do anything…do you?”
“It’s a sex club where women aren’t allowed to say ‘no’ without getting punished,” Alex reminded him, amazed that Konor could appear so ambivalent about the situation.
“Yeah, but nobody is ever forced and Heather would have to be,” Konor countered, sounding too reasonable for Alex’s taste. “Trust me, the only thing waiting out there for Heather is a lesson in what exactly it is going to mean to belong to us.”
“And that doesn’t scare you?” Because the very idea had Alex close to wetting himself.
He had no doubt that despite her curious and adventurous nature, she wasn’t ready for the club or their more extreme practices. They could lose her before they ever even really got a chance to have her…or, at least, he did. Konor, on the other hand, had other concerns.
“No, what scares me is that if the guys find her…they’re going to know we lost her.”
That thought struck deep into Alex’s heart as he saw the wisdom in Konor’s point. If the guys found out that Heather had run away— “We’ll never hear the end of it.”
That fear whispered out of him, propelled by the sheer terror filling his body. They’d never hear the end of it. Never. They’d be known as the men whose woman had run away from them.
“We got to find her. Now.”
“Well, duh,” Konor shot back with enough condescension that Alex felt like smacking him.
He didn’t give in to that urge. Instead, he ignored Konor’s obnoxious retort and focused on the problem at hand. “We should split up, so we can find her faster. You go one way and I’ll go the other.”
“Why?” Konor’s brow furled into a new frown. “There is only one way she could’ve gone, out the back door.”
“Either that or the...” Alex’s glance toward the bathroom, his words falling silent as it dawned on him that she might very well be listening in at that moment.
Konor’s followed Alex’s gaze to the opening that led into the attached bath. With a roll of his eyes, he heaved a heavy sigh and stormed straight for it. This time Alex was left to follow behind Konor, almost running into him when he came to a sudden stop.
“Oh for God’s sake,” Konor murmured in disgust as Alex stepped around him to find the bathroom empty except for note written in soap across the big mirror that consumed damn near all of one wall.
It reflected back everything from the large walk-in shower to the oversized, standalone tub along with the vanity big enough to house four sinks. About the only thing the mirror didn’t showcase was the toilet. That was set off alone in its own stall. Konor checked it despite the fact that Heather’s note made her position perfectly clear.
You didn’t think it be that easy, it did you? Hide and seek time, boys. Come and find me.
She hadn’t signed the note but had kissed the mirror instead, and drawn a rather crude depiction of something round and long with a flared head aimed for those lips, which just went to prove that the woman really was nuts.
Nuts and clever.
Alex came to that conclusion as he followed Konor out into the back courtyard. There was no other way Heather could’ve gone, and there was only one path that led in and out of the small garden. That is, unless she decided to squirm through the hedge, which Konor apparently didn’t think might be a possibility.
“I’ll check around front,” Konor declared as he came to a stop and turned to confront Alex. “Why don’t you look around back here?”
“At what? The hedge? You really think a naked woman would crawl through those prickly leaves?” Alex asked in disbelief, but apparently Konor did.
“She’s not naked,” Konor contradicted him as if that were the point. “She’s got a sheet.”
Alex snorted at that, pointedly falling into step behind Konor as he followed him down the path toward the front. There was no way Heather had gone through the hedge, sheet or not, but also she wouldn’t have done something like that barefooted. Alex pulled to a stop as it dawned on him that he’d seen her sneakers tucked under the bed.
Heather had tried to hide them, but she hadn’t actually succeeded. She’d been in a rush, and had relied on the fact that they would be, too. She’d almost gotten away with it, but what? Alex didn’t know the answer. He only knew that she hadn’t come this way.
He also knew he had to get rid of Konor. Alex didn’t plan on sharing the spoils of his reward when he caught Heather. After al
l, Konor had already had his fun. Now it was Alex’s turn.
“Why don’t you go that way,” Alex pointed to the left before shifting his finger to the right, “and I’ll go this way. Check all the unused cubes. She’s probably hiding somewhere.”
That was a fact, not a lie, even if Alex doubted she was hiding in any other cube than the one they just walked out of. He took off, though, like he was taking his own advice. Circling around the neighboring cube and disappearing behind the hedge, he abandoned Konor, assuming that his friend would follow his orders.
There was no reason not to. After all, he was the sheriff and knew how to conduct a search. Konor was just the fireman. What did he know about apprehending fugitives, or in this case a naked woman on the run? Nothing, which was just why Alex was certain Konor would be kept busy for quite some time.
He, on the other hand, didn’t waste a second before he forged his way back through the very prickly bushes he’d been criticizing moments ago. It was uncomfortable. He did get stabbed. It was worth it, though. Heather was worth it.
She’d also been quite a tree-climber back when they were kids, and what did Alex see as he came through the shrubs? A tree. A cedar, to be exact. One that would’ve provided a perfect hiding spot with its dense, full limbs and gnarled branches that spread out in all directions.
One that also had more than a few leaves scattered beneath it, and there were definite scrapings on the bark. Neither observation would be particularly noteworthy under normal circumstances, but this was the club. The landscaping was meticulously maintained, and there really was no other place Heather could have gone.
Alex sighed as he eyed the tree, not in the mood to go climbing with an erection already hard enough to pound nails. Not to mention the likelihood that he’d end up fucking her in the damn thing. While that might be worth trying some other day, right then he preferred to limit the risk of injury.
After all, they have a whole week to fill and Alex didn’t want to be sidelined on the first day. No, he’d wait for Heather to come to him, and he had a pretty good idea of how to lure her down.
* * * *
Heather sat perched atop the cube’s roof and stared in amazement at the gardens spread out before her. It was a fantasy land. One stolen straight out of a child’s fairytale, albeit a seriously perverted child. That thought amused her, given it was just how she saw Alex and Konor.
They were overgrown boys with oversized erections, making her the girl in the candy store, alight with the wonder at all the possibilities. They were as endless and bottomless as her imagination. Right then, Heather’s imagination was on fire, fueled by the luxury of her surroundings and inspired by the show being put on by their neighbors across the garden path.
Inspired and captivated.
Two things had become abundantly clear when she climbed on top of the roof and gotten a bird’s eye view of her surroundings. First off was that the Cattlemen were as perverted as the rumors had all suggested. In fact, the rumors didn’t do them justice. Instead of the nightclub-esque setting Heather had anticipated, the gardens laid out before her were amazing.
Amazingly manicured.
Amazingly beautiful.
And amazingly perverse.
With hedges and pass curving all around, the garden was one massive maze with perfect mood lighting highlighting the many vignettes hidden within the green shrubbery. As Heather had taken it all in, she’d been reminded of the gardens out at Camp D, and knew now for certain that Nick was definitely a Cattleman.
Who else could have designed such a lushly fantastical retreat? And who else would be dirty enough to fill that retreat with little glass boxes that showed off everything to the outside world. That’s when Heather had to her second realization. Alex hadn’t lied. There really was a sex seat.
And every cube came with one.
Her two neighbors across the way, both large, heavily muscled men, had strapped some redheaded pixie into theirs. Set in a position of importance, the chair was clearly mounted to the floor and pushed right into a corner, facing outward toward the front garden where any passerby might observe the show they were making out of the little redhead.
Not that the woman appeared to mind. She stared out at her audience, and had gathered quite a large one. The men stood or reclined in the benches provided for them as even more women serviced their needs while they watched the redhead get reamed from behind while another man stood in front of her holding her curly hair in his tight fist and using it as a leash to pump her up and down his rather impressively-sized cock.
Heather had to wonder for a moment if the club didn’t have some kind of twelve-inch rule when it came to the male members’ member. They probably had measurements for their women, too, Heather thought sourly, pretty certain she didn’t qualify. Not that it mattered.
She was neither fragile nor delicate, but she was built to take the same fucking the redhead was getting. In fact, Heather could take more. Right then, she wished she was. She wished it was her down there being used so savagely.
Heather watched as the redhead’s playmates pulled back, leaving the poor woman crying out. Not that they abandoned her. No sooner had he pulled his dick free then the man behind her reached for a large black dildo. It undoubtedly matched the one Heather could see packing in the little redhead’s cunt.
With her legs strapped into the chair’s stirrups and spread wide and tipped over, the redhead was suspended upside down, leaving her ass vulnerable—a fact that her tormentors took advantage of. Heather watched as the man fitted the second dildo against her cheeks of her ass and pressed it forward and till it had completely disappeared between the two flushed globes.
The redhead moaned, and Heather felt like joining her as she imagined what it must’ve felt like being double stuffed with so much plastic. Her own cunt clenched and she couldn’t resist petting herself as she watched the second man come forward with a whip in hand. Heather’s entire body tensed in anticipation as he lifted the leather straps into the air, but she didn’t see them come down.
Distracted by the sight of Alex joining the voyeurs, Heather scowled, the moment ruined by the sudden sharp bite of jealousy. He was supposed to be out there looking for her, not standing around watching some other woman. In that moment Heather wished she had something to lob at him, like a dirty diaper.
That would’ve served him right, but she didn’t have anything, which made him one lucky son of a bitch. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make him pay. If he wanted a show, she’d put on a show. Then they’d see how much he liked watching.
Smiling mischievously and without a single hint of amusement Heather adjusted the navy blue sheet she had wrapped herself in and offered another silent thanks to the fates that it wasn’t quiet as she moved back toward the cedar, drawling absolutely no notice from the men below.
She was just as thankful that she managed to make it all the way back down without losing either the sheet or her grip. This time, though, she didn’t offer that silent gratitude up, too much in a rush to enact her plan to bother with such polite formalities. Instead, she headed back into the cube, intent on exploring and hopefully finding everything she needed.
Of course, the first thing she noticed was that the concrete floors beneath her feet were actually warmed. They were heated along with being stained and etched, matching the slick, modern feel of the main room beyond the bedroom.
Tailored leather couches caged in a TV that took up damn near the entire wall to the right. It was bordered by a wet bar and an entertainment system that looked like no expense had been spared. That small lounge area was bordered by a pool table and dart board, along with a hot tub tucked into the corner of the room.
Raised up on a platform, it looked big enough to easily sit four or more and had a view of everything else going on, not only in the large cube, but also outside. Not that Heather could see out there. Just like the bedroom, this room also was encased in heavy velvet drapes that she already knew could be pul
led back to expose the glass walls that overlooked the main path outside—just like all the other cubes.
Just like them, this one was also outfitted with all the same gear. Heather’s eyes lifted to the light fixture hanging down over the pool table. It was no ordinary chandelier, but had been outfitted with bars and a pulley system that even included a hook, making the velvet-lined table beneath looked more like a sacrificial altar then a billiards game.
Given what she’d seen so far, Heather didn’t think she was being too extreme in her assumptions. Not with an exam chair set into the far corner, just where she’d hoped to find it. Up close it was much more intimidating and impressive.
Looking like it came from some perverted gynecologist office, it had stirrups and arm holds and could clearly be converted to bend a person into all sorts of positions. Heather had a good idea of how many positions, though, she didn’t know which one’s Alex and Konor would put her in.
Just the idea of all the fun they were going to have and how many people were going to bear witness to it had her growing wetter as her heart fluttered in nervous anticipation. It was going to be so much fun. There were so many possibilities. What there wasn’t much of it was time.
In fact, from the sound of the curtain rustling behind her, Heather knew she’d run out of time. That didn’t mean she was going to give up. She’d plan to put on a show, and a show was what she was going to put on.
Chapter 34
Konor spied Heather through the seam in the curtains and smiled. His hunch had been right. She must have circled back and Alex thought he was so smart, guessing that she’d hide out elsewhere. Like usual, Alex was more bossy than right.
Bossy and gone, which left Konor with Heather all to himself. That thought had his grin widening as he considered just what he was going to do with her. The possibilities were endless. Truly endless. He could do anything he wanted to her…or, maybe, she would do it to herself.
