His knees spread her legs wide. She was completely on display as he fucked her with his fingers. The hand on her waist tightened around her as he picked up the pace.
His fingers curled up and scissored inside her. He brushed his thumb firmly against her clitoris, and Abby came apart. She rubbed herself against him, desperate to prolong the soaring feeling. It rushed across her every nerve ending and left her shaking. He kissed her again and then stood with her in his arms. His lips curled up softly as he looked at her.
“Are you all right, baby?”
Abby felt languid. She knew the smile she gave him was beyond decadent. She’d just come in front of a crowd and damned if she wasn’t willing to do it again. She nodded.
“I’ve been selfish, Abigail.” He softly kissed her hair. “I won’t be again.”
“Is the boss back?”
“The boss is back, baby,” Jack replied surely. “You’re in for a rough night.” He turned his attention to Master Leo, who stood silently watching them. Jack’s face became gloriously arrogant again. “Are you satisfied, Master Leo?”
“Not even close,” Leo muttered. “She’s beautiful, Master Jack. You’re a lucky man. I believe that scene makes up for the ones we lost.”
Jack turned to Sam, who was still on his knees. “Samuel, take our wife. I have something I need to take care of before we retire for the evening.”
Sam stood, and she was passed to him. His blue eyes gleamed as he looked down at her. Jack stared across the room, his face taking on a distinctly predatory expression. Abby followed his line of sight and noticed he was staring down the young man who seemed so familiar.
“Oh, my god.” Sam gawked at the man, slack jawed.
“What?”
“That’s gotta be Jack’s brother,” Sam said. “It’s like looking at Jack ten years ago. Well, if he’d dressed like a metro douche bag, that is.”
Lucas Cameron. Now she knew where she’d seen him. He was on some of the worst tabloids she bought at the supermarket for the kitsch value. She had a thing for ridiculous headlines. It was a guilty pleasure.
Jack didn’t look like he was pleased to see his baby brother. He stalked toward the young man. Lucas’s eyes widened, and he took a couple of steps back. It brought him in contact with the wall. Abby had the feeling Lucas would have run if he could, but Jack was quick. He wrapped a single hand around his brother’s throat and suddenly Lucas was dangling a good foot off the ground.
“Listen here, you little shit,” Jack ground out. “I’m not paying you a dime. You will keep your mouth shut. Do you want to know how I know you’ll keep your mouth shut? Because if you don’t, I will kill you. I will beat you to death, and then I’ll take your body apart with a chainsaw. I own a whole lot of land, boy. I’ll be burying your body parts all across it. They won’t ever find you, Lucas. You’ll disappear, and no one will know what happened except you and me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Lucas managed. Abby sincerely hoped he didn’t pee himself.
“Good, now get back home and don’t bother me or mine again.” Jack let his quarry fall to the ground. “Samuel!” He barked the order and then walked out without looking back, certain his command would be followed.
Sam trotted after him, carrying Abigail all the way. Abby stared back at Lucas who looked a little bit lost. He didn’t seem scared. He seemed almost sad as he watched his brother walk away. He was shaking his head as though he should have known that would happen.
Abby watched his face fall as they left the playroom.
Chapter Ten
Jack’s hands were shaking slightly as he strode into the elevator that would take them back to the rooms. He wasn’t sure if anger or raging desire was going to win out. The truth of the matter was both felt really good. He’d been in a daze for so long, holding himself apart from everything, that the war of emotion flooding his body felt awesome. He felt alive for the first time in six damn months.
He felt Sam follow him into the elevator and wondered exactly how he should handle his partner. Abigail looked soft and sweet in Sam’s arms. She’d been thoroughly satisfied by the experience in the playroom. Jack had to wonder why he’d stopped playing with his wife. He’d pulled back because he was terrified of losing her. Though he’d played a little and shared her with Sam, he was afraid that if she saw the real Dom side of him, she would turn away in shock.
“Nothing shocks you, does it, baby?” His voice low as he remembered just how wet she got when he spanked her. What had he been thinking? He’d been viewing her as something fragile since that day she’d been attacked. Abby was far from fragile. She was a rock.
“I don’t know about that.” She seemed a little drunk on the experience. Jack was worried he might have created a monster. It was a good thing they hadn’t gotten kicked out of the club since it seemed like Abby would want to come back. “I was pretty shocked when Sally kissed me.”
Jack felt his eyebrows rise. He looked at Sam, who was smiling. “Sally kissed her?”
“Apparently she decided since she couldn’t get to me or you, she’d enjoy Abby instead,” Sam explained.
Jack focused on Sam, letting his wife’s brief foray into lesbianism go for a moment. He might have to have another talk with Sally. “You understand what Julian wants for tomorrow night?”
Sam’s face went blank. Jack couldn’t read it. It bothered him. Sam was almost always an open book. “I know.”
“Are you all right with that?”
The elevator door opened, and Sam plowed through. He set Abby on her feet, and there was concern in his wife’s hazel eyes. She tried to reach up and touch Sam, but he turned away, preferring to get the door to the suite open. Jack followed wondering exactly where Sam was going. The tension he’d felt in Sam for some time seemed to be ready to burst over. Jack knew suddenly that everything changed tonight.
“Samuel, I would like an answer,” Jack said. He realized his voice was deep and even. It was his Dom voice, but it felt right now. He rarely used it on Sam. Now seemed like the time to. He needed to get his house back in order. There was only one way to do that. He needed to smash through any barriers they put up to get at the heart of the problem.
Sam turned, and there was rage in his eyes. Jack was a little taken back by the depth of emotion on his partner’s face. “You want answers? Fine, Jack, I’ll give you an answer. I’m leaving. I’m sure as hell not letting you take a bull whip to my ass in front of a hundred people when every one of them knows I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone. I never have. Fuck this, Jack. I’m done following you. I’m done waiting for you to see what I need. You’re never…” He stopped suddenly, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. His face went slack and his cheeks stained with embarrassment. Then he shut down, his face going blank.
“Go on, Sam.” Jack held out a hand to stop Abby from interrupting. He knew what she would want. She would want to kiss Sam and make him feel better, but Sam needed this. Sam needed to make his stand. It was a long time coming, Jack could see that now. Jack carefully schooled his face. He didn’t want to give away what he was feeling. It might stop Sam.
Sam’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His face was still slightly bloody from the earlier fight. “You can’t just walk in here after months of ignoring us and snap your fingers and expect us to fall in line like nothing ever happened.”