“Sam,” Jack made his voice deep. Sam immediately responded. His eyes opened, and he sat up, giving Jack his full attention. “You understand what’s going to happen tomorrow night?”
He nodded. “I’ve seen you work with a whip before, Jack. I’m not worried.”
“I was talking about the fact that I intend to fuck you tomorrow night, Sam.”
Sam’s face flushed, and Jack was pretty sure he’d just gone hard again. He concealed a smile. Getting Sam hot was as fun as watching Abby writhe. Sam took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“You need to be ready.”
Sam’s slow smile did something to Jack’s insides. Maybe Sam wasn’t the only one getting hot. “I’m ready, Jack.”
Jack shook his head. “No, you’re not. You know I don’t ever take a lover anally without careful preparation.”
Abby was the first to realize what he was saying. Her lovely face went blank, and then an expression that could only be described as great joy swept over her. She clapped her hands. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this day? Can I pick it out? I really think I should be the one to do it.”
Sam’s face was a mask of horror. “Jack, you can’t be serious. Come on, I can take it. I don’t need to walk around for hours with a plug up my ass.”
Jack shook his head as he walked out the door. He needed to get dressed. “You will, Sam. I won’t treat you any differently than I treated our wife. I love you, Sam. I won’t have you hurt. Abby, you’re in charge of that. I’ve got to go practice.”
Jack got dressed, laughing as his lovers argued over whether Sam’s plug would be pink.
Chapter Eleven
Lucas Cameron looked out over the bar area and wondered where the hell he’d gone so wrong. All around him people in very little clothing partied on, but he just couldn’t work up the will to care. He found a quiet corner with a couple of seats and a large table. He slumped down into one of the overstuffed chairs and sighed. He’d gone wrong by being born, he decided.
He’d never been able to do anything right, certainly not in the eyes of his father. By the time he was in kindergarten, he’d been compared to his smarter siblings and disregarded as a nuisance. Over the course of his twenty-three years, he’d managed to get himself kicked out of ten boarding schools and three colleges. Each time his father had sent one of his lackeys to make sure he made it to the next school on the list. He’d just pack up and move without ever going home. It had become a bit of a game to Lucas. Could he come up with something so awful his father would have to bring him back to DC to handle it?
It wasn’t until he’d threatened to out his father’s love child that Senator Allen Cameron had given him a personal call. Lucas had become a little desperate. After finally making it through a complete four-year degree, he was burning through his trust fund. He hadn’t meant to. It just happened. He’d come into it at twenty-one. He’d thought ten million would last a lot longer than it had. Getting involved with the Hollywood crowd had gotten him a lot of publicity, but it had come at a cost. He was going to lose that amazing house in the Hollywood Hills if he didn’t come up with some money and soon.
He’d really thought Jack Barnes would cave, and quickly. From everything he knew, Barnes was a private man. He had blackmailed their father, but the money he’d made after that was his own. Barnes was filthy rich. He had money to spare. Why would he want to out himself as a complete pervert?
And there was no doubt that his big brother was a perv. He’d spanked his wife and then finger fucked her in public. What kind of a man did that? Lucas was almost sure that the hot, blond guy was doing big brother, too. Those two were amazing. The redhead was curvy and soft. Lucas liked her tits and the creamy glow of her skin. The guy was just sex on a stick.
He was terribly jealous of Jackson Barnes. And yet, he would really like to sit down and talk to him. The big cowboy didn’t seem to struggle with the fact that he liked both boys and girls. Lucas had been struggling with it his whole life. He’d get in a relationship with a female, and after awhile he’d just need a man. It was wrong to need both, his father had told him. He’d slapped the shit out of him the first time Lucas had been caught in bed with the gardener. It had been the last time he got to come home for the summer. Lucas had been seventeen, and he could still remember the way that felt.
Lucas shook his head and groaned. His hair was in his eyes again. He shoved it back. Why was he such an idiot? He looked like a douche bag. He needed to be honest with himself. Why had he come here? He’d come because he wanted to meet his brother. He’d come because he wanted to see if one person in his family line might find anything to like in him. How had he gone about it? He’d attempted to blackmail the man.
He thought of how satisfied his brother had seemed when he’d walked through the bar thirty minutes before. He’d been dressed in the same slacks and shirt from earlier, but he’d ditched the tie and jacket. The shirt was slightly wrinkled, and Lucas knew it had hit the floor at some point in time. Jack had looked more relaxed and happier than he had before, as though something had fallen blissfully into place. Of course, he’d paid no attention to Lucas who watched him walk into the other part of the club.
Now Lucas had found someone who he might have been able to talk to, but instead of talking, Jack had threatened him with horrible murder. Jack Barnes would do it, too. How could he tell the man he never would have gone through with his blackmail threats? Did he admit how pathetic he was in his quest for any sort of father figure?
“Hello,” a soft voice said.
Lucas glanced up into soft brown eyes. The young man was slender, but there was a pleasing strength in his frame. “Hi.”
The young man was dressed in leather pants. There was a small leather collar around his throat. Lucas wasn’t sure what that meant, though he’d heard Julian talking about it with his brother. His brother wasn’t allowed to bring his subs back in without collars. Lucas had touched his throat and wondered what it would feel like to wear one.
“I’m Jeremy.” The young man with dark hair and sultry eyes sank down across from Lucas, gracefully placing two drinks on the table. He slid one across to rest in front of Lucas. “Rum and coke. It’s my favorite. You looked like you could use it.”
Lucas picked up the glass. He wasn’t going to mention to the man that he rarely touched the stuff, despite what the tabloids said. He had a reputation to uphold. He’d done a lot to look like a hedonist. He took a sip. It wasn’t bad. It was way better than the crap his brother drank. Lucas smiled at the hot guy sitting across from him. Maybe the night wasn’t a total loss. It would be really nice to sleep with someone. He hated to sleep alone. Lucas thought about all the stuff he’d done just so he could feel warm skin next to his. Drinking with a guy was an easy thing to do, if it meant he spent the night in someone’s arms.
Jeremy smiled as Lucas took a deep drink. Yes, Lucas thought, he could do this.
Jack flicked his wrist, and the whip cracked. The sound split the air around him. Suddenly everyone in the dungeon was watching the man with the four-foot whip. The balloon he’d been aiming at popped, leaving the rest clustered around it completely untouched.
“You always were a master with that thing,” Julian said approvingly.