Lucian finally sighed roughly as he dragged his fingers through his hair in irritation. Hell, he was horny, half drunk and less than pleased with the world in general today. He didn’t need Jesse’s amusement adding to the mix.
“It may have been a miscalculation,” he finally admitted. “Not unfixable, but a miscalculation all the same.”
Jesse snorted. He would have said something more but a commotion in the outside hall had all their eyes widening at the sound of the precise, furious female voice that echoed from there.
“You put your grubby little paws on me again, you little twit, and you’ll be carrying stubs.”
“Terrie!” Outraged alarm filled Jesse’s voice as they all jumped from the table and rushed to the entrance hall.
There she was. Lucian blinked at the vision, not certain he was actually seeing Terrie Wyman exactly as she was dressed.
Skintight, soft cotton black shorts accentuated the long line of her legs. The matching sports bra-type top barely concealed the full curves of her luscious breasts.
Her flat stomach with its gold belly ring looked like the finest silk tanned a soft, golden brown.
Her hair was held securely back from her face in a tight French braid and she wore black sneakers on delicate feet.
“Cat burglars are dressing fine this year,” Lucian murmured behind Jesse as he held back his snicker.
Jessie took a brief moment to cast him a fulminating look before facing his wife once again.
“What the bloody damned hell were you thinking?” he snapped as her eyes widened then narrowed at the incredulity in his tone.
“That I was looking for my husband?” she replied with mocking sweetness. “You spend so much damned time here I was starting to wonder exactly what was going on.
And the goon at the gate wouldn’t let me in.”
“Did he know who you were, darling?” Jesse’s voice was dark, but smooth as silk, a clear indication that his patience and his temper were being tested.
A slender graceful shoulder shrugged as Terrie’s lips tilted in a sultry smile.
“Well, I didn’t mention any names,” she drawled sweetly. “Where would be the fun in that?”
Silence reigned for a full minute before Jesse turned to Lucian. His gaze was filled with amusement, though, rather than anger.
“I’ll warn you, Lucian,” he said mildly. “Only one person could have talked Terrie into such a stunt.”
Lucian’s eyes narrowed as Dev cursed behind him. Tally. It was a well-known fact that only Tally Raines could convince Terrie Wyman to get into any type of trouble.
“Come on, wife.” Jesse’s voice hardened when he turned back to his wife and her less than innocent smile. “I think it’s been too long since your last spanking.” Lucian would have commented on just that lack of threat if someone behind him hadn’t let out a low whistle and a muttered prayer for strength.
“Have mercy!” one of the members muttered from the doorway to the main gathering room. “I’ve been a good little boy after all, because here’s a glimpse of paradise.”
Lucian turned slowly and moved to the doorway. And there she was. The definition of carnal, insatiable lust. This wasn’t sin. This was an angel of pleasure. Every good little boy’s wet dream come to life.
Terrie had warned them that Tally’s years at the girl’s academy hadn’t been pleasant. It was obvious Tally was out to exorcise some ghosts.
She was dressed in a mouthwatering, skintight, make-your-cock-stand-up-and-take-notice Catholic girl’s uniform.
The red plaid skirt showed off her gorgeous thighs and legs. The short-sleeved white blouse was open just below her breasts, giving a peek at a black lace bra as tempting as sin itself.
Delicate feet were shod in demure black leather shoes, while deliciously shaped legs were crossed at the ankle, covered by over the knee white stockings. He knew how perfect the flesh above the elastic lace of the stockings would taste and it made his mouth water.
Her long black hair was pulled to each side, braided and fell over her breasts. She was the perfect picture of decadence. She was the Tally he dreamed of day and night.
She was leaning against the bar, a drink in one hand, as the bartender stared at her with a bemused expression. Thom was clearly entranced.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” she greeted them in a low, sex-filled voice that had every cock in the room jumping to instant attention. “Nice place you have here.” Lucian could hear the panting from behind him. He could sense Dev’s possessiveness rising to the fore as well. All those damned men, their dicks and their eyes trained on that luscious flesh was just too much for their already testosterone-overloaded bodies.
“Back off, asshole,” Dev turned and snarled as one of the men tried to push forward.
Tally wasn’t helping the situation. A perfect, brilliant red fingernail rimmed her glass as she watched the crowd gathered at the door. Matching lips quirked into a smile as dark eyes lowered drowsily to gaze back at the two men ready to battle every man in the room over her.
“I’ve heard quite a bit about your little Club,” she continued in that throaty voice, causing their cocks to jerk, the blood to beat hard and heavy through their veins.
“Wasn’t it Stanton’s wife who related the complete orgy she had here for a honeymoon?” Her gaze sought out Drew Stanton as she tsked lightly. “Such bad little boys you are. You should all be spanked.”
A collective sigh of ecstasy sounded behind them.
“Somebody should be spanked,” Drew muttered from the back of the crowd.
“Tally, my love.” Lucian shook his head as he felt the heat of over a dozen men behind him lusting after her. “I wouldn’t tempt fate if I were you.” She arched a perfect black brow mockingly. “Are you going to share me with them?”
“Not fucking likely,” Dev answered her, his voice grating, rough with lust and male possessiveness.
“Shit, Dev, give us a break,” Sax groaned. “What the hell sort of club do you think you’re a member of?”
“Wanna die, Sax?” Lucian snarled, not even bothering to look behind him as he advanced into the room.
Tally’s head lifted, her gaze seductive, her expression erotically knowing.
He could sense Dev’s wariness now; they were both aware that this was one game Tally had to play out. No pressure, no dominance. Not yet. She had to assert her authority, reaffirm her sense of strength, or she would never trust them enough to give her control back to them.
“Tell me something, do all you fine gentlemen bring your wives or lovers here for the communal orgy?” She lifted the glass to her lips and sipped lazily as her husky voice wrapped around each man in the room. “Or is there a criteria to being part of your little club?”
“There’s definitely a criteria, sweetheart.” Lucian crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her with simmering lust and a large amount of incredulity. “How the hell did you sneak in here anyway?”
A mysterious little smile played at her lips as she cast him a sultry glance. Come hither, sweaty sex and wickedly knowing. Her look was a temptation that had his cock aching for relief.
“So. What’s the criteria?” She ignored the last question in favor of the first as she glanced around her, her gaze stopping on the shackles that fell from the wall at the other side of the room. “Have you ever tested your play pretties out on yourselves?”