He wanted his chair as close to hers as possible. There wasn’t going to be any escape from this talk for her. He’d zipped up his jeans but left his shirt off. Around them, the rest of Torpedo Ink did what they always did on a run. They’d spread out in pairs, getting a feel for the mood of the various clubs and the underlying tension that ran beneath the party atmosphere. They would collect information as they went. They were adept at knowing what the smallest hint of gossip might mean.
“What happened, Seychelle? No more bullshit. This started before we left. You got upset and refused to talk to me. We had an agreement that we wouldn’t do that.” He poured command into his voice. He was no longer sweet and gentle but demanding.
She had been looking into the fire. Now she turned her head, and those blue eyes of hers fixed on his face. He knew better than to ever stare into a fire. Doing that made one blind, even if it was momentarily. The firelight played with the gold and platinum colors in her hair. He wanted to reach over and slide his fingers into it but didn’t dare. Right now, he had to be in charge. She had to know he wasn’t going to let her off the hook.
Seychelle took a deep breath and let it out. “You made fun of me just like she did. Just like Shari. She said something similar outside the bar that first night. About giving you a blow job, how I wouldn’t know how to give you one the way you like it. She said it again in town in front of Brandon. Then, when we were talking about it, when I asked you what Shari meant when she said you liked a blow job a specific way, you acted so amused. Just the way she did. I said I didn’t understand, and you said of course not. And that clearly amused you. Instead of talking to me about it and helping me to understand, you laughed at me. Like she did. Like Brandon did. Just because I’m inexperienced.”
Inwardly he groaned. He could see the naked hurt on her face. “Baby, it wasn’t like that at all.”
She shook her head. “Don’t, Savage. It was exactly like that. You were amused at my lack of understanding. Don’t pretend you weren’t. Lana and Maestro made a point of telling me that I couldn’t give you what you needed but there were so many other women here that could. And today, with your club all around you, I was the only one that didn’t have the information of what is going on here. Everyone else knows. Except me. I don’t. You insisted I come here. Czar insisted. I wasn’t given a choice, but I’m the outsider. You intend to use me, and so does Czar. I have no idea for what, but you clearly feel you need me here, both of you. It doesn’t matter whether or not I know the entire truth of what is happening, even though I’m the only one who doesn’t. Do you have any idea what that feels like?”
He didn’t, so he kept his mouth shut. He could see the hurt on her face, feel it coming off her in waves.
“Then, while we’re walking through all those fucking women who are staring at you with lust, many who have had their mouths on your cock, which I haven’t, you start thinking about them blowing you. I had my hand on you. You can’t deny the truth of that either.”
She turned her face away from him, but not before he caught the sheen of tears in her eyes. “I’m so glad I haven’t married you. I don’t think you can give all that up, Savage, as much as you want to. There’s just something in you that needs all those women fawning all over you. What I don’t understand is why you insisted on bringing me along when I begged to stay home. You could have just come here alone. Your little club brothers and sisters would never rat you out. Not in a million years. I’m nothing to them. They made that so clear to me.”
Savage frowned listening to her voice, that shaky, near whisper that told him Seychelle was on the verge of flight. She definitely didn’t have any self-confidence when it came to this particular subject. Before he denied anything she said, he had to give it some actual thought. He had been amused. She was so adorable buying a how-to book on the subject of giving a blow job. What woman did that?
Naturally, she wasn’t going to know the difference between a face fuck and a blow job—a crude cum dump or a woman giving pleasure to a man because she wanted to. He loved her innocence. He hadn’t been making fun of it, but yes, he’d been amused at certain aspects. So he needed to own that and start there.