I wasn’t about to assume anything regarding her activities, but it better not have to do with her naked with another dude.
Fuck me.
A possessiveness I had never felt before shot into my chest. Then a second later, intrigue replaced it. Did Brynne have a kinky side, like me? It would confirm what I tried to deny:we were perfect for each other.
Which was why, if I couldn’t have Brynne, no one else could either.
And I wouldn’t apologize for being a possessive, selfish asshole.
Two hours after Cash picked me up and brought me home, Espada returned. I was seated at the kitchen table with a beer in my hand. Ryder had headed to bed a few minutes ago. We’d been playing poker, and I wiped him out.
The door opened. “Knew you’d be up waiting for me.” He went to the fridge, removed a gallon of milk, and set it on the counter.
“Tell me what you found out.”
He dramatically rolled his eyes, grabbed his Cocoa Puffs cereal, and filled a large bowl. “Sure you want to know?”
“All right, asshole.” I pointed at him. “Don’t fuck with me.”
“Don’t mean to,ese.” He sat across from me and shoved a heaping spoon into his big-ass mouth. “She works there.”
A blinked several times, waiting for him to laugh. He’d admitted earlier how he liked to get a rise out of me. This had to be him wanting to see me lose my mind.
He crunched and scooped more into his mouth. His serious expression made me shift in my seat.
“You’re serious.” Fuck yeah, he was. Espada knew when not to cross the line.
“Mhm.” He continued to eat nonchalantly. “She isn’t a regular employee. She mostly does it for herself. At least that’s what my dirty little girl said.”
“Don’t call her that.” He made my skin crawl. I knew he didn’t like themillegallyyoung, but the brother had his kinks, like calling a woman little girl or dirty little girl. I didn’t care to know why.
“Whatever. You do you, and I’ll do me.”
I crossed my arms on the table and leaned forward. “So what exactly does Brynne do there?” I needed specifics, so I didn’t overreact. If she was doing it for herself, she must’ve liked to be watched.
“She performs solo, usually. Sometimes with a dude.”
I gulped. “Does she have sex with customers or her partner?” I kept telling myself I had no right to judge or complain. But shit, my chest tightened at the very thought of her with someone other than me.
“No, just touching and kissing.”
I arched my eyebrow. “How much touching?” I knew for a fact how involved the performers could get. Ted’s was an underground sex club. From the outside, it looked like a biker bar, which was how Espada found it in the first place. But…
In the basement was where all the action happened. The place was incredible and not at all easy to get into. We had to get vetted and pay a substantial member’s fee.
The second time I visited the club, I requested to view two women without limitations. I’d given free rein for them to do what they wanted. Just my own curiosity getting the better of me. And they had blown my mind. No idea if they were a couple or lesbians or just fabulous performers, but they had gone down on each other and sucked each other’s tits like it was the best fucking day of their lives. It had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“No vaginal penetration, but everything else goes.”
My jaw dropped. “Why the fuck are you talking like a doctor now? Are you on something?”
“Just the finest weed I’ve ever smoked.” He pointed to his bowl. “Got the munchies now.”
I sat there a long second, trying to process Espada’s words. I wasn’t sure how to feel about Brynne being a performer. I would’ve never guessed she had a kinky side. Then again, most people didn’t walk around with “Ask me what kind of kink I’m into” written on their forehead.
I had to admit to being more intrigued than ever.
And a whole lot frustrated.