Read Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) Online

Authors: Sara Brookes

Tags: #Sara Brookes, #contemporary, #erotic romance, #romance, #bdsm, #submission, #dominance

Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (9 page)

BOOK: Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1)
9.41Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

They were intimidating standing there in leathers.

Holy hotness
.

The taller of the two men, Saint, wore a tight black tee, black jeans, and black boots. His muscles rippled as he leaned toward Boyce to whisper in his ear. Boyce smirked and nodded, gesturing toward something Master Enver had done.

Boyce wore an off-white tee, dark jeans, and boots that were identical to Saint’s. Where Saint’s jaw was square, Boyce’s was softer, though just as masculine. Boyce was all angles and masculine bulk that a man didn’t earn without a lot of sweat and hard work. Saint was fit, but his frame was far more compact. His muscles were just as defined, but not as overt.

It didn’t even occur to her to question why they were here and not at the vineyard.

She was too worried about getting caught.

Quiet applause broke out as the scene came to an end. Most of the people seated at the tables positioned around the perimeter of the room stood and began mingling as the two submissives were carefully unbound from the rigging. Boyce headed for the corner where Asha still kneeled before the man in charge. Saint walked toward Enver to speak with him.

This was the perfect opportunity for her to escape.

She started to rise, keeping her gaze on Saint to make sure he stayed away from the door. As long as they kept talking, kept busy, she’d have a chance. But just as she stood, someone to her right called Saint’s name.

When he scanned the room, Grae tried to shrink back into the chair.

Don’t see me. Don’t see me.

His gaze landed squarely on her.

Fuck
.

Chapter Six

T
o give Saint credit, he didn’t storm across the room and demand to know why she was there. Or lift his eyebrows in surprise. He just calmly made his way to the couch and slid next to her. Then shot her a knowing smile.

All the pieces fell into place.

And explained why she’d been directed to this floor.

“Guess you’re not surprised to see me.”

“No. But I am disappointed you felt that you couldn’t be honest with us.” Though his voice was stern, his touch was gentle. He combed his fingers through her hair using steady, smooth strokes that did nothing to quench the smoldering heat that had ignited in her gut the second they’d stepped into the room.

If her body would just end this perpetual war, maybe she could think straight.

But whenever her thoughts had Saint and Boyce attached to them, coherency was beyond her grasp. “How did you know I would be here?”

Saint licked his lips and studied her for a minute. “Your name was on the visit list.”

“But that’s private.” She bit her lip when she realized she’d spoken loud enough to draw the attention of the entire room.

Saint answered even though all those gazes were still aimed at them. “Yes. It is. Except for the fact that I own a stake in the club. Which means I have full access.”

“What?” As far as she was aware, Kochran was the only owner of the club. At least that was what her research had turned up when she’d done her initial pass for information about the club before she’d sunk her money into the costly membership fee.

Saint scooted closer. Odd. She’d thought he couldn’t possibly invade her space more than he already had. “Do you think I fucked my way onto the owner’s floor?”

“No. Of course not.” She glanced away quickly, noting that everyone had gone back to whatever they’d been talking about. Or negotiating. She wished another scene would start in order to draw Saint’s attention away from her.

“Kochran wanted to buy the building and surrounding land when the base shutdown because of budget cuts. When he couldn’t come up with all the money the government was demanding, myself and the Dom you just watched in a spectacular suspension scene, put up the rest of what he needed. Kochran lives nearby, on the land we purchased.” Saint’s hot breath caressed her collarbone.

Sucked how he could be sexy and intimidating at the same time. Really, really sucked. Because right now, she loved it and hate it at the same time. She wanted him to go away almost as much as she wanted him to stay.

“This used to be an armory, didn’t it?” Maybe if she kept the topic on anything other than her, she could excuse herself after a few minutes without embarrassing herself too much.

“It was. Kochran’s done a lot of work on the place to bring it up to his standards. There’s still some original quarters down on the lower levels. Good if someone wants authentic military training experience for a scene.”

“This all must have taken a lot of time.”

“When something is your passion, you make the time. Besides, expansion keeps his mind off...other things.”

The way Saint’s tone changed during the last sentence, Grae knew there was more to Kochran than she—and maybe anyone else—knew. “His band can really tear things up. I’m surprised some music executive hasn’t been through to sign them.”

“Are you really here to discuss Kochran?”

A knot of dread formed in her stomach. She’d known trying to distract him was futile. “No.”

“You saw, didn’t you? You were watching last Saturday night when Boyce had his...episode.” Grae’s breath caught in her throat as his knowing gaze arrowed in on her, so she simply nodded. He smiled slowly. “Explains why you showed up so unexpectedly at the house. Boyce and I had a little wager going on about what your true intentions were. Nice to see I was right. How long have you been watching us, Grae?”

Though it was a question, his stern tone told her that he didn’t want an argument. Funny, she wasn’t interested in giving him one. There were a lot of things she couldn’t be honest with herself about, but this was one thing she couldn’t deny. The facts were too easily attained given his status with Kochran.

“Since I joined.”

“And how long has that been?”

“A while. I didn’t know,” she rushed on, desperate to make her case. The last thing she needed was for the two of them to think she’d taken a long walk off the short plank to stalkersville. “When I signed the forms for Noble House, I didn’t realize you both were members. I had no idea this lifestyle was even a possibility for you guys. It wasn’t as though we all talked about this kind of thing in college. I didn’t know about myself until about eight years ago, well after we last saw each other. But then I saw you two, realized I knew you...and I couldn’t help but watch. Sorry.”

Saint caught her chin, his hold firm but gentle. “Don’t be sorry for finding pleasure in something, Grae. Never, ever be sorry about something so precious. The world would be a far happier place if everyone just accepted their desires and were more open about them. Which is why places like Noble House are so necessary. People want to indulge, but they aren’t comfortable being open about it. I’m glad you’re here.”

“So am I.” She blew out the breath she’d been holding even though Saint had just touched on something she was familiar with. Acceptance wasn’t easy for her. Especially when it came to her wants and desires.

“Good. Most members don’t know this room exists, even those who have been visiting the club for years. There is a reason you’re here, Grae. In this place. And you’ll be asked to maintain the privacy of those who are in this room. The owner’s room is...special. Like you.” The dominant edge to his stare made her cheeks heat even as her body softened. “But the Keep also isn’t for the faint of heart. Kochran has a flair for the dramatic. You’ll see that if you decide to keep coming back. But he isn’t the only one. Enver’s scene wasn’t too much for you, was it? He goes over the top more often than not.”

Grae decided not to mention the fact Saint shared that same dramatic angle to his scenes. That she loved watching him work. Undoubtedly, that was the common thread that had drawn the three men together to start the club. That made this room so special, and why they didn’t want to share it with the general population.

“It was spectacular.”

Saint rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell him that. His head is swelled enough as it is. In more ways than one.”

The vague reference caused Grae to realize the Dom leading the scene hadn’t gotten off. She knew a Dom sometimes drew pleasure from seeing a person derive pleasure from serving them. There had been plenty of scenes broadcasted from Noble House where the Dom had gotten the submissive off and never found the same pleasure for himself.

At least not on camera.

“Is that usual? For Enver, I mean.” Calling him Master Enver out loud as Asha had done didn’t feel right to Grae. She still considered herself a newbie, even though she had years of experience under her belt.

“To not blow? Oh, yeah. He never has sex with a sub during a scene. At least penetration. Refuses to play anywhere but inside this room when he’s at Noble House. No cameras here.”

Grae’s gaze scanned the corners that would have been perfect areas to mount cameras. She’d known that about this room, but she’d forgotten to look when she’d entered. “Shame to keep all that talent behind locked doors.”

Saint shrugged. “I stopped trying to figure out Kochran or Enver’s headspace a long time ago. There are better ways to expend my energy.” He gestured toward the room, at the people milling around talking quietly. “Did you bring someone to scene with tonight?”

“Here by my lonesome. Wanted to look—”

“Grae,” he remarked sternly.

“No, really. I thought I could get the lay of the club since I knew you two were going to be out of town. No way for us to run into each other with you two wrapped around one another at some winery.”

Damn those images again. Damn the grapes. Damn the sunset.

All
faked
.

“If you didn’t come to participate, and you didn’t come to watch, then why are you here?”

“Just visiting, like I said.”

“Honey, no one comes to Noble House to
visit
.” Saint scooted closer. She really wished he would stop doing that. Any closer and she’d be sitting in his lap. Though that wouldn’t be an especially terrible thing. “You may not know why you’re here, but you definitely came with some kind of mission in mind.” Boyce joined them just as Saint trailed off. “Grae says she isn’t here to watch or participate.”

Boyce smirked as he sat. “She came for the food, didn’t she? Duke does offer some mean snacks. Still won’t take my suggestion of serving cocktail wieners. Can’t imagine why.”

Grae giggled. Surprised, she smothered the noise by covering her mouth.

Saint angled his head. “Don’t stop. It sounds pretty.”

Grae lowered her hand, feeling her cheeks heat. She already sounded unhinged. Admitting she’d visited the club for a specific reason—them—would make her sound like a stalker. She wanted to get closer to them, be with them, not scare them.

“I did say I was on vacation. Thought it was time I see some places that I’ve always wanted to visit.”

“Road trip. Any more stops for you?”

Grae dipped her head. “Other than coming to see you and Saint, this was my only destination.”

Boyce barked out a laugh. “Now that is one vacation I can get behind.”

“I know quite a few things you’re willing to get behind,” Saint murmured.

“Mmm. Tempting.” Boyce studied her, his gaze just as steady and assessing as Saint’s. “I say we help Grae kickoff her vacation right. By putting her to work. I believe I know a few things that could use dictation.” Grae yelped as Boyce swept her up into his arms. “What do you say, Ms. Burrows? Care to sharpen a few pencils?”

Grae put her hand in the center of Boyce’s chest, felt his strong heartbeat, and noticed hers skipped a beat. “No.”

Chapter Seven

D
espite Grae’s protest, Boyce carried her out of the room. She didn’t struggle as he walked down the darkened hallway. There would be no point. They would want to know why she’d said no.

It wasn’t as though she wasn’t thrilled by the idea of playing with them. No reason to deny that her body had been reaching for them since she’d discovered they played at Noble House. But she needed to clear the air before she entered into any sort of power exchange with them. And since they didn’t have an established play relationship, with no assigned safe word,
no
would have to suffice.

BOOK: Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1)
9.41Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Fire Hawk by Justine Davis, Justine Dare
1997 - The Chocolate Money Mystery by Alexander McCall Smith
A Daughter's Story by Tara Taylor Quinn
Darkest Ecstasy by Tawny Taylor
The Extinction Club by Jeffrey Moore
The Game by Amanda Prowse
Wee Danny by Brennan, Gerard
A Fate Filled Christmas by Cheyenne Meadows