Young, Allyson - Absolute Perfection [Aspire 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)

Chapter Two

Iris Snider checked the face of her tiny white-gold watch again. She wondered why she was so antsy when it was the bride’s big day. Well, the second big day. Haley’s church wedding had been simple yet elegant, and it had been Iris’s supreme pleasure to be her little sister’s maid of honor. The simple cocktail-length dress in midnight blue met with her approval as well, considering she thought Haley would make her wear fussy pink as she’d always teased. Watching Haley stand in her lacy, ivory dress beside Warren as they took their vows made Iris’s heart swell, and seeing Gordon proffer the rings, three of them, best man jokes aside…the whole thing had spoken to her. Haley was totally, absolutely, loved and cared for. If Iris felt a bit of envy, it was probably okay. Everyone should have what Haley had, and Iris didn’t care that her little sister had two husbands, if one in name only. But tonight, well, this was waaay out of her comfort zone. She didn’t know her role in this ceremony. Haley told her all she had to do was hold her robe, pass her new collar, and bear witness, but the ambiance had unsettled Iris the moment she walked in. She didn’t care to dwell on what feelings it roused in her.

Iris knew about Haley’s Lifestyle. She’d known for years, and she was okay with it, just as she was comfortable with all kinds of sexual congress as long as all parties were able to consent. She liked sex. She did. She just didn’t find a lot of time for it, what with her “globe-trotting” as Haley referred to it. She loved her job as a field travel agent, trying out various previously undiscovered areas or venues and giving her recommendations to her boss who owned the agency. It meant that she met all sorts of people, but only for a short span of time, and Iris didn’t do casual sex. She needed more than physical release. That she could do for herself, and better than any man she’d ever met. She was strictly heterosexual, which cut back on her opportunities by exactly half. She laughed a little in her throat at the thought and cast a glance around her at the other “guests,” hoping no one thought she was strange. That idea made her fight against another chuckle. Everyone here was strange and different by the outside world’s standards, and the club had a really nice, relaxed atmosphere where they were all accepted and quite comfortable. Iris could see that. It was her who didn’t fit in. She didn’t know what one wore to a BDSM club, although Haley insisted a skirt and top were just fine.

Many of the other women were dressed in skirts, but hers actually covered her ass, and her boobs weren’t on display above bustiers or covered with just plain nothing.
C’mon, Haley. Get this show on the road.
Iris found herself getting cross-eyed trying not to look at all the flesh on view, not to mention some of the men who were obviously cut from the same cloth as Gordon and Warren. Leather pants were prevalent, and while some of the naked torsos above them didn’t really speak to her, there were one or two that fairly shouted. Especially that dark hunk of a man with the brooding features and the insolent slouch against the far wall. Iris kept her eyes resolutely on the door Haley was to emerge from, but she felt that man as if he was standing right beside her. She somehow wasn’t shocked when her sister walked out wearing a lacy pink robe. And nothing else that Iris could see. Haley had always been comfortable in her own skin, unlike Iris. She was tall and too slender, with small breasts and no hips to speak of. It made her rounded bottom all the more noticeable. Although they shared similar coloring, Haley was like a petite pocket Venus, all curves and cuddles, especially now that her early pregnancy was making her breasts fuller and her stomach curve. Iris was thrilled to know she’d be an aunt in the not-so-distant future even as she suppressed a longing for her own child. She didn’t have a man in her life, and while her gypsy lifestyle was coming to an end, she wasn’t certain she wanted to raise a child on her own even if she could now provide a stable home. She made a mental note to soon tell Haley she would be staying put and for Haley to be ready for lots more contact. She herself had just found out, and her news took a backseat to weddings. Haley was the only family she had since their mom died, and Iris was determined that nothing detract from these occasions, considering how they’d nearly lost
Warren
not so long ago.

Iris inched closer to the place where Haley now stood, and once again her heart swelled for her sister as
Warren
and Gordon stepped up as equals and surrounded her. Their leathers fit admirably and didn’t hide their enormous erections. The three of them all made solemn oaths of commitment to one another, and Iris handed over Haley’s new collar, hung with Gordon and Warren’s birthstones. Haley didn’t need her own gemstone.
She
was their jewel. Iris thought it was quite lovely and sincere, if obviously different from the church.

Then they eased her robe from her shoulders, and Iris took it from
Warren
, numbly. They were going to have sex with Haley right in front of everyone, and she didn’t know if she could do this, bear witness. She closed her eyes in panic and blinked them wide when a hot, hard body blanketed hers to support her trembling frame. A thick, muscled arm came around her waist to hold her close to his naked chest, and a deep voice rumbled in her ear.

“Relax. Haley wants this, and it’s our Lifestyle.”

Iris managed not to struggle in his grip. It was the brooding man. She didn’t have to see his face to know it to be true. He’d been as aware of her as she had been of him, and this wasn’t the time or place to get into a discussion with him about his effrontery. Besides, she needed the support. She watched as if from afar as her sister was secured to some kind of structure and her body prepared for penetration. By both of her husbands. At the same time.
Oh my god.
If it wasn’t her flesh and blood hanging there, Iris would have found the sight totally arousing and astoundingly beautiful.

“They won’t use anything on her because she’s pregnant.”

Iris stiffened. She had no idea what he meant at first and then tumbled to it. Haley had told her about liking erotic pain, describing some of the things her men did to her, and it made Iris’s pussy both clench and tingle even as her brain protested the very idea. She then worried about the double penetration, considering the pregnancy.

Again, he read her mind. “They’ll be careful with her, Haley’s sister. They love her more than life itself.”

He was correct, and while Iris looked just above the writhing forms, avoiding some of what transpired, she understood she was bearing witness to an act of deep and abiding commitment as her new brothers-in-law shared their bride, her sister. There was no mistaking Haley’s sexual satisfaction either. Everyone heard it, too.

She was able to pass the robe back to Gordon afterward, and he wrapped Haley up before taking her sated form off with
Warren
, and then Iris extricated herself from brooding man’s hold. She felt curiously bereft, even as he released her. The heat of his erection seemed imprinted on her lower back, and she, too, hadn’t been unaffected by the end of the “ceremony,” her sister’s sexual submission or no. She let her breath out on a long sigh and wondered what to do while she waited on Haley and her husbands. People were drifting off, presumably to their own pleasures, and this felt really awkward.

“Care to have a drink with me while you wait?”

Well, crap. Iris was a smart woman, and this guy, while mouth-wateringly hot, was clearly dangerous to any woman’s virtue. She needed to find somewhere to wait and keep her wits about her. “Sure.”

Okay then. That indeed had been her voice accepting the first step down the road to hell. She let him take her elbow and escort her to the area where refreshments were served.

* * * *

George soaked up the feeling of silken skin beneath his fingertips as he walked the woman he knew only as Haley’s sister along with him. His cock was trying to beat its way out of his leathers, and his heart pounded in his temples even as his brain tried to process whatever had just possessed him. He’d watched her try to look nonchalant and hide her anxiety while they all waited for Haley to present herself. He hadn’t even noticed the bride arrive until the sister moved closer to her, so intent was he on imprinting every tiny nuance.

He hadn’t missed her little nervous chuckle as she processed her surroundings, or her attempt to hide more laughter. He figured he knew what she was thinking and wondering about all the way through the ceremony and felt her fight her arousal, because it was her sister after all up there on display. He loved her sense of rightness. Loved. Well, that was insane. It was just that she looked so much like Jane, from the small, high breasts to the fine ass and coltish legs, not to mention the heart-shaped face with its big blue eyes and the spill of molten-gold hair. There was the resemblance to Haley for certain, but she and Jane could have been sisters. Nearly twin sisters. And his body recognized her. Physical attraction, nothing to do with love. He figured out, some months after Jane left, that he hadn’t loved her. It had been lust and passion, pure and simple. Even if he still wondered what he’d done to drive her away, George also speculated that their marriage had been destined to fail regardless. For a moment he thought he had something in his grasp, a hint of resolution, of closure, but they were in the bar and he turned his attention to the task at hand.

He gently urged Haley’s sister to have a seat on one of the couches. “What can I get you?”

“Club soda.”

He blinked. Jane drank club soda, although only if they were doing a scene and at his insistence. Vodka gimlets were her poison otherwise. “Nothing stronger?”

“Not tonight. I normally drink red wine, but my senses have taken enough of, uh, well, something already.”

He didn’t need a translator for that statement and hastened to the bar and got two club sodas and made his way back to her. In that short space of time he realized this woman was actually nothing like Jane, and it gave him a sense of relief. Jane would never have confided a weakness, nor would she have been able to laugh at herself. As he approached, George observed another Dom already moving in, and no wonder. Haley’s sister was the picture of innocence in these surroundings, and anyone would want to train her if that were her interest. George halted suddenly, his feet simply unable to propel him forward at the thought. He forced himself back into action. He wasn’t interested in training this woman. He was showing her common courtesy until someone came to take her home, and he’d keep the wolves at bay while he did it.

“Casey.” The other Dom looked up from introducing himself, clearly startled, and an expression of annoyance crossed his features, but it was the flash of hatred in his eyes that really struck George. What the fuck? Jarrod Casey had been a member here longer than him, and while they didn’t associate, he couldn’t understand the enmity. Even his business dealings with Casey’s family had been reasonable, although maybe Jarrod hadn’t thought so when George uncovered the link between their business losses and Jarrod’s best friend. That man fled the country to avoid prosecution and none of the assets had been recovered, but the siphoning had at least stopped.

“Hello, Andreas. She isn’t wearing your collar.” Casey nearly snarled the words at him.

George felt rather than saw Haley’s sister come to attention as she processed Casey’s comment.
Damn it.
“I’m her escort.”

His tone sounded dark and menacing to his ears despite how innocuous the words were. Casey shrugged and backed off, then cut a sly glance at George. “I’m not surprised you’re ‘escorting’ her, Andreas. There’s a remarkable—” Casey’s comment was cut short by a raucous call from just behind him. He jumped and whirled, and George wondered at his startled reaction. It was only a pair of Doms settling the terms of an agreement with a seasoned sub with enthusiasm. Casey seemed uncommonly on edge.

The other man prepared to take his leave and nodded to Haley’s sister. George watched her drop her eyes. Damn it again. Submissive. Not a clue, but submissive. He was overcome with such a sense of yearning he felt hollow. Years, since Jane left, of putting in time, working hard, socializing only at the club, abstaining from relationships, and then this. And he didn’t even know her goddamn name. He struggled mightily against the draw and then capitulated, sitting beside her and setting the sodas down on the table in front of them. He offered his name with his hand, and the feel of her small, soft palm against his as he engulfed it had him struggling harder. Haley’s sister would probably be totally shocked if he bore her to the floor and let his cock loose.

“Georgios Andreas.” George never introduced himself that way. His first name was Americanized years ago. But he wanted to hear this woman say it, and say it in her passion as she came beneath him and at his hands and mouth.

“Iris Snider.”

“So, Iris Snider, are you just in town for Haley’s wedding?”
Please say yes and you’ll be leaving shortly so I can go back to maintaining the status quo. Please say you live here so I don’t have to figure out a believable reason to do business where you actually live.

“I actually was born and raised here. Both Haley and I were. I was infected with wanderlust, and once I graduated with a degree in tourism, I’ve traveled to elicit firsthand information about places to visit.”

George watched as she hesitated, clearly not certain if she should share something further. She traveled. She would move on, and he would not be faced with making any choices. It would be out of his hands. Destiny. Karma. Her little white teeth nibbled on her full bottom lip, and he wanted to lean over and kiss the sting away.