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Her smile faded. But because she'd trusted Geoffrey that much-enough to let go-his abandonment had ripped her apart.

A while after they broke up, she'd joined the Shadowlands, hoping to  meet someone wonderful. Those dreams had died because investing all her  trust and love in a man was simply an invitation to get hurt.         

     



 

She bent over to tug lightly on Rhage's silky ears. "Are you cruel too, buddy? Since you're a male?"

His tail thumped the carpet.

"See, with humans, once a man conquers, he examines his prize and  immediately begins picking her apart." She slapped her ample stomach.  "I've got a lot to pick apart here. And my background provides even  more."

Rhage waved a little paw in the air.

"You too, huh? Both of us with scummy backgrounds." Rainie smiled down  at him. "Guess we'll just keep it to you and me." No one else.

She shoved the homework right off the table. Damn Master Jake anyway.  After getting home last night, she'd dreamed of him, over and over. Even  worse, she craved seeing him again-as though he was dark chocolate and  she'd just come off a yearlong diet. She wanted.

But she could have dealt with dreams. Really. But the dreams had slowly  twisted into nightmares of how she'd fled his sister's birthday party  back to her foster care house-where she should have been safe.

Jake wasn't to blame. Nonetheless, he was a walking, talking reminder of why her life had descended straight into the sewer.

Her head lifted as she heard footsteps on the sidewalk. Probably the limousine driver.

"Okay, dog, I have to go party." She picked up an encompassing shawl and  swirled it around her body. "You guard the house, okay?"

Rhage gave a small yip of agreement.

Who needed men? Rainie grinned. She had her own hero-an incredibly smart, cuddly, four-footed hero.







As the others in the bachelor party settled in, Jake shed his suit coat,  rolled up his shirtsleeves, and stuffed his tie into his slacks pocket.  Comfortable, he leaned back and stretched out his legs. For bar  furniture, the burgundy-red, well-cushioned chair was fairly  comfortable.

Around the table, the others followed suit. Marcus removed his  silvery-gray pinstripe jacket. Galen hung his black suit coat as well as  Vance's over the back of a nearby chair. Holt dumped his behind him.  Neither Raoul nor Nolan wore coats. But after assessing the size of the  two men, doormen tended to ignore their less formal attire.

Jake was enjoying himself more than he'd anticipated. Well, aside from  dying twice during the laser tag game earlier. Since the Shadowlands  Masters were quite accustomed to exotic kink, the party hadn't bothered  visiting strip clubs. Instead, they'd taken over a laser tag facility.

Jake gave two of the grooms, Vance and Galen, a respectful glance. The  FBI agents had headed up the law enforcement team-and had shot him dead.  Jake's team, consisting of ex-military men, had won by only one game.

After cleaning up and dining, the grooms and a few other Doms came here  to check on the bachelorette party. Jake glanced around the crowded  room. Supposedly, the women had picked this boutique nightclub for their  last stop.

It was a good choice, actually. The DJ played music ranging from rock to  metal designed to encourage dancing. Because Vance had selected a table  in the elevated back section, the view of the ground floor was  excellent-although Jake could hardly see his drink.

He glanced over at Marcus, one of the three grooms. "I didn't think  bachelor parties were supposed to rendezvous with the corresponding  bachelorette one."

"Be a shame to waste the opportunity." Marcus gave him an easy smile. "The ladies get drunk and revved up. Can't beat the sex."

"And the women encouraged you to butt into their party?"

"Hell, no. They don't know we're here." Galen's smile was evil. "But my  company specializes in finding people-even when they're trying to hide."  Galen's firm had a rep for delivering.

"I hear the trainees were on their own last night," Vance said to Jake. "You were lucky our Sally isn't one any longer."

"I'd have to agree with you," Jake said. The little brunette was adorable but a brat incarnate.

"It's a shame about the trainee program ending," Marcus said. "I found my Gabi. Maxie and Dara met their Doms through it."

"Speaking of trainees, do you hear from Heather?" Raoul asked Jake.

Heather. He braced for the pain of remembering her but found only a distant grief. "Now and then. She's doing well."

"Good. And you, my friend?"

Jake smiled slightly, thinking of the night before. "Guess I've recovered. Women seem inviting again."

Nolan King snorted. "If the last months were you in mourning, I'd hate to see you at full strength."

At the chorus of agreement, Jake grinned ruefully. Okay, yes, he'd gone  through a few submissives in an effort to forget the one lost. But the  women had known he wasn't interested in more than a fun evening. He  tilted his glass toward the tough contractor. "Watch and learn, old  man."         

     



 

Even as Nolan barked a laugh, Holt scowled at Jake. "When he rips your head off, it'll splatter blood all over my good suit."

"Beth will rescue me," Jake said, enjoying the way Nolan's eyes narrowed. "She likes me better anyway."

Laughing, Holt edged his chair farther from Jake. Hell of a friend.

"Doubtful." Nolan swirled his beer. "But since I like well-endowed women, I'll sample Rainie instead."

No. Fucking. Way. "You're married," Jake snapped. "Don't you fuck with Rainie."

As the men roared with laughter, Vance lifted his glass to Nolan. "And the King scores!"

Marcus grinned and told the others, "As a past Trainee Master, I do like the way Sheffield jumped to the trainee's defense."

And where the hell had his surge of possessiveness come from? Feeling  like an idiot, Jake lifted his Kamikaze in a salute to Nolan. "I  definitely jumped, you bastard."

The Dom's rare grin flashed. "Just so you know-if I strayed, Beth would  wait until I was asleep, lop off my balls, and bury them in her garden.  As fertilizer."

Jake grinned back. Nolan's little redhead was sweet, quiet, and had a  spine of pure titanium. "I wonder what Rainie would do in a similar  situation." Might be good to know.

The forthcoming suggestions were far too bloody for peace of mind.

Galen added, "Being the vindictive type, she'd probably stuff everything down the garbage disposal afterward."

Jesus. Jake could feel his balls draw up tight.

A second later, a commotion sounded at the door. Turning to look, Vance broke into laughter. "And there they are."

Jake stared. Those were Shadowlands submissives? The group of women  strutting in would look at home on a stripper's stage. But, damn, they  looked good. Hair out to there, eyelashes forever, deep red lips that  made a man's cock stand up.

He'd seen less makeup on drag queens, but there was no doubt these were  females, considering the amount of skin they were showing. Miniskirts,  mesh stockings, cleavage to rival the Grand Canyon. And somehow, they  made it all work.

After a minute, he spotted Rainie. She looked like sex, super-sized. A  miniskirt of shiny black flirted with damn fine legs. Her dark blue  bustier had almost no back, so her tattoo ran up and over her right  shoulder, leading the eye straight down to those incredible breasts.  God, he'd never wanted to touch someone so much in his life.

He smiled ruefully. A Dom should know himself … and he had to admit she  was the reason he'd stayed with the grooms rather than peeling off like  most of the others.

As the women formed a small group, Jake noticed Ben, the Shadowlands  security guard, had accompanied them. The combination of his massive  bulk, rough-hewn face, and fancy rags made him look like a lethal pimp.

As Jake watched, the women split into different directions. Beth headed  for the DJ, Rainie and another women-"Is that Mistress Anne?" Jake  choked out.

"It is." Raoul's smile was a flash of white in the darkness. "I've never seen her look so beautiful."

No lie. The sadistic Domme's attire usually held an edge of threat. What  she wore tonight was complete and utter seduction, Penthouse style.

"Wonder what brave subbie talked the Mistress into that?" Marcus wondered.

Every Dom at the table answered, "Rainie."





Rainie hadn't expected to have so much fun. But her unhappiness about  work had been erased by the amount of alcohol in her veins and her rowdy  friends. Although the party had decreased from the original fifteen,  the remaining few were serious partiers.

Even now, Kim was siccing Ben into intimidating a couple to move away from a large table to a smaller one.

Uzuri and Beth targeted the DJ to get the correct tune loaded up. Their  private exotic dancing class at the start of the night had given them  the moves to only one song.

Rainie and Anne had their own task. Rainie asked, "Is this bartender mine or yours?"