Captive Ride(31)

“Yes, well, it’s only television. I’m not going to be casting spells or anything.” And network television at that. The movies late night television shows are far milder than anything that goes on in my own head.

Neither man has touched me in a sexual manner. Easy wanted to. When we sat in one of those rooms upstairs, he told me what he wanted to do to me in graphic detail.

I want to kiss you all over from your forehead to your toes and every spot in between. I want to suck on your tits until you come around my cock. I want to eat you while you’re sucking on Michigan’s dick. I want us all to fuck and come until we’re blind and stupid. And then I want to do it all over again.

I hear Michigan too.

She’s never even stuck her finger inside herself, man. What are you doing?

Easy didn’t stop looking at me. He wanted me to know that it was my decision. As he escorted me out of the club, he’d said Michigan was scared and to cut him some slack.

When I get to the library, I’m in desperate need of counsel. I am inexperienced so I don’t know if Michigan’s obvious arousal means he wants me or if he was just turned on by what we were watching. The pheromone level was real high in that room.

I don’t want to show up at Easy’s place and have the same kind of mixed up reception. Unfortunately we’re so busy that I’m not able to get Pippa alone until close to quitting time.

“Are you friendly with all the Death Lords?” I ask my boss.

She purses her lips and gives me a considering glance. I know she’s weighing how much she can share with me. “Not all of them. I’m getting to know them slowly. Judge takes me by the club every so often and everyone is really respectful but he’s the president and so long as he approves, I feel like they’ll approve.”

“What about Easy?”

“The Sergeant at Arms? He’s a good guy. I find him to be good humored and openly affectionate with his brothers. Michigan is much more reserved.” She shuts down the computers and turns to me.

“What’s the Sergeant do?” Neither of them explained their roles in the club.

“He keeps order in the club. If Judge issues an edict, it’s Easy’s job to make sure everyone carries it out. He also listens to complaints and passes them on. Michigan’s an Enforcer. He exerts the will of the club on those who won’t oblige them voluntarily.” Her eyes tell me that these are real positions, not play ones that some might toss around for a weekend. She’s warning me that these are dangerous men who have responsibility and I need to take that into account when I make a decision.

The real question I have, though, is if I have to make a decision about both at the same time. It’s embarrassing to ask though and I don’t even know how to delicately hint at it.

“What is it, Annie? You can ask me anything. I won’t judge you.”

I finger the bottom of my pale blue blouse for a moment. “Is it true that Easy and Michigan are a pair?”

A smile lights her face. “That’s what I’ve heard.”

“So if one of them is interested and the other is sort of reluctant, what am I supposed to take from that?” Feeling ridiculous but wanting to be informed, I continue, “Easy left me a cuff. The waitress at the Brew Ha Ha said it was an invitation but when I get to the club, Michigan is clearly angry that I’m there and tries to chase me off but not before my back is imprinted with his…you know.”

She shakes slightly at a suppressed laugh. “I think you have big old Michigan running scared. The big silent types are marshmallows inside. He’s just afraid for you to see his soft gooey center so if you’re interested in both of them—but know that it’s both—then go for it.”

“You’re not going to tell me to stay away for my own good?”

“Shoot, why would I do that?” She places an arm around my shoulders and squeezes me. “I know you’ve lived a sheltered life but if this is what you want, go for it. You might get your heart broken but it’s better than sitting at home alone with those awful what ifs running around in your head.”

Before I leave the library, I dial the number Easy pressed into my hand when he sent me off last night. I could have texted him but I want to hear his voice when I give him my answer. Anticipation, excitement and even a little fear swirl in my belly as my fingers press down on the keypad.

“Annie,” he says after the first ring. “Is it a yes?”

I nod and then realize he can’t see me. “Yes.”

His low voice gets even deeper. “Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to drive over?”