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Quickly, his spare hand roughly grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head guiding her movements as he cursed to himself.

“Fuck, Layney. You and your damn mouth.” Joey pressed his hips up into her, feeling the tip of his cock greeting the back of her throat.

Her tongue swirled around his cock, taunting, and teasing him as she made every effort to make sure that he had to work at maintaining his focus on the road.

Joey’s palm circled the steering wheel as he made a turn that he had nearly forgotten to take. He was constantly torn between watching the road and sneaking glimpses of Layne with her ass in the air while her mouth worked him over.

With his release rapidly approaching, he gave a light growl as his hand pushed her head down on him. The way she gagged around his dick had him barely clinging to his control over his release.

“Ah, fuck! You better not waste a drop of my cum, Layney.” His breaths grew ragged as he pulled her head back and forced it back down on his cock several more times.

His knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Feeling the tingle at the base of his spine, he pinned her head down on him right before his dick began pulsing. Groaning as his pleasure burst through his body, Joey’s hips thrust up into her mouth as he came, shooting lines of his hot seed into the back of her throat.

Each swallow she made with him still buried inside her had him whimpering and working to catch his breath. His hand released her hair and slid down over her upper back.

“Jesus Christ.” He sighed in satisfaction as he relaxed back into the driver’s seat. It shocked the hell out of him that he managed to keep the damn car on the road this entire time.

Layne slid her mouth off of him, giving the head of his cock one final lick as she smiled proudly. She shifted back into her seat and pulled her seat belt across her lap.

“Couldn’t have you feeling left out all night.” Her eyes sparkled, complimenting the flush of her cheeks and the puffiness of her lips that were missing most of her lip gloss after her oral endeavors.

Joey gave her a relaxed grin before he pulled up to the building with a slate blue sign above it bearing the club’s new name. Metal chains wrapped around each of the individual handles for aesthetics and a line wrapped around the block of people waiting to get into Cassidy’s Chains.

Before she could open her door, Joey reached over and took her by the back of her neck. With her face turned toward him, he smiled. “I love you.” He leaned over and captured her lips in a tender and gentle kiss. If he had made the wrong decision so many years ago, it killed him to think that he would never have found his own piece of heaven.

Chapter Twenty-One

CONNECTED CHAINS

Inside the nightclub, most of the decor that had once screamed strippers and poles had been removed. The stages also had disappeared, except for the one designated for the DJ in the corner.

Along the walls were extensive lines of sofa-like seating with royal blue velvet cushions. Spaced out every couple of feet were small tables placed in front of it. Hung up throughout the space were framed photos of various kinky toys that included everything from your standard BDSM accessories to things a little more… adventurous, peculiar, and unusual.

The lighting was expectedly dim but was accented with the cool glow of blue lights placed around the seating areas, walkways, and bar. A curtain of thick metal chains hung in the entryway that divided the main area of the club where all the drinking and dancing happened to the hallway that led to the private rooms.

An evening of exclusive access to those rooms was available for a hefty fee. All of the photographs of toys and accessories on the walls of the main club area were made available for use and play. At your own risk and pleasure, of course.

Gage was standing in front of the industrial-looking bar, meeting with his extra security adds before the club officially opened up for everyone to file inside. It was the same crew of friends he had met at the diner around the corner a few nights back. Jax, Devon, Isaiah, and Hunter were all gathered in a loose circle.

Adjusting his earpiece, Jax looked at Gage. “I’ll be doing rounds at all the points of entry to make sure there’s only one way in here and one way out.”

Hunter nodded and reassured Gage that they all had a plan in place, “Don’t worry, Vlad. Someone will have eyes on her at all times.”

While Devon began to reiterate some of the other minor details of the specific security measures in place, Isaiah smacked his arm several times with the back of his hand.

“Holy… fuck… Dude!” Isaiah’s mouth was left hanging open as he stared at the front door.

Devon finally stopped speaking long enough to see what the hell Isaiah was gawking at. When his eyes followed the line of sight, he was also rendered speechless.

Turning his head to see what everyone was distracted by, Hunter raised both of his brows. “Is that…Joey? Your brother?”

Layne and Joey had just entered, being allowed to pass by the dedicated bouncer at the door. Joey’s arm was wrapped around her waist, possessively keeping her close to his side. The two of them chatted between themselves as they drifted further into the club.

Isaiah, being the immature one of the group, chuckled. “Oh, man! You’ve got to be shitting me! You’re banging your brother’s wife, Vlad!?”

Gage’s eyes narrowed. “Say that a little fuckin’ louder why don’t you?”

It was Hunter who smacked Isaiah on the back of the head so that Gage didn’t have to. “Why don’t you ever shut up instead of saying stupid ass things?” He shook his head in annoyance.

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