Page 31 of Free

“I bet you do. You can thank me for that,” she tells him with another laugh.

“Thank you, Bunny. Let’s see if you can get her to do it more often,” he says as his eyes burn a hole through me. He looks me up and down like he could devour me right now, and I would probably let him. The look of lust dances in his eyes, and my body heats from the inside out. It’s not the drugs. It’s the man himself.

“You look amazin’, sweetheart.”

“Thank you. Are you sure this isn’t too much?”

“No. It’s perfect. You ready?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how I’m getting on your bike with this,” I tell him. He smiles, and fuck does it go straight to my core.

“We’re not takin’ the bike tonight.” Now I pout. I loved being on the back of his bike. “I’ll take you tomorrow if you’re a good girl tonight.” My heart skips a beat when he says that. Be a good girl. I can do that for him.

The thoughts still linger from the conversation we had yesterday about me staying here. The fact he said no one else would be touching me except for him. I liked that idea.

“Okay,” I say as he motions for me to come to him. I walk over and stop in front of him as he eyes me up and down once more. My cheeks heat again, and he sees it this time. He smiles that gorgeous smile at me before taking my hand in his. Electricity shoots up my arm at the contact, and I think he feels it, too.

“Let’s go before we’re late.” He leads me out of the room as I toss Bunny one last smile over my shoulder. I follow Free out of the clubhouse and to the waiting truck we’ll be taking. I might be dressed to kill tonight, but Free is still in his jeans and cut. Not that he doesn’t look sexy as hell in that, because he does.

He helps me into the truck and then walks around and climbs in himself before starting it up. Then we take off out of the parking lot.

The drive is silent. Neither of us speaks. I don’t know what to say. I’m curious about his brother’s place, but I don’t want to ask too many questions and piss him off. I don’t know how much I should ask. Not that it has ever stopped me before but I feel too comfortable about Free.

We pull into another driveway after about thirty minutes and up the long drive. I can see the house from here, and that isn’t a house; it’s a mansion.

“That’s his house?”

“That’s where he conducts business. His house is about an hour from here.”

“That’s his club?”

“Somethin’ like that. I call it a club because of the exclusivity.” I nod my head in understanding. Free kills the engine and comes around to help me out. My heels hit the ground with a soft clink before he rests his hand on the small of my back. It feels intimate. Too intimate for a guy like Free.

I allow him to lead me to the door as a big man nods his head at us. He must be the bouncer as big as he is.

“Security,” Free tells me. I nod.

We step inside, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. This place is immaculate. I can see why girls would want to be here.

We walk further into the room when I see the women all dressed similarly to me. Long flowing gowns cover their bodies as men flutter around the room, talking to them. I’m in awe of everything when another man walks up to us.

“You came,” he says, holding his hand out to Free.

“I came.” They shake hands before the man's eyes fall on me.

“She’s prettier than the pictures,” he observes, and my cheeks heat once more. He’s seen me? In pictures? Is he the one they were talking about putting a last minute bid in on me?

“She is far prettier than the pictures. Addison, this is my brother, Jamie.” I reach out my hand to be polite, but Jamie pulls me into his arms. His face nuzzles into my neck, and I instantly look at Free. I don’t like him being this close to me. I don’t like what he’s doing. Free’s jaw clenches and flexes, but he doesn’t say anything.

Jamie finally pulls away and kisses my hand before releasing it. I quickly drop it back to my side and stand closer to Free.

“I got your shipment,” Jamie informs him.

“Of course you did. I never ship my shit out late,” Free tells him.

“It’s all ready for tonight. Is she ready?” Jamie asks, nodding toward me.

“Here’s the thing. She’s with me, Jamie. Not one of your other guys. Not one of your girls. Me.”

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