Page 27 of Rebellion

Everywhere I looked were beautiful faces, half or completely naked men and women, but no man wearing a mask, and no Grayson. I searched the room, waved at a few of the members I’d met the night before and ran smack into a familiar hot bod.

“Angelina, babe.”

Ooh, familiar black hair and blue eyes. My very favorite black Irish lover. “Hawk? What are you doing here?”

He threw his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side. “Like you don’t know.”

Hawk was half the reason I was here at all. He’d been intimately involved into my initiation into kink a few months ago. But I hadn’t seen him since. Which was Gray’s doing. “Am I supposed to?”

Hawk’s arm drifted down off my shoulders and squeezed my ass. “You invited me down.”

I did? What the hell? Hmm. “Well, yes. Of course, I did. I thought you might like this scene and I could use a friendly face.”

We’d been shockingly close a few months ago. Like, ménage a trois close.

“I’d like to be a whole lot more than friendly to your face.” He chucked me under the chin.

I grinned and removed his handsy self from my body. “I’m afraid those days are over. Now you’ll get to use your face to be friendly to me.”

“Oh, I see. The new and improved Angelina. One night with me and you’re a whole new woman. It’s happened before. It’ll happen again.”

I shook my head and laughed. “You’re a dick.”

He leaned in and whispered. “Yeah, a nice big one.”

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Hawk glanced around the room. I’m sure trying to pretend he was checking out the scene. I’d bet half my fortune that Hawk was a member of The Asylum too. Was he looking for whoever asked him to come down to the club or here to spy? Nope, I saw a linger, and I knew exactly why he was here, and who he lusted after. “See anything or anyone you like?”

“Eh.” He shrugged.

Liar, liar, P. O. F. “Hmm. I know someone who will interest you. I’m not sure you’ll get along, but she’d be a stimulating challenge for you.”

He crossed his arms, thumb out, tapping on the material of his jacket, but there was interest there. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“Sure you do. Come on. I’ll introduce you.” I turned on my heel and headed straight for Lilly. The tightening of her stance and the flush on her neck for that lusty aura pouring off Hawk showed she knew we were coming for her.

“You haven’t seen Grayson around, have you?” I asked as we made our way to Lilly.

“Huh? Oh, no. Is he here?” His view never left Lilly for a second, so I couldn’t tell if he was lying or simply not paying attention to me.

I decided not to answer the question. Hawk didn’t seem to notice anyway, he was too busy drooling.

No one else was partaking in the delights Lilly offered at the moment. Hawk’s hands nearly vibrated waiting to smack her lush bottom. I knew that from personal experience.

“Hawk, meet Lilly. She’s a sub of the club, on loan from The Asylum and thus available for any and all the members to partake of as they please.”

Lilly stiffened and opened her mouth, but snapped it back shut without saying a word.

“Within her limits, of course. I’m sure the two of you can work that out.” While I enjoyed seeing Lilly slightly uncomfortable, I’d never let anyone cross the line with her, or any woman, if I could help it. I knew Lilly’s lines were pretty far into the kinkosphere since she’d not only agreed to be a sub for The Red Ranch, but subbed for Foster Bennett.

“I’m sure we will.” Hawk circled her, examining her from head to toe.

I wouldn’t mind seeing how this played out, and fully intended to indulge some of my own voyeurism by staying and watching for a while. Lilly’s pedestal gave me a good vantage point to people watch, and by that I meant look for Gray.

My fun was interrupted by the sense that someone was watching me. The little hairs on my arms stood on end and my skin heated up.

“She is exquisite, isn’t she?” A voice, rough and graveled, injured even, came from behind me. Who was this guy, Batman?

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