Page 18 of The Delta's Rogue
“I told you I enjoy watching.” My arms wrap around her waist and hug her to me. “There have been times when I’ve taken a female into one of the private rooms and watched her touch herself. Other times, I’ve joined couples or groups as an observer. I have kissed females. I’ve tied females up for their partners to play with. But I haveneverbeen an active participant. Ever. I promise.” I cup her cheek, my thumb stroking under her angry eyes. “Does my answer satisfy your curiosity?”
She scans my face, searching my eyes for any hint of a lie, and then she nods. “Yes.”
“Good,” I grunt. My gaze snags on a looming figure crossing the room towards us. “Because Forrest is on his way over here, and I need you to go back to being my good little rogue again.”
“Mr. Stone!” Forrest exclaimsas he reaches our table. His shoulder-length hair is pulled into a bun at the back of his head, and his lumbering muscular form wears wine red slacks and a black shirt with the collar undone and the sleeves rolled up. “You haven’t visited us in a while. And you’ve never brought a guest with you.” He holds his hand out for me to shake.
I grip the bear shifter’s hand and offer him a smile. “I’ve been extremely busy but made time tonight to bring Sarina here. We’re only observing, though, to see if this is something she’d be comfortable with eventually.”
My grip around Sarina’s waist relaxes from the fierce hug I’d been giving her before Forrest approached, and my hand rests on her thigh, fingers dangerously close to her pussy. They graze the hem of her lacy underwear with each subtle pass over her skin. I don’t bother lowering the skirt of her dress to cover her.
The thought that Forrest could glance down and see her thrills me, and I detect no hesitation from her. She has a safe word to use if needed, and not once has she hinted she was close to uttering it.
My little rogue is enjoying our act as much as I am.
“You wanted to speak with me?” Forrest asks.
I gesture at the booth for him to join us. “Yes.”
Sarina leans closer to me and fiddles with the end of my tie, eyes downcast, as Forrest takes a seat. Her body relaxes into mine, and for a split second, I tighten my grip around her reassuringly before returning my hand to its position on her thigh. She peers upat me surreptitiously. Beneath her submissive, passive expression is that fire I’ve grown accustomed to, the fire that blazed there as she laid me out on the forest floor when I attempted to spy on her.
“I’m looking for information on someone.” I turn my attention to Forrest while caressing Sarina’s flawless body. “I have reason to believe he came here about an hour ago. His name is Lennox.”
Forrest crosses his arms. “Why are you looking for him?”
“Pack business.” I keep my voice as low as possible.
He nods, and his eyes scan the club’s interior, examining its patrons but never lingering too long on any one spot or guest. “A male came in here earlier this evening. He told me his name was Leonard, but I’m positive he lied about that.”
“You let him in even though he wasn’t a member?” I growl.
My hand curls into a fist on the tabletop, and Sarina smooths hers up my torso to my chest, placing gentle pressure right over my heart. I inhale, taking in her soothing scent before exhaling slowly.
“Apologies,” I say to Forrest. “I don’t wish to go into full detail about what he did, but—”
“He came by this afternoon,” Forrest says, ignoring both my growl and my apology. “I wasn’t here, but he presented himself as a potential investor. He was answering the discreet ad I’d placed in search of someone to aid in the plans I have for the club. Gerald set an appointment with him for me. Had I seen him first, I would have turned him away without a thought, but Gerald doesn’t read people as well as I do.”
“He wanted to become an investor?”
Forrest barks out a dry laugh and shakes his head. “He wanted to use the club as a front.”
I frown, and Sarina freezes, her throat bobbing.
“A front for what?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” Forrest shrugs. “Drugs maybe? I didn’t let him get that far. He started talking about how much money I could make if I worked with his friends, and I kicked him out before he could finish his pitch.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “So, he left?”
“About fifteen minutes after he arrived, yes. He went out through the back exit.”
“Fuck.” I slam my fist on the table. “Another dead end.”
“Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” Forrest stands from our booth and walks away, but then pauses, turning to face us once more. “I had a thought,” he says, leaning his fingertips on the table. “The investment opportunity. Would you be interested?”
I blink at him, surprised. “I—”
“Don’t answer me right now.” He cuts me off with a raised hand. “I know you’re busy with pack business at the moment. But think about it.”
