Seychelle pressed her lips together, going over what he said. She didn’t want him to have to tell his cock to work, and she sure didn’t want to be lumped in with his other women—hundreds, maybe thousands. He’d said that so casually and contemptuously. She didn’t want to be one of that number. She wanted to be . . . his.
“Do you have to go to these parties and runs?”
“Not every time, and we won’t when I don’t have to, but I hold a position in the club that means I’m needed right now. It’s important I go.”
She studied his face. “You protect everyone.”
He didn’t answer her, but she knew. His expression was unreadable. She took a deep breath and guessed again. “And Alena will have to see Pierce there again, won’t she? He’ll most likely be with another woman. Alena’s going to hurt like hell. You’re going to take that on as well. You’re going to take on a lot while you’re there, aren’t you?”
Again, he remained silent, just watching her. Seychelle finished the slice of mango and then took a drink of water. “What would I have to do?”
He rubbed his hand over her scars. Little circles. Massaging her. Soothing her. “I wouldn’t do anything obvious, and I’d take you where no one else could see you—outside club members, who would make certain no one else would come near us.”
Seychelle was already shaking her head, hunching her shoulders. “I don’t know if I could do that, Savage.”
“Seychelle, stop. You’re thinking too much, in your head too much. Just listen to me. First of all, you don’t really give a damn if you’re naked in front of anyone else, as long as I’m with you. You’re gorgeous and you know it. Right? If the other women are naked, you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Say it. Tell the truth.”
“Probably not.”
“You wouldn’t. It makes you hot thinking about it. If you’re with me, and I’m sitting on a fucking picnic table drinking a beer, and I want to see your gorgeous tits and I tell you to take your shirt off, you know you’d do it for me. And if I want to suck on your tit or clamp your nipples, you’d do that too. You wouldn’t give a damn who was around. You would give me whatever I asked.”
She would. She so would. It did make her hot thinking about it. She nodded.
“So we know clamps are okay to bring with us. I can use them, and we make sure we have somewhere dark and to ourselves. Nothing obvious like a flogger or strap, but I can find something to mark you mine. I’ll think of something unique and different, something special you’ll love but that won’t be obvious to anyone. Are you okay changing our rules a little?”
His blue eyes stared straight into hers, refusing to allow her to look away. Refusing to allow her to hide from him. She sighed. She wished she could tell him she didn’t want to change them. A part of her didn’t.
“What is it, baby? We promised each other we’d talk about everything. Talk it through. I didn’t expect to have to change the rules. We made them in good faith. I made you a promise. You have every right to decide that’s a hard no for you. We would have to go back to me makin’ my cock cooperate, which I would hate, but I would do it. That’s me being honest. You have every right to hate it as well, but if you can’t make yourself do this, it’s what we both have to do.”
“I want to get out of here,” Seychelle said. “It’s beautiful, and I appreciate you putting this all together for me, but I want to go to bed. I’ll talk in bed.” She could tell there were things about the run he wasn’t telling her. Club business. Things he had to do that she couldn’t know, but it was going to be important for him that she was there—like the Alena and Pierce thing, but more.
She stood up, water pouring off of her. Savage did as well. He snagged two warm towels from a towel warmer and wrapped her in one before removing two plugs to allow the water to swirl out. Seychelle tried not to allow the towel to brush over her very sensitive nipples as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Savage had provided a brand-new electric toothbrush and water flosser exactly like the ones she had at her house. She used both and dried off gingerly.
“I’ve got lotion that will help your ass and nipples, Seychelle. Once you’re ready, go on into the bedroom and I’ll apply it for you.”
“I can do my nipples.”
Savage raised his eyebrow at her. Seychelle sighed and walked into the bedroom. It was immaculate. He’d cleaned everything. Her clothes, the toys, his strap, all of it was gone. There was water on the end table. He really believed in hydration. She sat carefully on the bed, waiting for him, hands folded for some reason, her heart pounding.