I rose on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. His mouth didn’t move and open for mine, but he didn’t reject me either. My hands cupped his neck and used his frame for balance. When his lips were still unresponsive, I knew his anger couldn’t be swayed with a simple kiss.
I pulled away, feeling defeated.
He suddenly grabbed me again and crushed his mouth to mine, his aggression skyrocketing from a standstill. The kiss was full of passion and anger, a mix of two emotions we’d felt before.
He abruptly pulled away as if he didn’t trust our bodies when our lips were connected like that. “We’ll go to Ruin and talk to Jackson.” He walked around me and opened the back door.
“We really don’t have to, Calloway…” I’d overstepped a boundary, and I knew it.
“Maybe you can talk more sense into him than I can.” He extended his hand and waited for me to take it.
I eyed the hand that had touched me countless times. It had brought me joy and exquisite pleasure. I took it and felt the warmth encompass my palm immediately. “It wouldn’t hurt, right?”
He kissed the top of my hand before he guided me inside. “No. It wouldn’t.”
Since it was earlier in the day, there weren’t nearly as many people there. Women were still dressed in black leather with chains around their necks, but there were also a lot of women who looked ordinary. They weren’t being bossed around like inferiors.
Calloway kept his arm tight around my waist as he guided me upstairs and to the back where the office was located. I’d been there once before, and everything looked exactly the same. The place was still black with lights that emitted a dull blue color.
He grabbed the handle and was about to walk inside when he realized his mistake. He raised his hand to the door, and after a breath, he knocked. “Jackson, it’s Cal.” He placed one hand in his pocket as he waited for a response.
“It’s open,” Jackson called.
We called inside to an interesting sight. Two women dressed in lingerie were making out on the couch, so absorbed in one another that they didn’t even notice Calloway and me walk inside. Their tongues danced together as their hands explored one another.
I didn’t know what my reaction should be. I’d never seen a sight like that before.
Jackson was behind his desk with his feet on the surface. He wore an intense expression just the way his older brother did when he looked at me. “What’s up, bro? You’re here early.” His eyes never left the women on the couch.
Calloway didn’t look at them, either out of respect for me or because he wasn’t interested. “Can we talk for a moment?”
“What are we doing now?” Jackson asked like a smartass.
Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
Calloway hid his annoyance. “Rome would like your attention—and you better give it to her.” The threat was unmistakable even though he didn’t raise his voice.
“Rome, huh?” He finally met his brother’s look with a smirk. “I have time for her.” He snapped his fingers to capture the attention of the women. “Ladies, let’s pick this up later. I’ll meet you in playroom number five.”
The girls broke apart from each other and walked out with their hands held together.
When they were gone, Jackson turned his attention back to me. “I’ve never done a threesome with my brother—but I’m open to it.”
“Jackson.” Calloway only had to say his name to get his point across.
Jackson liked to push the envelope, but he would only push it so far. Like a bratty child with a parent, he knew the boundaries. He didn’t roll his eyes, but it was clear he wanted to. “What can I do for you, Rome?”
Calloway adjusted the chair for me and waited for me to sit.
I took a seat and watched Calloway move to the chair beside me.
Jackson smiled like he observed something interesting. “I’m a busy man, Rome. As you can see from my two friends…”
I wondered if Calloway had done the same sorts of things. I’d never considered it before. Before I came along, he probably participated in things more serious than just a Dom/sub relationship. He’d probably been with two women at once, maybe more. He’d probably had a lavish sex life that I couldn’t fathom. I’d spent my life as a virgin until the right man came along.
Since I’d lost my train of thought, Calloway started the conversation. “We’ve been visiting Mom a lot lately.”
The mention of their mother immediately changed Jackson’s attitude. He was no longer the playful playboy. “Is she okay?”
“A few months ago, she kinda remembered Rome,” Calloway explained. “She couldn’t necessarily remember her name, but she did recognize her face. I talked to her doctor about it, and he encouraged us to see her every day to see if her condition would approve.”