Thrill Me (One Night with Sole Regret 9)

at each other awkwardly.

“Something strong,” M said, a hint of humor in her tone.

“Have you been to one of these places before?” Caitlyn asked.

“This is my third time,” she said.

“Second time for me,” Caitlyn said.

“I haven’t done much more than watch,” M said.

Caitlyn couldn’t claim the same. She sipped her wine, intrigued by the woman in the pink hood. “Why’s that?”

“I’m curious, but, uh”—she glanced across the room—“afraid to explore my fantasies. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask for a red hood.”

“So you’re attracted to both men and women?” Caitlyn asked.

“I’m attracted to men, curious about women.”

“Me too!” Caitlyn said and then laughed at how totally unprovocative that sounded. Like they were choosing paint colors or something.

“Does your guy just want to watch?” M asked.

“I want him to make love to me while we are, erm, curious with each other.”

She glanced at Owen and found him smiling into his glass, completely content to allow Caitlyn to hash out plans with M.

“So I’ll get to watch you two together and participate with just you?” M asked.

“You can say no, M, but those are my terms.”

“Yes,” M said.

Caitlyn’s pussy gave an unexpected throb, and she turned to Owen. “Are you okay with this?”

He took her hand and slid it over the rock-hard cock in his boxers. “What do you think?”

“You feel okay with it, but you have to say it.”

“Yes, I’m more than okay with it,” Owen said. “I’ll go see if they have a room ready.”

“He’s cute,” M said as they watched him walk toward a reception counter near the hall that led to the back rooms.

“And sweet,” Caitlyn said, knowing she was grinning like an imbecile but unable to help it. “And sexy.”

“I sure wouldn’t bring him to a place like this if he were mine.” M took a swallow of her drink and choked. “I didn’t realize vodka came in ten thousand proof.”

“Why wouldn’t you bring him here? I trust him.”

“Maybe,” she said, “but do you trust me?”

Caitlyn studied the pretty young woman who was watching Owen like a hawk who’d spotted a tasty young rabbit.

“I don’t know you.”

“Exactly.”

Caitlyn slipped from her chair and hurried after Owen. “Let’s just go,” she said when she caught up to him.

“There’s less than a twenty-minute wait,” he said. “They’re cleaning a room now.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this. Not with a stranger.”

“I was a stranger when we hooked up the first time.”

“But you’re not a stranger anymore.”

“Did M say something that set off alarm bells?”

Caitlyn tugged on his arm. “Please, can we just go?”

“I know her, okay? She’s cool. I promise.”

Caitlyn quit pulling on his arm to glower at him. “You know her?”

“Not outside the club; she’s a regular. She likes to pretend she’s innocent. It’s how she gets her kicks.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “So you were playing me for a fool.”

Owen shook his head. “Of course not. I was just trying to get you what you want.”

“I want to leave,” she said.

“You don’t want to fulfill your threesome fantasy?”

“I do,” she said, tracing the line between his gorgeous pecs as she tried to sort through her thoughts and feelings.

“So you want to leave because you don’t like M? You’re not attracted to her?”

“It’s not that. I don’t like the way she was looking at you.”

Owen smiled. “I can handle myself. She’s not a threat to either of us. It’s just casual sex.”

Which was what Caitlyn wanted—she thought. So why was she so jumpy and looking for any excuse to call this off?

“If you really want to leave—”

“I’m not sure.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” M said from behind Caitlyn.

Caitlyn spun around and felt incredibly exposed as M looked at her the same way she’d looked at Owen a few moments ago.

“Let’s start over,” M said, leaning in close to Caitlyn’s ear. “I want to be your fantasy, but just for tonight. I can pretend I don’t know what I’m doing if that turns you on, or I can show you what it’s like to be pleasured by a woman who knows her way around a pussy.”

“M,” Owen said, “you aren’t helping.”

But she was, actually. Because if M was onboard with fulfilling Caitlyn’s fantasies and nothing more, then Caitlyn was sure she could give this a try, but if M was interested in Owen or even pursuing Caitlyn beyond one encounter, she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Caitlyn decided this was more her hang-up than M’s or Owen’s. She was the one who couldn’t fuck a guy in a sex club without taking him home. M and Owen had managed to avoid personal connections with past sexual partners—why did she worry this would be different?

“The room is ready,” the attendant said. “Did you still want it, or should I page the next guests?”

“We want it,” Owen said. And taking Caitlyn’s hand, he led her down the corridor with M following close behind.

Chapter Nine

As soon as the door shut, Caitlyn found herself in Owen’s arms. He kissed her deeply, stealing her reservations and igniting her body. The fingers that unhooked her bra weren’t his; his hands were holding her waist. The hands that slipped her bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the garment free weren’t his either. Caitlyn kissed him more desperately and reminded herself that this had been her idea, not his or M’s. She’d wanted this. Or she thought she had.

She shuddered as M’s hands covered her breasts and teased her nipples into hard points.

“You’re gorgeous, love,” M said, “but you never told me if you wanted me to play the saint or the sinner.”

Caitlyn pulled away from Owen’s kiss and stared up into his eyes. “I’m going to play the sinner,” she said and turned to face M.

M gasped when Caitlyn wrapped an arm around the back of her neck and pulled their mouths together for a deep kiss. Caitlyn allowed herself to get lost in the moment. No more thinking. No more worrying about the outcome. She focused on the present and how exciting it felt to be kissing a woman—who had a thrilling tongue technique as she returned Caitlyn’s kisses—while Owen rubbed his hardened cock against her ass.

Caitlyn made short work of M’s bra as she slowly backed her toward the small sterile-looking bed. There was no romance at all in this place, Caitlyn thought as the back of M’s legs bumped the mattress and she lowered to the bed, pulling Caitlyn with her. Caitlyn caught herself with her hands, breaking the kiss. She held M’s gaze for a moment—a stranger behind a mask—and wondered if she was actually going to do this. Before Owen, she’d never fucked anyone besides Charles. And now here she was, standing at the end of a bed between M’s legs, mouth watering with anticipation over exploring the taste of another woman. Caitlyn lowered her head to suck one of M’s pink nipples—smaller than her own and exotic somehow—while she eased M’s panties down her thighs. Once the tiny garment was tossed aside, M opened her thighs without a shred of inhibition or shyness. Her pretty folds were flushed with excitement and shiny with wetness.