Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(38)

Goddamn, she smelled good.

“Do you watch bisexual porn?” he asked, turning her toward a threesome on one of the red leather sofas. A muscular guy with tats covering a large portion of his upper body was lodged to the hilt in another guy’s ass, while that guy had a woman sitting on his face. Quite frankly, it wasn’t Dylan’s thing—the bisexual part, that was—but it was rather hot to watch.

“No,” Sarah whispered.

Dylan cupped her shoulders and turned her more. “Do you watch lesbian porn?”

She shook her head as Dylan watched two women making out in a chair near the bar, one woman straddling the other, their lips locked together.

“What about gay porn?” Once again, he maneuvered her so she could see the two men no more than ten feet away, one on his knees with the other guy’s dick in his mouth.

“No.”

Dylan noticed she wasn’t looking away.

“BDSM?” he asked, turning her toward one of the glass-enclosed rooms where a rather intense scene was taking place. A mistress had her subs strapped to a spanking bench.

Another head shake.

“So what does your normal porn consist of?” Dylan spun her around to face him.

He was standing directly in front of her now, looking down into those gorgeous blue eyes, and he wanted to kiss her more than he wanted his next fucking breath.

“Okay, fine. I don’t watch porn,” she admitted.

Taking a step closer, he pushed her legs apart, insinuating himself between them as he forced the sexy gold dress higher on her thighs. He trailed his fingers up her arms, admiring the ink that covered her from elbow to shoulder. Cupping her face, he held her still while he locked his eyes with hers. “But this turns you on, doesn’t it?”

A subtle nod was the only answer he received.

“And you don’t want to leave, do you?”

She didn’t answer him.

“It’s okay if you do,” Dylan told her quickly. “I’ll be sure you get home safe and sound. You don’t have to stay if you don’t—”

Sarah surprised him, placing her fingers over his lips. “I don’t want to leave. Not yet, anyway.”

Dylan swallowed hard. “I’m not gonna pretend to know what you want, Sarah. You have to tell me.”

Her eyes never left his. “I want you.”

Her admission shocked the shit out of him, leaving him speechless. Before he could respond to that, the waitress returned with their drinks, and Dylan realized he suddenly needed a minute. Being with Sarah again … regardless of where they were… That sounded like heaven to him.

But he did have one stipulation, one he needed to confess to before they did anything more.

The question was, what was she going to think about that?





chapter NINE

NO DOUBT ABOUT IT, SARAH was way out of her league in this club, but she couldn’t help but be affected by the carnality of it all.

At first, when it had dawned on her what Bill had been expecting by bringing her here, she’d been exasperated. Then again, that was partially her own fault because she didn’t have the same attraction to Bill that he possibly had to her. And she wasn’t interested in sleeping with him. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever. And certainly not here.

But seeing Dylan… Sarah couldn’t help but wonder whether a higher power had allowed this to happen for a reason. When she’d first laid eyes on him, she’d been shocked. He was the last person she’d expected to see tonight, but in the same sense, he’d been her knight in shining armor, saving her from an embarrassing altercation.

Her next thought, once Dylan had saved her from Bill, was that she needed to keep some much-preferred distance between the sexy cowboy and herself. Only she’d remembered what Bill had said.

I can’t leave you alone. You’re my guest. Either you’re with me or you have to leave.

Sarah didn’t want to leave, as stupid or crazy as that sounded. The old Sarah would’ve balked, horrified to be here in the midst of such debauchery. The new-and-improved Sarah was eager to grab life by the balls, so to speak. She wasn’t sure what she thought she could get out of tonight, but she knew that leaving wasn’t her first choice. So, rather than tell Dylan that she would call a cab and go home, she’d been rooted in place, terrified to let this opportunity pass her by.

Although she’d come to a firm decision about staying here with him, it still didn’t explain what he was doing here. What were the chances that he would’ve been at the exact same … sex club?

The chances were highly unlikely, except he was here and so was she.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she turned her attention to him. “Why’re you here?” she asked after the waitress placed their drinks on the table and Dylan once again took a seat beside her.

“I needed to get out,” he offered, his eyes not meeting hers.

“And this is where you spend your time?”

“First time here.”

She got the impression he was telling the truth, although she wasn’t sure why. She felt entirely out of place with all that was going on around her, but Dylan… He seemed to fit in. And the way he’d spoken to her a short while ago … the memory of his words made her insides tingle.

Shrugging off the sexual haze, she asked, “So why tonight?”