"Atlas, it was a fucking mistake," I hear Dean yelling behind me, but I don't stop Ash. "Atlas, you will regret this! I promise."
I stop, and Rhys tells me to keep walking out of the room, but I don't. I turn to face Dean with a smile.
“If you dare to come after me, only one thing will happen: I will kill you.” Without another word, I turn to leave.
Men that beat women shouldn't be allowed to walk the streets; they should be behind bars. Only a coward beats a woman. I won't let a woman beater into my club, I won’t even hear their reasoning, because it’ll only be bullshit.
I walk to the lounge and tell Milo to pour me a drink.
"Are we going to talk about what we’re all thinking?” Aiden gives Milo a nod, letting him know to get him a drink, too.
“Which is?” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“You and Brooklyn; what’s happening?”
“None of your business, that’s what’s happening.”
“Seriously?” Rhys joins the conversation.
"There’s nothing to say; I showed her the house, I told her this half is a hotel. She did something she shouldn't, so I fixed it," I tell them. This is why I never had friends when I was younger; they're nosey fuckers.
"You fixed it, or you fixed it?" Aiden puts a punch in the last words.
I have to press my lips together not to laugh. We know each other; we know a good seventy percent of what each of us likes. There are things that I don't tell them about, and they don't tell me; but we all know that we all like to spank. We all have different reasons; I don't know their reasons any more than they know mine.
"I didn't fuck her. Let's leave it at that," I tell them, as I grab my whiskey and take a sip of it. I give a nod to some of the guests that have entered the lounge.
"You okay if I skip out this weekend?" Rhys asks. I raise my eyebrows at him, and so does Aiden; we want to know where he is going.
"I need to find a girl to fuck, and one that hasn't fucked our guests," he tells us. We both start laughing, and all I can hear is Rhys telling us to shut up.
They both fuck our girls, I know that; who else are they meant to fuck when they never leave this place? I know they need to get out more.
"Sure," I reply through laughter. "You want to go, too?" I ask Aiden.
“No, I’m good.” He tells me.
He's never admitted it, but I know he likes to have fun with both sexes; it's none of my business, but I do wonder where he’s getting it from. We're men, not having sex gets hard after a while, when you’ve had it so much, before. I mean, even when I used to watch our girls I gave myself a hand job.
We're men that need to get our sexual frustrations out, or we become miserable fuckers.
"Rhys, are you doing interviews later? Why don't you show the newbie how it is here; you will have someone for a week, who no one has touched," Aiden tells him, and I'm surprised that Rhys didn't think of that, himself.
Rhys looks at me with a smile, and I nod to let him know I don't care if that's what he wants to do.
"Well, someone is happier this afternoon," I look behind me at Beth walking over to join us. She looks between us, and I look away from her before she can mother me. "Brooklyn has asked if she can come to look over at the hotel," Beth says, but it’s more like a question. She knows I would have told Brooklyn that this was anything but the truth, and she knows I would have told her that she should only ask me questions; no one else.
"No, and I will tell her that she should only ask questions of me," I reply, not looking at her.
There is no way that I'm telling her what happens over here. It could scare her so much she’d want to leave.
I make my way over to the corner and take a seat, as the guys follow. I'm not in the mood to be talking to anyone about Brooklyn; my head is hurting from exhaustion. I need to sleep, but I can’t. The doctor gave me sleeping pills but they’re a waste of time. They don’t help me sleep; the only thing they do is make my nights worse.
Now that I know she's only had sex with one other person, I’m wondering if I should have been a lot softer with her. I'm taking her to the dark side, and I won't let her out once I get her there.
I begin to make a mental list of all the things I’d like to do to her: I want to cuff her hands above her head, and admire her body, as she’s restrained; I want to run an ice cube down her body, and see how much she shivers; I want to use the clamps on her nipples, to see how much she can take; and I want to put her on the titling bed and see how she copes with being upside down as I run my fingers over as much of her as I can get to. I feel my cock twitch in my pants at the thought of making Brooklyn wet; after all, it does have a mind of its own.
There are so many different positions I would love to be buried inside her: I want to butter churn her; do the flat iron use Aquaman’s Delight; and I know I’d be able to do all the things I want with her ass if we did the seated wheelbarrow, but I have to get the all-clear from the doctor before I can try any of these. I don't know if her heart, Lucy’s heart, will take some of the things I have planned for her. When the heart, Lucy’s heart, was in its rightful owner, we did all these things and more. Lucy relished every chance she got to try new things with me, and I loved doing each one with her. We grew closer with every passing heartbeat, loved each other more; our hearts spoke to each other in their own language, a language of feelings rather than words. We knew what was okay and what was working, and what we didn’t want to try again. Now, in Brooklyn’s body, I don’t know if Lucy’s heart can take everything it loved doing before.
I leave the three of them in the lounge as I make my way up to Brooklyn's room. Quietly opening the door, I hear a moan and I dart my eyes over to the bed. I don't know whether I'm pissed off as I watch Brooklyn moving her fingers inside her panties. I lean on the door frame for a moment as I watch her reacting to her pleasuring herself, she creases her eyes shut, making creases in her skin. it's a sight I know I'm going to think about before I go to sleep tonight.
I walk over to her at a slow pace taking in how she is moving her body, listening to her moan. As I reach the side of the bed, I move my finger up her leg and she jumps at my touch; moving her eyes to mine, she stares at me.
"Why have we stopped?" I ask, as I move my hand further up her leg, Brooklyn widens her eyes as she shivers. “Continue, but you stop the moment you are ready to come; all your orgasms belong to me, now.” I lick my lips as I wait for Brooklyn to begin moving her fingers again.
“I...I -”
"Don't make me wait, little Phoenix," I tell her, and as I move my fingers closer to her thigh, she moans quietly as she begins moving her hand. "Before I came in, what were you thinking about?" I ask.
If she can tell me that she wants me, then I won't feel like I'm pushing her.
"You," the word comes out in a moan.
I move my hand past her pussy, taking part of her dress up so I can see her perfect breasts, and fuck, Brooklyn’s nipples are hard, and I need to suck on them.
I move closer to her and begin to tease her right nipple with my tongue; the moment it hardens, I can’t help myself but to bite it, and as I do, she gasps and arches her back a little. I release my teeth from her nipple and begin to suck on it, instead, to soothe the pain. I can hear Brooklyn moaning, and I know it’s worked. As I finish giving her nipple a suck, I clench down and bite it again, making Brooklyn moan real loud. It’s fucking music to me, right now.