Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, page 62
“You’re absolutely fucking right I don’t want to share you right now,” Jed says, flashing that smile I’ve seen in so many magazines. We’re seated beside each other. His eyes on me, and that’s when I see the promise in them. It’s us. We’re going to do this.
“No backing out now, rock star,” I tease.
“I’m not the one who should be worried.” He offers me a cocky wink as we get our drinks and I know I’m in for it. I’ve never been one to back away from a challenge. And Jed is stuck with me because I’ve waited far too long to ever walk away from him.
“I can never worry when I’m with you.”
“Good girl,” he winks, clinking his glass with mine.
Smiling, I bask in this new journey I’m about to embark on and excitement spills from me in that moment when I realize, I finally got the guy.
The End
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DANI RENE is an international bestselling author and proud member of the Romance Writer's Organization of South Africa (ROSA) and the Romance Writers of America (RWA). She is a fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. It's from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious.
Celebrity Roulette Conclusion
Livia Grant & Jennifer Bene
Unfortunately… the night has to end, but keep reading to find out what happens when Celebrity Roulette is over!
Jaxson stepped out of the men’s locker room just in time to see Mark, one of their temp dungeon monitors, plowing what looked like one of the part-time waitstaff they’d brought in for the event. At least, he thought it was one of the servers based solely on the scraps of uniform Jaxson could see from his particular angle. Mark had the fit server bent in half — head down, ass high — over the back of one of the cushioned chairs. Even in the dim lighting Jax could see the white knuckles of Mark’s grip on her naked hips as he ruthlessly slammed his cock into her so hard and fast that the chair supporting them was starting to scoot across the dungeon floor.
Christ, his own cock felt strangled in his too-tight slacks. As if watching the debauched scenes of the roulette couples all night hadn’t been torturous enough already, catching this impromptu live porn show had him sorely tempted to unzip his pants and stroke one off on the spot.
“There you are, Jaxson. We just finished a sweep of the club and found a few couples hadn’t quite… well… finished celebrating Valentine’s Day yet. Remind me to have Nalani and the crew wipe down the sauna extra good. Bellington and his sub are still in there wrapping up.” Elijah grinned as he started into his report before he realized Jaxson’s attention was on something else behind him.
Elijah turned in time for the two men to witness the grand finale happening just a dozen feet away. The high pitch scream of the coming woman was drown out by the shout Mark released as he finished pistoning, finally slumping over the bare back of the well-fucked woman now recovering under him.
Elijah chuckled. “Poor Mark. I think we’re all anxious to finish up so we can go take our sexual frustrations out on a willing sub, but he had it especially bad tonight.”
“How’s that?” Jaxson asked, reaching down to reposition his hard-on in his slacks in an attempt to relieve the building pressure.
“I had him stationed in the Red Light District. It was busy back there tonight, what with Adam Butler and his partner on their marathon sex and punishment scene and the glory holes in near constant use. Mark was literally inches away from the action for three hours straight. He already told me an hour ago when I stopped in to check on him that he planned on fucking the first person who said yes after the game ended and he was off duty.”
Jaxson chuckled. “Looks like it didn’t take him long.”
“I didn’t think it would, but that reminds me. I really need Nalani and her crew to use extra care when cleaning the small room back in that hallway. There’s a ton of body fluid spray on the floor and walls and we’re gonna need a better way to ventilate back there. Mark’s gonna have to fumigate the clothes he’s wearing to get the sex smell out. Good thing he’s single. No woman would believe he hadn’t cheated on her coming home smelling like he does.”
Now that the show was over, Jaxson turned his attention back to his Dungeon Master. Having helped to bandage Nolan Boeing’s bleeding knuckles earlier, Elijah nodded in the direction of the nearby men’s room. “How’s Nolan holding up?”
Jaxson answered truthfully, “Better than I’d be under the circumstances. The bleeding stopped, but I’m pretty sure his bruised ego’s gonna take longer to heal.”
Elijah shook his head. “Yeah, well I can’t say I’m surprised how things turned out. Piper Kole is one icy bitch.”
Jaxson turned his gaze on Elijah. “Careful. Any male Dom who acted as dominant would be considered a strong Dom. I don’t want us treating her any differently just because she’s a woman.”
“I resent that. I never treat the Dommes any differently. I’d call Egan, Ronan, or Trenton a bastard too if they’d left their submissives tied down and just walked out on them at the end of the night. It wasn’t cool.”
Jaxson sighed. “Yeah, well, on that we can agree.”
A flurry of end-of-the-night activities were going on all around them as the house lights started to brighten and the pounding music suddenly came to a stop. Someone had obviously made it back to the club office’s control room.
Jaxson was anxious to get the hell out of there — not only because they had the house all to themselves that night, but more importantly, watching dozens of couples in kinky scenes all night had his cock at permanent full-staff. He needed to stick it into one of his lover’s holes — the sooner the better.
“Listen, we have a few things to debrief on. I left Chase and Emma in the theater with Madison. Let’s head back there. Miguel will be joining us after doing rounds.”
As the men headed through the velvet curtain, he picked up on the thumping beat of the music still banging away at Runway directly above them. They’d purposefully kept the dance club open an hour later to help stagger the departures of their many guests on the property.
They met Madison, Emma, and Chase coming out of the theater. The mischievous grin on his husband’s face turned Jaxson’s already hard cock to rock. Christ, they needed to get the hell out of there.
“We were just heading to the bar for a nightcap since we know you can’t leave yet,” Chase explained.
If it were up to him, they’d already be naked in their bedroom. Glancing at the whir of activity still going on around them, he knew Chase was right. They couldn’t leave… yet.
“Fine, but let’s make it quick. I have plans for you two,” Jaxson warned.
Emma slid next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as they headed to a table. “I hope those plans include me pumping. My dress is getting wet from my leaks.”
Chase reached around their wife from the back, squeezing her full breasts suggestively. “Oh, there will be a lot of pumping going on,” he teased suggestively.
Damn straight.
Jaxson knew Emma wouldn’t be able to really relax though unless she knew her babies were doing well without them for the night. “Did you call to check in on the twins?” he asked as they picked their seat.
“Yep. Alicia was fussy earlier, but they were both asleep a few minutes ago when I talked to the nanny.”
Jaxson was relieved. “Good. Then you have no excuses for being distracted tonight when we get you naked and on your knees,” he teased.
Ignoring the sexual undertow of the room, Madison plunked down into one of the chairs with a huff. “Like, my feet are killing me. I should have broken in these boots before I had to stand in them for hours. I wish I’d brought a change of clothes down with me,” she complained.
They all fell into chairs, Emma snuggling into Chase’s lap looking like she was fading fast. It spurred Jax to speed things along.
“So, talk to me. How much did we clear tonight?”
Elijah sat next to him as he answered. “Too early for final numbers, but the food and beverage total alone was fantastic. Without the drink limit for most of the people in attendance, booze sales skyrocketed.”
Madison jumped in. “I’ll do another count tomorrow when I’ve got my laptop, but we need to boost the amount from the couples auction by about twenty-five grand since technically we sold Chef Ronan twice.”
“Yeah, but we can’t charge Stephanie for Carlos Ferrara since they spent the night in the emergency room. Has anyone heard how she’s doing?” Elijah asked.
“The guy I sent with them to the hospital called twenty minutes ago. They released her. It was just a sprain with some heavy bruising. No broken bones,” Miguel, their head of security, answered from behind Jaxson. He’d snuck in at some point.
Jaxson took a swig of the beer the bartender had put in front of him before adding, “We dodged a bullet there. I hope they throw the book at the lady crazy enough to try that stunt.”
“Well, unless we want to make a big stink about it, I’m pretty sure the Beverly Hills Police will cut her loose if they haven’t already. I mean, sure, we have witnesses, but who’s gonna want to testify against her?”
“Any of our employees who witnessed it, that’s who. And I’m pretty sure Carlos Ferrara is pissed enough to testify. Don’t let them drop this. I want to make an example out of her,” Jaxson instructed.
“Got it, boss. I’ll call the chief of police and bug him for a change.”
That wasn’t the only security concern Jaxson wanted answers on. “How the hell did a recording device make it to the main floor of the club. After last year’s debacle in D.C., we spent a goddamn fortune on detection gear. Do you have any idea how lucky we are that Lincoln Porter is a trained bodyguard and knew that water bottle was a camera? Scarlett A would have sued us in a hot second if those images of her naked at a BDSM club hit the Internet, and rightly so.”
Miguel moved across from Jaxson, making the look of regret on the head of security’s face easy to spot. “I’m so damn sorry, Jax. I pulled the security cameras from when the asshole arrived. The sensors caught the device, and my guys searched him, but when they just found the water bottle and sex toys in his duffle bag, they passed him through.”
“Well screw that. Effective immediately, we’re gonna be like the fucking TSA. No outside food or drinks allowed past security. I pay you a shit-ton of money and I need you to keep up on the newest gadgets on the market if we’re going to stay one step ahead of these assholes. It’s inevitable. Black Light’s success is putting us at risk. Enough people know about the club that eventually reporters are gonna come at us with everything they’ve got to be the first one to get images of our members in compromising positions.”
“Got, it boss. We’ll double down to make sure it never happens again,” Miguel offered sincerely.
Jaxson hated to tell him, but keeping Black Light both successful and secret were competing goals. The more popular the club became, the harder Miguel’s job would get.
“Give Connor Lambert a call. The fucker who snuck the camera in signed an NDA. I want to make his life a living hell for not taking that seriously.”
“Yeah, well, he was talking about pressing charges against Lincoln for punching him,” Miguel added with a sour look on his face.
“Let Connor deal with that too. That’s why he’s on retainer.”
Jaxson’s iPhone appeared in front of his face just as Miguel’s gaze raised to behind Jaxson.
“Thanks for the use of your phone. I texted myself that contact info.” Nolan Boeing’s voice was shaky as he dropped the phone on the table in front of Jaxson.
“Sit down. I’ll buy you a drink. I think you deserve one,” he offered.
“Naw. I want to get home and put some ice on… never mind. Oh, and Jonah Carter’s called like three times while I was getting dressed. You might want to call him back.”
Nolan hadn’t even finished his sentence when the phone started ringing again. Cash Carter’s face filled the screen. The injured Dom didn’t stick around, heading towards the door as Jaxson answered with a gruff, “Yeah. Now what?”
“Fuck you, man. I’m doing you a favor tonight, remember?” Cash groused.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re an entertainer who loves being in the spotlight. And you’re a sadist who got to watch people get punished and fucked all night. I’m having trouble feeling too sorry for you.”
His friend’s good-natured chuckle at the other end of the phone told him Cash wasn’t really angry.
Jaxson pressed him further. “It’s after two there. I thought you’d be upstairs pounding out your sexual frustrations on that wife of yours by now.”
“That’s why I’m calling.”
“You have a daughter. I’m pretty sure you know how it works by now. Peg A in slot B.”
“Fuck you. I thought you’d want to know someone pulled a damn fire alarm in Runway after the club closed. We all had to evacuate the premises. It was not convenient. Sami and I were just getting comfortable for the night, if you get my drift.”
“Who the hell did that? Was there really a fire?” Jaxson raised his voice, alarmed.
“Nope. Security cameras caught some drunk punk pulling the one right outside the Men’s room. Blake turned the footage over to the police, but the asshole was long gone by the time we had his picture.”
Chase was waving at Jax, trying to get him to share the details. He held his finger up, letting his husband know he’d fill him in later.
“So are you back in the building now?”
“Yep. I was stupid enough to leave without my phone when we had to evacuate. I just got back upstairs to my phone. I know I could have used Maxine’s or Spencer’s since they were both outside with us, but they were busy making sure everyone was accounted for and had enough coats and blankets since it was cold as fuck out. I told them I’d let you know and they said they’d call you later with a full report.”
“All right, thanks for calling man. Tell Sami I’m sorry your fun got interrupted. Hopefully you can pick up where you left off.”
“No such luck. Since we left Natasha with the nanny for the night, she promptly fell into bed and asleep the second we got back up to your loft. I’m gonna have to either stroke one off in the shower or go to bed with blue balls.”
“And how is that different from any other night?” Jaxson added. The men had discussed the hardships of fatherhood many times.
“Tonight was supposed to be our night without the kid!” Cash complained.
“Same here. In fact, this call is cutting into my time with my subs,” Jaxson teased, glancing to his right. “Emma is falling asleep right now. I need to go. Later.”
He hung up on his friend, pressing the group around him to wrap things up. “What else? I want to get out of here.”
Madison piped in, “The silent auction.”
“What about it?”
“It was, like, a huge success. We made almost seventy-five grand more just selling BDSM gear and furniture. It’s given me lots of ideas for how we can do something like it up at Runway.”
“Fine. We can talk about it later,” Jaxson urged. He didn’t want to deal with anything but the most important things tonight.
Elijah spoke up next. “What the hell happened in the theater about an hour before the event ended? I heard a lot of chatter on the radio, but I was stuck in the back hall and couldn’t make it up front.”
All eyes turned to Madison who was turning a nice shade of pink.
“What?” she asked defensively.
Chase teased her. “You know what. Lincoln wasn’t the only one throwing punches tonight. How does it feel knowing you had two guys fighting over you?”
“They weren’t fighting over me.” She paused before adding, “Okay, maybe they were fighting over me, but since I’m sitting here all alone, clearly neither of them won me.”
Jaxson saw the crease of disappointment on her forehead. He’d missed the excitement, but Chase was more than happy to regale them all with the story.
“At first I thought you were friends with the guy who came up on the stage with you, but when he started pawing you and pulling you into a kiss and I saw you were trying to push him away… man, I was pissed. I stood up to head to the stage, but BAM! McLean jumped up there and had him pinned against the wall in two seconds flat.”
Jaxson chuckled. “Trevor is a big guy. I’d have loved to see him scaring the shit out of the guy. Anyone know who he was?”
“He was a friend of Carlos Ferrara. He got stuck here when Carlos left for the hospital. Seems he spent too much time at the bar.”
“Well, I’m glad McLean had our backs protecting Madison, but she shouldn’t have been in danger in the first place.”
“I wasn’t in danger. I can handle myself.” A sadness came over the MC’s face as she added, “I have to since I’m on my own.”
“Like hell you are,” a deep voice boomed from the entrance.
Jaxson didn’t need to turn to see who had arrived. If he hadn’t already recognized Trevor McLean’s voice, the surprised joy lighting up Madison’s face would have told him who had joined them.
“I thought you left,” Madison retorted.
The burly bodyguard to Khloe Monroe was already next to Madison’s chair when he answered her. “I did. I took Ryder and Khloe home and came back.”
“Why’d you do that? You forget something?” Madison asked, a smile creeping over her lips.
He towered over her seated at the table, and they were trapped in a staring contest for a few long seconds before Trevor answered. “Yes. I forgot that I have the next thirty-six hours off and I’m not in the mood to spend them alone. So, if it’s okay with you, I’d like us to get the hell out of here.”
Madison’s face broke into a broad grin, yet she still teased him. “I’m not sure. I’m still working.”
