Until You're Mine (23 page)

My God, there is nothing hotter than a man in love.

“This is the best steakhouse in town. When you come to a steakhouse, you order the fuckin’ steak. Now, where were we?” His sneaky hand found the bare skin beneath my dress. I clenched my thighs, trapping it in place. Archer pulled his lips from my neck. “Open,”

My eyes darted around the room. No one was paying attention to us whatsoever. But his roaming hands made me nervous and excited, and that was not a very good combination, considering my current state. Per Johnathan, Archer’s strict no underwear policy would not be overlooked tonight. I’d almost worn them anyway after the stunt he pulled in the limo today, but my inner slut said screw it.

I never thought he would try to feel me up in a public. What the hell was I thinking? “Archer, please,”

His strong hand pried my legs apart. My weak attempt to stop his intention only served to amuse him. Determined fingers slid between the wet flesh of my pussy and I thought I would come right there at the damn table. “This…
is mine
. I thought we had an understanding.” He tilted his head to the side, cocking that damn brow.

“We’re in public.” I reminded him, my body flooding with warmth.

“Your drinks sir,” The waiter announced and my face burned with shame.

Archer nodded. “Leave ‘em,” Careful to keep his hands still and out of view until the waiter was gone.

His fingers rubbed back and forth, applying just enough pressure to drive me to the edge, only to bring me back down. It was hard not to grind myself against his hand. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight. Gotta keep this nice and wet so you’ll be ready,” He leaned in and kissed the side of my neck before he withdrew his hand from between my legs, straightening in place. He calmly smoothed down the lapels of his coat just before he threw back the first shot of whisky.

“Fireball?”

“Gotta fight fire with fire baby. You in that dress and no panties,” He threw back the second shot then handed me my drink. “Gonna be a long fuckin’ night.”

Throughout dinner, I watched him relax more and more while I grew more anxious. Millions of thoughts raced through my head, tightening the knot in my stomach. Clasping my hand, he kissed the inside of my wrist and shifted in his seat to face me. “What you see here tonight is completely confidential and cannot be discussed with anyone else ever, except me. All patrons are required to sign a non-disclosure agreement, but I trust you.” He kissed my wrist again. I blinked, my heart sinking with the weight of his words.

A non-disclosure agreement?

What the hell was I about to see? I could only nod, swallowing the fear of the unknown. He slid me a reassuring smile before Parker opened the door, holding out his hand for me to follow. Standing on the sidewalk, I took a quick look around. We were close enough that I could see the lights of the strip illuminating the desert sky. However, aside from a few street lamps…the street was dark and empty. “Where are we?”

“See that door?” He pulled me forward.

Surrounded by carved sandstone, the grand arched door had black iron vines twisted around the edges of red painted wood. Large black rings being held in a dragon’s mouth hung dead center of each door. Carved in black script in the arched stone above…

The Red Door

The low hanging chandelier out front made it look inviting, but the imposing men wearing Wayfarers and
Men in Black
suits made it look intimidating as hell. “Kinda hard to miss,” I looked around the street again.

“Evening, Mr. Brooks.” Each man greeted as they stepped aside allowing the doors to open all on their own. Archer’s hand tightened around mine, the doors swinging closed behind us.

Sconces of artificial flames licked the wall’s dark hallway. “What is this place?”

“This…was my first love.” Two doors swung open at the end of the hall and music flooded the vacant space around us. I could see the tension on his face and feel it dampening my palm. Whatever this was, he was nervous. Afraid it would upset me, or worse, I would walk away. Stopping at the door, he shook hands with a man who was dressed like the men out front.  I released his hand and walked further inside. Justin Timberlake’s seductive voice lured me in, singing of animalistic behavior and carnal desires while men in designer suits grinded against women dressed in satin and lace. The energy was palpable. Radiating in my lower belly and vibrating outward to every nerve in my body. The satellite dancers only added to the intensity. Offering visual pleasure via bondage inspired vintage lingerie, all donning arm gloves and classic Hollywood hairstyles. The way they danced, and the way everyone was dressed was…

Sex.

That was the only thing I could think about. Strong arms wrapped around my waist. “Well?”

I placed my hands over his, still in awe of everything. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I love it.”

His chest deflated beneath my back. “That’s because it’s one of kind. Like you.”

Tilting my head, I smiled up at him. “You know I could get used to all these sweet little things you say.”

He pulled a soft kiss from my bottom lip then bit it. “Don’t. My mouth still wants to say and do filthy and depraved things to you right now.”

He laced his fingers with mine and led me toward the back. Archer nodded to people in passing, never breaking his purposeful stride. The place was packed. It was hard to see anything else before we came to a stop near an alcove where we stepped inside a hidden elevator.

“There’re four levels,” Archer punched in a four digit code. “That was the base level where the live entertainment is. There’s also a small restaurant and roped off VIP area.”

“Where are we going?”

“There are 13 private rooms we offer for those customers who prefer to remain a little more- low key,”  The pad of his thumb brushed across my knuckles sending a shock wave between my thighs. “Is that where we’re going?”

“Yep, lucky number 13. Top floor baby,” His lips met the top of my hand. “The best,”

The elevator opened up into the room and I clutched my chest with a gasp. Dozens of smoldering candelabras softened the sharp angles of the room, igniting the sensual air around us. A bucket of champagne and an overflowing tray of fruit sat in the center of a table surrounded by a black lavish sectional. Heaps upon heaps of extravagant throw pillows decorated every plush surface, offering comfort and class. Walking to the window, I could see everything down below including a burlesque style stage swathed in rich red draperies and black silk.

Archer stepped up next to me, hands shoved deep inside his pockets. His jaw clenched around the peppermint he’d popped moments ago. “What’s the stage for?”

“Only the hottest damn show in Vegas sweet pea!” The excitement in her vivacious voice had butterflies dancing in my belly. “So this her?” The tops of her full breasts sat high courtesy of her cinched black corset and her leather pants hugged her like a second skin.  

“Yep,” Archer answered, rocking back on his heels with pride.

Gripping my hand, she pulled me down for a hug. I had to stoop down to wrap my arms around the waist of the tiny woman, her arms circling my neck as she squeezed me close.

“Please take care of him.” She whispered the plea before releasing me.

Extending her hand, she gave me a genuine smile. “The name’s Sugar honey, but my girls call me Shug.”

“Sugar is one of my managers. She puts on the shows here and makes sure this place runs the way it’s supposed to.”

“No, that’s my job.” The deep voice corrected.

Sugar fixed her hands on her corseted hips, never taking her eyes off me. “Sure, when he’s not balls deep in a bottle of whisky.” she gritted from the corner of her mouth.

Archer’s furrowed brow indicated that this was news to him.

Sugar shifted on her booted high heeled feet to face the handsome man behind her, crossing her arms.

“Jesus Christ, son you told me she was beautiful…you didn’t tell me she was breathtaking.”

Archer wrapped his strong arm around the back of my waist, pulling me closer. “Nate, this is my girl, Katy.” That was the first time he’d ever introduced me as Katy. The name sounded foreign on his tongue, and it was in that moment that I cherished the fact he was selfish with my real name.

His.

Nate reached for my right hand, cupping it with both of his.  “You’re lovely my dear. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,”

“You too,” I blushed.

His stunning blue eyes and devilish smile smothered his handsome face. He stepped in front of Archer, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “Paperwork’s ready. Just sign and I’ll have everything sent over first thing in the morning.”

“Got it. Join us for a drink?”

Nate shook his head. “Can’t, something’s come up,” Archer nodded, some kind of male communication I didn’t understand. It was very nice to meet you Katy. Take care of my boy will ya?” He winked before turning his attention back to Archer. “I’ll call you soon,” Turning on a heel, he snapped his fingers in the air once.  “Sugar, come.”

“You two have fun and enjoy the show.” Standing next to Nate, she wiggled her fingers bye as the elevator doors closed.

“Are they a couple?”

“Not sure. Still haven’t figured that one out yet. They do have a very strange relationship though,” Archer walked over to the elevator and pushed a button before leading us over to the sofa.

“Kinda like us?” I questioned, wondering if this was the time or place to explore this.

Archer smiled, settling me in place. “No, nothing like us,”

Taking his seat next to me, his hand threaded through the hair on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “You’re mine. I think it’s time you understand the true meaning of that,” Then he stole my breath in a mind blowing, heart stopping kiss.

My fingers caressed the slim flute of Dom while my other hand rolled a purple grape along my bottom lip. We’d gotten comfortable. Archer had removed his suit coat and pulled my legs up to rest across his lap. With one hand hugging the back of the sofa, he caressed my bare calf with the other. “You’re so beautiful,” I placed my empty glass on the table in front of us. Desire smoldered in his heated eyes stoking the fire between my legs. “Not just on the outside,” Dragging his finger across my cleavage, he kept his eyes fixed on mine. “Inside too,” I clutched his upper arm to brace myself when he leaned to devour my neck, his hand seeking to claim what was his.

“Archer,” Rubbing my wet slit, his lips moved to my mouth.

“You’ve taken my request to never wear panties again pretty fuckin’ serious. I can’t begin to tell you how much I love having you like this. Mine to take whenever the fuck I want,” he mumbled against my trembling lips. God, I loved this man so much.

My raw and uncaged silver tongued beast
.

Spreading my legs wider, I fisted strands of his soft dark hair between my fingers. “
Yes
, all yours.”

His thumb massaged my clit, spreading my arousal. The primal sensations roaring through my veins were hot and fierce, melting away my inhibitions one stimulating layer at a time. No other man could ever make me feel like this. No other man ever gave me the courage to take what I wanted. 

His two middle fingers rubbed my pussy, teasing me. “Is that what you need baby?”

“I need you,” I don’t think I’d ever craved physical contact from another human being, but I desperately needed his touch. I was about to force his fingers in my pussy when he removed them from beneath my dress.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

He led me to the window. The music that had kept us company faded and a sultry voice took its place, informing us that the show was about to begin. Looking down at the empty stage, I held my breath while his hands held my waist. Solid fingers burrowed into my hips, and the heat beneath his touch was making it impossible to stand up straight. The back of my head found his shoulder when he rubbed his hard cock beneath the swell of my ass. Wave upon wave of desire crashed into me, one by one, pulling me under his erotic spell.

“Pay attention baby. I don’t want you to take your eyes off that stage. Got it?” Nodding, I lifted my head.