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was unlike anything she had felt before. If this was meant to show her what sex would be like with him, she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be disappointed or put off like he seemed to think she would be. By the time he had released her lips, she ached with a need so strong her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her up. If that kiss was meant as a deterrent, his intention backfired. Instead of being put off, she wanted more. She wanted it all, and she wanted it with him.
    Brett released her and, ignoring the dazed look in those expressive eyes, admonished, “Behave, Kayla, and make sure someone who hasn’t been drinking drives you home.”
    Kayla watched him walk away, anger replacing lust. Damn it, she wasn’t a child to be scolded by him. If he didn’t want her enough to overlook their age difference and her inexperience, then she’d find someone else who did. The problem was, she didn’t want anyone else, she wanted him. And Kayla wasn’t one to give up easily when she wanted something, or someone, bad enough.

Chapter Two
    Brett crossed his ankle over his knee, leaned back in the wide leather chair and took a sip of his iced tea, his eyes on his brother, Donovan, and Crystal, a young woman who had just recently been given membership to their small club. For being tall and slender, she had a surprisingly lush ass, he mused as Donovan jerked her skirt up and bent her over the couch in front of him. Wielding a round, leather paddle, Brett watched as Donovan smacked those clenching cheeks several times, the snap of leather against bare skin easily heard over the quieter, softer background music played up here. By the look on Crystal’s face and from the sound of her cries, someone might think she found the pain from the paddle too much, but all they had to do was glance at the seam of her slit and see the moisture coating her swollen labia to know she was getting off on being spanked. Whether it was the pain induced pleasure she enjoyed, the public display or a combination of both, he didn’t know, nor did it matter. All that mattered was she was willing and Donovan was giving her want she came here for.
    Brett’s gaze shifted to his brother, noted the gentle way he caressed the swollen, red cheeks he had just abused before he slid his hand down to finger the warm depth of her pussy, his sole concentration on now bringing nothing but pleasure to his partner. It was good to see Donovan out and enjoying himself, something he and Colin tried to get him to do more often. His youngest brother spent way too much time with their horses, way too much time avoiding people and seeking out pleasure. Scarred both physically and emotionally from spending six weeks as an Iraqi prisoner before Brett and Colin had aided the military in rescuing him, Donovan had spent the past seven years trying to put the horrors he had witnessed and endured behind him. Whether it took another seven years or more, they would be by his side.
    Remodeling the upper floor of Casey’s to accommodate their diverse sexual activity had provided an outlet for all three brothers to exorcise their demons. Brett had wanted the spacious, open great room where they had constructed a hip-high, padded bench along one wall, long enough to accommodate several couples at once in any number of positions. The opposite wall was floor to ceiling mirrors to give everyone in between ample viewing opportunity. Leather sofas and chairs filled the space in between, nicely padded area rugs were disbursed around the room and dim, recessed lighting gave a touch of mystery to the atmosphere. The room was perfect for indulging his penchant for public sex. He loved watching and being watched as much as he did control and raising a pretty red hue on a bare ass.
    But more than giving him a place to indulge his kink, keeping his sexual activity here instead of going to either a woman’s place or his, helped keep whatever relationship he was in uninvolved on a