proceed.”
“Again, I think we should change that. I want to change it.”
“Sucks for him,” Lach said, brushing off the memory. He tried to act casual and make light conversation, while dragging his thoughts away from what had happened not thirty minutes prior. He leaned against the wooden counter of the bar, motioning toward his bottle of XXV single malt Glenlivet scotch whiskey that they kept behind the bar for his particular tastes. “Hit me up.”
“You’re not playing tonight?” Jax reached for a rocks glass, dropped in a freshly chilled stone, and pulled the cork stopper. As per the club rules, there was always a two drink maximum per client if he or she were going to play. Lach, however, had made it a personal directive not to drink at all if he was going to participate in the activities here at the club and Jax knew it. As the glass received his usual two fingers, Lach didn’t even bother to look and see who was participating. Recalling Phoebe’s parting words as he made sure she was safely ensconced in her apartment, Sam situated outside her door, had his mood deteriorating rapidly. “Casey has been asking about you.”
“She’s too fucking timid.” Lach preferred a submissive who knew what she wanted and was accepting of her sexuality. Shelley was a prime example of knowing and accepting. Flint had his wife bound to the St. Andrew’s cross and was slowly working her over with a flogger. Her shoulders were held back with pride, yet with just a glance over his shoulder, he could see from across the room that she was trembling with arousal. Brie was the same way, and as Nick utilized the suspension beam, her eyes were shining as she was tied and bound beautifully in Shibari. “I was hoping Lindsay would be here.”
“Really?” Jax sat the short heavy glass in front of Lach and then leaned against the counter. Lach had no idea why he’d thrown out Lindsay’s name, but now he could just kick himself in the ass. Phoebe had messed with his mind and he wasn’t in the mood to be here. The only reason he’d shown up was because he’d told Ethan he would and had hoped that being here would set his head on straight. Now that his friend was stuck at work, that meant he could slam the expensive scotch and leave. “She doesn’t strike me as your type.”
“How’s Emily and Derrick?” Lach asked, changing the subject and giving himself the time to finish his drink. A soft cry could be heard from across the room, along with the soothing yet stern tones of the sub’s Dom, but Lach continued to lead Jax into another direction. “I’m surprised you’re here tonight.”
Lach didn’t want to get into what type of woman he preferred, especially since he couldn’t get a certain blonde off of his mind. Instead he’d get Jax to talk about his family. As Jax filled him in on Eden calling in sick and continued to discuss his son’s first steps along with droning on about baby teeth and sleep schedules, Lach glanced around the area one more time. The semi-private sitting areas of the commons that were separated by plants and ferns were being occupied by the regular clientele, as were nearly all of the play stations. He reminded himself this was what he was comfortable with, not some formal social setting where he’d be made to wear a tie like some kind of noose. That thought caught him off guard and it wasn’t until he heard his name repeated that he realized Jax had asked him a question.
“I hate when you do that.”
“Do what?” Lach asked before he took a sip of the amber liquid, sucking it into his mouth and closing his eyes to savor the rich release of spices that developed into a dark chocolate, hinting of orange peel essence. He then took a large swallow, much to his shame. The faster he got it down, the quicker he got to leave.
“Ask a question so that someone else talks.” Jax pushed up off of the bar top and grabbed a hand towel. “It’s a dick move.”
“It works.” Lach
“Again, I think we should change that. I want to change it.”
“Sucks for him,” Lach said, brushing off the memory. He tried to act casual and make light conversation, while dragging his thoughts away from what had happened not thirty minutes prior. He leaned against the wooden counter of the bar, motioning toward his bottle of XXV single malt Glenlivet scotch whiskey that they kept behind the bar for his particular tastes. “Hit me up.”
“You’re not playing tonight?” Jax reached for a rocks glass, dropped in a freshly chilled stone, and pulled the cork stopper. As per the club rules, there was always a two drink maximum per client if he or she were going to play. Lach, however, had made it a personal directive not to drink at all if he was going to participate in the activities here at the club and Jax knew it. As the glass received his usual two fingers, Lach didn’t even bother to look and see who was participating. Recalling Phoebe’s parting words as he made sure she was safely ensconced in her apartment, Sam situated outside her door, had his mood deteriorating rapidly. “Casey has been asking about you.”
“She’s too fucking timid.” Lach preferred a submissive who knew what she wanted and was accepting of her sexuality. Shelley was a prime example of knowing and accepting. Flint had his wife bound to the St. Andrew’s cross and was slowly working her over with a flogger. Her shoulders were held back with pride, yet with just a glance over his shoulder, he could see from across the room that she was trembling with arousal. Brie was the same way, and as Nick utilized the suspension beam, her eyes were shining as she was tied and bound beautifully in Shibari. “I was hoping Lindsay would be here.”
“Really?” Jax sat the short heavy glass in front of Lach and then leaned against the counter. Lach had no idea why he’d thrown out Lindsay’s name, but now he could just kick himself in the ass. Phoebe had messed with his mind and he wasn’t in the mood to be here. The only reason he’d shown up was because he’d told Ethan he would and had hoped that being here would set his head on straight. Now that his friend was stuck at work, that meant he could slam the expensive scotch and leave. “She doesn’t strike me as your type.”
“How’s Emily and Derrick?” Lach asked, changing the subject and giving himself the time to finish his drink. A soft cry could be heard from across the room, along with the soothing yet stern tones of the sub’s Dom, but Lach continued to lead Jax into another direction. “I’m surprised you’re here tonight.”
Lach didn’t want to get into what type of woman he preferred, especially since he couldn’t get a certain blonde off of his mind. Instead he’d get Jax to talk about his family. As Jax filled him in on Eden calling in sick and continued to discuss his son’s first steps along with droning on about baby teeth and sleep schedules, Lach glanced around the area one more time. The semi-private sitting areas of the commons that were separated by plants and ferns were being occupied by the regular clientele, as were nearly all of the play stations. He reminded himself this was what he was comfortable with, not some formal social setting where he’d be made to wear a tie like some kind of noose. That thought caught him off guard and it wasn’t until he heard his name repeated that he realized Jax had asked him a question.
“I hate when you do that.”
“Do what?” Lach asked before he took a sip of the amber liquid, sucking it into his mouth and closing his eyes to savor the rich release of spices that developed into a dark chocolate, hinting of orange peel essence. He then took a large swallow, much to his shame. The faster he got it down, the quicker he got to leave.
“Ask a question so that someone else talks.” Jax pushed up off of the bar top and grabbed a hand towel. “It’s a dick move.”
“It works.” Lach
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