Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

8. Elena

8

ELENA

T he back seat of the limo was a lot bigger than I had expected. Too big for just me. Yet they hadn’t just sent a car or an Uber to pick me up.

No, my doctors had sent a limo. Long and sleek. My eyes had felt like they were about pop out of their sockets after looking behind the driver who had knocked on my door. The older gentleman had led me down my driveway and to the car.

I couldn’t deny the disappointment I felt when he opened the door and not one of them was waiting for me in the back seat. It proved how involved I was getting. How deep I was when it came to Josh, Miles, and Rick.

My knee bounced nervously as I eyed the mini bottles of champagne sitting in ice next to the tequila, one I had mentioned once a couple of months ago that was my favorite.

One drink. One drink would help soothe my nerves and calm me down. But I couldn’t get myself to move from my seat. I was frozen. I still couldn’t believe the way the day had unfolded. Not that the morning surprised me at all. Not when Rosie asked if she could take the kids swimming to where she now lived. I’d even appreciated it. It gave me the chance to clean the house without it immediately getting messy again.

But when the three men showed up at my doorstep, I should have known better than to invite them in. I was in over my head. I knew better. After my marriage ended, not that I had been surprised because our relationship hadn’t been the best, but after feeling like I had somehow failed, not just me but my kids, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t do that again.

I wouldn’t put my heart on the line.

Not again.

And I would definitely not bring a man around Mike and Betsy. Not with how young my kids were. Not only did you hear about horror stories, but kids got attached. What if it didn’t work out? Which being me and how hard it seemed to stick around or to love me, my luck, it most likely wouldn’t. Right?

But the kids had met each of the doctors. They loved them.

They thought Josh, Miles, and Rick were literally the best.

Now they were hanging out with their aunt and her boyfriends, and I was on my way to a sex club. A real-life sex club. I’d heard things about Club Sin. Whispers between some of the nurses, and even Rosie had been there with her men.

Now I am going.

And I couldn’t believe it. Nor could I believe what I was wearing. The pads of my fingers skimmed my bare collarbone. When did my collarbone become so sensitive? I exhaled slowly, pulling on the hemmed edges of the slits of the long dress.

I had stared at the box the guys had set on my coffee table for about ten minutes before finding the guts to open it. For some reason, even though I knew Club Sin was one of the most exclusive members-only sex clubs in the city, I was shocked to see the outfit they had purchased with me in mind.

Or the lack of it.

My hands dropped and clasped together on my lap while the city passed by. I wanted to make sure I was in control of myself tonight. I wanted to make sure I enjoyed every single moment possible. Oh god! Am I really doing this?

After taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I caught a glimpse of my reflection and blinked. I hardly recognized myself. Not that I had done up my makeup so dramatically I looked like someone else. I didn’t even know how to do all that contouring stuff, and the only baking I did was cupcakes when the kids wanted something sweet.

I still looked like myself but dolled up. I couldn’t remember the last time I took more than five minutes to get ready, much less have two entire hours to get put together. I’d blow dried my hair sleek and straight down my back and had time to do more than apply a touch of ChapStick to my lips. I’d chosen red lipstick, nude eyeshadow, and a sharp cat eyeliner. It turned out that doing my makeup was a lot like riding a bike. It had been years since I’d even tried to use eyeliner, yet somehow, I managed to do it right the first try.

I looked like myself yet didn’t at the same time. I felt lighter. Happier. Relaxed. It was crazy what two uninterrupted hours of me-time could do. Not to mention three really hot kisses from even hotter guys, the bad girl in my perked up to remind me.

Yeah, kissing them had been very hot. Just the reminder made my lips tingle. My legs pressed together, and just like that, I was very aware of the dress I was wearing. The one they’d not only chosen for me but fit like it had been made specifically to my measurements.

Not to mention the tiny, delicate lavender-colored scraps of lace and satin that lay beneath the black deep V-necked dress with thigh high slits at each leg. I crossed my legs and smiled at the seriously sexy rhinestone open-toed strappy sandals on my feet.

I had forgone my glasses, keeping them in their case and inside my purse just in case my contacts dried out later or I needed to take them out at the end of the night. Does one stay overnight at a sex club? I wasn’t sure of the logistics but had made sure I was ready for anything.

It was also why I was stone-cold sober. Not that I drank often to begin with.

The limo started to slow, its turn signal warning me we were arriving at my destination. We started to turn into a parking lot. Instead of looking out to see where we were and where this illusive members-only club was, my eyes fluttered shut and I took a moment to breathe.

I just need to breathe , I reminded myself. I knew the men I was going to meet there. I might not know everything about them, but I knew them. And I knew that no matter what, if I needed to, they would let me go home if I wanted to.

The partition dropped, and the older gentleman who had introduced himself as Ace turned and smiled politely.

“Miss Elena, we are here.”

“Thank you.”

“If you wait when I pull up to the front, I will get the door for you.”

“Thank you, Ace.” I swallowed and exhaled.

“I’m also going to give you my card. If anything comes up, you call me, and I will be here in less than five minutes,” he promised. “The night’s been paid for, so you don’t worry, okay?”

“Thank you, Ace.” I smiled, and my shoulders relaxed a little more. Knowing my docs had covered all their bases for my peace of mind made my heart fill in an unexpected way. They really were incredible men.

And they wanted me.

The limo went up what felt like a windy driveway. Before I knew it, Ace was at the door. But before he had a chance to extend a hand, Josh was there, and the night was about to start.

I’d seen Dr. Joshua Silver dressed in scrubs and casual wear. One time, for an important meeting for the hospital, I’d even seen him wearing a dress shirt with slacks. But never had I seen him in a suit and tie.

The dark navy jacket fit his body perfectly, like it had been cut to fit his muscular build and wide shoulders along with the crisp black dress shirt he wore under it. His icy blue tie matched his eyes. The contrast of the light with the dark along with his sharp bone structure and build made him even more breathtaking.

“I got her, Ace. Thanks, man.” He smiled at the driver and extended his hand for me to take. With one last shaky exhale, I took it and smiled at the cool touch of his palm against mine.

And like some kind of magic spell had been cast on us, all the nerves and worry I felt started to fade. Just from holding his hand. I slipped out of the car and stood straight, adjusting my purse over my shoulder. My head rose, and I had just been about to thank him for helping me out, but the words died on my tongue with how he stared at me.

Josh’s light eyes didn’t hold back, but in that moment, I couldn’t seem to read him clearly. In the back of my mind, I was still somewhat aware of Ace slipping me his card and waving goodbye as he rounded the limo and drove away.

But the one and only man who had my attention in that moment was Josh.

“Fuck,” he cursed, and suddenly, all the doubt and fear started to make its return, making me feel more than a little self-conscious.

Maybe I don’t look as good as I thought?

Maybe I should have done more with my hair or gone heavier with the makeup?

Did I somehow miss a spot when I shaved my legs, and he noticed it?

“I don’t know what we were thinking bringing you here,” he murmured like he was scolding himself, but it didn’t stop my stomach as it sank to the ground. The shards fell right onto the concrete floor between the rhinestone heels on my feet.

I didn’t know who he thought he was, but I wasn’t about that life anymore.

I’d put up with more than my fair share of shit from my ex-husband. I think a lot of women do when they are young and in love. But I wasn’t young and na?ve anymore. I most certainly wasn’t anyone’s doormat. If he didn’t want me here, for whatever reason, if seeing me dressed the way they had wanted me to dress wasn’t up to his standards, he could go to hell. My feet stopped, and he turned back to look at me. His brows bunched, and I stood straighter.

“If you want, I can go.” I had no idea how I managed to keep my voice steady, not giving away a hint of just how hurt his words had left me.

“Go?” He stopped mid-step and stared at me. It was almost like my words had snapped him out of his own thoughts and he was finally right there with me. “Why would you want to go?” I pulled to get my hand out of his, but I should have known better. Neither of the three men liked to let go when I wanted them to.

“Because.”

“Because why?” Is he really going to make me say it? My lips wobbled, but I quickly got my emotions in check.

“Because you just said you didn’t know what you were thinking bringing me here,” I hissed quietly, looking around to make sure no one overheard us. It was one thing I’d embarrassed him or them; another was embarrassing myself.

“I obviously didn’t arrive looking like you expected or didn’t meet your expectations.” I glanced at the building in front of us and thought of everything that could have happened within those walls. I shook my head and tried to focus on the stupidly handsome doctor in front of me. Where was I? Giving him a piece of my mind.

“Whatever it is, is fine. I’m not—“ I didn’t get to finish my sentence.

Sweet, usually mild-mannered Joshua Silver pulled me straight into his arms, and his hand dove right into my hair, his hold on me firm. There weren’t a lot of people around, but there were some. Some that shocked me to see because they were usually on the big screen or gracing rock and roll magazine covers. Not that I got to recognize anyone when his face moved right in front of mine, my head tipped up just right to focus on him.

“That’s not how I meant it. Not even close.” He breathed roughly, and if that wasn’t enough, his head dipped down so his lips were just shy of touching my ear. “You look like a fucking wet dream come true. I knew you would look fucking gorgeous, but I should have been prepared, and I wasn’t.”

“Prepared for what?” I asked quickly, my tone breathy and low for only his ears.

“Prepared for you to look like this.” The appreciation was clear in his voice.

One of his hands dropped down to my waist and then lower. Heat hit my face. Dr. Silver is grabbing my ass! In public! Where anyone could see us. My ex hardly held my hand in public since he hadn’t been a fan of public displays of affection. Probably because he had been running around with who knew how many women.

But there was no mistaking Josh’s intention. His hand on my ass, the way it molded around the cheek and squeezed, was all but a claim on me.

“You’re the best, most beautiful dream come to life, Elena. We’re about to walk into a club where people go for one thing in mind, and all I can think about, despite the Hippocratic Oath I took when I became a doctor, is how I’m going to want to tear every man’s eyes out of their sockets for daring to look at what’s mine. What’s ours.” Wow. It was a barbaric statement but seriously hot.

“Josh.” I trembled in his arms, and when he pulled me closer, making the front of my body brush completely against his, it was my eyes that sought his when I felt how hard he was. Rock solid.

“You’re—“

“I’m always that way around you,” he interrupted. For some reason, my traitorous body leaned closer to him. “But tonight is worse,” he confessed, and I melted into him. There was something in his beautiful light blue eyes that softened, and when he started to talk from the heart, just like that, I knew I was done putting a hand up between us.

Between what could possibly happen.

“I’m sorry I instantly got jealous and made you think you looked anything but fucking gorgeous.” I trusted every word he said. His hand moved from my hair and caressed my jawline.

“Okay. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and snapping.” I genuinely meant it.

“We will talk about that later,” he warned. My brows furrowed, unsure of what that meant. No that I had a chance to ask because the man just kept talking. “But I have a feeling I know where it stems from, and I know for a fact the three of us are more than ready and seriously looking forward to making it to the day when that’s not where your mind immediately goes.”

“Josh, I, umm…” I licked my lips because I found myself speechless.

“Did you have a drink in the limo?” I shook my head. “Good girl,” he praised before taking my hand with his. He lifted it between us, and without taking his eyes off mine, he brushed his lips across my knuckles.

“You ready to see what we have in store for you tonight?” Am I ready? I didn’t really have to think too long.

“Yes. I am.” Lines formed at the side of his eyes like they did when he was around Mike and Betsy, and they did something sweet.

“Let’s go.” His fingers tangled with mine, and we walked into Club Sin hand in hand.

The place was a lot different than I had imagined.

Not that I knew what to imagine. It wasn’t like they had pictures of the interior on their website or online. If anything, taking pictures inside was prohibited. Josh led me around, showing me the bar area and a couple of dance floors and lush, opulent, and abundant sitting areas. There were different kinds of rooms, each one already busy with different kinds of scenes playing out.

The whole place was beautiful. Clean and elegant. Classy. But if I was honest, it was a little overwhelming to my senses, and that was saying something since I worked in an emergency room in a metropolitan city. I wasn’t surprised that Josh could tell as he led us toward what seemed like a private elevator. There was a guard standing there who smiled at Josh. They talked, and he showed the big guy a card before pulling me into his side.

“Room One Nineteen,” he said, and the guy nodded before looking at the iPad in his hands.

“I got you, doc. You four are all checked in.” His eyes moved to me with a polite smile. “Have a good time.” I nodded hoping it wasn’t obvious just how nervous I was.

The elevator doors slid open, and Josh stood to the side, making sure to follow close behind me when I stepped in. He didn’t even wait for the doors to shut before he leaned over, resting his arms on the elevator wall on either side of me.

“Before we walk into the room, there are a couple of things we need to talk about that you gotta know.”

“Okay,” I breathed out softly.

“Some rules.”

“Rules?” Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? Three men? Rules? Sex clubs? Panic started to bite at my feet, but Josh chose that moment to kiss me. It was soft and sweet, a lot like the one in my living room, but this one held a hell of a lot more promise of what was to come.

“It’s simple and nothing to freak out about,” he murmured against my lips

“I wasn’t freaking out,” I lied. He burst out laughing, and even though it was at my expense, I liked being this close to watch him laugh like that.

“You keep lying like that, we’re gonna have to punish you,” he murmured. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or joking around. But he moved on, and I wasn’t going to ask a question I wasn’t ready to hear the answer to. Yeah right, the bad girl inside me scoffed, not like we don’t waiting to get spanked by him or the other two!

“We’re going to have safe words, and we’re going to make it really easy, okay?” he snapped me out of my dirty thoughts.

“Okay, easy safe words.” I could manage that. I was pretty sure I could, at least.

“Just like a stoplight. We’re going to have moments when we check in with you, to see where you are. Green means go. Yellow, you need a moment. Red means complete stop. We do something, say something, look some kind of way you’re not feeling, all you have to say is red , and it all stops.” Holy crap, this was real , real.

“Red?” I repeated with a question, and he nodded.

“Red,” he confirmed and stepped back. “And you can say that at any time, not just when we are checking in to see what you like and don’t like. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I answered, having found some of my sass over the anxious excitement.

“Good girl. Now…” His lips pursed, and his hand took mine. “Miles, Rick, and I have… things we’re into.”

“Into? Like kinks?”

“You could say that.” He shrugged. “Tonight, we would like to indulge.”

“Indulge?” My voice sounded husky. His light blue eyes dropped to my lips before he nodded.

“We like to watch,” he shared. “Kinda like you did with me in the shower.” His brow rose, and if there were a big hole that could teleport me somewhere, I might have jumped right in.

“We never talked about that,” I whispered.

His brow rose like he was ready to argue with me. “You liked it.”

“I did.” I wasn’t going to deny it. It was seriously hot, easily one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced in my life.

“We want to watch you tonight.”

“Wa-watch me?” I stuttered, giving away the nerves that had started to mount from the moment he started talking about rules and safe words.

“What color do you say if you need this to stop?”

“Red,” I whispered.

“If you need a moment or to slow down?”

“Yellow.”

“That’s my girl. What color are you at?” My girl. There was no denying the possessive tone in his smooth voice. Could this really work? Long term? Could I really be his girl? Their girl?

“Green,” I answered without thinking. I was in an elevator at a sex club, of all places, about to walk into a room where my other two doctors were waiting for me.

I was doing this. I couldn’t predict the future. I didn’t know what tomorrow had in store. If all I had was tonight, I was going to devour every moment because the memory would have to last me a lifetime.

“Very green,” I repeated, and he nodded.

“Good girl.” The elevator pinged again and, taking my hand in his, he led us down a dark corridor and stopped at Room One Hundred and Nineteen.

“Are you ready, Elena?” he asked against the shell of my ear while he stood behind me as the two of us stared at the door.

“Yes,” I breathed, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. I was very, very ready.

They like to watch. I swallowed trying to think about what the night could have in store. But my mind had suddenly gone blank. Not that I had all that much time to think when he opened the door. His hand covered my waist with an open palm stretched wide to where the edge of his fingers touched the underside of my breast.

“Welcome to Club Sin, baby,” he whispered. His breath on my ear was a gentle tease before we stepped inside.

Josh shut the door to the dimly lit room. I looked around. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected. Maybe something that looked like a hotel room? Or worst case a motel room. But this was not that. Not even close.

“This is beautiful,” I noted quietly, taking in all the details. The room was done in rich purples and lavender that stood out against the royal color. “It’s my favorite color,” I observed. Somehow, I knew they’d chosen that room just for me. Miles, Josh, and Rick hardly ever missed something and, by the looks of it, were very into details.

My eyes caught sight of three chairs. The other two men were already sitting down. Both watching us. And damn, they were all dressed up, too. Rick was in all black, the color making his naturally tanned skin stand out. Josh was in a gray suit with a black tie and white dress shirt.

Almost at the same time, as if they accidentally had matched their movements, they stood up, cursing under their breath. Their appreciative gaze moved up and down my body, making me feel like they were eating me up with their eyes.

“You look incredible,” Miles complimented. His words shot through me like a shot of good tequila. Before I knew it, he reached for me. My hand rested on his chest as I stared up at his bright blue eyes and took a deep breath. God, he smelled good. He took my hand and stepped back, silently asking me to spin for him. Which I did. He whistled, and when I caught his blue eyes, I didn’t miss his dilated pupils, his eyes hooded with unmasked desire.

“You guys all look nice, too,” I whispered.

“Bring her to me,” Rick ordered roughly, drawing our attention toward him.

Rick.

So bossy and broody.

Even now. We were all in the same room, alone together, and he stood apart. His hands fisted at his side, his smoldering dark stare intense. Waiting for someone to do his bidding. Before I sassed off and told him I could walk toward him myself or even think about taking a step toward him, Josh lifted me up. Josh’s steps were even, and he acted like I weighed nothing more than a sack of flour, my arms wrapped around his neck.

Holy shit! Was this it? Would he put me in front of Rick and get this all started? What would we do first?

“Did you like the dress?” Rick asked, his tone still rough and bossy and so incredibly sexy I wasn’t sure I could trust myself, so I simply nodded. “And the shoes? They were okay?” The concern in his voice was clear. They had worked hard to give me this, and my heart softened again.

“Perfect. Everything fit perfectly,” I shared softly.

I wasn’t soft. I wasn’t sweet. I was too busy and overwhelmed to be that way. But something about my doctors drew it out of me.

“Good,” Rick grunted. But he didn’t take me from Josh’s arms.

I watched, perched in Josh’s hold as Rick sat down on the gorgeous chair. I looked around, wondering what the hell was going on. I was almost sure this was when the ravaging would start.

But it didn’t.

No. My guys had planned out every detail, and I had to be patient to see what they had up their sleeves. I didn’t have to wait long. Rick patted his lap, a movement so quick I would have missed it if I hadn’t been staring at him like I was afraid he would disappear. That I’d wake up and this whole night would end up being some kind of dirty dream.

As carefully as he could, Josh set me down on Rick’s lap, and my arms moved from his neck to the back of Rick’s. Our eyes connected, dark to dark, and another wave of heat washed over me. Everything inside of me ignited with the way he looked at me.

“I can’t believe Josh let you walk through the club dressed like this.” Rick’s strong long arms wrapped around my waist and his hand rested at my bare thigh. “I knew this would fit like it was made for you,” he murmured. I felt like one end of a magnet that couldn’t resist the pull and leaned in closer.

“Rick.” My voice cracked.

“Did Josh talk to you about tonight?” My nipples tightened, close to the point of almost being painful.

“Yes.” I nodded, licking my lips. I repeated the stages of the safe words I’d been given. “Green, yellow, and red.”

“Fuck.” Rick shut his eyes. For a moment, I lost his fathomless gaze before he opened them again and they connected with mine.

“Did he tell you about the scene we want to have tonight?” I squirmed on his lap.

“A little… you guys want to watch.”

“Watch.” His lips twitched. “Something like that.”

“Okay,” I breathed. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t agree to in that moment. His warm forehead pressed against mine.

“Would you prefer us to walk you through it? Step by step or tell you what we were thinking before we do it in case you don’t like what we want?” I took a moment to think about his question, thankful he was putting it out there.

Ever since getting married for the wrong reasons, I’d tried to plan every aspect of my life. After my divorce, planning and being in control was a necessity.

“I think…” The air felt thick around us. I knew without glancing over my shoulder that my other two guys were staring, watching everything, listening. “Step by step. I want…” Be brave, I reminded myself. I needed to ask for what I wanted, and I was safe around Miles, Rick, and Josh to do that. “Take what you want. I want you, the three of you, to tell me what to do and what you want tonight. I think…”

“What, gorgeous?”

“I think I need that,” I confessed. Rick’s nose flared, and he swallowed.

“We can do that.” He smirked, almost arrogantly yet in the sexiest way possible. “Two more questions before we start.” His tone was serious, the he glanced at the two other guys while I waited. The air around us shifted, and I felt them behind me. Josh and Miles kneeled in front of me.

“Okay,” I said out loud, unable to hide the nerves in my voice.

“Is there anything off limits tonight?”

“Off limits?” I asked, not sure of what they meant.

“There are three of us and one of you, pretty lady,” Miles said, his hand stroking my knee while Josh’s hand covered the other.

“I know that,” I whispered. Their hands slowly started to creep up my thighs.

“He’s asking if you have taken anyone in every one of your holes.”

“My hole—" My face flamed brightly. They meant my ass. I shook my head. “I didn’t have a lot of, umm, experience before my ex, and he never wanted to, umm… do that.”

“He didn’t want to—" Rick’s voice drifted to nothing. “But you did?” I nodded. They shot glances at one another. “The asshole was seriously an idiot,” he muttered, and Josh squeezed my knee.

“Tonight, is that something you would want to try?”

“Yes,” I answered boldly because it was true. I wanted that. I wanted everything they could come up with. Miles’ nose flared, and I felt the three of them nod before Josh and Miles stood up slowly until the two men towered over us.

My thighs pressed together. I could feel the heat and wetness at my core. I wanted tonight more than anything. I was always making sure everyone else was okay. Tonight was going to be for me. I knew they might be talking about more, but all my mind and heart could wrap themselves around was the possibility of what the night had in store.

My eyes connected with Rick’s, and that’s when I felt it. His big, calloused palm slowly crept up my thigh. There was only thing I could do then. I opened my legs a little, silently giving him permission for so much more, and when I did that, I let go of the worry, too.

I was in good hands. The best.