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Because he knew.
Brendan finished making his rounds, checking on his staff and greeting guests, then took the stairs up to the VIP space. Dillon and Kodiak stood at the private bar, their attention on the entertainment, sipping whiskey. Bo joined them as he approached.
“B, my brother.” Bo clapped his back. “I’m digging the show this year, man. This is way hotter than the fuck-o-matic bull dude that was here last year.”
“Minotaur.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
Dillon placed a glass of Glenlivet in his hand. Brendan swallowed the smooth amber liquid and turned to face the platform. A sub with blue hair rocked back and forth on all fours. She wore nothing except ripped fishnet stockings held in place by a shiny latex garter and a studded leather collar around her neck. He could see her breasts quivering, her nipples stiff peaks, as melted wax slowly dripped onto her skin.
Would Katelyn allow him to do that with her? Would she like it? He hoped so. Brendan needed her to. He needed to hear her breath hitch in anticipation. To see the longing for him in her aqua eyes. To feel her body crave his. Her surrender to him. Her complete submission to every touch. Every caress. Only then would trust, and the bond he needed between them, come.
His cock swelled. Just thinking of her made him hard. Brendan rubbed himself over the smooth black fabric of his slacks. Any night before this one, he wouldn’t have thought twice about sinking his dick inside any hot wet orifice he wanted—and he usually wanted more than one. Luckily for him they weren’t in short supply here. Because he loved to fuck.
No, actually, for Brendan it was more than that. He loved every aspect of sex there was. Always had. He lost his virginity the summer he was thirteen. She was twenty. Couldn’t tell you her name. Some college kids were having a party on the lakefront beach. He was always taller and bigger than other boys his age, so he looked older. She didn’t ask him how old he was and he didn’t tell her. The moment her tight wet cunt squeezed his dick he’d found his drug. Fucking was his high.
A natural, euphoric high. He relished in the heightened sensations, the sights, sounds, and the smell of sex. The chemical rush of endorphins and adrenaline as they coursed through his veins. Brendan loved sex more than most people did, or admitted to anyway, and so what? As far as he was concerned, his hearty appetite for pussy and pleasure was just as it should be. He had no inhibitions and few hard limits. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to feel pleasure or to make someone else feel it.
Throughout his adult years Brendan sought to learn everything he could about human sexuality, to develop and curate his erotic imagination. He went on retreats. He surrounded himself with like-minded people like Monica and embraced the sex-positive culture long before it was trendy. People are born as sensual beings. The human body was built for sex and human beings are naturally wired to give and receive pleasure. Sexual desire is innate. It was society that repressed it.
Brendan’s attitude influenced his cousins to adopt the ideal that sex is beautiful in any form. He’d watched Jesse agonize over his bisexuality for such a long time—long before Jesse recognized it in himself. That his cousin and his best friend could love each other and share their love freely with Chloe made his heart swell.
He glanced behind him to see Jesse and Taylor kiss as they pleasured their wife together. Sweet Linnea lounged between her husband’s thighs, her aroused gaze fixed on the blue-haired girl dripping in neon wax, lips parted as Kyan discreetly caressed her. It was fucking beautiful.
This is what it was all for.
Freedom to love whatever way felt right for you.
And that’s what he wanted with Katelyn.
So on this night, the only solace he sought was in her. The only one he wanted was her. He’d fuck his own hand a dozen times tonight, and think of her when he did, because he didn’t want to be inside anyone else. Ever. Katelyn was it for him. Brendan never thought he’d feel this way about anyone. He didn’t think he was capable of it—hell, he wasn’t capable of it before he decided he had to love her.
Brendan drained the whiskey from his glass and placed it on the bar. “I have to check on things. I’ll catch you guys in a bit.”
He went up to his office, closed the door, and sprawled out on the sofa. His dick throbbed in his hand. Closing his eyes, he squeezed it and tried to imagine what her innocent, unpracticed touches might feel like. Brendan had never felt that before. He’d only ever been with experienced women. He’d never taken anyone’s virginity—not even in high school. Soon he would know what that felt like. Soon he would be the first man, and the only man, who would ever be inside her.
Fucking Christ.
He must have dozed off. His hand still held his dick, but a warm wet mouth sucked on its head, a tongue toying with the barbell that pierced it. Brendan opened his eyes to a head of long, rich-red waves. Instinctively, he gripped her hair at the nape and roughly pulled. She moaned and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
He yanked her head off his dick.
“What the fuck, Angelica?”
She was one of the vamp chicks. Tall, voluptuous, and pale, with a fetish for blood and knives. Angelica and her partner were doing an exhibition at midnight. They were the perfect coupling, dark and sensual. He’d watched them together many times. Played with them too, back when Salena was still around. Salena loved to eat cat, more than most men did, and she loved to play on the edge—that girl had no hard limits whatsoever. None. The more depraved something was, the more she desired it.
Brendan didn’t see the appeal. So she did that shit without him. And he fucked her less and less often. Except when Kyan and Dillon were around. Then the viper would beg all three of them to fuck her together.
“I need a favor, B.”
He still held her head up by her hair. “And what’s that?”
“Milo can’t get here.” She licked her lips like she was nervous. “Someone slashed his tires and it’s too late for him to get an Uber—he’d never make it in time. I need you to go on the stage with me.”
He let go of her hair.
The fuck?
“No.”
