Edge (Parker Reed #2) (36 page)

Authors: J.M. Walker

BOOK: Edge (Parker Reed #2)

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A gasp resonated from the room making us all turn to the unexpected noise.

Brenda, a tall blonde submissive, stood a few feet away from us, chewing her bottom lip and holding a black candle in her hands. The flame flickered, dancing in the air. “I am so sorry. I was waiting for the lights to turn back on before I left.” Her gaze landed on Brett, her cheeks flushing a bright red.

Evvie caught the look and giggled. “My husband has that effect on women,” she whispered to me.

I joined in on her laughter. “So does mine. Women love his tattoos.”

Her grin widened. “Lucky we aren’t the jealous types.”

I nodded. “No doubt.”

“Can you please grab a towel for me?” Brett asked Brenda.

“O-of c-course. I can do that. Sure thing.” Her rambling was simply adorable as she stared wide eyed at the man talking to her.

I shook my head and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go before you drool all over yourself.”

“I know he’s taken but God, he’s fucking hot,” Brenda said, her voice taking on a dreamy singsong state.

I could only laugh. I had to agree with her, though. The multi-business mogul was a looker but where he was soft and smooth in the features, Parker was rough and rugged. I couldn’t help but look between the two large men, my gaze finally landing on my husband.

He winked, his jade eyes blazing with a heat so powerful, it took my breath away.

“Towel,” Brenda said, jarring me from my thoughts.

“Thank you.” I took it from her and handed it to Evvie as Brenda quickly left the room but not before she passed one last glance at Brett.

“I think someone has a crush on you,” Evvie teased, poking her husband playfully in the side.

He popped his collar, a smug smile forming on his face. “What can I say? I am irresistible and all.”

“Wow. You sound just like Parker.” I smiled, grabbing a change of clothes for Evvie. “You can change in there.” I nodded towards a small adjoining bathroom.

“So tell me about this place,” Brett said, sitting on the couch while he waited for his wife. “The secrecy has my curiosity peaked.”

Parker rubbed his chin, scratching the scruff of his jaw. “Well…how about I show you instead?” He glanced at me. “You got this?”

I nodded. “Have fun.” I gave them a little wave as the left the room. “Your husband has gone with mine to check out the club,” I told Evvie.

“Okay. What is this place anyways?” she asked, her voice muffled by the closed door.

“I guess putting it mildly, it’s a fetish club.” I braced myself, waiting for her shock and surprise. But when she opened the door, I found myself staring into eyes that reminded me of my own when I had first heard about the lifestyle.

“What kind of fetish?” she asked, towel drying her hair.

“Um…well, anything really. Except for animals, this isn’t that kind of club.” I grimaced at the mere thought of it.

She laughed. “I guess you have to have a line that you can’t cross.”

“Exactly. I never thought you would be so cool about it.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well,” I shrugged. “I judged you too soon and I’m sorry for that. Usually it’s the other way around but in this case, it was me.”

Evvie gave me a light hug. “I’m glad that we ran into this place. Brett and I were looking for…well…” Her cheeks reddened. “Something exciting, to say the least.”

At that moment, Brett and Parker came back into the room.

“Evvie,” Brett said. “Come here.”

Her mouth parted and she walked up to her husband. “What—”

He covered her lips in a hard bruising kiss igniting a moan to escape her. He cupped the back of her neck, whispering softly in her ear.

“What did you show him?” I asked Parker.

He crossed his arms under his chest, a wide grin spreading on his handsome face. “I just showed him what it was like to own someone completely.”

I shook my head. “There are a lot of ways that could happen. What exactly did you let him see?”

Parker pinched my chin, tilting my head and grazed his lips down the length of my jaw. “I showed him what it was like to make someone fly.”

“Oh…” I glanced at Evvie and Brett.

They both turned our way, cheeks flushed and a glaze of curiosity in their eyes. “Where do we sign up?”

***THE END***

When J.M. isn’t working her Monday-Friday 9-5 job, she’s spending her time reading, writing and with the love of her life.

She’s an all-around Canadian girl. Born and raised in a small city.

If you don’t see J.M. writing, you’ll find her with her nose in a book. Whether it’s her words or someone else’s, she’s drawn to it.

J.M. loves stories with Alpha broken males and that need to be ripped apart and put back together again. Men that fall to their knees over a wink or a giggle from their females.

Two things you will never find J.M. without; her cell phone and lip gloss. If she has both of those items, you have a happy girl.

Since starting her writing adventure in 2013, J.M. has met many people, real life, online, in her head and she loves every single one of them. Without the support from others, none of this would be possible and she’s grateful for all that has been given to her.