I didn’t think I’d ever prefer a city over the open space that I called home, but I had to admit, I was enjoying my time back in Boston. Brea and I had flown out two weeks ago, and I’d loved being able to show her all the places I’d gone when I was a kid. Even if that had been the only reason for being here, it would’ve been worth it, but there were two important reasons we’d joined my brothers and their significant others.

Andre Greene had been sentenced yesterday.

The information we’d provided the police had given them enough to lead them to a man named Darius Mclean. The man with the black boots. The one who’d messed with our car and caused it to crash. The one who’d walked over to the car, not caring about any of us inside, and stolen a disk from my dying father.

He’d made a plea deal in exchange for the possibility of parole. The word of a murderer wouldn’t have been good enough alone, but Darius had been smart enough to know that his business would most likely lead to jail. He’d kept all correspondence, as well as a copy of the disk. It was all the cops needed to arrest Andre.

The trial had lasted seven days, and the jury had taken less than ninety minutes to convict Andre of hiring someone to kill my father, and for the unintentional deaths of my mother and sister. He’d also been convicted of embezzlement, reckless endangerment, and a few other crimes that had to do with his business practices. A reporter asked one of the jurors if it had been difficult to come to a unanimous vote. The juror had said that the only reason it had taken as long as it had was the paperwork involved for each of the crimes.

We’d all gone to the sentencing, but none of us had spoken when the judge had asked. Instead, we’d sat right behind Andre and held on to the pictures of our family.

Altogether, the judge sentenced him to one life sentence, plus a total of one hundred and thirty-two more years on top of that. Even with good behavior, he wouldn’t be up for parole until he was well over ninety.

It had been an intense, emotional day, which was why Jax had invited us all to the opening of Pothos, the BDSM club we’d invested in. Jax hadn’t needed the money, but he’d wanted us to have something we were all a part of. He’d run it, of course, and the rest of us could be as involved as we wanted. With Cai and Slade having moved back to Boston, they’d probably spend more time there than I would, but I planned to visit often. I was grateful that none of them had been upset when I’d told them that I didn’t want to move back to Boston. They’d all told me that I should follow my heart, and if that meant staying in Wyoming, then so be it.

“You look amazing,” I said to Brea as she came out of the bathroom.

Scarlet and tight, she was going to get a lot of attention tonight. Too bad. She was mine.

Like always, that made me smile.

We were staying with Jax and Syll, and it had been strange at first to have Brea in my former bedroom, but I was glad to be here instead of at some hotel. Even if Jax did tease both of us about the amount of noise we made. It’d been worth it to see Syll smack the back of his head and tell him to behave.

“Thank you,” she said, smoothing non-existent wrinkles from the clingy silk.

“I’d kiss you, but I have a feeling that if I did, I’d end up against the wall and we’d be late.”

“We can’t have that,” she said with a smile. She stretched up to kiss my cheek.

By the time we arrived at the club, the rest of my family was there, waiting for us before they went inside. There was already a line at the front door, and I had a feeling that the boulder of a man who stood in front of it was going to earn his keep tonight.

Staff were already busy at work, making sure everything was perfect. A couple looked nervous as they glanced at Jax, but most were relaxed, chatting, clearly at ease. That was important. If the staff acted cagey, then anyone new to the life might not feel comfortable coming back. The staff was as important as the décor.

Before I could get a good look at things, the side door opened, and a couple walked in, both smiling. She was in her late twenties, with golden blonde curls and dark eyes. He was older, probably by five or six years, with dark hair and serious muscles. Both were extremely attractive, even more so when they smiled, and I wondered who they were.

“Carrie, Gavin! I’m glad you guys could make it.” Jax held out his hand, and both shook. “Everyone, this is Gavin and Carrie Manning.”

It took me a moment to remember why I knew those names, but by the time Jax had gone around and given all our names, I’d remembered.

They owned Club Privé, the hot BDSM club in New York that was so popular, all my brothers and I had gone to it at least once even though we’d never talked about it with each other. It’d been that club that had given Jax the idea for Pothos, though he’d gone with the name of the Greek god of sexual longing, yearning, and desire for his club name.

“I love your club,” Slade said with a smile. He put his arm around Cheyenne and pulled her tight against his side.

I liked her. I liked Syll and Addison too. Each of the women were different, and they were all perfect for my brothers. They balanced each other just like Brea balanced me. While I had no plans to move here, I did want to spend more time with my family.

Something I never thought I’d say.

“Carrie and Gavin’s club gave Jax the idea for Pothos,” I said to Brea.

“It’s a sex club, then?” she asked.

I nodded. “A nice one too.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been there.”

I grinned at her. “I have. It’s where I realized I liked this stuff.”

“Carrie and Gavin both generously gave me advice on various stages of getting things up and running,” Jax continued. “Something they hadn’t needed to do.”

“Especially since you hit on my wife the first time we all met,” Gavin said mildly.

Everyone looked at Syll.

“It was before we met,” Syll said, leaning against Jax. “He already told me about it.”

Jax grinned, an expression I was still getting used to seeing on his face. “See, guys? Be honest with your women, and you won’t end up in the doghouse.”

“Your women?” Syll looked up at him.

“Uh, I think that’s doghouse talk, Jax,” Slade said good-naturedly.

“The place looks great,” Carrie said, easily diffusing things. “I love what you did here. A modern twist on ancient Greek culture.”

That started a whole discussion between the two couples, and it wasn’t really anything I was particularly interested in. Judging by the look on my other brothers’ faces, they weren’t either.

“I think we should grab a drink before the doors open,” Slade said.

Cai tapped him on the back to get his attention and Slade winced. Cai frowned. “Seriously? I barely touched you.”

“I got a new tattoo,” Slade said. He looked down at Cheyenne, and all of us could see the love in his eyes. “Chey designed it just for me.”

“That’s romantic,” Addison said with a long sigh. “I heard you’re quite the artist.”

“Thank you,” Cheyenne said softly.

Slade looked around the group. “How about that drink?”

“Do you want a drink?” I asked Brea.

Her cheeks flushed. “No, but I’d like to take a walk around. Explore.”

One look in her eyes told me she didn’t want to check out the moldings and flooring. We’d been playing with toys a bit more over the last couple months, and she’d enjoyed everything we’d done so far.

She tugged on my hand, so I leaned down to make it easier for her to whisper in my ear.

“I’m not wearing anything under my dress.”

Shit. I went instantly hard.

“Jax, mind if we check out one of your rooms?” I asked without taking my eyes off the beautiful woman beside me.

“Go for it,” he said. “Key cards are behind the bar. Make sure you lock the door if you don’t want anyone watching…or joining in.”

I looked down at Brea, and the thought of anyone seeing her naked, seeing her flush, seeing the look on her face when she came…fuck no. “I’ll lock the door.”

A few minutes later, I was doing just that.

“Wow.” Brea stood in the center of the room and slowly turned, taking it all in. “That’s a lot of toys. You don’t have this many.”

“That’s because I’m the only one using them. This room is for lots of different people who like different things.” I walked over to the wall and gestured to a huge strap-on. “Like this, for example.”

Her lips quirked up. “Does that mean you’re not into anal?”

I nearly choked on a laugh, and then the sound died in my throat when I realized it was a serious question.

I swallowed hard. “You want to…fuck me?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Not like that. Well, not unless you want me to.”

I crossed over to where she was standing and slid my hands over her hips and up to her breasts. “Not something I’m into…for myself anyway.”

She licked her lips. “Does that mean you’re interested in fucking my ass?”

My hands dropped to said body part. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “There’s a bench to your right. Bend over it.”

She moved to obey, anticipation crackling around her. Any doubts I’d had about her wanting to do this disappeared.

I moved over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Sandalwood scented lube. Who knew.

I picked it up and moved over to where Brea was waiting. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

“You don’t need to try so hard,” she teased. “I’m a sure thing.”

I flipped her skirt up, and I saw that she’d been telling the truth about not wearing underwear. I went down on my knees and palmed her ass, squeezing the firm globes, massaging with my thumbs as I pulled them apart.

“If you change your mind, just say butterfly, and I’ll stop.”

She nodded. “I’ll remember, but I won’t need it. This wasn’t some impulsive decision. I’ve been planning this for a while.”

“Really?”

She looked back at me. “You’re not the only one who likes to try new things.”

Fuck. I loved this woman.

“If that’s the case…” I leaned forward and licked her from clitoris to anus, grinning when she gasped. “Stay still. I’ve got to make sure you’re nice and wet.”

She tried – she really did – but I had a talented tongue, and I put it to good use. I teased her clit until she was on the edge, then moved to her pussy, licking around and inside. When I went back to her ass, she tensed up, but she didn’t stop me. I probed the muscle with the tip of my tongue, then pushed inside.

“Fuck…” she moaned. “Never thought…”

“Relax.” I bit her right cheek hard enough to leave little red indents in her skin. She yelped but didn’t pull away. “Good girl.”

I turned my attention back to the hole I’d be breaching tonight. I wasn’t one to be caught up in counting or obsessing over past sexual partners, but some primal part of me loved the idea of being the first person to take her in this sensitive way.

I continued working my tongue into her ass as I pushed two fingers into her pussy, earning another one of those erotic moans. I worked them together, coaxing her toward orgasm. When she finally came, she did it with a shout, her pussy tightening around my fingers.

She was still trembling as I replaced my tongue with my index finger, sinking it to the first knuckle easily. I stood and squirted some lube on my finger as I worked it in and out. She hissed out a breath, her head falling as I added a second finger.

“Fuck, Blake, fuck fuck…”

“You okay?”

She nodded. “It…burns…but good…ohhhh…”

I decided to take that as a positive thing. I twisted my fingers, and she pushed back against my hand. I did it a couple more times as my free hand managed to get my pants open and down. She was as ready as she could be, and my cock was so hard that I knew I’d have to work to keep from coming right away.

I removed my fingers and was rewarded with a growl. “Easy, babe. I’ll give you something better.”

I slicked my cock with lube before lining up and pushing forward. I kept it slow but steady, the searing heat and vice-like grip just painful enough to keep me from coming.

Brea let out a stream of curses, and I echoed her, my legs barely able to keep me up. Her entire body quivered around and underneath me. I slid my hands underneath her, squeezing her breasts through her dress, rubbing her slit. There was nothing gentle about my touch, and nothing had been calculated to bring her pleasure. It was all about touching her, feeling her. Being with her.

“Blake, please,” she whimpered.

I bit the back of her neck, then straightened. Grabbing her hips, I pulled back, leaving just the tip inside before driving back into her. She cried out, her body shaking.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Touch yourself and don’t stop, not even if you come. Don’t stop until I come.”

She nodded, balancing herself on one hand while she moved the other underneath her, fingers taking over the space my own fingers had just been. She jerked as she found her clit swollen and sensitive, but she began to rub it anyway. I’d barely made two thrusts before she was coming around me.

“Fuck, Brea,” I grunted.

I tried to think of something else, anything that would force my body back under my control, but nothing could distract me from the way she’d tightened around me. I pounded into her, and she kept coming, one wave after another until she was sobbing my name, begging me to finish.

“Please! Come in my ass! Please, Blake! Come! Come! Fuck! Too much! Too much! Come in my ass! Please! Please! Fuck!”

Every inch of me was on fire, and it was all because of this woman. I loved her, and that meant more than any physical sensation ever could. And it was that thought that finally did it for me.

“Fuck! Brea!”

As we went to the floor together, I wrapped my arms around her. “Love you,” I murmured. “So much.”

“Me too.” She put her arms around my neck, pressing her face against my chest. “Love you too.”

I’d never imagined life could be like this, and I never wanted to go back to the way it had been.