Aline Hunter - Make Me Shiver

She studied him quietly before she rolled her eyes, exhaled as if annoyed and nodded.

“In order for you to understand what happened this morning, you have to understand the situation.” He drew a deep breath, hoping like hell Lacey was the compassionate woman he believed her to be, and started from the beginning. “Aly met the man who introduced her to BDSM when she was seventeen. He was sixteen years older than her and took advantage of her inexperience and youth. By the time she graduated from high school she was living with him. He demanded a full-time, 24/7 D/s relationship. She lived with him for seven years as a full-time slave until a couple of years ago when he packed a bag, removed Aly’s collar and told her he was moving. He’d already put the house on the market and purchased a condo in San Francisco. He left her with enough money to get back on her feet and start over.”

The agitation in Lacey’s face became replaced by sympathy. “That’s horrible.”

He nodded in agreement. “As someone who had been told what to do for over a quarter of her life, Aly had a hard time returning to a world in which she had to make all of her own decisions. Her family had cut her off when she left home, which meant she only had a few connections through the club. By the time I met her she’d managed to conceal just how much she needed the full-time lifestyle.

We explored a relationship for a few weeks but when it became apparent that she was going to require that level of commitment I ended it and told her she needed to find someone who could give her what she needed.”

“But she was at your house today, and she let herself in.”

“It was bad luck. Aly’s hurting and she came to me to see if I would reconsider. Your being there was nothing more than shitty fucking timing.” He waited, allowing her to process the information.

“Some Doms like to have more than one submissive. I’m not one of them. I don’t have any interest in fucking other women or adding more to the mix. My kink doesn’t extend to ménage situations, swapping up or multiples play. I don’t want another woman, and as I sure as shit don’t want another man touching you.”

“What was last night to you?” Her tear-swollen eyes were pensive, her hair tangled around her shoulders. He heard the misery in her voice, saw how much it hurt her to ask the question. “Was I just some woman you brought home for the night?”

Moving closer, he lifted his hand and cupped her chin. “You will never be ‘just some woman’, Lacey. Last night was something I’ve never experienced before. Something special.”

Tears were brimming in her eyes, the watery sheen so heavy that her misery would spill onto her cheeks and cascade down her face in salty trails.

“I don’t know if I can believe that.”

“Then let me prove it to you. I know this has happened fast between us—too fast in a lot of ways. Give me a chance to show you that you’re the only woman I need.” Rising over the couch, he leaned close, lips so near to hers he could feel the caress of her breath. “The only woman I want.”

He waited, wanting her to make the decision, knowing that the choice to move forward was no longer his to make. It was agony, watching her eyes as she internalized his words, when all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.

“We’re so different, Michael,” she said after a lengthy pause. “Aside from great sex, we don’t even know if we’re compatible.”

It was difficult not to demand that she remember everything they’d shared the evening before, to force her to face the fact that something was happening between them, when he realized she might not give them a second chance. Sure, there was sex, but there was also something a hell of a lot more substantial than a satisfying fuck. He’d once thought he was too proud to beg, but he was coming pretty damn close.

The thought of losing her before he ever had her…

“Don’t walk away from something you might regret letting go of later. You might not want to admit it but we have a lot more in common than you think. I’m not just talking about kink. There is more than sex between us and you know it.”

“I need some time to think.” She shook her head, sighing. “First Scott and now you.”

That brought him up short. “What about Scott and me?”

Her short laugh was a bitter. “I caught Scott in the copy room with his secretary. That was why I got stuck in the storm. He didn’t expect me to show up at his office so he thought he would get away with it.”

Calmness suddenly became anger. The pansy-ass attorney bastard had cheated on Lacey. The piece of shit had fucked around on her.

“I’m going to beat the hell out of him.”

She blinked several times, as if she’d expected him to respond differently. “That’s not necessary. He and Karen can have each other.”

“You’re damn right they can.” He moved forward until his chest was pressed against her knees.

“I’m nothing like Scott. He’s a prick who has no idea what he let go.”

They pulled apart at an unexpected pounding on the door, accompanied by a deep and commanding baritone. “This is the Pleasant View City Police.”

Lacey eyes went wide in panic. “Oh no. Oh shit.”

“Just great. Wonderful. Why don’t we invite everyone over on my one day off?” Candice rushed into the living room, adjusting her robe, and she wasn’t happy. “Thanks a lot, asshole,” she snapped at Michael, gesturing toward the entrance to her apartment. “You wanted the cops? Call me the genie of your magic lamp. Why don’t you greet our guest and make your wish?”

“Don’t worry.” He reassured Lacey with a wink, giving her leg a soft squeeze as he stood. “I’ve got it.”

To Michael’s relief, the voice coming from the other side of the door was one he recognized. So he wasn’t shocked to see Brady Stone waiting on the other side. He was a big bastard, standing well over six feet, and though he preferred his women to give the orders, he was damn dangerous when provoked. As one of the submissives at Fantasia, Brady kept his social circles small, concerned word of his lifestyle could adversely affect his job.

Brady frowned when he saw him. “Mike? What the hell are you doing here?” He peered over Michael’s shoulder and met Candice’s outraged glare. When their gazes locked her expression changed, going from furious to ashen. She looked away, pulled her robe tighter around her and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“We received a call of a domestic disturbance.” Brady continued staring at Candice, practically devouring her with his eyes.

“A disagreement, not a disturbance.” Michael glanced at Lacey as she rose from the chair, coming into Brady’s line of sight, and walked to the door. “Everything’s fine now.”

“Is that right?” Brady turned his attention to Lacey.

“Yes, it is.” Lacey bravely walked over, although Michael noted the tentative falter in her step.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, Officer,” she glanced at his badge, “Stone.”

Brady’s lip quirked as he suppressed a smile. “Trouble in paradise, Mike?”

“Just a misunderstanding.” Bending at the waist, Michael spoke quietly into Lacey’s ear, “I understand that you need time to think but this isn’t over. I’m not going to let you walk away. Not a second time.”

God help him, she turned bright red, gnawed on her lip and nodded. Did she have any idea what that did to him? How much it turned him on? Made him want to draw her close, tear down her defenses and keep her by his side?

“Since that’s settled,” Candice remarked briskly, back to her usual demeanor, although she seemed damn determined not to look in Brady’s direction, “do you mind getting the hell out of my apartment?”

Michael peered down at Lacey. “Can I drive you home?”

The indecision on her face was like a punch to the gut, which made the relief he experienced when she murmured, “Let me get my boots and bag,” all the more profound. Candice followed behind Lacey as she went for her things, whispering something Michael couldn’t decipher.

When they were out of earshot, Brady said, “It’s about time you got back on the horse.”

“That it is.”

“Who is she? I’ve never seen her at the club.”

“That’s because she’s never been to it.”

“Really? A newbie?” Brady didn’t attempt to mask his surprise.

Michael nodded curtly as Lacey returned, knowing exactly what Brady was thinking.

Newbies on the scene went one of two ways. They either embraced their inner kink or they shunned it. Whether in public or private, those who embraced their desires enjoyed the freedom it provided, while those who shunned it kept their less-than-vanilla sexual preferences under wraps, or lived a lie, or genuinely had zero interest in exploring the lifestyle. When it came to relationships in which one person was in the community and the other was not, there was very rarely any middle ground.

As Michael wrapped his arm around Lacey’s waist, said goodbye to Brady and guided her toward the stairs, he decided that no matter what it took he would find a way to make things work.

It started with flowers.

Despite the fact that Michael drove her home, he didn’t press the issue when Lacey informed him that she needed time to think things over. Instead he dropped her off without asking to come inside, told her he’d have her car brought to her the next day and said that she’d hear from him soon.

She’d spent the day thinking things over but wasn’t able to come to any definitive conclusions.

The very next morning as she sat down to return emails and reschedule the work she’d missed, she heard a knock on her door. Considering she was nowhere near town, she was impressed when she learned that not only had her vehicle been returned but a florist was waiting on her porch to present her with a large bouquet of roses.