Page 19 of Wild Night
I know without a doubt that it could not, and now I have to wonder if this is what Ivy wants. Because if it is, I can just slip into the bedroom, lock the door, grab my shit, go to the motel in town, and wait for Dakota to come back.
“C’mon, babe,” Ivy murmurs, grasping my hand with his.
He moves toward the hallway, and I happily follow behind him. I’m not sure what to say or think about all the things I just witnessed. I couldn’t even look at any of the guys’ faces. I don’t know who was doing what to whom. All I know is that I saw a lot of body parts in just a few minutes.
Once we’re inside the bedroom, which I assume is my bedroom for the time being, Ivy closes the door behind him, and I hear the dead bolt lock into place. Turning around to face him, I open my mouth to say something, although I’m not even sure what. Thankfully, Ivy speaks first, and I snap my lips closed.
“That is the life here, princess,” he begins.
I don’t respond, mainly because I’m not sure how to react to that. So, instead of saying anything, I continue to watch him, waiting to hear what he’s going to say next.
“That doesn’t mean you have to do any of it. Those girls do it because it’s their job.”
His words fill me with nothing more than confusion. I don’t understand fully what’s being said here. So I ask, knowing that if I don’t get clarification, it could mean I’m complicit in something and putting myself in hot water.
Honestly, I’ve been in enough trouble as it is. I do not need any extra coming my way. I’m rethinking my living situation right about now. The motel is seeming like the right choice, even if I’m probably a hell of a lot safer from the outside world right here. What I’m not safe from are the inner workings of this club.
“Job?” I ask.
“A job,” he confirms. “They give their bodies, and the club takes care of them in exchange.”
Give their bodies.
“So they’re prostitutes.”
He shrugs, and honest to freaking God, I cannot believe that he’s so nonchalant about this. He’s an attorney. How could he be okay with this? But he continues speaking, and I find myself wondering if maybe I’m the weird one.
The odd woman out because by the time he’s finished, he’s made it make so much sense that I’m questioning everything.
“They can leave any time they want. Nobody is making them stay here. They know that for parties, they need to be ready and down for whatever. But if, for whatever reason, they don’t want to fuck someone, they can turn it down. They usually don’t. It’s mutually beneficial, and they know they are safe with us.”
Safe.
I need that, but I’m not sure I could do the hooker thing to be that way. Although desperate times, I guess…
IVY
I can see the wheels turning inside of her head, and I want to ensure her that she will not be a clubwhore… like fucking ever, but I don’t. Something holds me back. I’m not sure what, but it does.
She doesn’t ask me if we want her to be one. The answer would be and will always be absolutely fucking not. Even if she’s not officially claimed, she’s still mine, and mine she will stay.
Posey could marry someone else, have his babies, and do whatever the fuck, but as far as this club is concerned, she’s mine, and nobody else can even look at her sideways, especially goddamn Viking.
“Any other burning questions?” I ask.
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head once. My lips twitch into a smirk. Good. Fucking great. Because I’m ready to eat her before I fuck her. In that order… well, maybe throwing in a blow job for me in the mix.
I would never turn down a blow job, not fucking ever.
“I’m never going to understand it, am I?”
My lips twitch into a smirk. “Understand it? Yeah, maybe one day. Like it? Never.”
She’s never going to like it. No good woman would, but it’s the way of the club. It’s the way of the life, and it’s something that is never going to change. Even though this relationship is fake as fuck, she’s going to have to accept it or… or nothing. There is no choice.
Posey wrinkles her nose, then she takes a single step toward me, then another, stopping when she’s so close that I can smell her. Dipping my chin, I shift my face closer to hers. I curve my fingers around her hips, gripping her as I pull her body against mine.
She falls against me, her hands lifting between us and landing on my chest as her head tips back and her eyes find mine. “You aren’t one of them. You never will be,” I say.
