LaceysGame by Shiloh Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

done, he had his equipment packed up.
He figured they had a few more minutes.
    Brogan wouldn’t have left town yet. Not yet. He was stubborn
enough that he’d try to talk to her one more time, at least. That was how Lou
had pegged him.
    Lou just hoped he wasn’t wrong.
     
    The first time he’d seen Lacey, Brogan had all sorts of
fucked-up images in his head. He’d wanted to see her stripped naked and spread
open in front of him. He’d wanted to see her bent down before him, wearing one
of those half corsets she liked that pushed up her breasts—that and a bra.
Maybe a short skirt and the knee boots she loved so much. Then he wanted her on
her knees.
    And he’d had her…all of those ways.
    But there were other ways he’d wanted her…darker journeys
that he’d wanted to take, and the laughter and light he saw in Lacey wasn’t
made for those dark journeys.
    But if a woman went down that road and wasn’t ready for it,
it only led to misery, and a lot of it. It didn’t matter if he could make her
want it. He knew all about making a woman want things. Just as he knew all
about what happened when the haze and the hunger wore off. He’d been there. He
wasn’t doing it again.
    Lacey wasn’t meant for some of the darker roads…
    That was what he told himself.
    And yet he was seeing her there, glaring at the camera,
wearing something that made him want to turn her over his knee and spank her
for letting another man see her, something that made him want to push her
against a wall and fuck her raw.
    His hands were sweating, he realized. Sweating, trembling.
    Clenching his jaw, he threw down the phone. He was leaving.
She’d made herself clear and he couldn’t do what she needed, she couldn’t be
what he needed, in the end. It was better—
    Snarling, he grabbed the phone when it beeped again a few
minutes later.
    I’ll have fun with her if you can’t be bothered.
    “Have fun with her?” Brogan stared at the phone. He didn’t
recognize the number. But he didn’t need to know who it was.
    That friend of hers? Lacey was in for a rude awakening if
she thought Lou was really a friend .
    “You’re helping,” he told himself.
    And he wanted to believe that.
    But even as he tore off down the road, he knew he lied.
     
    Lacey stared at the glass in front of them, voyeuristic
almost. If it was anybody but Lou, there was no way she’d be here. She
would have walked out so fast, she might have broken an ankle.
    But this was Lou.
    And she needed to be distracted.
    “Stop thinking about him,” Lou muttered as he slid the black
leather cuffs around her wrists.
    She shot him a look through her lashes. “Who says I’m
thinking about anybody but you?”
    “I know you.” Lou sighed, dipped his head and stroked his
lips down the curve of her neck. “Ever think how much easier our life would
have been if you would have just fallen madly in love with me?”
    Lacey laughed, arched her neck over. “I did that…and it was
wonderful. Until I realized that you and I are just a little too much alike and
that you’ll never stop playing games.”
    “No.” He gave her wrists another tug, checked to make sure
the leather wasn’t biting into her flesh. “I’m all about playing games and you
know it.”
    “Yes.” She continued to stare at the reflective glass in
front of them. Normally, her breath might have hitched at the sight. Lou knew
how to set a scene—it was dark in there. Nothing but a chair and the lights and
a single mattress. It had a gritty, almost dirty look to it, but it wasn’t. Lou
was too fastidious for that. It screamed raw and rough, but if she knew
anything about Lou—and she did—the bed would be comfortable, the sheets would
be clean, as would the chair. “What’s with the glass?”
    He shrugged, stroking a finger down the front of her chest.
    Lacey shivered. Under his touch, her nipple puckered and
stabbed against the lace of the bra.
    Dipping his head, he closed his mouth around it and