Make Me (The Club #17) by Cathleen Ross, The Club Book Series Read Free Book Online Page A

my sister goes?"
    "A lot of people go," Ryan conceded. "Cari, you lived in New York, something like this cannot possibly be new to you."
    "Of course it's not new, but knowing my sister goes there, knowing you go to a sex club: that's news to me. Especially as you insisted you weren't a player. What was it you called yourself?" Cari paused. "I seem to recall you using the words, 'One woman man.'"
    "But that's exactly what I am. Cari, Jet opened the club in January 2014. I was deployed then and I was still with my girlfriend, Kerry. Jet gave us both a membership when he started The Club. Kerry wanted to go so I went when I had my first leave."
    "And?"
    Ryan looked grim. "I don't like talking about my past relationship. Accepting that membership was the worst thing I've ever done."
    "Ryan, I need to trust you and right at this moment, I've had the rug pulled out from under me."
    "Fine." Ryan blinked. "But what I'm going to tell you is upsetting, so prepare yourself. At first going to The Club was fun. I like having a drink and Kerry liked to dance. The music was great."
    Cari sat there staring at him, knowing this wasn't the full story. She was a good listener so she didn't try to fill in the silence.
    "There are rooms upstairs where people go to have sex." He glanced over at the sideboard at a picture of the twins Cari had put on the sideboard. "Some people like to watch, others to be watched."
    "And you?"
    "There was no way I was okay with anyone watching me and Kerry have sex even though she wanted to. I like my sex life to be private and I know Jet has cameras everywhere."
    "It would be kind of creepy of your cousin watching you on the surveillance cameras," Cari said, wrinkling her nose at the thought.
    "Exactly. Plus the Suits check the monitors. I preferred the privacy of my own home."
    She agreed with him on that one.
    "Kerry wanted to try spanking with other people in the room. There's a chamber for that." His eyes lit up. "It was fun at first. Sexy. I insisted Kerry keep her clothes on but many women took theirs off. But, hey, I liked putting her over my knee."
    "I'd like to try that one too," Cari said huskily. "But not in front of people."
    "I missed that one on your fantasy list." Ryan made a grab for her and pulled her close but Cari wriggled out of his grasp.
    "Stop. I still have questions to ask."
    Ryan let her go immediately.
    Was Ryan over Kerry? Was he ready to move on? God knows it was hard enough for her to see someone else other than Rob. She had to know what she was getting in to if she continued to date Ryan. "Did you get into the heavy stuff?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "Domination."
    "Cari, some women like that. Hell, you enjoyed it last night but I don't like to get rough. That's not me. When it comes to sex, I admit, I like to be the dominant partner but if you don't enjoy something I expect you to tell me. That's why I built in the safe word when we played."
    She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing his words rang true. "You were wonderful last night, but you need to understand, if you want more than anything you've read in my diary, you need to talk to me first."
    This time, Ryan gave her a wry smile, moved closer on the lounge and put his arm around her. "I don't want anyone else. Your diary's enough for me. There's a lot of fun stuff in there."
    She sat stiff-backed unwilling to cuddle in. Something was still bothering her. "That drunk in the restaurant knew you. You're still going to The Club."
    "You're right. I do. But it's not why you think." Ryan's arm fell away from her shoulders and his mouth turned down. "You see Kerry was murdered six weeks ago."
    "What?" Her chin snapped up. Shock shuddered through her body. Holy hell. She hadn't been expecting him to say that.
    Ryan's eyes glistened with misery. "Jet told me when I got home. I've been going every night to check out the crowd at The Club, especially anyone who seems rough with the women. Jet and all the Suits are on high alert."
    "Haven't they