Additionally, all the Adler siblings were loaded. Not only were their trust funds damned impressive, thanks to Austin Adler’s remarkable leadership, they’d each become incredibly successful in their own right.
Clovia had enjoyed several scenes at the club with Austin before he’d mated with Charlotte. They’d enjoyed one another’s company, but there had never been any question, it was nothing more than mutual pleasure. When he’d seen her tonight, Master Austin had been polite, acknowledging her in the same way you would any casual business acquaintance. Clovia understood… hell, she’d done the same to Masters and fellow submissives, she encountered outside the club. But it was different when Israel treated her as though they’d never met. She’d been hurt and angry when Master Israel ignored her.
His unique, masculine scent had alerted her to his presence as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. He’d stopped in to check on his new nephew and sister-in-law, given his brother a congratulatory hug, inquired about Dr. B, then one of her co-workers directed him to the waiting room beyond the security doors. It was a testament to his connections, he’d been given access to the employee elevator, and she’d wondered why he was waiting for Dr. B—until she’d seen him carrying the physician to his car.
Clovia had watched Master Israel at the club for almost a year before she finally got the opportunity to scene with him. His touch was magic, but she’d never seen him look at any sub the way he looked at Bristol Banks. Why was he so enthralled with Bristol when it was so obvious, he belonged to her? Where the hell was he taking her? Clovia knew where Dr. B lived, but the taillights of Israel’s car turned in the opposite direction. Maybe he was taking the doctor back to Prairie Winds to get her car. Clovia was still pissed she hadn’t been invited to help with the wedding. She rarely worked weekend shifts but was drafted to help when her supervisor failed to schedule additional staff during the full moon. Hell, the woman had only been a labor and delivery nurse for a fucking decade—you’d think she’d know the ropes by now.
Stepping out of the shadows, Clovia made her way back inside. There wasn’t anything she could do about the situation now—she still had at least another hour before she could go home. Maybe things would make more sense after she got a good night’s sleep. Clovia would make some calls tomorrow and find out what happened after the wedding. Hell, as famous as Kensington Adler was, it may well be on the damned news.
One of the other subs would know whether Master Israel took Dr. B back to her car. Fucking hell, Clovia finally found the man she knew was destined to be hers, then had to watch him carry another woman to his car. There had to be a logical explanation—she just needed to find out what it was.
Chapter Five
Bristol couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this comfortable. The sheets sliding over her heated skin were cool and so smooth, they felt like silk. The fabric was a luxury she never indulged in for herself. She wanted to stretch, just to see how it felt caressing her bare ass.
Wait. Bare? I’m naked? I can’t be naked. I always wear a sleep shirt and panties to bed. Sometimes, I wear socks and yoga pants, but naked? Nope.
“Go back to sleep, Beautiful. You don’t have to be anywhere today, and your body needs rest. You are naked because I want to feel your warmth pressed against mine.”
She didn’t know what time it was, but the room was cool and dark—perfect. She was more comfortable than she’d ever been in her cheap bed, but her bladder was demanding attention. Damn.
“Two minutes. You better be back in two minutes. Don’t doubt for one minute I will come and get you.”
Scrambling out of his embrace, Bristol didn’t worry about flashing her bare bits in Israel’s direction—no doubt he’d seen more memorable asses. He’d seemed more than a little interested in her, but standing on the other side of the bathroom door after she’d finished, the old insecurities started to resurface.
She embraced the kinky side of her personality, but her open-minded view stopped short of feeling confident about her naked body. It didn’t matter how much time she spent, toiling away in the hospital’s gym, Bristol had too many curves to be considered slender. Crickets, two of those well-rounded, bouncy features would have been on full display when she’d sprinted across Israel’s bedroom a minute ago.
The door opened with a whoosh, startling her, and she let out a quick shriek of surprise.
“Time’s up.”
She probably should have been scandalized, seeing Israel in all his naked glory, but the truth was, she was too fascinated to be shocked. His cock was wide awake, reaching almost to his belly button and… huge. As a physician, Bristol understood the mechanics of sex and the body’s ability to adapt and stretch… but there were limits. There have to be limits. Right?
A significant portion of her work time was spent watching women push babies the size of small watermelons through a channel ordinarily the width of a couple of fingers. She was always amazed by the human body—frighteningly frail and remarkably resilient at the same time. Truthfully, it was shocking humans hadn’t died off centuries earlier.
“Your mind whirls very quickly, Dr. B.” He sounded as if he was trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. She knew she’d cycled through several topics in the time it took him to take a couple of deep breaths. Hell, the way her gaze locked on his morning woody made her wish he would just get on with it and fuck her into a stupor.
“Come back to bed. The sun won’t be up for hours, and I already know you’re off today.” She started to ask how he knew she was off today, but he shook his head, laced their fingers together, and tugged her back to bed. “I wasn’t snooping into your private business—although I’ll never take that off the table where your health and safety are concerned. You were muttering in your sleep, talking about how you were looking forward to a weekend off. We’ll talk later. You need sleep, and my self-control is not without limits, Beautiful. Your scent is making me so hard, I’m afraid my damned cock is going to split its skin. The sleep-tousled hair, pink blush, and inquisitive eyes are going to move this along much faster than you’re ready for, Bristol.”
Fuckity fuck. She could feel the heated blush moving over her so quickly, it felt like she’d been dipped in liquid fire. She’d never been comfortable with her body, but she took a deep breath, grateful his expression didn’t hold any judgment. The only thing she saw in his eyes was concern and desire. He got into the enormous bed and held the cover open for her.
“Come. Lie down next to me, so we can go back to sleep before the last thread of my fraying control snaps. There are only two ways for that to end, Beautiful. I’ll either fuck you until neither of us wants to move for hours, or we’ll go to the playroom.” His eyes darkened, and she assumed her ass would pay the price if that was the path she chose.
Letting her eyes drift around the room, she wondered if there were any shirts in the nearby chest of drawers. A t-shirt would help her sleep, anything to cover her bare breasts and ass. “Don’t even think about it, Bristol.” Heaving a sigh, she got back in bed and laid stiffly at the edge of the mattress.