Sweetest Salvation (2 page)

Eyes sad, Bridget stepped
closer and wrapped an arm around Andy’s waist. “I miss seeing him. He was the
most special man.”

Andy didn’t understand why
she felt so drawn to this woman. Perhaps it was their shared appreciation and
love for Patrick. Or maybe she simply understood and didn’t push Andy to share
feelings or try to take care of her.

She slid her arm around
Bridget’s slim waist and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Thank you. I know he
enjoyed your company whenever we were here. You and he shared great many jokes
and laughter. He adored you.”

Bridget sniffled and stepped
back when her phone rang. Over Bridget’s shoulder, Andy saw Hunter’s name come
up on the screen and moved back a few feet. “Duty calls. Go ahead. I’m just
going to wander.”

“I won’t let him know you’re
here, Andy.
Zander
texted me about your wish for privacy.”
She pushed a button
on her phone and spoke into it. “Mr. Sullivan, how are you this evening?”

With a final wave at Bridget,
Andy turned and followed another hallway farther into the club.

Erotic pictures of men and
women locked in embraces, women pleasuring other women and groups of people
finding ecstasy in one another’s arms lined the walls. Andy remembered the
first time she’d walked this area.

Arm in arm with Patrick, her
cheeks flushed in embarrassment, she’d averted her gaze repeatedly.
Only to shift back often when curiosity got the better of her.
Patrick always kissed her heated cheeks and chuckled.
He’d wanted to show her all the pleasures of the flesh that he could.

Theirs had been an honest and
trusting marriage full of hot nights, erotic weekend trips and lovemaking that
continued to haunt her dreams. He’d shown her in more ways than she could count
just how much he loved her. Every day had been something new, some sexy and
erotic text or letter on the pillow beside her when he’d left for work.

They hadn’t needed Club
Splendor to spice up their marriage. Some nights she’d been so exhausted from
the multiple orgasms he’d give her that she’d felt drunk afterward. When he’d
first told her about the club, she’d balked and said absolutely not. But the
more he’d told her about the pleasures people found there, the more her
curiosity and imagination ran rampant. Within a month, they’d made their first
trip to the club and had become members a week later.

She found the titillating and
exciting sex within the club’s walls added a higher level of electricity and
stimulation to their sex life. From threesomes to D/s relationships to females
pleasuring one another…acts she quickly realized that she loved to watch. She’d
never thought of herself as a voyeur before, but couldn’t leave the club any
evening without witnessing something. Most nights she and Patrick had made use
of one of the rooms, the toys there and the exhilaration of being watched as
well.

The club was exclusive and
Hunter was firm about who were given the right of passage to walk the halls and
interact with other members. He screened every couple carefully. Safety for
everyone was his main priority.

Her teeth clenched thinking
of Hunter.

She couldn’t face him tonight.
Oh he’d be livid when he learned she was there. She and Patrick had never
entered the club without the other present. It had been a silent agreement they
had and no other members had approached them to join in their fantasies
separately.

Many members often requested
their interaction with them, but she and Patrick had chosen not to enter such
situations. They would rather look and not touch. Within months, others had
stopped approaching them. Patrick had told her once that Hunter had made it
known that they didn’t wish to interact with anyone else so they’d stopped
asking.

Hunter had also made it known
that he would take care of cancelling her membership to the club after
Patrick’s death. At the time, she hadn’t thought anything of it and didn’t
comment. But this past week, as she’d thought of returning to the club and the
need to do so overwhelming her, anger over the fact that he’d have the audacity
to make such a decision for her was all-consuming. Who the hell was he to
interfere in her life?

It was her life, not his.
Her plan.
How far she was willing to go tonight was unlike
anything she’d done before.

She needed to absorb the
memories of happier time with her husband. Except her recent thoughts were
darker, more punishing than anything she’d ever considered pushing herself
into.
The Images running through her mind were so different
and beyond what she’d shared with Patrick. Oddly enough, they made some of her
agony more bearable.

Andy didn’t understand the
driving need to take part in activities that she hadn’t before, but felt
dangerously close to the edge. Sometimes she wished she had the courage to end
the misery herself, but never could.

She had no idea what else to
do.

Stopping in front of Room
Six, Andy took a deep breath. Hunter had been gracious enough to give her and
Patrick an exclusive room to use. A perk of Patrick’s friendship with him, she
supposed.

She’d always liked the extra
privacy having a room to
themselves
allowed. And she
loved it even more that windows lined one wall of the room, affording her the
ability to watch other couples or groups having sex.

Hand on the doorknob, she
closed her eyes and turned it. Walking into the room, her breath hitched. Tears
filled her eyes.

Just seeing the familiar
surroundings, she wanted to flee. The soft, black leather sofa and matching
loveseat where she and Patrick had made love countless times called to
her.
 
She closed the door and walked over
to the sofa. She sat and ran her hands over the material. Cool to the touch.
She shivered.

She set her now empty glass
on the side table and leaned back. The comfort of the sofa felt good against
her back and the air conditioning cooled her heated skin. Smiling gently,
relaxation set in a little.

For the first time in nearly
a year, a sense of calm washed over her. She was glad she’d come here. She
missed Patrick terribly, but needed to find some way to release the guilt and
loneliness that threatened to consume her.

Andy reached out and picked
up the remote on the side table. She pointed it at the wall in front of her and
a curtain opened.

Behind the glass, a young
couple—if she had to guess they were probably in their late twenties—captured
her attention.

A bed sat in the middle of
the small room. The room was barely bigger than a bathroom with only a small
vanity and commode. But the surroundings weren’t what she was really interested
in looking at.

Bound, hands tied behind her,
a blonde woman stood with legs apart and stared straight ahead. Naked but for
nipple clamps, nipples extended, she was a beautiful sight. A man stood to the
side of her with a long, black flogger in his hand. Dressed only in blue jockey
shorts, his cock stood at full attention.

Andy wet her dry lips.

Dark hair, flat and rippled
abs, muscular build, the man was sexy.
Powerful.
Her
pussy quivered.

She closed her eyes. Guilt
rushed over her as desire and adrenaline mixed in. There hadn’t been with
another man since Patrick and she never wanted to be with anyone.

But when she lifted her gaze
and watched the man run the flogger over his partner’s body, slapping her
breasts and pulling the nipple clamps, the desire to join them nearly choked
her.

She’d never joined any of the
couples before.

There never seemed to be a
need to allow anyone else into the sex she and her husband shared.

But now, the need was strong.

With a deep sigh, Andy
resolved
herself
to the inevitable. The same thoughts
that had plagued her all week, to do something different, break out of hiding
and find a way to make the pain go away, rushed back.
Even if
only for one night.

Her guilt and pain would never
go away, but maybe for a little while she could put it aside to feel something
else.
Anything that didn’t feel nearly as suffocating.
 
She didn’t deserve to move beyond her own
pain, but needed to find a way to endure it.

Andy stood and moved across
the room.
 
With a light knock on the
window, she hit another button on the remote in her hand. The man’s gaze lifted
and stared wide-eyed at her.

All rooms were outfitted with
the windows to fulfill their voyeuristic pleasures, but if the patrons wished
to participate, they only had to push the “view” button and those on the other
side of the glass could see them too. Participation only needed to be
requested, and then it would be up to the couple or group to allow another
person into their pleasure.

She pushed the “slide” button
and the glass parted in the middle. She smiled, appreciating the ingenuity of
the club’s devices and hidden gems.

The couple stared at her.

She took a deep breath.
“Hello,” she greeted them with a small smile and set the remote on the table
beside the window.

The woman blinked, her blue
eyes meeting Andy’s.

Andy shifted her feet, unsure
what to say to the woman who might not want another female joining in their
interlude.

She didn’t feel awkward for
long when the man reached out his hand. She hesitated just a few seconds, then
laid hers in his and climbed the few steps into the room.

“I’m Nolan,” he smiled and
brushed his thumb over the back of her hand.

Sparks exploded along her arm
and she clenched her thighs together as she came to a standstill.

He was a fine-looking man and
his presence so close sent shivers down her spine. His hazel eyes swam with
desire and kindness. She hadn’t been this close to a man in so long. She
swallowed, nipples beading beneath her bra. Her hand tightened in his and she
smiled back.

“This is my wife, Paige.”

“I’m Andy. Sorry to
interrupt.” She paused. What did she say? That she wanted to fuck him while his
wife watched?
“Um.”

“Don’t be shy, Andy, we’ve
been members here a long time. We know the routine.”

She looked at Paige, saw the
understanding and acceptance in her blue eyes. Andy suddenly realized she’d
seen Paige in the club before but had never exchanged words with her. If she
wasn’t mistaken, Paige had also been at her house when Patrick had…

She couldn’t think about that
now. That this woman knew about her recent tragedies was too much. The need to
leave made her turn her back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted you.
Please, let’s just forget about it.” She headed back down the steps, desperate
to get away.

“Wait, Andy. Please.” Paige’s
soft voice compelled her to turn around. Andy stopped on the bottom step and
looked up at the other woman.

Paige looked at her husband.
“Honey, I’m feeling really tired right now. Are you okay if I just sit and watch
you and Andy?”

Her gaze dropped to Andy
again, her eyes conveying the approval to take the offer. How anyone who barely
knew her could be so generous and understanding confused her.

She didn’t deserve anyone’s
kindness. Not after what she’d done.

“Please, I’m going to leave
and let you both enjoy the rest of your evening. Thank you for the offer.”

“Andy, you don’t have to go,”
Paige commented. “Come back up and let Nolan take your worries away. Trust me.
He’s exceptional at making me forget any kind of trouble.”

Andy saw the love, respect
and devotion in the couple’s eyes as they shared gazed at one another.
 

She missed seeing a look like
that staring back at her every day.

Chapter Two

Nolan reached his hand out to
her again. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Andy. It would be my pleasure to
take your cares away for the evening.”

Paige moved to the red
cushioned chair in the corner and crossed her legs. Andy had to admire her
confidence to sit naked like that.

She smiled at Nolan and gave
him a small nod.

Andy put her hand in his once
more and allowed him to help her up the steps. He pulled her into his arms as
she cleared the top. She was caught off-guard when his head swooped low and his
mouth claimed hers. She jerked back with a gasp.

Looking up at him, her hands clenching
his biceps and her pulse raced.

Could she do this? Have sex
with a man who wasn’t Patrick?

No, she had to stop thinking
about him.

Anxious to feel anything
other than guilt and anguish, Andy lifted her arms and circled Nolan’s
shoulders. She lifted her face and their mouths met.

His lips were gentle and
patient as he allowed her to take the lead. Her tongue caressed the brim of his
mouth until it opened. His tongue swirled against hers while his hands
travelled down her back.