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And Joey would certainly have a meltdown. He can barely say the word vibrator. Somehow, someone knew something. Perhaps one of the farmhands? Keiley wondered. Had someone overheard something? The farmhands lived off the farm, they came in the morning and left in the evening. But what else? In between were two pool tables and several seating arrangements with large comfortable chairs, televisions, newspapers, and tables a man could put his feet on.
But it wasn't the ambience that drew the members to the club. It was the chance to socialize with men who understood their ways, accepted them, understood them. He was aware of the bomb he had just dropped, aware that Jethro had been waiting, even more than the others in the club, for the day Mac would choose a third. The club catered to men with a particular sexual taste. Men who had seen the darkness in the world for whatever reason, and searched for peace in the extremity of sharing their lovers with other men.
Men who worshipped the female body. Who believed sex was an adventure and adventures were always more exciting when shared. Especially with someone who understood the particular pleasures to be found in pushing a woman to her sexual limits. In giving her more pleasure than she could have conceived possible. Mac loved it. He thrived on it.
He came here to unwind, to drink, to discuss world affairs, and to either choose a third for his latest lover or to become a third to another man's lover. At least, he used to come here for that. Six months of marriage, and the pressure was beginning to tell on him.
Knowing Jethro was growing more distant, more certain that the woman he had given to Mac would never know his touch, was starting to eat at him.
He knew Jethro's feelings for Keiley. Just as he knew that the other man would have never given into them. Mac's easier, more relaxed demeanor had slowly rubbed off on the too rigid, too somber Jethro Riggs. Not that the friendship hadn't been without its problems. They were both dominant men; both tended to want to control the sexual situations that involved their women.
But they learned they each had their own distinctive areas that interlaced perfectly in those relationships. Mac tended to indulge his lovers emotionally, while Jethro indulged them in more physical areas. For years he and Jethro had trained together, worked together, and shared their women together. Until Mac met Keiley. For now. Keiley would have to love any man she took into her bed, even as a third.
But he knew the curiosity was there. He had seen it in the flash of heat in her eyes as she questioned him.
Perhaps later. He was counting on later. His new wife was adventurous, fiery, and curious as hell. But her youth held her back, whereas with other women it lent freedom.
Keiley's past experience with gossip, and the destruction that came with it, wouldn't allow for the sexual games and the eventual bond Mac intended to see her forge with himself and Jethro. Until his wife was more settled, until maturity gained her the edge she would need to overcome her fears, that wasn't going to happen.
It didn't mean Mac was going to forget about it. It just meant that for the time being his plans would have to wait. Moving her back to his hometown would help.
The ways of navigating small towns and gossip was something Keiley needed to understand. But until she learned low to handle the gossip, his hungers and Jethro's would have to wait.
The director was going nuts over that when I left the office. He knows computers better than I do, and he's just finished up a major case.
He has the time to deal with it. I'll help him online if he needs it. The stalker found his victims online, researched them, acquired their personal information, and spent months terrorizing them. In the latest case, he had finally attacked and nearly killed his victim.
He was escalating dangerously. He had drunk here, laughed here, found friends here. Hell, he had even fucked on most of the tables in the room here. Occasionally a married member had petitioned to allow his wife in long enough to get to know the members he had short-listed to act as a third. There had been two female members at one time. One had married and dropped out of membership, though her husband still occasionally brought home a friend.
That relationship was working out much better than Mac had ever thought it would. Most of the married men in the club had found a way to balance those dark hungers with the women they loved. Just as most of them had learned their hungers through the darkness of pasts they rarely spoke of, or lives lived within the shadowed corners of deceit and lies.
They all had their reasons for the hungers that tormented them, just as Mac did. But for him, the thought of his wife's happiness meant more to him than satisfying the shadowed specter that lurked beneath his surface. Not for a while. Not until his wife could handle the thought of another man in her life.
Jethro nodded, but his gaze was knowing, haunted. He knew what Mac meant. As his friend walked away, Mac sat back in his chair, gazed around again, and tried to let the atmosphere seep inside him. A frown tugged at his brow, though. He'd have to remember to remind Dell to requestion the latest victim and her husband. There was something that kept nagging at him about her statement.
Something she had left out. Something he knew he should have asked her, but he couldn't think of what. He would call Dell from the house tonight, and then put it behind him.
Within the next four weeks he would be out of Virginia and back in Scotland Neck. North Carolina was far enough away from his old friends and his hungers to allow him to contain them for a while.