Chapter 4

Kipp

EARLIER THAT NIGHT

I can't believe I let Grady talk me into coming out tonight, specifically here, the newest nightclub in town.

Once I stepped inside and saw the strobing lights, packed tables, and bodies gyrating against each other on the dance floor, I knew we were too fucking old to be here. Every single person in this place could probably be our kid; this is more like a place I would expect to see my daughter in. In fact, I glance around the room quickly to see if she is here, relief washing over me when I don't spot her.

We have a rocky relationship at best. To be honest, I'm sick of the way she treats Grady. It's going to be hard, but I'm going to have to lay down the law with her. She needs to learn if she can't accept me and Grady being together, then she's going to have to stay away.

This place is fucking packed, but we manage to find two recently vacated stools at the bar and order two Jack and Cokes. We turn and I look around, remembering the glory days of my youth. Hell, I met Grady in a club very similar to this one, so many years ago that the memory of it seems ancient.

The night draws on and after a couple of hours and one too many drinks, I need to head to the bathroom. I kiss him on the cheek and make my way through the crowd, surprised by the number of women who flirt with me as I pass them. I guess older men are in right now.

Getting to the back of the club, I see a long line and sigh. Just my luck. However, as I approach, it seems the line is for the women's restroom, where they are standing in groups of three or more, giggling about whatever guy is trying to hook up with them for the night.

When I get back out into the main area of the club, I don't see Grady at the bar. Scanning the room, my eyes land on him. I would know that ass anywhere; high and tight enough to bounce a quarter off of. But it's the fucking goddess he's dancing with—well, let's be honest, grinding on—that has my attention.

Most people would think I'd be jealous, especially seeing how we're married, but it's not like that with us. We knew from the beginning that we were both bi and very sexual beings. While we love each other more than words, we know we still need to have a woman, and occasionally a man, in our bed. Our relationship is very open. As long as we find someone we both want and can share, we're okay with it.

What's the saying? The more the merrier.

This woman is insanely fucking hot. Model worthy. She's curvy in all the right places, hips to hold on to while you're fucking her from behind, or in our case, from below as well. And her hair is the most beautiful shade of brown I've ever seen. She's wearing some tight as fuck black leather shorts with her ass cheeks hanging out, and a black corset with stones all over it.

Something about her looks vaguely familiar, but I can't for the life of me figure out why. While I watch the two of them together, I try to remember where I've seen her before, but the blood rushing to my cock makes it difficult. She's probably just an intern or secretary at work. They rotate in and out of the office so frequently that I can never keep up.

I see our seats are still empty, so I head back and order some more drinks for us and a fruity drink for the beauty I hope to be seeing up close and personal very soon. Before the bartender steps away, I also order a round of tequila shots. There's this lingering feeling in my gut that this is going to be a good night. My annoyance with Grady for dragging me out here tonight slowly slips away.

When the beat of the song changes, Grady and the dark-haired beauty pull apart, but he grabs her hand and leans in, whispering something in her ear. She throws her head back laughing, before they head my way.

My tongue glides across my bottom lip as I let my eyes trail down the length of her body. Stopping briefly at her bountiful breasts spilling out over the corset top she's wearing, I continue down to her small waist and bare stomach. Fuck, she's a snack I want to eat every night.

They step up to where I'm at and he offers her his stool. They're both covered in a sheen of sweat, their skin glistening under the strobing lights, and I love it.

"Ollie, this is my husband, Kipp," Grady introduces us, and her eyes go wide in shock. He's so used to introducing me that way, he must've forgotten to tell her that teeny bit of information.

"It's lovely to meet you. I'm guessing by the look on your face that my husband forgot to tell you the fact he's married."

"That he did. I'm so sorry, if I would've known, I wouldn't have danced with him like that or come over here. I'm not a homewrecker." I can see the pain in her eyes, thinking that's what she's done.

"Well, you know, what can you expect? He can't have it all, beauty and brains." It does exactly what I want and pulls a laugh from her, lightening the mood a little.

"Aww, don't let him fool you. He loves me just the way I am. What I should have explained to you, Ollie, is that we have an open relationship. We're bi, and well, sometimes we want more than just cock." Grady places his hand on her shoulder as he talks, giving it a gentle squeeze, and I reach out, putting my hand on her knee, letting it slide up her thigh, stopping just short of the apex of it.

She takes her time, biting on that plump, pouty bottom lip as her gaze shifts between the two of us. It seems like time stands still until she finally blows out a breath of air, breaking the trance I'm in.

"Okay," she squeaks, but the grin creeping up on her face tells me all I need to know.

"How about a shot to celebrate? I got us all a round of drinks and tequila shots." I reach back to the bar for the waiting shots in the bar. Handing a shot glass to each of them, I pick up some salt. "Can we lick this off your neck?" Her eyes widen a fraction, but she nods. Pushing the stray strands of her hair that have come loose from her braids out of the way, I tilt her head to the right and then left, sprinkling some on both sides before Grady and I simultaneously lean in to lick it off.

"Now, my turn." She grabs the salt from my hand and sprinkles some on each of our necks. When she leans in, the feel of her tongue on me sends chills down my spine and I shiver, my cock hardening instantly.

"To tonight," I cheer, and we all take our shot. I slam my glass down on the counter and hand out the drinks.

"So, what brought the two of you out tonight?" she asks, as she sips on her cocktail.

"Some guys at work were talking about this place and we thought we should stop in and check it out. Once we got inside, we knew we were way too old for it."

"But we figured we'd go ahead and have a good time. Meeting you was definitely the highlight of the night," I add to Grady's comment. "How about you?"

"Let's see. My boyfriend, the guy I thought was going to ask me to marry him, cheated on me with my best friend since childhood while I was out of town. So my other friend dragged me out tonight to keep me from moping around my house."

"What a douche! There's no way this girl could be as attractive as you. Honestly, good riddance. If he was going to cheat on you while you were out of town, imagine what could have happened when you were married. And the woman? She was never a friend. Let the fuckers have each other. Their loss is our gain." Rage fills me for this sweet goddess in front of me.

"Yeah. That's what Bre keeps telling me. She didn't care for my best friend from the moment she met her. Her exact words about tonight. What better way to celebrate his loss than with drinks, dancing, and getting underneath somebody new?"

"How about two somebodies, one underneath you while you ride his cock and the other railing you from behind?" Her eyes widen at my words and I have to reach down and adjust my cock. Something that doesn't escape her attention.

"So I'd be with both of you? See the two of you together?" Her voice is low, even though with the thumping of the music, no one outside of our little bubble would hear her.

"Yes. Now would you like another drink? To dance some more? Or would you like to come back to our place?" I ask. Praying, she goes with the last one.

"Well. Let me think." She bites her bottom lip and smirks. What a minx she is.

"Let us help you make a choice." I lean into her, crashing my lips onto hers, biting softly on them before forcing my tongue inside her mouth. My hand slips behind her head, gripping her hair softly, pulling her closer, as I swallow her moans. I release her, giving her a moment to breathe before Grady does the same.

"Let me just tell Bre I'm leaving and not to worry." She stands and hurries across the room, to whom I assume is Bre. The woman has another woman's back pulled flush against her body. I watch as they exchange conversation, glancing over at Grady and me. She's only there for a minute or two before she's heading back our way.

"Ready to go?" she asks. We both stand, each of us taking one of her hands and lead her out of the club.