An Eye For An Eye (The Club #11) Read Online Free

me off I might find out.” I grumbled, my breasts aching thinking about last night. My fingers don’t quite do the job because I always wonder if he’s still there...watching…waiting?
    “You know what you need .” Ella joked in the past that we should hook up and I didn’t know if I should have been offended or happy she was offering. If my mystery man wasn’t going to give it up, then what was a girl to do? I couldn’t do that with just anyone, could I? I didn’t want to be alone forever locked away in some ivory tower and my lady parts growing dusty cobwebs.
    “Indeed, but I’m not going to just…with anyone.” A loud shushing noise alerted me to the fact our conversation was overheard and unappreciated. We continued the yoga sequence in silence and my mind wandered leaving my balance unsteady. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I didn’t want to be alone and unsatisfied for the rest of my life with mystery man the highlight to my dark days every few months leaving me confused, wet, and panting.
    Getting into the private locker room after class, I took my time sitting on the bench drinking my water infused with strawberries and basil leaves. “It doesn’t have to be this way Jude.” I almost choked on the refreshing sip of water that soured my mouth. Ella sat next me brushing her hand against my spandex clad thigh. Her finger traced the raised spine of threads along the seam of my pants. Her sweat was a sweet combination of salt and citrus.
    “What do you mean, Ella?” Modestly, I took my towel to wipe the dripping sweat off my brow wishing she would just get to the point. She takes it from me instead swiping down gently and catching the droplets before they fall.
       “Well…there’s this club in town. They have an open night for newbies on Fridays. Maybe we could go? You, know check it out. Maybe experiment? I’ll take care of the details.”
    Suspicions clenched my gut. “What kind of club is it?” Ella continued her ministrations of wiping the sweat from my chest now trailing the soft towel over my shoulders and breasts.
    She doesn’t answer my question and proceeds to prattle on. “A friend of mine is a member. He’d be happy to sponsor us. A fun night, nothing more.”
    “Ella.” Warning her has no affect and I wait for her answer.
    “It’s a sex club, Jude.” Her hand slipped down and cupped my breast gently lifting it from underneath. “I’ve wanted to ask you for a while now, but it never seemed the right time.”
    Her hand continues to round out over my breast with familiarity only another woman could have of female anatomy. She’s gentle but firm in all the ways that draw a groan from within me. I barely touched myself and never let another…until him. He pissed me off and if he were here, I almost wanted him to see that he had no control over the decisions I made in my life good or bad letting Ella touch me.  
    “Oh.” Speechless I kept wondering if this was real or a wicked fraction of my mind imagining Ella’s gentle finger tips play with my nipples over the spandex on my damp sports bra. Her body scooted closer to mine and I felt her breath brush against my ear dizzily dipping lower to lick my collarbone.
    “Yeah. Oh.” Her lips closed over the lobe of my ear biting down slowly, the sting matching the pinch of her fingers over the swollen buds of my breasts. Her touch feels like a match striking flint, sparking a fire, and I’ve got nothing left to extinguish it.
    “Ella, I….” Protesting seemed futile. What Ella was doing to my body felt so good. Fuck, it was more than good, and when she grabbed my hand and led me into the handicapped shower stall I followed her eagerly to explore more of these feelings my nightly visitor had started within me but didn’t finish.
    Just once.
    For once, I wanted something solely for myself where I could let go of all this tension I seemed to be carrying on my shoulders. She started with my sports bra unzipping the front