Free Game On (The Morgan Brothers Book 4) by Avery Gale Page A

her Caila’s height, but as far as she could tell that’s where the similarities ended. Damn, she’s stacked. Why couldn’t I have gotten breasts like those? The pretty blonde must have been wearing several layers of clothing, damn, she looked like she was sweltering under the stage lights. The woman was blindfolded and being hustled toward the edge of the stage by what Caila assumed was supposed to be a horny bunch of ancient thugs. Hell, being blindfolded and manhandled would probably make her sweat, too. When Caila realized she’d been seeing herself in the other woman’s position instead of listening, she tried to focus on the scene playing out in front of her.
    By the time, she realized her neighbor was one of the men strapping the woman to a St. Andrew’s cross, she was looking for the exit. This was going to be way more information about Phoenix Morgan than she wanted to know, but her eyes kept returning to the stage. Caila stood mesmerized, unable to move, even when she knew she should. The sound of fabric shredding sent a flood of heat racing over her skin. She hadn’t been able to suppress the shudder that worked up her spine and cringed when male chuckles surrounded her. Terrific.

Chapter Eight
    A spen’s mind reeled as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. It looked like someone had inserted a cross-section of a castle into the large open area at one end of the club’s main playroom. The décor was so eerily close to what she’d described in her fantasy it stole her breath. She froze halfway up the steps, but Jax obviously wasn’t in the mood to delay his own gratification because he simply wrapped his enormous hands around her waist and lifted her up the last few steps.
    Once she was on the stage everything around her faded into the background. She forgot how hot she was in the layers of clothing she wore; despite the fact she felt like she was being roasted alive. Blinking in an effort to bring the large room back into focus, Aspen let her eyes dart around the room. The club certainly wasn’t filled to capacity, but there were more people standing around the stage than she’d expected. Between Nate and Jax, she’d gotten bits and pieces of what was planned. But now that she saw how they’d managed to transform the stage area into an ancient castle, she knew how close they’d played their cards to their chests.
    She heard a commotion at the back of the club and felt adrenaline begin to course through her veins. Aspen looked for Jax just as he faded into the shadows at the back of the stage. Remembering the promise he’d made upstairs, she knew he wasn’t going far. The security she felt knowing he was nearby made all the difference, it was the only thing keeping her from running from the room. The entire production was overwhelming, to say the least. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to set this up, and Aspen was becoming more and more uncomfortable not knowing who was responsible.
    By the time she turned her attention back to the stage, men dressed in what looked like ancient military garb had rushed up the steps and quickly surrounded her. They said little as they restrained her and tied a silk blindfold over her eyes. She smiled to herself at their use of fine silk, not period appropriate, but she was grateful for their lapse. They held her arms tight—but far from the punishing grip she’d described in her writing, obviously they didn’t want to risk hurting her. They started to hustle her from where she’d been standing, but hadn’t made it off the stage when Aspen felt the men halt abruptly. A few seconds later a commanding voice ordered them to release her and to step back.
    Aspen almost missed the first brush of air as someone moved past her. They’d been close…very close, but hadn’t actually touched her. Her senses were on high alert, but she stood perfectly still waiting for some clue who she was dealing with. Warm breath against her ear startled her, but when