Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Jan Graham

getting her name. How do you suppose we find her again?”
    “We’ll find her, or she’ll find us… it’s meant to be. All we have to do is be patient.”
    Fuck patient . What had gotten into Daniel? Was his cock so hard after talking to their Cinderella that he had no blood left anywhere in his body? And where the hell would being patient get them? Christian was never one for sitting back and waiting. He was going to get answers. He had a plan.

    Daniel could hardly believe what he was saying. Maybe he had drunk too much at the party and it had sent him into some kind of euphoric state where the world was perfect and love always found a way. Or maybe it was her. Daniel didn’t expect Christian to understand, but he just felt they would cross paths again. He was sure this was definitely not going to be the only encounter with their cheeky fairy-tale girl. After his observations tonight, Daniel was positive that if they had come across as overbearing, they would have lost her. By letting her leave, he suspected the next time they met it would be a lot easier to win her over. The brothers walked upstairs in silence.
    “I’m going to talk to the lesbians,” Christian stated. “I’ll make them tell me who she is and where she lives. If they won’t tell me, then I’ll go to the café and talk to the waiter. He kissed her…the waiter kissed our woman.
The nerve of him. I might just hit him for that.”
    “Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?” Daniel stared at Christian in amusement. Christian never went all macho like this over a woman.
    “I’m going to talk to these women, and if you have the same smug amused look on your face when I get back, I’ll practice my swing on you before going to see café boy.” Christian snarled.
    “Yeah, good luck with that…on both counts,” Daniel said as Christian headed down the hall toward the private rooms.
    “Good luck with what?” Daniel turned to see Max, their friend of twenty years, standing at the top of the stairs. Max was a Master in his late sixties. He had instructed the brothers when they were young Doms and had earned their trust and respect. Both men viewed Max as somewhat of a father figure within the BDSM scene.
    “Christian is going to join a bunch of kinky lesbians in one of the private play rooms.” Daniel smiled, giving his friend a hug before turning back to stare at his brother.
    Max laughed and walked over to Christian. He placed an arm around Christian’s shoulder and began to walk him back toward Daniel.
    “I may have neglected to fill you in on some of the finer details of life.” Max was speaking in a clear, slow, concise manner as he addressed Christian. “So in case I left this bit out, I’ll tell you now. Lesbians don’t play with men. They play with other women. It’s an exclusive club. So unless you want to become a eunuch, I would suggest you give the ladies down the hall a miss and go back to your own party. Now, the question of why you would be approaching a group of lesbians is troubling me, but I think I may understand a little of what’s going on. So, if you are having a problem finding a sub, or you’re just looking at getting laid, then I will lend you my girl for a few days.” Max slapped Christian on the back and directed his next question to Daniel. “Now where is this party?”
    “Right this way, old man,” Daniel replied, holding the door open for both men to enter. Christian reluctantly joined them. Obviously Max’s presence had given him breathing space to reassess his options.
    “By the way, I’m wondering where the lovely Miss D is. Don’t tell me you’ve let her run away?” Daniel asked. Miss D, or Deanna, had been Max’s submissive for the last ten years, and Max often joked that her insatiable kinky appetite would be the death of him.
    “Arr yes, Miss D is escorting a friend down to the train station. Poor thing had taken so long to come out of the club, her taxi took another fare.