Her Cowboy Doms(10)

Holy hell.

She wanted to believe her attraction was a result of the booze, but that wasn’t right. The same attraction she’d had for them on the side of the road was back, wiping away any lie she might tell herself.

Her gaze settled on Paul’s crotch. Was he wearing underwear? Or did he go commando?

The touch of Destin’s hand on her leg sent her spiraling into another time and place. One where her wildest wishes would play out.

She closed her eyes and the images came to life.

Paul, his naked torso rippling with veins and muscles, hovered over her. His green eyes sparkled as he swept his gaze along her nude body. She shivered from his look, not from fear, but from the promise of lust fulfilled.

“You’re beautiful.”

“No, I’m not.”

Someone thrust her arms above her head. She looked up to find Destin putting her wrists together, then holding them with one of his large, calloused hands. “Don’t argue, sugar. When we tell you you’re beautiful, you can believe it.”

Paul took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue whipping over it until she arched her back for more. Inching his way down her torso, he let his tongue lead the way until he pushed her legs apart, then flicked his tongue over her pussy lips.

She moaned and spread her legs wider. “Please.”

Destin’s warm breath tickled her ear. “Please what? Come on. You know what we want to hear.”

“Please. I need you.”

Paul chuckled, then spread her pussy lips apart. “That’s a good girl. Remember what your masters tell you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You like it rough, don’t you, sugar?”

She gazed into Destin’s face and saw a hunger that matched her own. “I’m not sure. I’ve never…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Shouldn’t a woman her age know? But how could she when she’d never experienced anything but “normal” and oh-so-boring sex.

“You’ve never had it that way, have you? But you want to.”

She was a strong woman, yet under his frank perusal, she lost her boldness.

“Don’t worry. We’ll fix that. Won’t we, Paul?”

“No doubt about it.” Paul’s laughter swept over her like a wash of pure desire. “Tell me, baby. Does your pussy taste sweet?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer. How would she know? “I don’t know.”

Destin tweaked her nipple and a flash of pain came and went. “Pay attention to the rules, sugar.”

“I don’t know the rules.”

Paul pushed his body up onto his elbows. “Then we should get the answer to my question.”

He dipped his head between her legs again, his tongue finding her clit first to swirl around it, then slipping down to pierce her entrance.

“Georgia?”

She blinked, aware that she’d drifted away into a fantasy. “What?”

“You asked what we do in Texas.”

“Oh.” She struggled to maintain a cool exterior even as her insides churned with desire. But she blew that attempt to hell and back in the next moment. “I’m sorry. Did you tell me?”

The men exchanged a glance and she felt the color hit her cheeks. She wasn’t the type to blush, and yet she was.

“Where were you just now?” Destin eased closer. “Or can I guess?”

If he stared any harder at the place where she’d crossed her legs, she’d scream for him to touch her there.

“Destin, easy.”

Was Paul protecting her? Or denying her?

“To answer your question, we own a large cattle ranch called Pleasure Ranch.”

She couldn’t help but look at Paul. It was as though he could put a spell on her and make her do his bidding with only his voice. His green gaze enveloped her, freezing her to the spot. If she’d wanted to look away, she couldn’t have. Good thing she didn’t want to.

“That’s a different name for a ranch, isn’t it? I mean, aren’t they supposed to be called something like the Lazy Z or Red Rock? You know, more cowboyish?”

That’s it. Get it together. Talk about mundane, normal things.

Paul shifted his body toward her, making her more uncomfortable, and yet, excited. She squirmed in her seat, realizing at that moment that it was a good kind of squirm. She hadn’t squirmed like that in a very long time. Except in her dreams. And especially not for the past six months.

No. Don’t think about that.

“We also have a private club on the ranch that’s called The Club at Pleasure Ranch. Or just the club. I guess one name kind of dictated the other.”

“What kind of club is it?” She paused, searching for a memory. “I remember now. You said it was for oilmen and cowboys, right?”