But I want it. I want it so bad I can taste it.
“Do as I told you. Drop your jeans.”
Her hand shook as she reached to unbutton her jeans. Why was she doing it? Anyone could come along and see her with her clothes puddled at her feet. And yet, excitement at the possibility of another person seeing her white panties gleaming in the sunlight thrilled her. Her pride, however, wouldn’t let her give in to the urge to obey him.
“No. I can’t.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying you don’t like what I have planned for you?”
“I don’t know what that is.” She didn’t add the title of respect, determined to keep her resolve. Shouldn’t he respect her, too?
“Fine. I told you. I’m not going to force you.”
She was stunned when he pivoted and headed toward his horse. “Where are you going?”
He didn’t bother to turn around, instead throwing his words over his shoulder. “To the ranch. It’s up to you if you want to come with me.”
She had to choose. Did she go back to Atlanta and forget her dreams? Was that was even possible? Or did she get in her car and follow him? Did she take a chance that he was right about her?
Making her decision, she slid behind the wheel and turned the ignition. He swung his leg over his mount, glanced back once, then urged his horse into a trot.
* * * *
The ranch wasn’t difficult to find. If she’d turned another right, then a left she would’ve run right into the double wrought iron gate with the huge ornately carved PR at the arched top. She wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans and watched Destin lean off the side of his horse and punch the button on the automated entry system. The gates swung open and he urged his horse through then waved at her to follow him.
Following a man on a horse meant slow going, but that gave her time to take in her surroundings. The hot Texas summer had taken its toll on the land on both sides of the paved road, turning green grass into brown, but it was still a picturesque sight. Horses and cattle mixed together to graze on the dry grass or out of the feed troughs. A huge water trough had a circle of horses drinking from it.
She slammed on her brakes when a flash of light brown and a dot of white zipped in front of her, then let out a short curse at the jackrabbit that had raced across the road. Thankful that she hadn’t hit the little creature, she took a breath and put her attention back on the road.
Destin was like a cowboy in a movie. His body didn’t bounce up and down in the saddle as many inexperienced riders did. His hat, a plain one with air holes running around the brim, was pushed back, bumping at the collar of his denim shirt. His long legs were bent with his cowboy boots securely in the stirrups, but it was his firm butt that entranced her.
She gripped the steering wheel harder and imagined what his ass would look like once she got his jeans down around his ankles. She hadn’t gotten to see much that night in the cab, but she’d had plenty of time to conjure up her own images of what both men’s butts would look like. And how they would feel. Good glory, how amazing they would feel. Round and firm but with the perfect amount of give for her to hang on to. Or to spank.
She was so immersed in her thoughts about his rump that she almost didn’t notice when they made a turn and headed toward the house. The home was huge and sparkling white in the sunlight. A veranda-style porch straight out of the old South adorned the front with several rockers and tables resting there for a peaceful night’s relaxation. The windows glinted in the sun and a huge smokestack dominated the roof.
She stopped the car not far from where Destin had brought his horse to a halt, then handed the reins off to one of several cowboys moving around the house, doing whatever cowboys did. Most of them paused for a moment, their curious gazes locking on her, then at a word from Destin, they went back to doing their own thing.
Another road led off to the right and down to a grove of trees. A large structure shaped like a barn rested underneath the shade, but she had the impression that it wasn’t a barn. Her suspicion was confirmed when she noticed the words The Club emblazoned in gold over the single wooden door.
Destin opened her door, then reached out his hand. “Welcome to Pleasure Ranch, sugar.”
Chapter Four
Destin had done well to keep his excitement in check. He’d always thought of himself as a lucky man, but when he’d seen Georgia sitting in the truck, he’d almost let out a whoop that would’ve startled the cattle. Paul and he had talked often about returning to Atlanta to find her, to win her over, but life had gotten in the way. Paul had insisted that if she was the right one for them, that they’d find their way back to each other. Either with them returning to Atlanta, or as they had hoped, her coming to find them. It was nothing short of a miracle to him, but Paul had a way of reading people. To his great relief, he’d read Georgia right.