As Paul had said he would, they’d checked and found out that she wasn’t married. He’d still had to ask her the question. Just to be sure.
He led the way into his home, then stood back to enjoy the way her mouth had fallen open in unabashed awe when he’d led her inside. Pleasure Ranch was magnificent by either Atlanta or Texas standards. He and his brother had labored over the house plans when they’d built the place, making sure that each of the rooms had a distinct impact of its own. They’d purchased furnishings, a lot of which were custom-made from imported leather, that were sophisticated, yet still retained a homey feel. The grand fireplace in the oversized living room was his favorite piece of architecture next to the massive bedroom they planned on using once they’d found the right woman.
“This is amazing.” She turned in a circle, trying to take in all the paintings and sculptures the men had accumulated over the ten years of Pleasure Ranch’s existence.
She was amazing. His memory of her hadn’t done her justice. Long ebony hair flowed down her back while her startling blue eyes made him think of steamy nights with her legs wrapped around him. Her breasts were firm, just ripe for his hands, while her lean waist made his palms itch to touch her smooth skin.
His cock hardened thinking of what it would feel like inside her mouth, then inside her pussy. If he had any say in it, he’d have it both ways before the night was over.
“I can’t believe this is a ranch. It’s too…elegant.”
He laughed. They got that a lot. “I’m not sure I’d call it elegant. We tried to make it feel comfortable, like a regular home. And yeah, it’s a real working ranch. Just because we wear boots and belt buckles doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the finer things in life. Of course, Maria our housekeeper, still gives us hell when we track in mud. Or worse, cow shit.”
“I don’t blame her.”
He smiled, not at what she’d said, but at the freckles trailing over her nose. She was the perfect mix of sultry and sweet. Her face, caught in a moment where she’d lowered the tough façade, was pretty, with lips that had his heart pounding and his cock growing stiffer. He’d desired many women in his life, but he’d never felt so drawn, so turned on before meeting Georgia. The attraction was even stronger than it had been in Atlanta.
“Georgia.”
He turned along with her as the double doors leading to Paul’s study opened wide. His brother stepped toward them, his expression one of pure joy. He could understand how he felt.
Paul was as enthralled with her as he knew he’d be. He should’ve called Paul, warning him before she arrived, but he’d wanted that short time for himself, to bask in the anticipation of her coming to their home.
Together they’d built the ranch and then the club, and together they would teach her how to be the perfect sub. Paul was more dominating than he was and that was all right with him. He was the more adventurous one and often led the way in enjoying a scene with a sub, but all that was done. Since they’d found Georgia, they hadn’t had an interest in any other women. They’d kept the club running, making sure all the members followed the rules, but they hadn’t joined in any of the play. The club was their outlet just as much as riding the range was. Both fulfilled their need for control and for freedom to do as they pleased. But they’d known neither the ranch nor the club would be complete until they’d found the right submissive.
And now they had.
“Paul.” Her eyes sparkled. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Destin choked back a laugh. She made it sound like they’d had lunch a week ago.
Paul came to her, taking her hands, his gaze pinned to her as though he was afraid that if he looked away, she’d disappear. “You came.”
Her face had lost some of its sweetness, reverting back to her harder expression. Yet his brother’s words made that hardness fade a little.
“That’s what Destin said when he saw me.” She tugged her hands from Paul’s. “You act like you were waiting for me.”
“We were.”
Slow down, bro. Don’t throw too much at her.
Never mind that he’d done the same thing.
“O–kay.” She moved away from Paul, giving his brother a moment to toss him a look.
“I found her lost, sitting in her truck on the side of the road, trying to find the ranch. Myrtle gave her directions.”
Paul relaxed a little, although Destin would’ve bet it was forced. “Shit. It’s a wonder you didn’t wind up in Oklahoma.”
Her brow furrowed. “Destin said that, too.”