“We tend to think alike.” Paul was next to her again, pulling her into his arms. Although she flattened her palms against his chest, she didn’t push back.
“Let me show you around the place.” Paul frowned as she stepped back. “What’s wrong?”
“This isn’t a visit. Not really.”
“I know. You came to find us. That says it all.” Paul crossed his arms. His brother crossed his arms whenever he was faced with a problem and searching for a solution.
“Then why did you come?” Destin liked putting her on the spot and seeing her squirm. Not in a bad way. Instead, it made her seem more vulnerable.
She swallowed, unprepared for the question. “I needed time away from my job and I had to go somewhere.” She shrugged, but the gesture was anything but nonchalant. “I figured here was as good as anywhere.”
“I see.” Paul zeroed in on her. “Then it is a vacation. But we’re not a dude ranch, Georgia. We’re a working ranch and club. You’re welcome to stay, but you’ll have to contribute.”
“Contribute?” Her attention jumped from Paul to him and back. “Are you asking me to pay you?”
“Not with money, but with time and work.”
Destin smiled, knowing his brother was slipping into Dom mode.
“Doing what?”
If she hadn’t wanted them, she would’ve bolted then. Destin’s mouth filled with saliva as he took her in, imagining how she’d look naked and lying on her stomach with a butt plug in her anus.
“Let’s not play any more games, baby. At least not these kinds of games. You came for us and we’re damn glad of it. Since I don’t think you know much about ranching, you can work in in the club for your keep.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Look, I don’t know where you’re getting this, but I don’t do that kind of kinky shit.”
Crap. She shouldn’t have said that.
Paul reacted the way Destin knew he would. He got close up, his face an inch from hers, his eyes blazing. Paul hated whenever anyone referred to their play in a less than respectful way.
“Listen to me. You want us. I can feel your pulse racing. Hell, if I bent down, I bet I could smell your juices. You know what we want from you. I think you want that, too, and have since before we met you. But if it’s not, then say so. Whatever happens between us is up to you. That’s the way it is.”
Her chest rose and fell, pushing her breasts against his chest. Destin had to give props to Paul. If she’d done the same to him, he wouldn’t have managed to keep his hands off her.
“I’m not a sub. I told Destin that when he ordered me to pull my jeans down.”
Paul leaned back, a crooked smile softening his face. “So you’ve already talked about this?”
“Not really,” answered Destin. “But she’s a natural.”
Paul chuckled. “I agree with my brother. You’re a natural sub. You just don’t realize it yet.” He shrugged. “Or maybe it’s that you don’t want to admit it.”
She bristled, her nostrils flaring. “I’m not some weak-willed woman you can boss around.”
Paul clasped her behind the neck. “Listen up and listen good. You’ve got a lot to learn. What we do, we do because we want to give our woman pleasure. Any woman with us is not weak-willed. It takes a strong woman to be a submissive. Especially our submissive.”
She didn’t resist, but didn’t answer either. Destin wondered if it was because she couldn’t understand or simply needed more time to think about it.
Paul took her by the hand and led her toward the front door. “Come on. I want you to see what it’s really like.”
Destin followed them outside, keeping up with their hurried pace. “Take it slow, Paul.”
“Don’t worry. She’s tough.”
Georgia had to run to keep pace with Paul’s long strides. Her eyes were wide with alarm, but he could see excitement and yearning in her face.
“Do you know what safe, sane, and consensual means?” Paul didn’t wait for her to answer. “It means we never put you in any danger or harm. It means we keep our wits about us and we know what we’re doing. It means we don’t do anything you don’t want us to do. We don’t force you. Not now. Not ever.”
Destin took hold of Paul’s arm and made him turn her loose. “Sugar, you have to let yourself go. You know there’s something special between us or you wouldn’t have chosen to find us.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Her tone was soft, unsure.
Destin cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “Yes, you can. You’re a brave woman. Be brave now.”