Her Cowboy Doms(24)

“Then let’s talk about you.”

Destin walked over to stand next to Paul. They faced her like they were her judge and jury.

“What about me?”

Paul crossed his arms, his muscles rippling with the slight movement. “You know you came here to find us. The question is, are you going to stay? And if you do, you need to pitch in. Everyone who lives on Pleasure Ranch does. If that means working on the ranch, mucking out barns, then okay. Although, I’d rather see you helping out at the club.”

“It’d be a damn shame to get horse shit all over your beautiful body.” Destin made a disappointed clucking noise. “Although I wouldn’t mind helping you wash it off.”

She’d thought about why she’d come all the way from Atlanta but hadn’t made a final decision about how long to stay in Texas. How could she before she’d seen what she was getting into? Not to mention needing to see how the men would react to her. Now was the moment when she finally had to make that decision.

“I’ll stay. But what would I do in the club? I don’t know how to bartend and I’ve never been a waitress.”

The glint in Paul’s eyes turned her stomach to mush. His mouth was slightly parted, and if she didn’t maintain control, she’d jump on him and drag both brothers to the floor with her. She might make the first move, but she was sure they’d take over once her intent was clear.

“You’ll catch on fast enough. Just take drink orders and carry them to the customers. No need to take their money. Everyone here is a member and runs a monthly tab.”

“Can you handle what happens here, sugar? Are you okay with seeing people naked, some of them getting tied up, some caned, whipped, and fucked in front of you? You’re bound to see things you’ve never seen before. Even Paul and I get a surprise every once in a while. Our members can be very creative.”

“I’m a grown woman and a cop. I can handle it as long as they don’t expect me to join in.”

“If they want that, they’ll ask first. You never have to say yes.” Destin waved at the man tied in the booth. “Our members come from a variety of backgrounds. Businessmen from Dallas and even farther away come here as well as a lot of the locals. One of the things they have in common is their respect for the club and its rules. They come here to relax and to play. To act out their need for control or to give up that control so they can get a break, a relief from the responsibilities in their lives.”

She’d never heard it explained that way before, but she understood how that could work. She understood it all too well. What would it be like to let go? To give up the burden that plagued her?

“So are you in or out?” Paul hooked his thumbs in his jeans.

“I’m in.” Another zing of passion knocked her stomach into a flip. If it had been any other men, she’d have turned and walked out. What was it about Paul and Destin that made her want to do things she’d only dreamed of? They had her aching to attempt anything they wanted her to try.

“Then let’s take up where we left off.” Destin moved to her side, graceful as a cougar about to pounce on his prey. “Do what I told you to do before. Drop the jeans. If you can’t handle that, then you can’t handle working here. And remember what to call us.”

“Seeing is different from doing. Sir.” What was she getting herself into? And yet, she wouldn’t walk away. Both her pride and her curiosity kept her there.

“Do it, Georgia.”

Paul’s commanding tone struck a nerve. His command had her blood rushing between her legs to pump out the wetness.

Both men watched her intently. Even the others had stopped their play to watch. “Does this have to be so public?”

Neither of them answered her. Instead, they waited, their gazes fixed on her. She cleared her throat, the jitters starting to take hold.

“You didn’t mind it when the cabbie watched.” Paul lifted one eyebrow. “We won’t wait much longer.”

Paul was the more demanding of them. Destin held back more, but she knew that if push came to shove, he could be as tough as Paul.

“Turn around. Put your backs to us, sub.”

She paused, then sensing they were about to give up on her, she turned around. Not seeing them made her even more nervous and antsy to hear what they’d tell her to do.

“But I’m not a submissive.” At least she wasn’t sure she was. And yet she still added their title. “Sir.”

“Are you a Dom?” asked Destin. His tone was light, as though he found the idea amusing.

Did she want the responsibility of controlling someone else’s pleasure as the men had explained? That didn’t feel right at all. “No.”