Her Cowboy Doms(27)

“In the line of duty.” She didn’t want to talk about the time she’d gotten stabbed while trying to bust a drug dealer. The wound hadn’t gone deep, but it had still left an ugly scar along her leg.

“I see.” The look her gave her was filled with respect. “I like it.”

Paul waved at a Hispanic woman who had come from one of the hallways to stand behind the bar. “Lucinda, would you please find a uniform to fit Georgia? She’s going to be working here starting tonight.”

“Tonight? Sir?” Would she ever get used to adding sir to everything she said? Or even harder, master?

“Sure thing, Master Paul.” The sweet-looking older woman gave her a once-over. “What size are you, honey? An eight? A ten?”

Stating her size was almost more difficult than disrobing. “I’m a size ten.”

“I’ll be right back, masters.” Lucinda gave them a quick nod, then disappeared down the right hallway.

“Wait a second. If I’m going to work here, where am I going to stay? The town didn’t look big enough to have a hotel.”

“Ms. Powton runs a bed and breakfast on the outskirts of town, but you’ll stay here with us.”

A thrill of joy rushed through her. “In your house?”

“Don’t worry, sugar, you’ll have your own room. If you want it.”

If she wanted it? Was Destin inviting her to stay in one of their rooms?

“Stay still, baby.” Paul came closer, then took her face and pressed a light kiss on her lips.

Her breath hitched in her throat. He’d used no tongue and hadn’t crushed his mouth to hers, but it was one of the most passionate kisses she’d ever gotten. When he stopped, he gave her a soft smile.

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you, Georgia?” He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

He was right, had pegged her perfectly. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. Instead, she shrugged, then averted her gaze.

“It’s okay. I won’t make you answer. Yet. But I’m guessing you’ll like this.”

He placed his palm at the side of her breast, then instead of fondling her as she’d expected, he kept going, taking his hand downward, over her hip and the rise of her stomach until it covered her mons. She stilled the rush of emotions tearing at her, willing her to moan.

Kissing her again as lightly as he’d done before, he pushed his middle finger between her pussy lips. Surprised, she stepped back and flattened her hands against his wide chest. At the same time, she eased backward into Destin who gripped her butt cheeks and squeezed.

She was trapped and, damn it, loving it.

Paul’s finger was an instrument of magic as he rubbed it against her clit then eased it inside her pussy. She held her breath, unable to think. He worked his finger in and out, skimming over her aching clit as another rush of moisture left her.

Had she gotten his fingers wet? Would he lick them clean?

Please. Let him lick them.

If she got any hotter, she’d melt into a pool of desire. Why was she responding to them? She was an independent, strong-willed woman, and yet, she found herself obeying their every command.

And yeah, loving it.

As much as she wanted to fight against it, as much as she knew she should, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them to stop. She should slap them, grab her clothes, and get the hell out, but her legs wouldn’t move. The safe word was on her lips, but she couldn’t get the word out.

She closed her eyes and berated herself. What are you thinking? Get. Out. Now.

She’d managed to force her body to turn when Lucinda came back into the room. Paul and Destin moved away from her, leaving her breathless and shaky. Her body broke out in a sweat, perspiration dotting her hairline. They’d taken her for a hot, wild ride in a short time and had left her feeling like she’d taken a drink of the most delicious wine she’d ever tasted only to see it poured out onto the ground in front of her.

Don’t stop.

“Put your clothes back on, sub.” Paul strode past Lucinda toward the hallway, then pivoted to face her again. His eyes had darkened, searing into her. “When you come to work tonight, be wearing that outfit.”

Lucinda handed Georgia’s new work clothes not to her, but to Destin. He checked them, then gave a curt nod and handed them to her.

She took the clothes, then one at a time, held them up. “You’re kidding, right? You really expect me to wear this?”

“That’s what all the waitresses in the club wear.” Destin turned to Lucinda who stood nearby, silent and waiting for their direction. “Isn’t it, Lucinda?”