Her Cowboy Doms(29)

He sensed his brother stiffen. He, too, would’ve liked to get his hands on the killer. Not only because he despised anyone who would harm a child, but for Georgia’s sake as well.

“What she saw in that house tore her apart. She wasn’t the same after that. Her employee file said that she became obsessed with finding the killer. So obsessed that she had a hard time doing anything else in her job. They made her go to the department shrink who finally told her she needed time off and away from Atlanta. That’s when she came to us.”

Paul cast his gaze down. “Still, even if they made her leave, it’s us she came to.”

“And not a minute too soon. If she hadn’t, I was going to head back there and track her down.”

“We’ve got a lot to do. We need to bring her back to rights. It’ll be us who helps her feel more secure, safe, and strong. If she’ll listen to us, she’ll regain her confidence by becoming our submissive.”

“Agreed. But first, I think we’d better spread the word for the others to keep hands off, too, before someone tries to play with her.”

“You’re right, Destin. Let’s tell the others.”



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Lucinda had helped her settle into one of the rooms. The woman had talked the entire time, telling her about Paul and Destin, the ranch, and her life as a submissive to two of the men who handled the horses. Georgia had listened to everything she’d said and had admitted that it sounded wonderful.

One of the ranch hands had retrieved her suitcase from her car, then had hung around outside her room, asking repeatedly if she needed anything else. She hadn’t missed the fact that he was attracted to her, but when he asked her if she was going to the club that night, Lucinda had taken charge and had hurried him down the hallway. The woman had been very polite and respectful, even calling him sir, but she’d had complete control of the situation.

Her father would’ve said, “That woman can tell a man he’s going straight to hell and have him thinking it’s heaven.” That was Lucinda to a tee.

She’d taken the rest of the afternoon to walk around the house, getting lost once in the process, before heading back to her room to take a leisurely bath.

Her bedroom was beautiful and filled with colors from the flowered bedspread to the vase of sunflowers resting on the high bureau. Huge picture windows gave her a spectacular view of the land flowing out toward the horizon. The walls were painted a neutral shade of taupe that extended into the en suite bathroom. The tub, a whirlpool she ached to try, nestled against a long granite counter. The walk-in shower boasted several showerheads with an instrument panel that had her wondering if she could ever learn to use it.

She poured a generous amount of the bubble bath into the tub and turned on the faucet. As soon as the water was high enough, she dropped her clothes to the floor, then slid into the silky warmth of the water.

Bubbles, a rare treat for her, floated around her body. She felt better than she had in a long time. Sighing, she laid her head against the tub and let her thoughts wander. Before coming to the ranch, she wouldn’t have dared to do that. Doing so usually led her thoughts straight back to the murder scene.

When Destin’s and Paul’s handsome faces popped into her mind, she eased down into the water. They were even sexier than she remembered. They’d dressed casually in Atlanta, but seeing them in their faded jeans, worn boots, and denim shirts had given them a manly, hero-in-the-making air that burned its way into her pussy.

Still, she couldn’t believe what she’d done at the club. Stripping in front of anyone, especially strangers, astounded her. What had come over her? Then to call them sir? She barely knew them, but strangely, she knew more than she needed. Had she gone crazy?

Crazy horny, maybe.

Yet physical attraction wasn’t the whole truth of it. They possessed a power she craved. Not to have for herself. No, instead she wanted them to use their power over her.

Had she found not one, but two men to take care of her? Men who would take charge, giving her the freedom to drop her burden at their feet and know they’d do anything to protect her?

She was ready to find out.

After washing, she grabbed one of the huge fluffy white towels hanging on a rod next to the bathtub and dried herself off. She was relaxed, more than she’d been since that awful day, but she still jumped when her phone rang.

“Georgia Fox here.”

“Georgia, it’s Mack.”

Mack was her partner and her friend, but hearing his voice could only mean one thing. Something had happened.

“What is it, Mack?”

“I’ve got news.”

He didn’t have to specify which case. No other case mattered. “Tell me.” She made it to the bed and sat down.