“Yeah. I’ve had a few thoughts like that, too. Hell, I’ve been thinking about her ever since we left her on the road. And trying to get her out of my head.” Destin slugged back his vodka, then motioned for another. “But now? With the image you just gave me, I’m never going to get any sleep. We might as well find some company for the night.”
“Or a club.”
Paul didn’t suggest it often, both of them preferring their own club and rules to visiting ones in other cities. It was an extreme answer to Destin’s problem, but not one that held any real appeal.
“Naw. I’d rather go it alone than fool with who knows what at another place.”
Their club at Pleasure Ranch was of their own making. Some of the rules differed from other clubs and dungeons, and some didn’t. Since it was on a working ranch, the patrons were usually either oilmen or cowhands who liked variety in their play, but not a lot of rules. Although many clubs stuck with a certain type of sexual exploration, the Club at Pleasure Ranch let each patron decide how they wanted things, going from vanilla sex and simple voyeurism to the extremes of sexual satisfaction.
Destin scooped up a bunch of nuts from the bowl. Officer Georgia Fox was the right kind of woman. Not only was she stunning to look at, with ocean-blue eyes, dark hair, and a body not even a cop’s uniform could hide, but he’d seen something else in her eyes. She was the type of woman who was strong and in control, but who often yearned for a man to take charge.
If only she lived in Texas.
“I bet she’s not as tough as she thinks she is.”
Destin chuckled, amused that Paul’s thinking was along the same lines as his. “I’d take that bet. She’s probably tougher. That’s why I’d like to know what her fantasies are. You know her type. Hard as a rock on the outside, but once they get a taste of someone else in control, she’ll lie down and purr.”
“You could be right. And if you are, I could see her being the one. Too bad we’ll never find out.”
Paul was right. Something about Georgia Fox had him thinking she could be the right woman they’d waited for. They’d talked about sharing one woman between them throughout the years but had never found anyone that had come close to fitting the bill. The woman who could handle both of them at once would be a special kind of lady, one who was strong enough to withstand everything they threw at her with all the ups and downs of their kind of life, but who was soft enough to know when not to resist. She’d be one who’d give them as much pleasure as they planned on giving her. One who would learn that being submissive wasn’t about being a slave or someone less than special in their eyes. Being their submissive would mean she’d hold not only their world, but their hearts in her hands. She’d be their lover and their best friend, all rolled into one.
Before meeting Officer Georgia Fox, he’d wondered if such a woman existed. Now he knew she did.
“Maybe we should stick around and find out.”
“I’d like to, but we’ve got to get back to the ranch.” Yet, although Destin knew they’d already stayed away too long, he couldn’t help but wish they could linger a few more days. They could try and track her down through the police force. Although explaining why they were looking for her would pose a problem, any complications that might come out of it would be worth it.
“Maybe we won’t have to. Check it out.”
Destin craned his neck around to see what his brother was fixed on, then almost choked on the drink he’d taken. Beautiful Georgia swayed into the bar from the hallway leading from the ladies’ room. “Where’d she come from?”
“Beats the hell out of me. Maybe we were concentrating too hard on already missing her that we didn’t even realize she was here.”
Her sway came from either the heels she wore—it was obvious she wasn’t used to wearing them—or perhaps too much drink. It didn’t matter. Either way, the movement was as intoxicating as hell. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall of black Texas oil. Even under the dim lights, her hair shone and the soft rose of color on her cheeks grabbed their attention. Her sweet oval face held an innocence that her job had no doubt swept away long ago. Destin put his drink down and studied her harder.
A frown formed in the middle of her forehead, and yet, on her, it didn’t have a harsh effect. Instead, he found himself wanting to rub his thumb over the creases and smooth them out. If she had a problem, a worry, any concern at all, he wanted to be the one to take it from her. The only question that remained was whether she’d allow him to.