Before she knew it, she was being put into bed and covered with a soft quilt. Was she dreaming? If so, she never wanted to wake up.
* * * *
Georgia stretched, luxuriating in the king-size bed. Light sifted through the thin white curtains covering the windows, yet she couldn’t tell what time of day it was.
Had she really done what she had last night? A week ago, she would’ve gotten offended if anyone had told her that she’d have sex with two men in front of other people. In a horse trough, no less.
But she had. And she’d loved every minute of it.
The knock at her door had her bolting upright. “Yes?”
“Georgia, it’s Lucinda. The masters would like you to join them in the barn after you have your lunch. I’ll leave the tray of food in front of the door.”
“A tray? You didn’t have to do that? I’m not a guest.”
Lucinda’s laugh was friendly. “Of course not. You’re a part of the ranch now. Oh, and they said to wear old clothing. Things you won’t mind getting ruined.”
What did they have planned? Cleaning out the stalls? Didn’t I already make the choice not to do that and instead work as a waitress?
“Hurry up. You don’t want to let your food get cold.”
Georgia wasn’t sure what to say. By the time she thought to thank Lucinda, she could hear her footsteps as she hurried down the hall.
Is this the way all subs are treated? Or are they showing me that I’m special?
They’d claimed her as their sub last night, but wasn’t she supposed to wait on them? Lucinda hadn’t acted as though she’d minded. Maybe it was a one-time thing, a treat after the initiation.
Whatever the reason, her body hummed, already coming alive at the prospect of seeing the men again. She flung back the quilt, then rushed to the door to get the tray. But she had no appetite. At least not for food. Instead, she took a quick bite of the warm muffin, then held onto it, keeping it in her mouth as she opened her suitcase and searched through her clothes.
What am I supposed to wear after everyone’s seen me naked?
* * * *
“Do you think she’s all right? Maybe we should’ve stayed with her longer.”
Paul saddled up his favorite mount, Trader. The black horse pranced, eager to run, and shook his head, spilling his mane back and forth over his neck. His own eagerness to see Georgia had him itching to get moving, too.
“She was worn out, is all.” He stood near the entrance of the barn and glanced at the house. Not that he needed to. He’d already seen Lucinda’s wave, signaling that she’d taken Georgia’s lunch to her room. “She’s up and getting lunch right now.”
Destin deftly moved out of the way as his horse, Sidewinder, remaining true to his name, sidestepped and tried to put a hoof on top of his boot. “Good. I’m dying to see her again. Can you believe how fast she took to being our sub?”
“That proves she’s a natural. I didn’t expect her to go along with everything we did last night, but I’m sure as hell glad she did.”
“You’re glad that I did what?”
They turned as one, two men ready to see the woman who had come to mean so much to them. They’d had months to think about her, to dream of her, but the reality of their lust, and yes, even their love for her, was more than they’d anticipated.
Her black hair shone in the noontime sun. The faded cotton T-shirt she wore hugged her generous curves, drawing his attention to her full breasts. Her jeans weren’t designer ones like some of the women liked to wear, but the way her hips filled them out made his cock twitch to life. She should’ve worn boots instead of her running shoes to ride horses, but he doubted she had any other pair than the black boots they’d given her to wear at the club. He’d have to get her another, everyday pair.
She swayed over to Trader. “Ooh, he’s so beautiful. What’s his name?”
“Trader. He’s a great horse, but not one for a novice. Have you ridden a horse before?” He found it hard to concentrate with her natural aroma filling his nostrils.
“A few times. I had a friend who owned a couple of horses. They were nothing special, though, like this one.” She pivoted to pet Sidewinder next.
Destin put himself between her and his cantankerous horse. “Watch him. He’s ornery and likes to stomp on feet.”
“Are we going riding?”
“That’s the plan,” answered Destin. “Don’t worry. We picked out a sweet mare for you to ride. Her name’s Snickers.” He tilted his head toward the ranch hand that was bringing Snickers from the back of the barn.