The brown mare was one of their calmest horses even when she was around the rambunctious Trader and Sidewinder. She had a large slash of white on her forehead then on all four of her fetlocks. She nickered, her eyes growing bigger when she saw the other horses, but Paul trusted that she wouldn’t rear up or get too skittish.
“Are you game?” Paul took the hat the ranch hand gave him, then set it on top of her head. “You’re going to need this out there.”
She grinned and pulled the hat lower. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
Her exuberance brightened her face. Although she hadn’t used the respectful terms of sir or master, he didn’t correct her. Many men preferred a sub to act the part all day long, but he and Destin wanted a woman who restricted that part of their life to their home and the club. If they wanted to play elsewhere, they’d let her know. They believed that having her independent, even challenging at times, made their playtime, the time when she’d submit to them, special.
“Then let’s get going.”
He and Destin waited until she was on Snickers and saw that she could handle the horse. Then they mounted their horses and led the way out of the barn. Once they were a few yards away, Paul nodded to Destin, then put Trader into a gallop. Destin spurred his horse on, leaving Georgia behind. They wanted to see what she’d do.
To his delight, she was a competent rider and had Snickers next to their horses in no time. They galloped over the pasture, heading toward a small grove of trees. The heat of the sun beat down on them and taking a break under shade trees would be a welcome relief.
The trees were larger than most, spanning their branches yards away from the trunk. As soon as he dismounted under their shade, he could feel the difference in temperature. Destin and Georgia were on the ground with Destin taking Snickers’s reins and looping them over a low-hanging branch while still giving the horses enough slack to munch at the grass.
Paul pulled the blanket out from the pack that lay behind his saddle. “Destin, you remembered to bring both the water and the wine, right?”
“Done deal.”
Paul had asked him to bring both, knowing that too much alcohol and riding in the sun could cause problems. Plus, they always kept a water bottle near whenever they “played.” After handing the bottles off to Paul, Destin pulled out plastic glasses.
The men waited for Georgia to get settled on the blanket, then sat on either side of her. Destin poured them each a glass.
Georgia peered at the glass. “Plastic. First class all the way, huh?”
“Only the best for you, sugar,” joked Destin. “Besides, riding with breakable glass isn’t a smart idea.”
“That makes sense.”
She took a couple of drinks, steadied the glass on a patch of dirt, then lay on her back, her breasts full and stretching at the limits of her shirt. He ached for her. She was so beautiful. On the one hand, she was so worldly with her life as a policewoman, while on the other, she was naïve and open to learning how their lives were.
Paul downed his wine, hoping it would steady his nerves. When had he ever been nervous around any woman, much less a sub? But none of those women had meant so much to him.
Destin remained seated, but twisted around so he could stare at her. Paul understood how Destin felt. Gazing at their sub was like gazing at the most entrancing sight in the world. She was their sub, and she had captured their hearts.
“Tell us more about your life, Georgia.”
He’d purposely called her by her given name and not baby, wanting her not to think as a sub, but simply as their woman.
He and Destin had talked about it often. She was holding back something. Something that had caused her pain and kept her from real enjoyment. If they could help her turn loose of whatever it was that she kept so fiercely guarded inside her, they’d give her the freedom to truly submit, to enjoy their life together and to put the past behind her. No doubt the multiple murder had affected her, but he wasn’t sure how it had damaged her.
Getting naked in front of strangers, obeying their commands hadn’t given her total freedom. Even the onslaught of emotions that had overwhelmed her after the initiation hadn’t brought her the necessary trust to tell them what haunted her. She needed an awakening that was beyond what she’d already experienced. He just hoped that what they were about to do would accomplish that.
She gave him a quizzical look. “What else do you want to know? I’m a cop and now I’m a sub.” Laughing, she added, “Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”
“Do you like being a cop?” Paul ignored his brother’s silent urging not to push.