Lumberjack Weekend(Divine Creek Ranch 21)(52)

Bunny snorted but then realized Mona was serious. “You care that much?”

Mona nodded as she tidied the box of first aid supplies. “To someone outside our lifestyle that might make me seem subservient.” She grinned and shook her head. “It’s actually not a bad word choice, but the connotation is different for me. I’m a submissive, and I love to serve. But I control who I serve and whether or not I give my submission. I love Randall, and Randall loves Joseph like a brother. Therefore I wish to serve Joseph in whatever way will help. He was needed downstairs. I saw an uncomfortable situation about to arise, and so I—”

“Saw?” Bunny said, and her cheeks caught fire. “You were watching?”

Mona shook her head and chuckled softly. “No, but I definitely heard. That’s not the situation I’m referring to, though. It wasn’t me who initially followed the two of you up the stairs. I had to make a split-second decision because she’d already called out to him the first time.”

“She who?”

Mona paused as if weighing her option and then shook her head. “Just another sub. It was presumptuous, but I didn’t think Joseph wanted her walking in on the two of you.”

Oh shit. He does have someone in his life, and his little flirtation with me is just a dirty little secret.

“I see,” Bunny said, shaking on the inside. She was tired of being used.

Worry clouded Mona’s expression. “I hope what happened earlier doesn’t affect the way you see Joseph. He’s a good man.”

With a dungeon and friends who wear leather and carry big black whips…and probably chains. Oh, and a sub-whatever girlfriend, evidently.

Bunny shrugged and then followed Mona back through the luxury suite to the door they’d entered, which was really an opening cut into the paneling that wouldn’t be noticeable if closed. He probably used it to shuffle off women to the lower floor unseen, once he was done with them. “It’s not my business. I was here to do a job, and it’s nearly finished, but I appreciate your help.”

She’d expected the beautiful blonde to be rude or uppity once out of Joseph’s earshot, but she’d been quite friendly.

Bunny held out her hand. “I’m Bunny Carrigan.”

Mona smiled as she stopped in the doorway and did the same. They shook hands as she said, “Mona McAndrews. If you need anything else while you’re here, I’d be happy to help you.”

Bunny rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Draw me a map of this place?” So I can get the hell out of here and away from that stick-up-his-ass Dom.





Chapter Thirteen




There were a lot of people in the ballroom, Violet observed. Chuckling beside her, Lucas tipped her jaw closed. Worried her men might think she was staring, she didn’t allow her eyes to light in any one place for too long. Then she caught someone staring at her. No, the guy was definitely ogling her…and smiling. She remembered him from breakfast that morning, when he’d been eyeing her breasts with avid interest.

He got up and approached them, eating her up with his eyes as his friend joined him in the walk across the ballroom. When he was close enough, he bit his lower lip, and in a voice that was deep and honey-smooth, he murmured, “My friend and I despaired of you showing up tonight. I’m so delighted to see your change of costume, my little zaftig forest creature.” He leaned forward and whispered, “I would know those lovely breasts and this golden mane anywhere, little nom-nom.”

His voice had the intriguing hint of a cultured European accent. He turned to his male friend, who nodded.

With a similar accent and inflection, he murmured, “Yes, you’re a lush little Lola Bunny with a lovely fluffy white tail in need of a spanking, perhaps, and then to be the creamy center in a huntsman sandwich?” He held up two fingers, indicating he meant huntsman “times two” and then waggled an eyebrow her as he gestured at himself and his friend. Somehow he made the slightly goofy come-on sexy, and she felt her cheeks heat as she recalled the wonder of being in the center between her men.

Unconsciously, she clenched on the butt plug, and her nipples hardened into tight, tingling peaks. Trying to ignore them only made it worse, as they began to throb, and she imagined them glowing hot pink. And she was wet. What the fuck? I don’t even know these dudes.

She blinked and worked her lips to speak, but Josh bailed her out. “I’m sorry, gentlemen, the bunny, Violet, is with us—for the entire weekend.”

Lucas murmured to himself, so low she didn’t catch what he said.

The man nodded, acknowledging their pre-eminence, and then said, “If you should change your mind, little furry liebling, we long to eat you up.”