Sex Retreat(72)

“Then we’ll move here with you,” she suggested.

Brock quickly spoke up and said, “No we won’t. Not right now. Mitch is trying to think of the kids. Maybe you should do that, too. Winter and Cazeron are your children.”

Trixie turned that notorious quick temper on him. “Don’t you dare do that! Don’t you even go there! I’m a good mother. I take care of my children. I live for them. They’re my whole world and you know it.” She turned her attention to Rory. “You both know it.”

“No one is doubting your parenting skills, Trix,” Rory said. “But what Mitch is saying here makes sense. I understand. I wouldn’t want to be in his position. He has the property taxes and insurance to consider. There was a lot of money to be made with this place years ago.”

“And there could be again,” Mitch said. “I believe that.”

“I do, too,” Trixie said, her spunk returning. “And I believe if you want me then you need to make a little arrangement that suits me as well as yourself. You’ll live with us in North Carolina and you’ll vacation here in the summertime while playing camp administrator to kids who are between the ages of seven and seventeen.

“What you won’t do is play host to the sexy seductresses posing as Dommes and subs. You won’t entertain the Doms of this world while encouraging them to bring their submissive women here.

“You must think I’m some kind of blonde bimbo if you think I’d go for that.”

“The paperwork has already been filed, Trixie,” Mitch said. “Cow Camp will soon reopen as an exclusive sex retreat for men and women frequenting lifestyle clubs. I’m sorry you aren’t happy about my professional choices but there’s already a lot of money invested in the camp. I can’t change my mind just because you have a few insecurities.”

“How dare you?” She jumped to her feet. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

“Mitch Colony,” he said proudly through gritted teeth. “Maybe I should remind you why you once found the man I am practically irresistible.”





Chapter Thirty-Five




“I have to hand you credit where credit is due,” Rory said. “You know how to slip a broken condom over a hard dick.”

“I’ll second that,” Brock grumbled.

Mitch frowned. “I had no idea she would be so opposed to the idea. Her sisters own Clink for crying out loud.”

“I don’t think she gives a damn about who her sisters see fucking until dawn,” Brock pointed out. “You just reentered her life. The way Trixie sees it, you are already deserting her.”

“And she’s gonna run now. Isn’t she?”

Brock shrugged. He thought about that possibility for a moment and then said, “Yeah, I think she will, Mitch.”

“You guys have spoiled her as much as her fathers have. She wants something, you give it to her. She disagrees with you, you say, ‘That’s all right, baby, we’ll do it your way’ and if she isn’t happy, you’ll move hell and high water to make sure she is thrilled beyond words before the end of the day.”

“It’s called love,” Rory told him.

“No,” Mitch objected. “It’s called ridiculous and she needs to be taught—trained—for a better way.”

Brock placed his fingertips over his lips and tiptoed into the living room to double-check on her. Once he confirmed she was still sound asleep on the couch and piled under a mountain of blankets, he returned to the back deck overlooking the lake.

“Maybe we could compromise.”

Mitch grinned. “Oh sure, that’s always an option, too. Let’s compromise so we can fuck our way through the night. If we don’t give in, Trixie won’t open those gorgeous legs. She owns you, Brock. Through and through, she owns you.”

“And what the hell is wrong with that?” Brock asked, realizing Mitch was working him for his own self-serving purposes.

“Nothing if that’s what you like,” Mitch replied. “Me? I want her to know who’s boss. I want respect.”

“Try deserving some first,” Rory suggested, kicking his feet up before leaning back in a lounger.

“I have.”

“Like hell,” Brock said. “You haven’t earned your place between those talented legs—as you called them earlier—she just missed you and let you visit for a minute.”

“‘Minute’ being the choice word there,” Rory said, grinning. “I haven’t seen Trixie this mad since…well, come to think of it, I haven’t seen her this bent out of shape since the last time she spent a bit of time in Mitch’s bed. Maybe the two of you just need to face facts.”