by Jane Jamison
She whimpered, not from fear, but from the sweet rush of need searing through her body. He sucked on her bottom lip, tugging it, torturing it. If she’d had any doubt before about their sexual compatibility, it was swept away with his tongue exploring her mouth.
She leaned against him, giving him her go-ahead to do more. His hand cupped her breasts, firmly, possessively like a man should hold his woman.
It was the first time she’d ever really felt more like a woman than a girl. All at once she felt sexy, smart, and in control of every womanly charm she’d ever dreamed of possessing. It surpassed every other moment with every other guy. Alex Triston was a man and with one touch, one kiss, he’d transformed her into a woman.
She would’ve stayed, body pressed to body, if she hadn’t had to come up for air. As it was, she was thankful he still held her. Otherwise, her spinning mind would’ve sent her crashing to her butt.
“Damn, you don’t waste any time, do you?” She lifted her gaze to his.
“Time is an awful thing to waste.” The muscle in his jaw flexed. “I sure as hell don’t want to waste a moment of my time with you.”
She liked the way he talked. He made it seem like she wasn’t throwing herself at them. She was, but she couldn’t help herself.
I’m not a slut. Really, I’m not.
She didn’t hop into bed that fast. Hell, her last boyfriend had complained about her making him wait. But when an attraction hit as hard as it was hitting her, how could she turn it down? The energy between them, the indefinable something, had taken hold of her and wouldn’t let go. She almost expected to glance down at her abdomen and see a sizzling chain of desire pulling her to him. She couldn’t wait to see just how hot these two cowboys could get her.
“Should I leave you two alone?”
“Hell, no. Didn’t you hear me? I want two Doms.” She playfully shoved Alex then arched her back. Taking Mike’s hand, she laid it on her chest, egging him to keep going, aching for him to do more. Instead, they stayed where they were, the same heat-filled expressions plastered on their faces. He didn’t move, didn’t squeeze, but lowered his gaze.
Yo, Mike, my eyes are up here.
At least, that was what she would’ve normally said. But having him drool over her boobs only made her hotter. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought they’d reached inside her and turned up her internal thermostat.
“We’re moving kind of fast.”
Was Mike always so laid back? Laid back, however, didn’t mean not ready to roll. She’d break his control, one way or another. “Come with me.”
Turning on her heel, she tried to walk with a sexy sway over to the bunkhouse. But being sexy while trying to keep from running wasn’t an easy thing to do.
She’d come with Molly to get a job at the club, but she’d assumed they’d ease into the whole Dom routine. First they’d work as waitresses to get a feel of how things went and how much they’d be required to do, and then they’d join in the sexual play. She would’ve never dreamed she’d jump right into sex with a couple of cowboys she’d just met.
Good or bad. It just felt so…right.
Maybe she’d lost it when Mike and Alex had started looking at her the way Caleb and Derrick looked at Molly. Their intense reactions, their obvious need to have her, had shaken her. Yet, at the same time, she’d recognized the same craving boiling inside her.
Was it because she wanted the same thing her sister had with the Houston brothers? It hadn’t hit her until right then that she’d been so jealous of her sister that her body should’ve turned green by now. But wanting what her sister had wasn’t the only reason she was drawn to them.
“What’s in the bunkhouse?” asked Alex.
“A bed.” She turned around and kept walking, backward now as she gave them looks no man could ever mistake. Tugging her shirt over her head, she whirled it over her head and sent it flying toward them. Alex caught it then brought it to his nose and dragged in a long sniff.
Oh, crap. I hope he doesn’t smell chickens.
She wiped the horrible thought away. Thinking about those flying vermin would ruin everything.
Getting the door open gave them enough time to catch up. “Welcome, boys, to my little home away from home.”
She faced them again and started undoing her jeans. The men glanced once at each other, then came through the door as fast as they could, their shoulders bumping into each other.
She laughed, more than pleased that they’d taken her up on her sexual offer. But then, why wouldn’t they? She was pretty and willing. What man could turn free pussy down?
That one thought, more than even thinking about the chickens, ripped into her.
Free pussy?
Is that all I am to them?
Her hands stilled as the answer came.
At this point, how could she be anything more?
Shit.
She hadn’t played this right. Not right at all.
Chapter Four
Why is she zipping her jeans back up?
Mike stuck out his hand, stopping Alex from going any farther inside the bunkhouse. He smiled, but doubted the smile would hide his irritation. The girl had been running hot and now she was switching to cold. What happened from the yard to the bunkhouse to make her change her mind?
“What’s up, Jilly? I thought you were into this.”
“I am. I was.” She blew out a breath and frowned. “Or at least, I thought I was. But I think we’re getting off on the wrong foot.”
“Okay, I’m confused as all get-out.” Alex started to take a step toward her, but Mike stopped him again. “Do you or do you not want to have sex?”
“No. I mean, yes.” She groaned. “I mean, I want to learn how to be a good sub. Not a good whore.”
So that was it. Mike had seen it all before. Girls who wanted the relief, the control, the pleasure that came with submission, but not necessarily the sex. Like a lot of people, she had being a submissive mixed up with being a slut.
“We know you’re not a slut.”
“You bet your sweet ass I’m not.” Her frown was gone, her face relaxing a little. “But how? I mean, I’m glad and all, but I don’t know how you’d know after how I came on to you. I mean, I just met you.”
Alex finally caught on. He moved toward the wall and leaned against it. “Don’t get us wrong, Jilly. We’d love nothing better than to fuck you silly right now. But thinking any less of yourself is just plain wrong.”
Mike grabbed one of the wooden chairs, spun it around, and sat down. He tossed her the shirt from the back of the chair. She studied it for a moment, obviously wondering why he wanted her to cover up, then pulled it over her head.
“You want to learn how to be a sub, right?”
“Right.”
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Tell us why you want to be a sub.” Intention was everything. They’d talked about finding one woman, one submissive to share, but if she was just into it for the sex and nothing else, then they wanted nothing to do with her. Even if his cock was straining at his jeans to have her.
She had to really think about her reasons. He could see her trying to find the right words.
“I guess I want to know what it’s like to give in to someone.” She glanced at Alex. “To two men.”
“And?” She had to be pushed into telling, forced into realizing what she really wanted.
“I want the excitement of it. The thrill of knowing I can turn men on with my body and my actions.”
“Go on.” He was starting to feel like a therapist, but then again, sometime domination could be like therapy. Taking on a Dom role was a release for him and for his sub. Wasn’t that even better than therapy?
“I want to have fun. To let go. To enjoy having sex and not feel like I’m doing anything wrong.”
“So it’s all about you?” asked Alex.
“Good question,” added Mike. Alex’s question would lead her to one of the mo
st important reasons for being a submissive.
“No, it’s not all about me.” She took a seat on the bottom bunk bed. “I want to know I can give the man, or men, a good time.”
She cringed and added, “I said it all wrong. I sound like some skank. What I meant was that I want to make sure I give them what they need. Control, release, time out from their stressful lives. Am I making sense?”
She was eager to learn, leaning forward, ready to listen. He liked that she was so willing. Her wanting to please was as much of a turn-on as seeing her start to strip. Almost.
“You don’t sound like a skank.” Alex pushed away from the wall. “And anyone with eyes can see you’re not. Stop thinking you are.”
“He’s right.” Mike had to make her understand. If not, then the chance of her being their sub would go out the window. And suddenly, her being their sub became very important.
He’d always believed he’d know the right woman when he saw her. Had always known the right woman would grab him from the first moment he met her and never let him go. And he’d hoped like crazy that she’d want his cousin just as much.
Jilly had taken hold of them and had wrapped them around her little finger with just one look.
Swallowing hard, he asked himself the question.
Could she be the one?
He cleared his throat. “Figuring out a Dom/sub relationship is different for everyone, but here’s the way we want it. We need a sub who’s going to want to give us pleasure as much as she wants to receive it. That doesn’t mean it always involves sex. Sex is part of the relationship, sure, but it’s not all of it.”
She nodded, but he wondered if she was really getting it or not. “Uh-huh.”
“The chemistry, the attraction between us is there. I don’t have any doubt of that.”
She added a smile to all her nodding. “Definitely.”
“To the both of us, right?” asked Alex.
“Yes. Definitely.”
“Good, then the faster we get things lined out between us, the better.” They were still moving full speed ahead, but at least now they were heading in a better direction. If they’d just had sex and hadn’t talked, they could’ve ruined everything before it had started.
“What we’ll have to do first is see if you’re willing to take directions.”
“Sure, I am. I mean, I want to be a sub.”
“A lot of girls think they’re willing to do whatever their Dom says, but when it comes down to it, they’re not.” Now it was his turn to think about whether he was making himself clear or not.
“You don’t have to worry about that with me.”
“I hope not. But you need to remember, if we do anything you don’t like, take anything too far, you have to let us know. Part of what gets us off is knowing how much you like what we’re doing. Do you know about the colors?”
“You mean red, yellow, and green? Red is for stop and the others are like traffic lights, too.”
“Right. Good. The Dom/sub relationship is all about communication. Without letting us know how you’re feeling and us doing the same, we won’t be able to learn each other’s needs and desires.”
“And each other’s limits, too. Especially yours.” Alex kept getting closer to her, but she hadn’t reacted, either in a good or a bad way.
“Does any of what I said make you uneasy?” He was taking it slowly since she was inexperienced.
“No.”
She looked really young. If she wasn’t old enough, then nothing would happen. If he had to, he’d convince Alex to wait. “How old are you, Jilly?”
She jerked back as though he’d spat in her face. “Old enough.”
He shot her a skeptical look. “Okay, but how old is that? In years?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not jail bait. I’m twenty-one.”
She was his age, but she seemed a lot younger. Then again, he was known for acting older than his age, even older than Alex who was twenty-five. When his parents had passed on, both from cancer, he’d been the one to push to stay on the ranch. If he hadn’t, Alex might not have joined him. Sometimes he wondered if he’d forced his cousin into living in Pleasure. But Alex had never complained and he’d never had the guts to ask.
“Why not give her a try? Kind of like an audition?”
“That’s not a bad idea, Alex. Are you up for it, Jilly?”
“Sure. But would it be kind of like an audition for the club, too? I still want to work there.”
“Not really. We’re not the owners.”
“But we’d put in a good word for you.” Alex fiddled with the top button of his shirt.
“One thing, though, Jilly. If everything goes like we hope it will, we’re going to want you as our permanent sub. That would mean no doing scenes with anyone else at the club.”
“Shit. He’s right. And no doing scenes means making less money.”
Her crestfallen face struck him in the gut. Did she really want to be a permanent sub?
“I hadn’t thought about it that way. I mean, I need to make a living.”
They had a lot more to clear up. “It’s up to you. You’d still be able to work and be a waitress, if that’s what you want.”
“Hey, guys, aren’t we jumping the gun?” Alex shrugged. “We’re already talking about long-term stuff here and we just met. Let’s give it some time, okay?”
He didn’t have to. His gut was telling him Jilly was the one for them. Nonetheless, Alex had a point. “Yeah, we can slow down. But judging from what happened outside, it felt natural. Really—”
“Right.” She grinned.
“Yeah.” Move over, Helen of Troy. Jilly’s face could launch a million ships.
Alex nodded then added, “Look, Jilly. You said you and your sister want Doms, but although we haven’t met your sister, we don’t want her as our sub.”
“Hey, just a second. You’d be damned lucky to have her.”
“I don’t doubt it. But Alex and I have always wanted to share one woman. Not two.”
She relaxed quickly enough. “It’s okay. I think she’s already taken anyway.”
“She is? With the Houston brothers?” Alex undid the second button on his shirt.
“Yeah. I mean, they’re all about her. And not about me.” She shrugged. “Not that I care. I mean, they’re hot as hell and terrific guys, but I didn’t pick up on any kind of connection. And definitely not the kind of connection I’m getting with you guys.”
He loved the blush coloring her cheeks. “You’re right. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not the fall-in-love-at-first-sight kind of guy, but—”
But maybe I am after all.
“We do believe in lust at first sight.” Alex tugged open a couple more buttons, finally catching her attention. “We’re just hoping that it’ll turn into something more.”
“Yeah.” Her gaze fixed on Alex’s chest. “So what do we do now?”
“We give you your first lesson.”
* * * *
Now that it was here, was she ready for it?
Hell, yeah.
She’d been ready a few minutes ago. Ready to take them both on. But she’d had time to think about what she was doing. Time to realize they were moving without thinking.
Still, she couldn’t turn down the chance to find her own Doms. Molly was no doubt taking her chance right now. Maybe that was why neither Caleb nor Derrick had shown up looking for Mike and Alex. Either that or they could guess what was going on and knew better than to interrupt.
“Are you game, Jilly?”
How could she say no with Alex continuing to unbutton his shirt? She was eager to see what was underneath.
“Hold up, Alex.”
Both she and Alex turned their attention—and their surprise—to Mike.
“Let’s give her a lesson, but we’re not going to fuck you, darlin’. Not yet.”
The only way she could’ve felt more disappointed was if they’d turned her down as a possible sub. Her reaction had to show
on her face, but she didn’t complain. Complaining wasn’t a sub-like thing to do.
“Why the hell not?”
At least Alex felt the same way she did.
“Because we’re slowing this down and making sure she’s really ready to take orders.” Mike stood up and motioned for her forward.
She did, her nerves making her tremble. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, you can start off by calling us sir or master. You need to show respect.”
“Yes, sir. And should I say Master Mike and Master Alex?”
“Just master or you can add our names to it. Either way’s good.” Alex had buttoned up his shirt, disappointing her even more.
“Yes, sir.” Excitement coursed through her. After seeing how the Houston men had wanted Molly and not her, she’d almost been ready to go back home. It would’ve hurt too much to stay and watch Molly with two men who cared about her. Two men who would be her permanent Doms.
“Strip.”
She swallowed. Now was the time. “Yes, sir.” If she could’ve made the movement sexy, she would have. But she had trouble enough just making her shaking hands work. She wasn’t a virgin by any means, but somehow this was different. More important. Like the rest of her life might depend on how well she followed their orders.
“Keep going.” Alex’s voice had dropped in pitch, adding the same yearning she’d heard from him outside.
She unzipped her jeans as she toed off her running shoes. She kicked them to the side then let her jeans puddle at her feet. Their appreciative gazes made the fire inside her burn brighter.
“You’ve got a great body, baby.”
She’d been told as much before, but coming from Alex made it seem better. Special. “Thanks.”
“Uh-oh. First lesson. Turn around and put your back to us.” Mike’s tone had lowered, filling with a passionate growl.
What had she done wrong? Yet instead of asking, she did as she was told. When she had her back to him, she glanced back, watching him as he moved forward.