by Cara Adams
Dungeon Masters 5
Use Me
Violet Cambrisi has finally achieved her dream of owning a farm where she can have horses. Now all she needs is the cowboy caring for them, Raphael Allsop, and the builder renovating her house, Darcy Nelson, to share her farmhouse and her life with her.
Darcy is a werewolf and a Dom and considers her to be too pushy. He doesn’t want her staying in the old house until it’s repaired. And that’s before the hot water unit explodes and brings down the ceiling. Raff used to have money and a high-powered job in New York and walked away from all that. Now he has nothing and is nobody, not a fit person to hang around such a beautiful woman.
But Violet wants them both and they both want her. Life is incredibly complicated and they all have different problems to overcome. Once they enter the dungeon together, their bodies explode far more dramatically than the hot water unit did.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 35,601 words
USE ME
Dungeon Masters 5
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About the Author
USE ME
Dungeon Masters 5
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
“Hey, Raff. Your girlfriend’s back again.”
Raphael Allsop turned fast. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Where?”
As soon as he asked, he knew he’d blown it again. Sure enough, Jerry grinned at him before answering. “Where she always is. With Pedro and Princess. Go get her, cowboy.”
The suggestive leer on Jerry’s face made him shove his fisted hands into his pockets. Knocking a few teeth out of his coworker’s smiling face would get him terminated so quickly he’d be face-first in the dust before he felt the booted foot on his ass. And he needed this job. Really, really needed this job. Thirty-five and unemployed was not a good look. Besides, it wasn’t like there were a whole lot of jobs for a cowboy in Ohio.
He turned and walked as slowly as he dared toward the corral which held Pedro and Princess. Those two horses were grieving for the rich little bitch who’d swapped horseback riding for a driver’s license and a fast, flashy sports car, and had no time for them anymore. Their former owner had dumped them here with enough money to feed them for a couple of months. If no one adopted them by then, he hated to think what might happen to them.
Raff rested a booted foot on the lowest rail of the corral, wincing when he saw how badly damaged the leather was. The soles were almost worn through as well. He absolutely had to buy new boots when he got his next paycheck, even it meant he’d be chewing the horses’ hay instead of buying food for himself to eat by the end of the week.
This woman was very lovely, but also carried an aura of solitude wrapped around her like a cloak. He wondered if her husband had died. She never wore any rings, but then she didn’t wear any other jewelry either. Her hair was a glorious golden-brown, the yellow strands shining brightly in the afternoon sunlight, and her blue eyes were focused on the horses as she rubbed Pedro’s nose.
“Grandpop’s people have signed the paperwork but there’s a cooling-off period we have to wait through. I didn’t even know that. I thought we’d be able to make plans real soon. But you just need to hold on a little longer. Soon you’ll have a nice big field to stay in and fresh grass to eat.”
Princess nuzzled her hand, nudging her arm.
“I’ll still bring you carrots and apples, though, I promise. Maybe not every day, but as often as I can. And in a couple of months I hope to be living there as well and then I’ll visit you every afternoon. But don’t worry, you’ll be looked after properly. Grandpop said we’ll find a boy who understands horses to feed and groom you.”
Raff leaned forward, staring at the beautiful woman as his mouth opened before his brain kicked into gear. “I’ll come feed them for you. Pedro, Princess, and I are friends. I’m glad you’ll be adopting them. I’ve been worried the money would run out before they found a good home.”
Her face paled and Raff worried that he’d frightened her by speaking to her. But it was the horses she was concerned about, not him. “Their board money is running out? How much longer can they stay here?”
“They’ve been here a month, I think. Yes, it’ll be a month on Thursday. So they have a month left. The…” He stopped for a mo
ment and changed the adjective he’d been about to use. “…young woman who gave them to us paid for two months’ accommodation for them.”
“Thank you for telling me that. I’ll make sure I tell the people inside that I’ll be paying anything outstanding on their account. They already know I’ll be taking them to their new home as soon as I can.”
Raff thought she looked even more beautiful than ever now, as she talked about Pedro and Princess. He knew she cared about them. Anyone could see she was already building a relationship with the two gentle animals.
“I was serious about feeding them for you until you move in with them.”
“Thanks. I think it’ll be good for them to have someone they know visit with them each day. It’ll help them adjust to their new home. What’s your cell phone number? I’ll put it in my phone in case I don’t see you when I come to collect them.”
As soon as she’d added it to her cell phone she turned and went back to the office building of the horse shelter. Raff remained at the corral, watching her walk. And noticing again how the sun brought out the gold in her golden-brown hair. When she went inside, he sighed and turned to go back to work. It was only then that he realized he still didn’t know her name.
* * * *
“I know you want the horses moved here right away, Violetta, but this house isn’t safe for you to live in yet. The building surveyors pointed out all kinds of problems with it,” argued the old man.
“Now, Grandpop, that’s not fair and you know it.” Violet Cambrisi wagged a finger at her grandfather. “They said the house was structurally sound, but that having been left empty for so many years they expect there’ll be issues with electrical wiring and plumbing and suchlike. That’s not going to bother the horses. It’s still warm enough for Princess and Pedro to be outside and I want them to get a little time in the grass to run around in freedom before it starts to snow and they have to move into the barn for winter.”
“Yes, yes. But where will you live?”
“Here.”
“With no power or water? Don’t be stupid, Violetta.”
Violet bit her lip. Her grandfather hadn’t become the owner and manager of a multimillion dollar business without learning how to argue for what he wanted. But then again, as his only grandchild, and having lived with him all her twenty-eight years, she had learned how to negotiate for what she wanted, too.
“How about this? I get that builder you’ve hired to come out and look at the little room beside the kitchen downstairs. He can get his electrician and plumber to check the wiring of that room and the kitchen, and I’ll only use those rooms. I won’t even switch on any other lights. I’ll also get him to check the fences of the field closest to the barn and we’ll put the horses there. By the time snow flies the barn should be ready for them to move into it and there’ll be a bedroom and bathroom upstairs safe enough that I can use.”
“You drive a hard bargain, mi tesoro.”
“You taught me well, Grandpop.” Violet gave the old man a hug. She really did love him very much, and it was he who was making her dream possible. She’d fallen in love with Princess and Pedro the moment she’d seen them, and she’d always wanted to own a horse. All through her childhood she’d begged for a horse of her own. But although the old man had given her riding lessons and horseback trail rides, and even sent her to a horseback summer camp two years in a row, she’d never owned a horse until now. Well, very soon anyway.
Her grandfather looked at her a fraction sheepishly. “That man who offered to look after the horses for you. Raffaelo Allsop. I had him checked out.”
Violet shook her head. “I knew you would.”
“He’s got no money, but he’s not into crime, or drugs, or gambling. You can get him to bring the horses here when the fencing has been approved.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me why he’s poor? Does all his salary go to support his ex-wife and ten bambinos?”
“No ex-wife and no bambinos either. He had a good job in advertising in New York, but he burned out and threw it all in and walked away with nothing. Worked as a cowboy down south for a while and gradually made his way up here. There’s nothing in his past to say he’s not a good man. I expect he’ll be excellent with the horses.”
“That’s what I thought. It’s yet another change for them and it’ll be nice for them to have a friend they recognize visiting them each day.”
The old man shook his head at her but he was smiling. “It’s time to go home, Violetta. You can talk to the builder tonight.”
* * * *
Darcy Nelson looked at the phone number on his beeping cell phone and sighed. The Cambrisi woman was every bit as pushy as her grandfather. She was in a goddamn hurry to move into that old farm house. He knew if he didn’t check every last little thing about it before he agreed to her go there, as sure as hell she’d put her foot through a rotten floorboard or plug something into an electrical outlet and blow the entire building up.
“Hi, it’s Violet Cambrisi.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She had a nice voice on the phone. He wondered how nice she’d sound in real life. He’d yet to meet her in the flesh, but she sounded young and friendly. But pushy. Definitely pushy.
“My grandfather has agreed that if you check the fences in the field nearest the barn we can bring the horses to the farm. I’ll only use the kitchen and the little room off it. So only those two rooms need to be assessed before I move in.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, that won’t work. You need the furnace to be working because the nights are starting to get cold. And a bathroom and—”
“No, I won’t. I can shower at work, and wrap myself in a blanket if it’s cold. I own several snowsuits so heat isn’t an issue.”
Yeah, pushy. Real pushy.
“Now, how long until you think it’ll be until I can bring the horses to the farm? I want them to have some time in the grass with space to move around. It’ll be too cruel to put them in the barn for winter when they can see the grass and yet not have had a chance to roll in it and run through it.”
Damn the woman. Now she was making him sound like some cruel ogre trying to punish the damn horses.
“I’m not happy about you being in the house until I’m sure it’s completely safe.”
“What if I stay in the barn then? I thought it’d be faster for you just to check the kitchen and that one small room, but maybe if I only go in the barn that’ll make you happy.”
The pushiest woman on the planet, bar none.
“Yes, ma’am. The barn and the fence. I’ll get one of my men to check them tomorrow.”
“Excellent. Thank you so much. I’ll be waiting for you to call me.”
He stared at the screen of his cell phone. How had she done that? He’d just promised to drop all his scheduled tasks and go look at that fucking barn and fence tomorrow. He shook his head. Fucking pushy woman. But he couldn’t hide his smile. She might be pushy but she had balls. He wondered what she looked like in real life. She was starting to sound like his kind of woman.
Chapter Two
Despite having promised to stay out in the barn, Violet couldn’t resist sneaking into the house—her house now—and peeking into the rooms. No matter what that big bossy builder said about rotting floorboards and overstressed beams, the realtor had walked her though all the rooms when she’d first considered buying the farm. Well, it was her grandfather who’d bought it really, but she was the one who’d be living here.
Her grandfather was extremely wealthy and his only child, her father, had been killed in Afghanistan by an IED. He wasn’t even a soldier, just a mad-keen photographer who’d wanted to take pictures out in the countryside. Violet couldn’t remember him. She’d only been eighteen months old at the time.
Her mother hadn’t been able to cope with the death of the man she loved, turning first to alcohol, and then to social drugs, and finally to illegal hard drugs. Grandpop had admitted her to a rehabilitation program but it was too late. She
’d overdosed and was dead before Violet’s fourth birthday.
Fortunately Grandpop had been one of five children and Violet had been reared in the midst of a plethora of second and third cousins, most of whom seemed to have large families of their own.
Violet tilted her head to the side. She could hear water dripping. That was weird. The workmen weren’t here yet and she hadn’t noticed it last night. She walked into the kitchen and looked at the sink, but the faucets there were turned off properly. Next she stepped into the laundry room but once again the faucets weren’t responsible for the noise. Which seemed a little louder now.
Could the noise be coming from upstairs? Violet tipped her head up to look at the ceiling. She’d kept her word and not been up there at all, but maybe now was the time to go looking. She walked out of the laundry, down the hallway, past the little room she’d planned to stay in, and into the great room. This was the heart of the house, a gigantic space, part dining room, part living room, and part sunroom. Already Violet could picture herself here wrapped in a blanket in front of the huge open fire in winter, or sitting in a rocking chair by the window in summer.
The noise was definitely louder. She hurried now over to the staircase only to stop in surprise. Water was trickling down it, forming a puddle at the base of the lowest step.
“Hot damn. Some idiot must have left water running all night.”
Violet began to run up the stairs, glad the water was only a trickle, and that the workmen would be here soon to clean up the mess.