by Avery Gale
Out of the Storm by Avery Gale
Out of the Storm
Masters of the Prairie Winds Club
Book One
by Avery Gale
© Copyright 2013 JK Publishing, Inc.
ISBN# 9781310668586
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Edited by Caroline Kirby
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Dedication
A huge thanks to Clint and Kimberly Bollinger in Sealy, Texas, for their technical advice and permission to use that great fence on the cover. Oh yes, they are very real and just as helpful and talented in real-life as they are in the book and I can’t tell you how much their friendship means to me.
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Books by Avery Gale
Excerpt from Mated
Excerpt from Cadence of Love
Excerpt from Rane’s Giants
Chapter One
Kyle West couldn’t remember the last time he’d driven in a worse thunderstorm. The lightning was flashing so close that it was blinding him for a few seconds after each strike and the thunder cracks were jarring his damned teeth. The pounding rain was coming down in sheets and looking as if it was blowing horizontally. It was also falling faster than the water could drain from the black asphalt so his truck was continually right on the verge of hydroplaning. Damn it, I should have left that meeting when I wanted to. Hell, I’d already be home and changed out of this fucking monkey suit.
There wasn’t much in the world Kyle West hated more than meetings with investors and advertisers that he didn’t need or want, or city traffic, and wearing a damned tie. And today he’d had to deal with all of the above and his patience was about as thin as it could get without him going off the deep end. The local weather forecasters had been talking about a chance of sudden cloudbursts, but this was far beyond that lame-assed description if you asked him. Kyle had decided years ago that forecasting the weather anywhere in the central part of the United States had to involve a monkey on crack in the backroom of the television station with a quarter for flippin’. He’d seen all those fancy storm chaser vans racing around the countryside the past few years, but he hadn’t noticed the forecasts getting any more accurate. Yep, a monkey and a coin could probably save the taxpayers millions.
Pressing the button to connect to his hands-free phone, he wasn’t surprised when he got the automated message saying he didn’t have any wireless service. Hell, service out in the boonies of Texas hill country could be spotty on a sunny day and with this kind of torrential storm, he would have been more surprised if he’d had service. Kyle wanted to call the club and let them know he was only about an hour out, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Hopefully their housekeeper had left him something to eat because he hadn’t wanted to stop in Austin before heading home.
His brother, Kent, was going to owe him big for this one, yes indeed. Usually his twin went to these meetings and rubbed elbows with the rich, famous, and annoying. But Kent had promised to help a couple of their buddies settle into one of the cabins that had been fixed up behind the club. Both Ash and Dex had been on their SEAL team, and when the pair of Doms decided they weren’t going to re-up, Kyle and Kent hadn’t wasted any time signing them on as security and Dungeon Monitors.
After talking to owners of other BDSM clubs all over the globe, they’d decided to avoid volunteer dungeon monitors and instructors if possible. Their membership fees were high enough that it would easily cover the salaries of trained personnel. Both he and Kent wanted to do everything they could to make the club a model for safe, sane, and consensual play, and having experienced staff was essential to meeting that goal. The safety of each one of their members would always be their number one priority and every decision they made was to that end.
When he and Kent had first started scouting locations for the club they’d envisioned, real estate agents had shown them every piece of shit warehouse their companies had listed. Most of the buildings they had looked at would have needed to be completely razed and rebuilt in order to meet safety codes. However, a casual conversation with a fellow Dom led them to the perfect pro
perty. The Dom was one of the few commercial bankers Kyle had ever met that he thought actually had a conscience. The man was in the process of closing down a middle-aged couple’s dream project because they’d fallen victim to the economic downturn that had turned the average person’s vacation money into gas and grocery funds. Kent and Kyle had expressed an interest when he’d described the property and he’d set up a meeting for the next day. When they’d met Don and Patty Reynolds, both he and Kent had liked the couple immediately and it had been easy to see why the banker had felt so bad about pulling the plug on the dude ranch and retreat center the Reynolds had been building.
It was instantly apparent that Don Reynolds was a Dom and that his lovely wife was his submissive. When he and Kent explained their plans for the property, both had eagerly asked if there was any chance they could stay on as employees and the West brothers had hired them on the spot. Don had proven to be an amazing carpenter, mechanic, and landscaper. His lovely wife, Patty, was working as their housekeeper and cook even though her cooking expertise was something of a running joke. Kyle chuckled to himself thinking back on all the times they had all eaten absolutely horrible food simply because no one had wanted to hurt her feelings. Kyle was glad that Ash and Dex were finally here, because both men were amazing cooks and they’d already been told helping Patty was their number one priority.
The compound sat on sixty acres and well hidden from the main road by rolling hills and well placed rows of trees. The acreage was bordered with a slow moving cliff-lined creek along the back property line, that creek eventually fed into Lake Travis near Austin. They had one of the few open water level access points to the creek for miles in either direction and they hadn’t hesitated to take advantage of it by building a large covered dock for entertaining. To the left as you drove down the long white slate drive was a small lake with water so crystal clear that you could easily see to the bottom despite the fact it was nearly thirty feet deep. They’d installed a lighted fountain in the center which was controlled by computers in the security office. Setting up the fountain had been fun for two former Special Forces soldiers who had been trained to work in any type of water conditions. Despite the fact their friends hadn’t understood why they’d been like kids with a new toy project, it really had been like Christmas morning when they’d gotten to “play in the water” as Patty had called it. Kent and Don had laughed when Patty visibly paled after Kyle had told her the only thing missing was a good explosion.
The horse barn had been converted into a fitness center, including a full size boxing ring, a gym that would rival most commercial facilities, and both men’s and women’s locker rooms. The entire property was surrounded by beautiful oak and pine trees, and there were now several paved and rock lined walking trails and outdoor scene areas that were monitored by state of the art audio and visual equipment. All of the cameras were motion and sound activated so anyone using those areas was as safe as someone inside the club itself.
They utilized the enormous main structure as the home to The Masters of the Prairie Winds Club. The BDSM club included a bar and dance area as well as several demonstration and stage areas. They’d added numerous themed rooms that could be easily opened up for the viewing pleasure of others if the participants happened to be exhibitionists. The basement had been transformed into a dungeon that looked like something the early Texas settlers would have assumed an old European castle would look like. He and Kent had enjoyed working with a designer to incorporate elements of both old west and Middle Ages traditions. All the basement walls and floors had been rough faced and the electrical wiring for the wall sconce lighting and monitoring equipment had been tap drilled so it was hidden from view. The entire dungeon was almost spooky in its realism. It was easy to forget where you were until you started looking around at the padded black leather equipment and the implement wall, which held over a hundred different devices. Most were for various types of impact play but there were other treasures hidden there as well.
Kyle and Kent shared the top floor’s spacious apartment. Kent had turned the space into something that looked like it belonged in some fucking magazine in Kyle’s opinion and of course that meant their mom had ooed and awed until Kyle and both of their dads had been rolling their eyes. Both Dean and Dell West had finally conceded that it was beautiful, but had steadfastly insisted it was also stuffy. Kyle spent most of his time in the media room or sleeping, so in the end the décor hadn’t really mattered to him at all.
Kent had agreed to let Kyle design the rooftop garden and outdoor kitchen. And Kyle had made sure the area’s casual ambiance made it a great place to relax and entertain. He’d chosen a hot tub that would easily seat ten people and the small outdoor kitchen area was perfect for their needs. The “patio” as it had quickly become known also had a hidden entrance to their personal playroom.
The playroom had been Kyle’s favorite personal project and it really was something to behold. God, he was proud of that room. He’d intentionally made it as modern and sleek as possible because he hadn’t seen any reason to create another dungeon when they had one just three floors below. Their personal play area had dark oak flooring and with its corner location meant there were two walls of windows and he’d lined the other two walls with mirrors. The closets, bathroom, and shower area were hidden behind mirrored doors and the equipment in the room was all stainless steel and black leather. Exposed polished steel beams lined the ceiling and chains on ball-bearing rollers could be positioned at almost any location throughout the room.
They’d spent almost a year remodeling and adding on to the main building, and then getting everything set up before opening just a few months ago. He and Kent had agreed that they wouldn’t spare any expense, and the finished product was something they were both extremely proud of. Thanks to large trust funds from both sets of grandparents and their fathers’ extremely sound investment strategies, money wasn’t a concern for either of the West brothers. But being independently wealthy had never meant their parents hadn’t pushed them to be the best they could be no matter what challenge they’d been facing. Both of their dads had believed in hard work and had passed that mindset on to both he and Kent. Both he and his brother had a tremendous amount of love and respect for all three of their parents and their parents’ polyamorous relationship had never seemed odd in Kyle or Kent’s opinions. As a matter of fact, he and Kent had decided when they were just kids that they wanted to share a wife as well.
Muttering to himself about the fact the storm seemed to be intensifying rather than abating, Kyle was momentarily blinded by another brilliant flash of lightning and it took him a few seconds to process the fact there had been someone standing in the middle of the highway. Holy fuck. Slamming on the brakes was his first instinct but he quickly backed off them when he felt the back of his truck begin to fishtail and he certainly didn’t want his ass end swinging around and hitting a pedestrian. Thanking God above he hadn’t been going fast because his reduced speed had meant he’d been able to miss the lunatic standing in the middle of the road by the slimmest of margins. Why someone would stand in the middle of a water-filled roadway in an electrical storm waving their arms was something Kyle just couldn’t imagine. He slowly managed to maneuver to the side of the road and it took him a couple seconds to calm down his racing heart.
Kyle could almost feel the adrenaline pumping through his system as he grabbed a rain slicker from the back of his truck and pulled it on. It wasn’t like it was going to make any difference with the rain coming sideways, but he felt better knowing he’d made the effort. Jumping down out of his truck, he turned around to face a very wet and extremely pissed off angel.
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Tobi Strobel was livid…completely over the top pissed. From the moment she’d burst into her boss’s office at Austin Gardens and Homes and met Lilly West, her entire world had seemed to tip on its axis. Tobi had been on a tear about the interview she’d been trying to schedule with Prairie Winds “cad” owners, Kyle and
Kent West. And she hadn’t even bothered to knock before she’d blown into the small room like a Cat 5 hurricane. When the beautiful dark haired beauty had introduced herself as the “cads” mother, Tobi had wanted to melt into the floor. But Lilly West had been the epitome of grace and only laughed as she’d agreed that her sons were a handful for sure, even though she claimed to be withholding judgment on the “cad” determination. Tobi had felt drawn to Lilly in a way she hadn’t really been able to explain, and the only reason she could come up with was because she’d lost her own mother when she’d been so young. The excuse sounded weak even in her own mind, but it was the only reason she could come up with…at least it was the only one she was willing to accept. Lilly had assured Tobi that her assessment of Kyle and Kent avoiding interviews was dead on and had promised to help her secure an appointment the following day. Before Lilly had left the small magazine’s office, she’d given Tobi a long hug and then kissed her on the forehead saying, “They are going to be thrilled to finally find you.”
Later that night Tobi had laid awake wondering at the woman’s strange words, but her musings had been cut short by a text message from Kent West giving her directions to Prairie Winds and asking her to arrive at precisely seven the next evening. Tobi hadn’t minded the fact she’d be giving up her Friday evening because she never really went out anyway. It wasn’t like she had any disposable funds for entertainment, and quite frankly, her small apartment wasn’t in a neighborhood that was safe to be out and about in after dark. What she hadn’t planned on was the fact she’d be facing a storm so fierce she’d been forced to pull over to the edge of the road because she hadn’t been able to see where she was going.
Thank God she’d left her seat belt fastened because she had no sooner put her small car in park than a large truck had barreled past and barely clipped her back bumper, sending her ancient Toyota nose down into a deep ditch. The ditch was rapidly filling with water, so Tobi grabbed her things, wrapped them in a couple of plastic bags she found under her seat and climbed back up to the roadside. Amazingly, not one single person had stopped despite the fact she’d been standing right at the road’s edge.