Kitty Anne in Charge [Cattleman's Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “Fine.”

  “And you can’t be there when I talk to the other woman.” He wasn’t going to tolerate any arguments on that point and knew just how to assure he didn’t have to. “Or she won’t tell me the truth.”

  “Well then, I guess Nick and I will have to entertain ourselves.” Kitty Anne shrugged, completely unconcerned by that threat. “I’m sure boyfriend number one and I will be able to find something to do at a sex club.”

  “Don’t worry I’ll keep her nice and warm for you, boyfriend number two,” Nick tacked on with a smug smile.

  “You two are a laugh a minute,” GD muttered as he jerked the door open. “Best you both remember that, at the club, I’m king.”

  * * * *

  Kitty Anne didn’t know what she’d expected of GD’s club, but it surpassed all the marks. She stood there in the luxurious entrance and stared around, marveling at the blatant wealth. Nick appeared to be in awe as well. GD, on the other hand, took it all in stride.

  He wasn’t kidding about being king, though Kitty Anne suspected there were a lot of kings lurking around. There were certainly a lot of guys acting like it as an endless sea of beautiful, naked women flowed around, headed in all directions.

  There was the dining hall, the main hall, the men’s den, the courtyard, something called the cube, and gardens that put Camp D’s landscaping to shame. Kitty Anne saw it all as GD led her and Nick through an endless maze of writhing bodies toward a cabana that appeared to be floating in its own private lake.

  The setting was nothing short of spectacular. The lake itself was clearly a pool, one laid out like a tropical lagoon. That matched the look of the cabana. The walls were made up of layers of sheer curtains that floated softly in the breeze. The floor was basically one big bed.

  There were rings and posts and even a pulley system that she suspected was some kind of bondage tool. As far as she could tell from what she had seen of the club and its members, the Cattlemen liked their women naked and bound. The also liked them bent over, on their knees, legs spread, ankles behind their head, and that was just the beginning of a very long list.

  Kitty Anne was impressed by just how long a list it was. That wasn’t all she was. She also happened to be wet and more than a little turned on. She didn’t think she was the only one. While GD cut through the crowds with a determined stride, dragging her behind him with a death grip on her hand, Nick followed at a slightly slower pace. Just as fascinated by the spectacle unfolding around them, he was all but tripping over his own feet as his eyes cut in all directions.

  There was no mistaking the bulge growing bigger by the second beneath his jean’s zipper or the looks Nick garnered from the women as they passed. Kitty Anne would have shot them dirty looks, but she was too busy staring in fascination. This place really was over the top, and GD was obviously king.

  That quickly became clear from the nods he received, along with the constant pestering of questions he shrugged off. Now was clearly not the time. He had plans, and Kitty Anne could easily guess what they were. Even if she hadn’t, it would have quickly become clear as GD pulled to a stop at the beginning of the floating walkway.

  He turned toward her and stared down at Kitty Anne with a look that made her knees go weak. This was not her big gentle, redneck giant but a man who was not to be defied.

  “As long as you are here, I am in charge,” GD stated in a tone that brooked no argument, not that Kitty Anne planned on offering up any resistance. “I am the master. You will obey my every command without hesitation, or you will be punished. Understand?”

  Kitty Anne just smiled. She understood. It would irritate him if she didn’t agree, and she just might get that spanking after all, or maybe not. Before GD could respond to her disobedience, Nick spoke up, sounding more than a little irritated.

  “What about me? Don’t I get to be a master?”

  “No.” GD couldn’t be any clearer than that.

  “Hey!” Nick objected indignantly. “I want to boss Kitty Anne around, too, and I’d be good at it. Watch.” Nick turned to her, scrunched his face all up as though he was constipated, and barked, “Strip! Now, wench!”

  “That’s not how you do it,” GD objected instantly, which had Kitty Anne reaching for the hem of her dress, not that either man noticed.

  “Well, maybe, that’s not how you do it,” Nick shot back. “But I ran an entire prostitution ring. I think I know how to boss women around.”

  “You didn’t boss them around,” GD snapped in exasperation. “You hooked them—”

  “Look, she’s naked,” Nick cut him off, nodding to where Kitty Anne stood, wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and a bra that lifted her breasts up high.

  Her dress floated across the pond like a forgotten talisman. Kitty Anne reached behind her and snapped her bra free, tossing it on to the gently waving water as both men eyed her with a hunger that left her feeling both emboldened and weak. She was their toy, and she couldn’t wait to get played with.

  With that thought warming the blood in her veins, Kitty Anne shoved her panties down to her ankles and kicked them off, allowing the heady scent of her wet pussy to thicken in the air as both men eyed her with a look that had Kitty Anne smiling. She didn’t have to say a word. They knew who was in charge now.

  To prove it, she turned and ran down the walkway, veering as she heard their footsteps pounding after her and leaping right off the edge into the pool. The cool water closed in around her, and she couldn’t help but bite back a laugh.

  This was living, and she wanted a membership.

  * * * *

  GD watched Kitty Anne float out into the pool. Like a siren, she’d lure him into temptation, and he so wanted to smash himself against her rocks…or her against his rocks, as the case may be. He wanted her, now and forever. That thought had him hearing again her own words of love.

  It had been something else to watch Kitty Anne stand up to her mother and claim him as her own just as she had Nick. She loved them both, and they loved her. The future was set and couldn’t be brighter or sweeter if he’d designed it himself. Of course, that future would have to wait a little longer because he had somebody else’s to go ruin.

  “Oh, it just sucks to be the king.” Nick snickered as he tossed his shirt into the pool and bent over to start tugging at his boots. “Kings are always so busy managing their kingdoms. It’s no wonder the queen tends to like to do the help.”

  “Are you the help?” GD quirked an eyebrow at that, not considering Nick helpful in that moment at all.

  “Well, I’m certainly going to help myself.” Nick chuckled, amused by his own wit. “And you got a raven-haired beauty to go harass, but don’t worry, I’ll keep Kitty Anne’s pussy nice and wet for you.”

  GD’s eyes narrowed on Nick’s gloating smirk, but he couldn’t deny that he had other things to do right then than Kitty Anne. That didn’t mean he couldn’t get a little revenge on Nick. Without a word, he shoved past the other man, pushing Nick straight into the pool still wearing his boots and knowing they’d be forever ruined.

  Nick knew it, too. He hollered out at GD, calling him an asshole, but the laughter was still there in his tone. The deep-toned rumble was accentuated by the sweet giggles coming from Kitty Anne. She called out to him as well, urging him to come back quickly because she was in the mood for a sandwich.

  As if he weren’t hard and hurting bad enough, her words assured GD moved quickly as he cut through the Saturday night revelers filling out the Cattleman’s Club. He looked high and low for Lana, frustratingly finding her nowhere. That wasn’t right. He got a sick feeling in his stomach that something was really off, or maybe it was just the pain coming from his balls.

  He didn’t want to be wasting his time with Lana. He wanted to be back at the cabana, making more than just a snack out of Kitty Anne. He was going to make a whole damn meal out of her, and it was those thoughts that entertained him as he waited in a dark corner of Lana’s office for her to retur
n a half-hour later.

  She stumbled into the small, well-organized room, appearing frazzled and upset. She didn’t even notice GD sulking in the corner as she clicked on the desk lamp and dropped her purse into the leather seat tucked behind it. He waited till she had her back completely toward him before speaking up.

  “So,” he began, pausing for a second as Lana gasped and whipped around to cast a startled gaze in his direction.

  The skirt of her dress arced in a perfect circle around her legs, and GD had to admit that she looked just as good dressed as undressed. That was something Kitty Anne wasn’t anymore. He knew she wanted new clothes badly, but he and Nick also knew she wanted to make them herself.

  He suspected that stubbornness would remain for the rest of their lives, but it was okay with him. Kitty Anne always looked beautiful to GD wearing anything and perfect wearing nothing. If the clothing her mother had provided her made Kitty Anne look anything less than gorgeous to the rest of the boys and men surrounding her every day, that was fine by him.

  “GD! Oh my God, you damn near gave me a heart attack.” Lana let her words weigh as she grasped her chest and staggered backward. “What are you doing over there in the corner?”

  “Waiting for you.”

  “Really?” Lana frowned as she quickly moved around the desk, shifting her purse from the chair to the smooth, wooden desktop. “Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t know,” GD admitted honestly. He’d considered just how he was going to handle this conversation for the last hour and come to only one conclusion. It was time to be blunt. “Did you set Chase’s barn on fire, Lana?”

  The answer was yes. He could see it in her eyes and in the way she hesitated before scoffing.

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” Lana snorted and waved him away, but her act quickly crumbled as GD revealed the truth. “I would never—”

  “There was a witness.”

  That was all it took to have Lana going still. Her gaze met his before her chin finally dipped and she gave up the charade. “I didn’t know Patton was in there. Chase had told me…he’d made it clear he wasn’t coming back. Not ever, you know?

  “I just…” Lana shook her head as she sighed. “Everything just hit me. All the years. All the memories. That barn…it was just a symbol of everything, and I wanted to tear it down.”

  GD could get that. That barn was where the club had started, where the Davis brothers had honed their craft and their ideas. It was also where Lana had fallen in love with Chase. GD could understand why the thought of the place had probably pained Lana. He could even believe that she didn’t know Patton was inside.

  None of that changed anything.

  “And Gwen saw you,” GD took a guess at what had happened, but this time, he was wrong.

  “No. Charlotte saw…” Lana’s words faded as she appeared to realize she’d just been played. “I thought you knew there was a witness?”

  “I knew Gwen was blackmailing you, and I figured out what she had on you.” GD shrugged and quickly changed the conversation. “So Charlotte saw and told Gwen.”

  That made sense. Before Charlotte had been the Davis brothers’ former housekeeper and bed warmer, she’d been tight with Gwen. They’d hung out at the club and even enjoyed each other’s more intimate company.

  “You have to prepare for this to become public knowledge,” GD warned her, feeling the guilt for the light dimming in her eyes. Normally, he’d have protected her, but there was a kid involved. Kevin came first.

  “You’re going to turn me in?” she asked in disbelief.

  “I have no choice.”

  Lana blinked that information in and then slumped back into her seat, recognizing the finality in his tone. “How long do I have?”

  “How long do you need?” GD countered, not completely unsympathetic to her feelings and wishing he didn’t have to sacrifice her.

  “Give me a day.”

  “That’s it?” That didn’t seem like enough. After all, Lana co-owned a sex club with the Davis brothers, so saying things could get complicated was kind of an understatement. Lana, though, maintained her position.

  “I’ll tell them tonight.” Speaking almost as if to herself, she whispered out that plan before glancing up and offering GD a half-smile and cold assurance. “I’ll probably be gone by tomorrow.”

  “Then I’ll miss you.”

  And he would, but that was life. It just kept going, and so did his. Certain that the issue was finally settled and his conscience free, GD lifted out of his seat to offer Lana a quick hug before heading back to the cabana and the comfort of his own future.

  A future that wasn’t exactly how he planned. By the time he’d gotten back to the pool, Kitty Anne and Nick had moved onto the bed…sort of.

  Coming to a stop, GD blinked as he mouth fell open and the shock just popped out.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “No.” GD shook his head as Kitty Anne’s lips puckered into a pout, but he refused to be moved. “No. Absolutely not.”

  “What?” Kitty Anne blinked as if surprised by his objection. “Don’t you like my outfit? I found it in that little closet over there.”

  GD didn’t glance at the corner column she pointed to. His gaze, instead, remaining riveted on her. Besides, he didn’t doubt her words. He recognized the get-up, and she did look good in it, but still…the woman was also decked out in enough leather to make Catwoman jealous.

  She even had a mask on, along with five-inch-stiletto boots that laced all the way up to her knees. As if her outfit wasn’t preposterous enough, she had one foot propped up on the edge of the bedframe, opening up her cunt to Nick, who knelt at her feet with his head buried beneath the short skirt Kitty Anne was wearing.

  GD had a pretty good idea of what the other man was up to. After all, he could hear how much fun Nick was having, and Kitty Anne was obviously swaying on her heels. A breathless smile lingered on her lips as she tried to cajole him into giving her what she wanted.

  “Come on,” Kitty Anne purred, pausing as her breath caught and her lashes fluttered. GD knew that look, knew Nick had just caught her clit up in some kind of kiss. He must have released it a second later because Kitty Anne picked right back up as if nothing had happened.

  “I’m wearing your collar,” Kitty pointed out with an innocent smile that GD didn’t believe for a second.

  “And that’s all you are supposed to be wearing.”

  “Hmm.” Kitty Anne appeared to consider that for a moment before tapping Nick on the shoulder.

  At that silent command, he pulled back, releasing her pussy and glancing up as they exchanged a quick look before he shifted to the bed. Settling back, Nick watched along with GD as Kitty Anne reached for her mask’s ties. The bit of lace fluttered to the floor seconds later as her hand slid slowly down to the laces holding her corset together.

  GD’s gaze tracked the graceful motion of her hands as she began to unwind those laces, slowly allowing the full, rounded mounds of her naked breasts to fall free. The sight of those big and beautiful tits, tipped with the hardest, pink peaks, had him swallowing back the urge to growl.

  Growl and strike because he’d waited long enough to feel her soft and wet and giving beneath him. The memory of that one little taste of her he’d gotten a week ago ate like acid at his control as he watched Kitty Anne’s corset fall to the floor. It took all his strength to stand there and not touch. GD’s hands clenched into fists as hers reached for the waistband of her skirt. A second later Kitty Anne was stepping out of it, leaving her wearing nothing but her boots and GD’s collar as she came to a stop mere inches from him.

  Kitty Anne held his gaze as she reached up and unlatched the collar. It fell to the floor with a soft thud that matched the solemn seriousness of Kitty Anne’s tone as she lifted a hand and waved it before his nose.

  “I’m not going to wear your collar, but I will wear your ring. Right here.” She curled down every fing
er but her ring one. “Because I love you, and I’m going to marry you. You got me, George Davis?”

  GD smiled. He got her, and he couldn’t deny that she had him.

  “Yeah?” Lifting a brow and playing along with her, GD cast a look back over at Nick, who was sitting there naked and grinning. “And what about boyfriend number one over there? Where’s his ring going?”

  “Beneath yours,” Nick shot back. “She’s going to get my name tattooed on her finger.”

  Kitty Anne didn’t confirm or deny that claim. She didn’t have to. Her smile said it all. “Of course, I’m not going to agree until you answer one last question honestly.”

  “And what is that?”

  “How do you really feel about me, Mr. Davis?”

  GD couldn’t help but reach out and cup her soft cheeks in his big palms. Forcing her chin up, he dipped his head but hesitated to claim the kiss he knew she anticipated. Instead, he allowed his lips to brush against hers as he laid down his own vow.

  “I love you, beautiful. Now pick up the collar and put it on because I’m in charge tonight.”

  “Is that right?” Kitty Anne leaned back to gaze up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “And what do I get if I’m a good girl?”

  “What do you want? A ring…or a spanking?”

  * * * *

  Kitty Anne wanted both. More importantly, she knew she would have both. GD wouldn’t deny her. Not anything. Of that she was certain, which was just why she smiled and sank slowly to her knees. Holding GD’s gaze, she slid down to her knees, putting her lips just inches from the thick bulge tenting his pants as she reached for his collar.

  The hunger and possessive satisfaction flared in his dark gaze as she wrapped the piece of lace back around her neck and re-latched the little silver buckle, but when GD would have reached a hand out to stroke her cheek, Kitty Anne leaned back and offered him a warning.

  “Married couples wear matching rings and collars.”