Cowboy Doms Collection

by BJ Wane

  Leslie thought there wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen or tried in the three years she’d enjoyed exploring alternative sex, but she’d thought wrong. Sparks shot from her nub straight up her core as he pummeled her depths with deeper, harder plunges, the tight press of those sensitive tissues against his rigid hardness unlike anything she’d experienced before. The warmth of his flesh seeped through the condom, his steely length almost painful as he rasped back and forth, abrading her clit. Tremors erupted deep inside her as his cock jerked, the onset of her orgasm bathing his shaft with a slick gush. Her muscles squeezed in uncontrollable spasms as she rode out the pleasure with as much force as he rammed into her with his own climax.

  Their heavy breathing resonated in the room, her soft cries mingling with his guttural grunts and low curses. Leslie basked in the mindless ecstasy, the rough possession and the temporary escape she’d needed from her loneliness.

  The water started to cool, pulling Leslie out of her daydream of that night. Maybe returning to the club tonight was what she needed to put Kurt and her only one-night stand behind her. Would spending a few hours seeking another temporary relief from her loneliness be worth the face-to-face reminders of what she would never have? She honestly didn’t begrudge her friends’ newfound happiness, and she had to move on some time, needed to come to terms with her fate regardless of the pain. Unless Edwin Glascott and his sons either all keeled over or had a change of heart concerning her part in putting Jason and Jake behind bars for the next forty years, she was stuck living without a commitment to either friendships or a relationship.

  Cursing the family who thought their wealth meant they could do as they pleased without consequences, she decided the only way to put one unforgettable night behind her was to replace it with something just as intense, just as pleasurable.

  By the time Leslie turned off the highway onto the narrow, tree-lined dirt road that led to the club later that night, those pesky doubts were starting to intrude again. For almost three years she’d looked forward to the weekends and the hours she would spend at the converted barn. But as she reached the gravel parking area in front of the two-story structure nestled in a wide copse, she spotted the Dunbars walking in together. Parking behind two rows of other vehicles, she watched Cade sling an arm around Sydney and pull her close as he opened one of the double-wide doors. Even from several feet away, sitting in the dimly lit lot, Leslie could make out the redhead’s smile. Connor and Tamara followed them, Connor’s laugh sifting through her open window. The swat he delivered on his wife’s butt must have been in playful retaliation for whatever she’d said since it drew a giggle from Tamara instead of a painful gasp.

  No matter how often she played with a Dom, or how much pleasure she reaped from a scene, she would never enjoy the fruits of a close bond, one that made such moments so spontaneous and fun. As she changed her mind and pulled back out, Leslie vowed to come to terms with her life as it was now. With her thirty-fifth birthday coming up in November, the time for wishing she could change the past was long over. There must be a way to reconcile with her fate without being so petty as to stay away from people she’d come to like just because their circumstances had changed for the better. She would work hard at finding it and then come back, when she was sure she could do so without envying others.

  Nan slid out of Dan’s truck and turned to watch the small Mazda exit the parking lot. Frowning, she glanced from the taillights to her fiancé. “Wasn’t that Leslie?”

  “I don’t know, I didn’t get a good look. Why?” Clasping her elbow, he steered her toward the doors.

  “I’m pretty sure it was.” Puzzlement and worry tightened her muscles. “She hasn’t shown up here for several weeks, and now she’s leaving without coming in. I wonder what’s going on with her.”

  Dan’s lips quirked as he gazed down at her with warm dark brown eyes. No matter how he looked at her, she never failed to respond with a rush of pleasure. After all the Doms she’d enjoyed playing with the past five years, he was the only one who still did it for her in every way, on every level.

  “I’m sure if she wants to confide in anyone here, she will.”

  “Maybe. She’s always kept from getting too close to anyone, too involved with any of us girls, or you Doms. It might be time for a shopping trip to Billings.” Entering the club’s playroom from the foyer, a familiar thrill shot through her as the sounds and scenes of the kinks she got off on resonated around the cavernous space. Nodding toward a table close to the bar in the center of the lower level, she said, “There’s Sydney and Tamara. Do you mind if I join them for a few minutes, Sir?” Falling into submissive mode here at The Barn always came easily despite her natural, independent nature when away from the sex-charged atmosphere.

  “Go ahead.” Dan nudged her forward with a hand on her butt. “Meet me at the bar in fifteen minutes.”

  As Nan watched him stroll across the room, his tall, broad shouldered, slim-hipped frame and tight buttocks showcased in snug denim made her itch to call him back and get started on scratching. But first, she intended to enlist help tracking down Leslie, and her reason for staying away. It wasn’t that long ago she’d learned the hard way that keeping her distance from those who cared about her wasn’t the best way to work through a difficult time. She and Leslie weren’t close, not like she was with her best friend, Tamara, and now Sydney and Avery. But she still didn’t want her to make the same mistake Nan had months ago.

  “Oh, we have got to go shopping again. I want something like that.” Sydney eyed Nan’s latex, thigh-high stockings that showcased her long legs below her matching leather thong and corset set with envy.

  Sliding into a chair, Nan crossed her legs with a smirk. “Caden would swallow his tongue. I’ll show you where you can get something similar. In fact, that’ll fall right in with what I want to run by you two, and Avery when she gets here. I think I just saw Leslie leaving. Did she even come in?”

  Tamara shook her head. “She wasn’t inside when we got here about ten minutes ago. It’s still early and no one has ventured upstairs yet, so we likely would have seen her. I wonder what’s going on with her.” Concern clouded her gray eyes.

  “Yeah, me too. So, intervention time?” Nan asked both of them.

  Sydney shrugged and sent a sly glance toward Tamara. “Why not? We butted in with Tam. May as well nag Leslie about whatever has kept her away.”

  Nan flipped Tamara a grin and then said, “I can do Wednesday since I close early. I know she teaches, so we can shop first then pick up something to eat and show up at her place. One of you will have to get her address from the club’s membership form.”

  “No warning ahead of time? I like that but she may not,” Sydney warned. “You’ve known her the longest, Nan.”

  “And yet I don’t know much about her, and we’ve never socialized outside of here. I’m not sure if she’s ever even come into Willow Springs.”

  “We should have extended an invitation sooner. I only know her well enough to say hi, and now I feel bad about that,” Tamara said.

  “Don’t. She’s shied away from getting close for a reason. If she doesn’t want that to change, we’ll respect her wishes, but it won’t hurt to extend an offer of friendship that includes sympathetic ears if she wants to talk. In the meantime, who the hell are those two?” Nan pointed toward two newcomers settling on stools at the bar, both men well over six foot. The one with coal black hair and matching eyes was just as panty-melting as his friend who wore his wavy, salt and pepper hair long enough to tie back like Connor did, his matching goatee framing a sexy mouth.

  Tamara feigned a lustful sigh. “That’s Master Mitchell on the right with the long hair I’d love to tug out of that leather band. He’s the new doctor in town and I get to ogle him at work.”

  Nan placed her hand over her heart. “I do believe I’ve put off getting a pap smear for way too long.”

  Sydney almost spilled her drink on a choked laugh. “You moron. I’m drooling ov
er Master Kurt. Caden said he went to school with him but he moved to Texas years ago. He’s just returned to take over running the family spread for his ailing father. According to hubby, the Wilcox family can trace their roots in Montana back decades and they’re listed in the top ten of wealthiest families in the state.”

  Nan raised a slim brow at that information and then spotted Dan coming toward her. “Uh, oh. I think Master Dan caught me staring.” Pushing to her feet, her pulse skipped a beat and her nipples peaked as he frowned at her. “Gotta go. Let’s meet at the tea shop around two on Wednesday.”

  Watching her hightail it over to her fiancé, Tamara giggled. “She’s still the only one I know who looks forward to a punishment.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. We may not like them as intense as she does, but you can get into a long session over Connor’s knees just like I can with Caden,” Sydney pointed out.

  “Yeah, you’re right. And now that you’ve planted that in my head, it’s time to join Connor upstairs. Catch you later.”

  Chapter 4

  Kurt hefted the saddle onto Atlas’ back, eager to get started on the day’s chores. Damn but it felt good working outdoors again, riding every day and settling in to managing the ranch again. Even dealing with his father’s surly attitude the last few mornings hadn’t dimmed his enthusiasm for the long hours of physical labor. He understood Leland was dealing with a lot of changes in his life, both physical and mental. It would be difficult for anyone who was used to a physically active life to lose so much ability. What he didn’t understand was his obstinance when it came to doing the physical therapy that would help him regain some of that strength back.

  “Stubborn old man,” he muttered under his breath as he tightened the cinch strap, ensuring his saddle wouldn’t slip. The sun already shone bright enough to warm his back and shoulders as he led the stallion out of the stables and waved to the group of hired hands mounting up for fence repairs. Usually by early September, they would start noticing cooler temperatures, but this year it looked like they were in for a few unseasonably warm weeks nobody was complaining about.

  “Are you referring to your father?” Roy asked with a grin, overhearing him as he rode up.

  “Who else? I left him arguing with Cory about going into Willow Springs for therapy instead of having the therapist come out here. It would do him good to get out.” Kurt swung up into the saddle and nudged his hat down to shield his eyes from the bright glare as they rode out side-by-side.

  Roy nodded. “I agree. When he’s ready, I’ll help get him up into a saddle again, go along on a ride if you want. That might be enough incentive to spur him along.”

  “I’ve already mentioned it, and he seemed pleased with the idea. But when I brought up changing his therapy sessions to the clinic on Monday, he bit my head off and has refused to discuss Cory driving him in for two days now.” As they rode past the family burial plot, he shifted his gaze toward the headstones and fresh flowers adding color to the drab gray slabs.

  “The anniversary of Brittany’s death is coming up next month. Leland is always at his worst in the fall,” Roy reminded him.

  “Yeah, I remember.” That was one of the reasons Kurt had waited to make his annual trip back home until the end of each year. It didn’t surprise him to hear Leland’s grief and anger hadn’t eased during the years he’d lived in Houston. Any day now, Kurt expected his dad to throw her death in his face, blame him once again for not controlling his sister’s behavior. Not once had his father given him credit for getting Brittany into counseling, for cutting off her allowance in the hopes that would curtail her efforts to buy alcohol and drugs, or for sending the cops after her when she’d resorted to stealing from the family safe, which had resulted in mandatory rehab. “Let’s ride. I need to clear my mind of what’s waiting for me at the end of the day.”

  Along with riding the fence line looking to repair downed sections, Kurt and the cowpokes mingled with the herds, interacting with the cattle in a calm fashion to keep their stress level down. Like with people, stress could render beef cattle more susceptible to disease. From what he had observed since returning, he estimated close to a thousand head were nearing the ideal weight of between one thousand and twelve hundred pounds and were old enough to take to market and sold for the highest dollar. But the Wilcox family had always juggled several businesses, including horse breeding and oil, not to mention the investments of their capital. All of which fell to him to stay on top of. While he enjoyed managing the business side of his family’s wealth, nothing beat spending a few hours riding the wide-open spaces with the view of pine-covered mountains rising up into the clear blue sky, stopping along the way to mend downed fences and check their security system. Not all of their land was fenced in, but at least two-thirds was.

  As he hammered a board into place with a breeze tickling the back of his sweaty neck, Kurt’s mind wandered to the evening he spent getting to know the members of The Barn, and how his thoughts were constantly disrupted by intruding memories of those few hours he’d enjoyed with Leslie. It was only natural, wasn’t it, to wonder, and worry about the woman with the haunted eyes and the desperate pleas? He figured the only way to settle his conscience was to make another trip into Billings with the sole purpose of looking her up and checking on her welfare. He figured once he did that, he could put her out of his mind and get on with entertaining some of the eager submissives he’d met at the club. Besides reconnecting with Caden, his best friend from school, that was one of the perks of returning home, and a great outlet to relieve some of the stress from dealing with his father on a daily basis.

  Kurt returned to the house at noon, sweaty, dirty, aching in a good way and ready to put a few hours in at his desk right after lunch. As soon as he stepped inside and heard Leland’s belligerent yelling from his room, he knew a shower and food would have to wait.

  “I said no, and I meant it! One more word and you’re fired.”

  With a sigh and a surge of muscle-tightening anger, he strode down the hall and flung open the door without knocking. “What the hell are you bellowing about?” It pissed him off to see Leland still sitting by the window where Kurt had left him earlier, his hair disheveled, his face flushed as he glared at poor Cory.

  “He,” Leland jabbed a finger at his aide, “says you called off my home therapy visits. That true?”

  “We discussed this, Dad,” he answered, struggling for calm. “You’re well enough to go in for therapy. Tamara has more equipment and resources at the clinic to help get you back on your feet than here.”

  “And I told you I’m not leaving the ranch,” he shot back without an explanation.

  “Why? Everyone knows about your stroke, it’s not as if anyone who sees you rolling into the clinic will be surprised. You need to get out of this…” Kurt flung his hand toward Brittany’s shrine, “mausoleum.” There, it was out. The wedge between them that was still keeping them apart.

  A stricken look crossed Leland’s face, one Kurt couldn’t recall witnessing before. Shifting his bleak expression from Brittany’s picture back out the window, he said in a quiet subdued tone, “Go have lunch. I’ll think about therapy.”

  Kurt saw Cory’s shoulders relax and nodded at him. It was a small boon, but it was progress. “Come into the kitchen and join me. You haven’t taken a meal with me since I returned.” He shoved aside the pang of hurt that wrought.

  Instead of snapping in annoyance, his voice conveyed sad resignation that both frustrated and saddened Kurt as Leland replied, “No, go away, son.”

  “I’ll get your tray, Mr. Wilcox.” Cory followed Kurt out, saying, “Don’t give up. He’s changed since you’ve returned, but he’s wrestling with something I can’t get out of him.”

  “I’ve noticed the change, but I’ve also seen the surliness I’ve come to expect. He blows hot and cold.” Slapping him on the back as they reached the kitchen, Kurt said, “You deserve a raise. Let me look at the books…”

  C
ory shook his head. “Thank you, but your dad just gave me a hefty pay increase. Yeah,” he added when Kurt’s eyes widened in surprise, “caught me off guard too.”

  In the past, Kurt always had to go to battle for wage increases and charitable contributions as Leland tended to hoard his money close. He always won the battles, but he’d never known his father to increase anyone’s salary out of the blue, on his own, no matter how deserving. “So, another change we’ll have to consider. At least it’s a good one.”

  “Oh, it was very good.” He didn’t ask, but Cory’s wide smile proved how pleased he was with it.

  “There you two are.” Babs pulled a large bowl out of the refrigerator. “Come have some potato salad and meatloaf. I was just getting ready to fix Mr. Wilcox’s tray.”

  “I’ll be in after I shower, Babs. Thanks.”

  Now, Kurt pondered as he went to his room, stripped and stepped under the hot spray, if only he could talk his dad into picking up the pace on therapy, get one blonde haired woman with lonely blue eyes out of his head and get caught up on paperwork, things just might settle down into a pleasant routine around here.

  “Bye, Ms. Collins.”

  Leslie smiled down at her second grader who never failed to give her a hug on his way out to the bus. “See you tomorrow, Timothy.” She ruffled his bright red hair, her heart turning over when he gave her a gapped-tooth grin and finger wave before scampering down the front steps of the school.

  For most people, Wednesdays signaled hump day and the downslide to the weekend they were looking forward to. She viewed mid-week as getting close to spending another weekend alone in self-imposed isolation and wrestling with her plaguing thoughts. Pivoting, she went back inside to gather up her take-home work, thinking for about the tenth time what a mistake it was to turn tail and leave before entering the club last weekend. The past four nights since, her dreams were not only invaded by a dominant stranger sharing her bed but taunted by her cowardice in being unable to get back into the groove of visiting her favorite social hangout.