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In Her Cowboy Doms, policewoman Georgia Fox, plagued with guilt by her failure to find the murderer of an innocent family, is forced to take a vacation from duty. After meeting sexy Paul and Destin Casing, she decides to use her time off to fulfill her fantasies with the two commanding cowboys.
When Georgia shows up in their small town of Pleasure, Texas, the Casing brothers recognize she’s the sub they want. Getting her to realize she’s a submissive is hard enough, but freeing her of her guilt is even harder.
The killer has to know if she can identify him. He shows up at the ranch’s BDSM club to find out. When Georgia disappears, the men are ready to search heaven and earth to find her. Will they be able to? Will she have suffered more than she can bear? Will her guilt keep her trapped, unable to set herself free to accept them as her Doms?
In Trusting Her Doms, the men in Carly Rivers’s life have lied and cheated on her. The only thing she can count on is that she can’t count on men. She’s on her own, back in Pleasure, and determined to get her mother to leave her abusive father.
Ranchers Hank Irons and Ron Callows moonlight as Doms at the BDSM club at Pleasure Ranch. After hiring Carly as a waitress, they hope they can turn her into the submissive they’ve longed for. But when she freaks out while getting a spanking, they’re thrown. Can she handle being a submissive? Can they help her lose the chip on her shoulder regarding men? Or will her lack of trust ruin all their plans?
Carly’s past comes back to haunt her forcing a showdown between her men and her father and mother. Who will she trust? Her family? Or her Doms?
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
Her Cowboy Doms
Officer Georgia Fox switched on the patrol car lights and hit the siren. Pulling over a driver on the cold winter night was the last thing she wanted to do, but after three years with the Atlanta Police Department, she knew that even the smallest things could make a difference in not only her safety but that of others.
The Mercedes’s right turn signal flashed as the driver pulled off the road to the side of the highway. She could see the silhouettes of two men in the front seat, but couldn’t make out any details. After calling in her location and status, she opened her car door and got out. Her partner, Mack Horton, remained in the patrol cruiser and ran the license plate number through the computer system.
She approached the vehicle carefully, her palm over her holstered gun. Although she doubted anything bad would happen, her training had taught her that it was better to be prepared than sorry. The driver put down his window, his hair blowing at the blast of wintery air.
“What seems to be the problem, officer?”
Georgia scanned the handsome man behind the wheel and checked for any signs of inebriation or other trouble. A second perusal, however, was all for her benefit. Rarely did she see a man that could take her breath away, but he was one of those. He had tanned skin with dark blond hair that caressed the lobes of his ears. Although he wore a coat, she could tell he was all muscles beneath the worn-to-perfection leather. Judging from his height, even while sitting, she guessed he was several inches over six feet tall. The laugh lines around his green eyes crinkled with his wide smile. Better yet, it was a smile that held no malice.
She felt her body stiffen with an unfamiliar sensation. Heat hit her even though she wore her heavy policeman jacket and was used to the cold December weather. In fact, if the heat got any stronger, she’d have to start stripping off a layer of clothing. That would be hard to explain to the captain on her shift.
“May I see your identification and registration, sir?” She bent a little lower and got a good look at the passenger. He was just as yummy as the driver. His hair was darker, but he had the same chiseled chin, the same piercing light green eyes. If she had to make a guess, she’d say they were related, possibly brothers. Finding not one, but two hot men during a routine pull over was unusual. Not that she’d do anything about it, but it made her shift a little more interesting. Interesting in a good way, which beat the hell out of interesting in a bad way.
A quick check of the interior of the vehicle found nothing out of the ordinary. She took a moment as she always did to check her gut. Listening to her instincts had saved her more than once. She suspected that they weren’t hiding anything.
“Here you go, officer. Could you tell me why you pulled me over?”
His voice was like smooth whiskey in front of a roaring fire. It went down like silk, but if a person didn’t watch it, it could pack quite a punch. She gave him another once-over, quickly imagining him leaning over her while she stretched out on a luxurious fur rug.
She mentally brushed the enticing image away and took his information. A glance had her noting that she’d guessed correctly. Paul Casing was six feet, three inches tall. His license said he hailed from a town in Texas called Pleasure. It was an odd name for a town, but a memorable one.
“Mr. Casing, one of your brake lights is out.”
Damn, that voice could make a woman drool. It was more like a fine wine than whiskey. It was intoxicating, making her want to lean over with her lips parted, ready for a kiss. Ready for anything.
Irritation flooded her. When had she ever felt that way? Especially while on duty?
She frowned as she jerked her mind back to the conversation. She’d almost forgotten what they were talking about.
“I didn’t realize. Thanks for telling me. I’ll tell the rental company about it tomorrow.”
She looked again at his paperwork, intent on keeping her mind on her duty. The car wasn’t registered in his name. If it wasn’t a rental, maybe stolen, then Mack would let her know. Her instinct told her that he wasn’t the car thief type.
“Are you in town for business or pleasure, Mr. Casing?” Somehow the title of mister didn’t fit. She wasn’t sure why, but he deserved a loftier title, one that would command obedience. Yet she had no clue what that title would be.
The moment she looked up and their gazes met, she was sure he’d say he was there for pleasure. Pure, unadulterated, steamy and sultry pleasure. Something about Paul and his friend reeked of pleasure of a very sinful kind.
“Business.” He took her in, giving her a good once-over. “Unless you’ve got other ideas.”
There it was. He might be in town for business, but he was ready for pleasure.
“Damn, man, are you trying to get us hauled in? We’re supposed to leave tomorrow.” His friend or brother, or whatever he was, leaned across the seat and gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m Destin Casing and I’m sorry about that. Sometimes Paul doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.”
She’d had her fair share of propositions from civilians, some sincere and others trying to charm their way out of a ticket. But she’d never taken any of them up on their offer. Not only was it not professional, it was downright dangerous in her line of work. Besides, for the past six months since that awful day that had changed the way she viewed life, she hadn’t felt a twinge of desire for any man.
“That’s it, sugar.” Destin brushed his palm along her leg, setting up a firestorm of sensations.
She couldn’t have said why she was doing what they wanted. Other than it was exactly what she’d dreamed of.
“Spread your legs, Georgia,” ordered Paul.
She did, her gaze once more catching the cabbie’s in the mirror. His watching them turned her on more than ever. Would she regret it in the morning? Was it happening because she’d had too much to drink? Yet at that moment, she knew the desire overtaking her had sobered her up. She wouldn’t be able to blame the drink tomorrow. No, she was doing it because she wanted to.
“Sugar, you’re not listening.”
She blinked, taking her gaze from Destin’s large cock and up to his face. “And if I don’t want to?”
His smile could’ve turned ice to water. “You want to. You know you do.” He took her hair and forced her to keep her attention on him. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you want us to take charge. Give up the control, sugar. Now do as my brother said.”
He was so commanding, so in charge, so…manly. She had no other option but to obey.
“Spread your legs.”
She scrunched down in the seat and did as they’d told her. Why was she letting them tell her what to do? Everything about it was wrong, but it felt so right. It was as though they held a spell over her, making her powerless to refuse.
“Pleasure yourself, Georgia. Go on. I want to see your fingers covered with your cream.”
Whether it was Paul’s tone, the sound of his voice, or the words he’d spoken, she couldn’t have said. The only constant was her desire to please them. She let her legs fall to the side, then laid her palm flat against her stomach and eased it underneath her panties.
The only thing she would’ve changed would’ve been her undies. Working as a policewoman meant she always wore plain, unsexy underwear. She also opted for the simply unadorned white bra to the cotton panties her sisters had called “granny panties.” Yet now that two deliriously sexy men were watching her, their attentive gazes locked on her crotch, she wished she had on a pair of lacy briefs. They wouldn’t have had to be anything fancy. Anything would’ve been better than what she was wearing.
“Rub yourself, sugar. Does it feel good?” Destin leaned closer and nibbled on her earlobe.
That small touch heated her and a fresh wave of juices wet her undies. Her pussy was soaking now, the wings of her desire fluttering inside her. She thrust her middle finger between her pussy folds and started massaging her clit.
“My brother asked you a question. Answer it.” Paul reached over and tweaked her nipple. Hard. Rough. A punishment for not obeying him.
Oh, how she wanted him to punish her more!
She let out a cry, then closed her mouth as the pain morphed into pleasure. Her hand quickened, matching the pace of her breaths.
“Yes, it feels so good.”
“Call us sir.”
What was wrong with her? Now he wanted her to call them sir? Why would she? And yet, she got a little thrill thinking about saying that one simple world.
“Yes, it feels so good, sir. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yeah, it is. It’s just a game to you, but that’s okay for now.”
How could she go so far with strangers? With another stranger watching her? Yet, given the chance, she wouldn’t have stopped.
“Do you like the cab driver watching? Does it turn you on?”
She nodded, flicking her attention from Destin to the driver then back again. “Yes.” She balked, then said it. “Sir.”
“Good.” Paul sucked on her earlobe, nibbling at her lobe. “You’re doing well, baby. Keep rubbing. I can see your cream on your fingers.”
She squirmed against the seat and wondered if her wetness was covering the cushion. Her panties were drenched.
Destin took her by the chin and turned her to face him. He crushed his mouth to hers, taking away what little breath she’d managed to drag in before he ravished her. Cupping her breast, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth and ran it from cheek to cheek.
She tried to suck his tongue in more, then once he’d pulled it away, gave him hers. Arching her back, she urged him to twist her nipples as his brother had done. When he pulled away, she had no choice but to complain. “No. Don’t stop.”
Paul grabbed her wrist, stopping her from rubbing herself. “Georgia, we’re going about this all wrong. If we weren’t leaving tomorrow, we’d take our time, but as it stands this will have to do. Remember two things. First, don’t ever tell us what we can and can’t do. We’re the ones in charge—”
She yanked her hand out of his hold. “That’s—”
“Horse shit. Yes, I know.”
It wasn’t at all what she’d started to say. If he’d given her a chance, she would’ve told him that he was right. That she’d waited for someone like him. Like Destin.
His jaw hardened, his perusal of her so intense that it made her want to cower under his stare. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t do that. She’d come too far to take a step back.
“We’re in charge, but you still have a say. If we cross the line from pleasure to real, unwanted pain, from commands to bullying you, then you tell us and we’ll back off. Do you understand?”
She had to tell them to stop. Had to pull herself together. How could she let them go on treating her that way? No matter how wonderful it felt to have them calling the shots, to have them deciding what she’d do, she had to quit. She was a police officer, a strong woman who made her own decisions and didn’t let any man tell her what to do. Except in her fantasies. Yet this was no fantasy.
“I asked you a question, Georgia. Answer it.”
Trusting Her Doms
Seeing Carly, having her body close to his, made the rest of the night go smoothly. Even a few of the employees noticed Hank’s good mood.
After having her turn the job down, he and Ron had talked about their options. They were positive that she was the woman who’d become their one and only submissive. Yet after she’d gone, they weren’t sure how they were going to make that happen.
Then there she was, back at the club, asking for the job. Hell, practically demanding the job.
Life could be a roller coaster at times, but the ride was well worth it. Hank smiled and texted Paul about tomorrow’s interview. As he’d expected, Paul was surprised, but readily agreed to give her another chance. Especially since the interview would once again be handled by Ron and Hank.
Hank grinned as he pushed through the back door of the club and strode toward his Jeep. Lucinda would see to closing up. Sunrise was only a few hours away and he needed to get what little rest he could. He’d have to get up early to get the chores on the ranch handled before he and Ron went back to the club for her interview.
He was so engrossed in texting the good news to Ron that he didn’t realize that a car was still in the otherwise empty lot. Was there a client still inside? He almost pivoted on his heel until the curly mass of brunette hair caught his attention.
Carly? Why hadn’t she gone home?
The closer he got to the car, the more certain he was that she was asleep.
Or is she?
Panic gripped him as his walk became a run.
She’s asleep. She has to be. If something’s happened to her…
He didn’t allow himself to finish the thought. It was simply too unbearable to think.
Pressing his hands and face against the front windshield, he studied her. She was leaning against the driver’s side door with her purse smashed against the door as a makeshift pillow. He didn’t see any blood or anything that might lead him to believe she’d been attacked. In fact, now that his heart was beginning to get back to its normal rhythm, he could see that she was sleeping.
Her full lips were parted just enough for her tongue to peek out. Her cheeks held the hint of a rosy blush. Her long, thick eyelashes were feathered outward like small fans that hid the beauty of her eyes behind them. Her chest rose and fell in an easy flow, making her not-too-big and not-too-small breasts entice him even more than they usually did. She was curled up with her knees brought toward her chest while one arm held the purse and the other lay palm up over her stomach. Her dress rode up exposing her long legs.
But why was she sleeping in her car? Why hadn’t she gone home? And yet, wasn’t the explanation clear enough?
Damn that Bill Rivers.
She hadn’t looked like she’d been hit, but he had no doubt that her father was the reason she was spending a night in her car.
He looked around the empty lot. Although Pleasure Ranch was the safest place around, he couldn’t let her stay there.
Hating to disturb her peaceful sleep, he knocked on the windshield, then knocked a little harder when it didn’t rouse her.
She stretched her arms above her head, giving another added boost to the rise of her breasts, then yawned and opened her eyes. Recognition hit her and she sat up straight in the seat.
“What are you doing here, Carly?”
She was hunting for an answer he’d believe. Her mouth opened twice as she rejected one idea, then another. “I guess I kind of fell asleep.”
“In the parking lot?” He shot her a disbelieving grin, then made the universal circling motion for her to put her window down. “What’d you do? Let me guess. You put the key into the ignition, then just keeled over before you knew what hit you?”
He had her and she knew it. “I needed a place to sleep, okay? And I figured what better place than right here? That way, I was sure not to be late to my interview tomorrow.”
He liked her spunk, even when she was trying to make a ridiculous lie fly. “Come on, baby. Don’t feed me a load of crap.” If he hadn’t already guessed, he would’ve known from the expression on her face. Something had gone wrong at home.
“You still live at your dad’s place, right?”
She didn’t respond, giving him the answer.
“Did you leave?” He gritted his teeth, holding back the anger that was boiling within him. “Did your father do something to you?”
She dropped her gaze, again giving him his answer, then brought it up to meet his dead-on. “I left. I couldn’t stay there a second longer.”
“And you don’t have any place to stay? What about another family member? Or a friend?”
“They’re all the family I have, and my best friend, Suzie Wittacre, is out of town.”
So she was stuck sleeping in her car? “Why not stay at the B&B? Or a hotel?”
He could smell her fragrance as he put his hands on the car and leaned closer. Hers wasn’t one of those store-bought sweet aromas, but one all her own.
“I work at the market. You do the math.”
Carly’s eyes widened even as she tried to maintain her composure. A composure that was threatened by the rush of desire his command gave her. “I’m sorry?”
Hank’s hazel eyes darkened to a deep green. “I’m just trying to see if you want to do this, Carly. Remember. Anytime you want to, you—”
“I can stop. I get that.”
“Then let’s see how you do.” His mouth parted, his expression one that echoed her own growing need. “Like I said. I told you to drop your dress. I want to see your body. The waitresses all wear the same outfit.”
“I’ve heard that it’s very tight, very small, and without any underwear.” She added the next when he lifted one eyebrow. “Sir.” It was easier saying the term of respect this time.
“Okay, then. Drop it.”
Ron edged closer to his friend. “I don’t know whether she needs to do that.”
At first, relief came to her when Ron stepped in, but then the questions came hard and fast. Didn’t he want to see her body? Did that mean he wasn’t interested?
“Yeah, Ron. I think she does. Besides, it’s how Paul would handle it.”
She immediately chastised herself. She wasn’t there to turn them on no matter how long she’d had a crush on them. Although if she did, who knew what could happen?
When Hank had asked—no, commanded—her to drop her dress, her pussy had warped into a high-energy machine, revving up for his pleasure. Her nipples had hardened and the hairs on the back of her neck tickled her skin.
If Hank wanted her to lose her dress, and if that would help get her the job, then she’d do it. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the way they were looking at her. She’d do it to test herself. And she’d do it for her mother.
Yeah, right. For Mom. Like it has nothing to do with my wanting their hands all over my body and their cocks inside me.
She was horny, that was all. It wasn’t like she wanted them for anything but sex. They were men, just like all other men, and having feelings for them, real, heartfelt feelings, would be foolish. Sooner or later, they’d let her down by either lying or cheating or both.
And yet, even as she thought that, she couldn’t deny the thrill at the chance that maybe, just maybe, they were different than any men she’d ever known.
Ron shrugged. “He’s right. That’s normally part of the interview process.”
“Carly, I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“I know.” And she did. She didn’t think he’d ever do anything to hurt or humiliate her. That made the idea of disrobing for him, for them, even more appealing.
“Again, it’s not a requirement. It’s just that it makes the members of the club feel better if the people waiting on them are easy around nudity, including their own.”
“I get that. Really, I do. It makes sense.”
“Then do you want to give it a try?”
Did she? If she didn’t try, would she regret it later? And what if it brought them closer to her? She’d taken the first step when she’d told them she’d had a crush on them. Now she could show them how much she wanted them.
She took hold of her sundress and slid the straps down her arms. She’d meant to give them a little more of her cleavage, but the dress fell far enough down to expose her breasts, then hung on her hips.
Ron and Hank stood side by side, their expressions carefully neutral. But their eyes told her what they were thinking. They wanted her. Her pussy answered their call, throbbing until she had to tighten her muscles to slow the pounding down. The swirl of lust grew stronger. She’d almost forgotten how that felt.
“All the way.” Ron’s voice was thick with need.
Now was her last chance to back out. But she’d never been a coward and she wasn’t about to be one starting now. Instead, the farther she went, the farther she wanted to go.
She hooked her thumb in the dress and gave it a little shove. It puddled at her feet, leaving her clothed in only her panties. Holding her head high, she waited for their reaction.
It was several anxious moments before they gave it.
“You’re beautiful.” Ron’s voice was low, awed.
She hadn’t expected that. Had, in fact, thought he’d say something about how wide her hips were or how she needed to wax the remaining strip of hair covering her mons. Surely, he saw what was wrong with her body. She was anything but amazing with her rounded hips and her not-so-flat belly. Even her breasts were a little saggy for her age.
“He’s right. You’re fucking amazing.” Hank gnawed at his lower lip as though he were trying to restrain an urge to use his mouth on her.
Go ahead. Kiss me. Lick me. Bite me.