The Pleasure, Texas Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)

Pleasure, Texas

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Word Count: 95,045
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Tricking Her Cowboy Doms

Blackmailed by the owner of a sleazy e-magazine, Jewel Jackson is forced to take pictures of the BDSM activities at The Club at Pleasure Ranch. If she doesn’t get the goods, he’ll put her sister’s sex video on the Internet, ruining her sister’s life.

When cowboy brothers Owen and Ryce Killian meet Jewel, they think she could become their permanent submissive. She’s sexy and headstrong, making her the perfect challenge for them. Problem is, she’s also very skittish. Almost as though she has a secret to hide.

Charged with finding out who’s taking pictures of the club’s members during sex, the Killian brothers can’t ignore that Jewel is a prime suspect. Can they get the truth out of her before it’s too late? Although they’re ready to teach her the tricks of a Dom/submission relationship, can they believe that she’s only a waitress? Or has she got tricks of her own she can teach them?

Riding Her Cowboy Doms

Eva Marie McAlister vows to keep herself for true love. But keeping her vow isn’t easy working as a waitress at the BDSM club. Until she finds the men she wants, it’s a policy of “hands off the private parts.”

Cowboys Gage and William Langham are hired on at Pleasure Ranch and the club. When Eva Marie is assigned to help them learn how to be the best Doms they can be, they quickly realize she could be more than just their teacher.

As natural Doms, Gage and William catch on fast and soon end up teaching their submissive a thing or two. She’s riding them hard and they want the chance to repay the favor. But no matter what, Eva Marie’s sticking to her guns when it comes to giving it up.

The Dom/sub lessons are going well. But when another wants control, the threat spins their lives into chaos.

Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Pleasure, Texas Collection, Volume 2 (MFM)

Pleasure, Texas

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Tricking Her Cowboy Doms


Oh, my.

She slowed down, easing around a couple who were too busy kissing and fondling each other to notice her, then came to a stop.

There they are.

Owen and Ryce were as sexy as always as they stood talking to Paul. They wore their usual perfect-for-their-bodies jeans with roughhewn boots and simple long-sleeved shirts with the cuffs rolled up. According to the club’s rules, they both held their hats in their hands. Their hair was mussed as though they’d just walked in from the brisk October wind. She figured they must’ve forgotten to leave their hats in the front foyer with Lindsey, the receptionist.

If a girl could order exactly what she wanted in two men, they’d fit her order perfectly. Judging by the one time she’d stood close enough to measure, she’d guessed them to be at least a couple of inches over six feet. She was tall for a woman, around five nine, but they made her feel small, even dainty.

No matter what kind of clothes they wore, she’d bet she’d still be able to see their muscles. Funny how their arms could look so strong, so muscled, and their round tushes could seem soft enough to bite. Unlike a lot of men who tried to look like cowboys, they were the real deal. They worked for Paul and Destin, content to remain ranch hands, even though rumors said they could easily afford their own spread. She wondered. Did that mean they lacked ambition? Or were they men who were so comfortable with their lives and in their skins that they didn’t need to own a ranch? From what she’d seen and heard so far, they were far from unambitious or lazy. And most of all, she’d heard they could be trusted.

Trust. She’d love to trust them with her secret. If anyone could help, she had a feeling they were the men who could. But even though she ached to put her faith in them, she couldn’t take the risk.

If only I could’ve met them some other place and time. And off the job.

They were so physically alike. Tall, gorgeous specimens of men any woman in her right mind would love to have in her bed. And yet, once she’d gotten to know them, she’d realized they were their own persons. Ryce was funny as hell, always trying to make her laugh. He was quick on his feet and never seemed to get thrown for a loop no matter what anyone said. It was as though a bomb could go off at his feet and he’d simply ask if anyone needed ear plugs.

One night soon after they’d met, she’d had to stay and help close the club. Ryce had helped her, showing her what to do. Although closing up shouldn’t have taken any longer than an hour, it had taken them almost two hours. She’d been so busy laughing at Ryce’s jokes and his impersonations of several of the club members and employees. Somehow he was able to bridge the gap between humor and sexiness and combine them into one amazing package. Even with all the laughing, they’d come close to kissing, the sexual element between them growing stronger and stronger. At last, once they’d finally finished doing everything they’d needed to do, she’d said her goodbyes and left. If she’d have stayed a minute longer, she would’ve jumped on top of the bar and begged him to take her.

Owen was the flip side of his brother. He was friendly enough, but he let his younger brother take the attention he craved, often becoming the target of his brother’s jokes. He acted like it bothered him, but he’d told her once in confidence that he really didn’t mind.

Owen was the solid one of the two. If there was a problem, he’d stepped back and think through the solution step by logical step. Ryce, on the other hand, would jump in with both feet, then figure out where to go from there.

She hadn’t had time alone with Owen yet. Instead, they’d shared brief conversations where they’d talked about their lives. She’d done most of the asking. To give him too much information could’ve been dangerous. But every time she talked to him, she got a firmer grasp on the type of man he was, confident, easy in his own skin, and ready to help wherever he could. He reminded her of the perfect hero type she’d loved in her favorite romantic movies.

She liked the Killian brothers. A lot. But on top of that, she was more sexually attracted to them than she’d ever been to anyone in her life. Both at the same time.

Her body instinctively reacted to them, something that had never happened to her. They were amazing, sexy men, but she’d seen her fair share of hot men. No, it was something else, something that made them stand out from the rest. Something that made her think that maybe, just maybe, she’d met two men who could make her life as exciting, yet as safe, as she’d always dreamed it could be.

Her dreams. That had to be it. Obviously, she’d done far too much fantasizing about finding two men who would dominate her and bend her to their wishes. She would’ve liked to have blamed working at the club for her dreams of her own personal Doms, but she’d fantasized about dominating men for several years. Well before she’d even heard the word Dom. But they were only dreams, and letting her fantasies bleed into her real life was not only futile, but possibly dangerous with a secret to keep.




Naked in front of a crowd. How was this different than what her sister had done? And yet it was completely different. Her sister had been an unknowing victim, without having a chance to give her consent to be watched and videotaped.

Leaving her, Ryce moved to a box that was at the side of the platform. She’d seen many of the members get different sexual tools and toys out of the box. He selected a pair of fur-lined handcuffs, then walked toward her.

She held her breath, trying to steady her jittery nerves, then let out a sigh when he passed her to go to Danni. But was her sigh one of relief? Or of disappointment?

“Are you ready, darlin’?” Owen turned his back on his brother and Danni, then found the hook at the neck of the halter top. His hands paused, along with her breath, but he didn’t undo it. “Are you ready to become a real submissive?”

Saying no wasn’t an option. Not only because she had to stay on at the club to take more pictures, but because she didn’t want to say no. The realization hit her harder than she’d have thought possible, but wasn’t that the way of truth? Sometimes it just snuck up on a person and whacked them in the head.

She’d yearned to know Ryce and Owen, and now was her chance. Was she going to blow it because of fear? Or would something more come out of her time there?

Was that it? Wasn’t that the real reason she was going along? Could she have a relationship with them? More than what they were offering her? Or, if she gave into her desires, would she find that she liked being a submissive? Their submissive?

She was letting her dreams enter where they had no right to be. For years, she’d kept them locked away in the recesses of the night to be brought out only while she was alone in her bed. They were better left in the dark.

But what about her other dreams? The ones that included a man, maybe even more than one man, men who would love her, care for her and keep her safe? Was that even a remote possibility? No, she couldn’t give into her secret desires. Even if Owen and Ryce could come to care for her, they’d find out, sooner or later, about the column and the photos and they’d end up hating her for it. Never taking a chance with them would hurt less than losing them later.

“Jewel? Are you ready?” repeated Owen.

Yet, as though she no longer controlled her own mind, Jewel answered the way she wanted to, ignoring the warning signals. “Yes.” It was all she could do to keep back her pleas to fuck her brains out.

What the hell is happening to me?

Yeah. Like I don’t know.

Owen undid her halter top and let the straps fall. At first, she was too afraid to move. She’d never been exposed before, had never even liked wearing a bikini. Yet there she was with the lights shining down on her tits. Men and women nodded and let out appreciative murmurs.

He cupped her breasts, lifting them as though they were prizes offered to the crowd. She felt the rise of her blush as it burned her cheeks, but held her head high. Although at first she’d found their stares daunting, all at once, she no longer did. Her embarrassment had shifted, leading her to a kind of pride that had her thrusting her shoulders back to jut her breasts out farther.

“Take your skirt off,” whispered Ryce from his place beside Danni.

Shit. They expected her to get totally naked.

“Are you saying green or red, darlin’?”

Green meant she was good to go. Yellow was cautionary and red meant bringing everything to a total stop. She hovered between green and yellow. What would the members think of her if she stopped? What would Owen and Ryce think of her?

“Hurry up, Jewelly. I feel like everyone’s forgotten about me.” Danni stood to one side, her arms crossed. The girl’s pout grew bigger when neither Owen nor Ryce looked her way.

Ryce slid his gaze over Jewel’s body “Take it easy, Danni. Remember, it’s Jewel’s first time.”

Had he sighed? As though leaving Danni was the last thing he wanted to do?

He whispered something to the girl who, at first, frowned. But when he whispered to her again, a big grin doused the frown. “Sure, Ryce. Anything for you.” She wiggled her fingers at Jewel, then at the crowd before going down the steps of the stage.

“Wait. Where’s she going?” Having another girl on stage with her had helped her.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be taken care of.” Ryce fingered the waistband of her skirt. “I think I gave you an order to strip. Better get to it.”

She hesitated, once more torn between her craving and her need to stay away, keeping her secret safe.

“Just relax, baby. You can do this. If you really want to.”

Whenever she had a doubt, as soon as either Ryce or Owen said anything, her doubt was washed away. All she wanted to think about was the here and now. She’d had enough of worrying for her sister, enough of acting like she was someone else. If for no other reason, she needed this for herself as a distraction and as a release. Wasn’t that what Paul had told her once? That many of the members and employees used BDSM as a way to relax, getting away from the pressures and responsibilities of their lives? Could the same be true of her, too?

“You can trust us, darlin’. Stop and just listen. If you do, you’ll hear the answer coming from inside you. Listen to your gut and follow it.”

She closed her eyes and did as he’d suggested.


Riding Her Cowboy Doms


Eva Marie reached into the duffel bag she’d thrown in the pickup’s bed and pulled out her waitress uniform. Bending over, she hooked the back of the black halter top, then buttoned the straps behind her neck. With that done, she shimmied the tight skirt over her hips and zipped it at the waist. Club rules meant not wearing any panties.

“Besides, you’re two full-grown men. I figure I haven’t got anything you haven’t seen before.”

“That might be true, but yours looks a lot better than most we’ve seen.”

She did a little curtsy at William. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you noticed.”

“And you know how to use your body. That was quite the show.”

Gage was harder to handle than his brother. “I figure you two will be dropping by the club after work sometime, so why not give you a preview of what you can expect?”

Wickedness seeped into Gage’s expression. “I heard we can expect a whole lot more than just a show.”

She’d let them know how it was right from the get-go. “From others, maybe, but not from me. I don’t do the playtimes.”

“Now that’s a damn shame.” William wasn’t teasing her. He was dead serious.

“And what’s your name, darlin’?” asked Gage.

It wasn’t the first time she’d been called darlin’, but he’d said it with a little extra rawness she liked. That along with the Southern drawl could’ve melted her panties. If she’d been wearing any. She tilted her head then flipped her hair the way she knew men liked. “Eva Marie.”

“Is that your full name?” asked William.

Again, his face had more expression in it than Gage’s, confirming that he was the more outgoing of the two. “It’s Eva Marie McAlister.”

“Okay, Eva Marie McAlister. Do you go skinny-dipping a lot?” William grinned, showing two amazing, sexy-as-hell dimples. The dimple on his left cheek pointed at the scar that ran along the side of his neck. Yet, instead of making him less attractive, it gave him a dangerous vibe in a hot, bad-boy kind of way. He had an odd combination of boy-next-door and wickedness whereas Gage was simply bad boy through and through.

“Just so you know, I’m not here every day. I don’t have a scheduled showtime or anything.”

“Wouldn’t turn it down if you did,” added Gage.

She stuffed her other clothes into the bag, then slammed the tailgate closed. Walking around to the door, she slid her bag across the torn leather seat, then turned back to them. “You should’ve told me you were spying on me.”

Gage didn’t take her joke the right way. “We were in plain sight. I wouldn’t call that spying.”

“If you were gentlemen, you would’ve told me you were there.”

William’s laughter was deep and throaty. And yeah, filled with a craving she knew only too well. His accent mirrored his brother’s. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re not gentlemen.”

“You aren’t foolin’ anyone, darlin’. You knew damn well we were watching.”

“Did I?” She frowned, putting on a different kind of show. “I guess it doesn’t matter now.” She hopped behind the wheel.

“You know you did.” Gage challenged her some more. “That was one hell of a show.”

She liked a good challenge. “And if it wasn’t a show?”

“Darlin’, don’t try and deny it.”

“I’m not saying one way or the other.”

“You will.”

Intriguing. That was a good word for Gage. “I will?”

“Maybe not in so many words, but you’ll tell me I’m right.”

She glanced at William, who remained quiet, his interest evident in his intense expression.

“Okay, now I’ve got to know.” She arched an eyebrow. “How do you think I’ll tell you if I don’t say anything?”

Gage studied her. “Because, darlin’, the next time we see each other, I’m going to kiss you. And when you kiss me back, your kiss will tell me you knew we were there all along.”

She chuckled, amused at his nerve. “Cowboy, you’re dreaming.”

“We’ll see.”

William shifted in his saddle. “I’ll take a part of that action.”

“No one’s going to take anything. Like I said, if you boys are looking for a little fun, try stopping by the club. I’m sure you know where it is, considering you’re riding Pleasure Ranch stock.”

“Are you putting on a show tonight?”

Gage seemed even more interested than before.

“I just might be.”

“Then we might just stop by,” added William.

She turned down the volume on the radio and switched it back to the country channel. Throwing the gearshift into drive, she gave them a wink. “See you later, boys.” She hit the gas pedal, lurching the old truck forward, and sending up a cloud of dust.

When she checked out her rearview mirror, they were in the same place she’d left them. “I sure do you hope y’all show up. Something tells me you two are going to be a lot of fun.”




It didn’t take long to see the two cowboys perched on top of their mounts. To their credit, they weren’t hiding behind the trees like Peeping Toms. Instead, they sat on their mounts, their hands resting on their saddle horns, their cowboy hats pushed back on their foreheads.

She recognized the horses they rode as belonging to Pleasure Ranch. That meant they were either friends of the Casing brothers or new ranch hands. Either way it gave them more credibility than if they were just two strangers who’d wandered off the road to find her swimming buck naked in the pond.

Okay, then. If they want a show, I’ll give them one.

She swayed, just as she did at work whenever she wanted better tips. Truth be told, the sway came naturally to her. She couldn’t remember a time after the age of fifteen when she didn’t walk that way. Since a woman had hips, then it only figured she’d let them swing side to side.

By the time she’d made it to her pickup with the tailgate down and her clothes draped over it, she would’ve sworn she could feel their hot gazes burning a hole in her ass.

Like what you see, boys?

She could’ve gotten dressed right then and there, but couldn’t resist having a little fun. She opened the driver’s side door and turned the ignition key. The radio set was set on her favorite country music channel, but she hit the second button and changed channels to the more seductive rhythm and blues radio station. She turned up the volume, then sashayed back to the end of the truck.

Pay attention, boys. You don’t want to miss this.

She let the music roll through her, the bass pumping into her, driving the movements of her body. The rhythm seduced her, making her sway and swivel. Her hands naturally found their way along the sides of her hips then up to skim over her breasts and on into her hair. She’d put on a show for them, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy it, too.

The sun quickly dried the water beads off her, heating her from the outside in. Holding the tailgate, she gyrated, whipping her hair from one side to the next. Turning around, she leaned against the metal then dropped down into a sexy squat before dipping forward and jerking her body upright in a classic stripper move.

Taking a peek, she was sure they’d moved closer.

Heads up, cowboys. I’m going to make your day.

She hopped up on the tailgate, pushed her clothes out of the way, then stretched out. Her hair haloed out around her head as it had done while floating and her breasts tipped skyward when she brought her arms over her head. More than one man had drooled at her feet with less effort. She heard the snorting of a bored horse and knew that its rider wasn’t the least bit bored.

She undulated, staying with the beat of the sultry tune even when one song ended and another began. Pinching and rubbing her nipples, she cupped one breast, tucked her head, and brought the nipple to her mouth. The taste of the water struck the tip of her tongue and she moaned her pleasure.

But she wasn’t through yet. Of course, if the cowboys got too close for comfort, she’d have to be more careful, but they’d taken up a position several yards from her and hadn’t moved since then.

She snuck another glance at them. Their hats cast shadows over their faces, but it couldn’t hide the muscled builds of their bodies. If their faces were as good as the rest of them, she wouldn’t mind putting on a show for them anytime they wanted. As long as they followed the club’s rules and kept their hands off. Permission to touch was at the sole discretion of the woman.

Working at a BDSM club had presented a unique set of challenges. She’d made it clear from the start that she didn’t mind getting, or even giving, a spank or two. Not in an actual, drawn out scene, but just a quick one every so often. Real, actual sex was off the menu and everyone knew it. She’d obey the Doms and call them masters and sirs, but her vagina and a-hole were off limits.

A new song started, slowing the speed to an even sexier level. She went onto her side, and taking her blouse, put it between her legs so she could hold it at both ends. Moving it back and forth, she closed her eyes and rubbed it against her pussy, working up a pleasant fiction. She moaned, not just for their benefit, but because the longer she rubbed, the more turned on she got.

Her tongue flicked over her lips as she heard a horse nicker, and she opened her eyes to find that they’d closed the distance even more. She should’ve gotten up, but now she was too into it to stop.

Tossing her blouse away, she got onto her back again, then slid her hand between her legs. She was too immersed in what she was doing to study their faces, now that she could see them better, but she recognized that they were as handsome as she’d hoped they’d be.

A sigh escaped her when her fingers eased over the soft flesh on at the sides of her clit. Taking it lower, her fingertips teased the entrance of her pussy while she used the palm of her hand to massage her hard nub. Keeping her gaze locked on first one man then the other, she rubbed, pressing against her clit as her fingers played with her pussy.

The heat of the sun was losing in its contest with the heat burning inside her. She’d started the seduction as a tease, a game, but now she was trapped, lost in a cage of her own pleasure-making. Rubbing harder, she slid her tongue over her upper lip and wondered if, just this once, she’d give in and welcome a stranger, two strangers, as lovers.

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