Skye leads Clayton on a merry chase in book 3 of Doms of Mountain Bend as he tries to figure out what trouble is plaguing the stranger in town.
EXCERPT:
She couldn’t imagine any man willingly taking on a woman with such baggage.
“A tie breaker it is,” he said, gathering up the cards to shuffle again.
“I’m sorry,” her conscience forced her to say. “It’s late and I’m sure you have a busy day tomorrow. If you’d…”
“No,” he interrupted, “I wouldn’t prefer stopping now. I won’t go until you’re ready for me to, Skye.”
Picking up her cards, she tried and failed to quell a surge of relief at hearing his promise to stick around. It wasn’t right to use him this way, but fear and loneliness were powerful incentives to act selfishly. Since there was nothing to say to that, she started playing without commenting. Instead of breaking the silence with another personal question, he caught her off guard when he shifted the conversation to right where her mind and body wanted to stay – on sex.
“Tell me, if you were to return to Spurs, what, if anything, do you think you’d like to try?”
She wanted to say she was only interested in trying him, but didn’t think that’s what he meant. “I’m not sure,” she answered without looking up from her cards. “Maybe one of those benches. They didn’t look too uncomfortable.” Although, she didn’t think she’d like being bound on her stomach with her butt elevated. She carried more weight back there than she wished and would find having her pale, round cheeks displayed in such a manner embarrassing.
“What’s going through your head right now, Skye? And look at me when you answer.”
She jerked her gaze up and found his stern tone was at odds with his mild expression. Fidgeting, she couldn’t look away or lie, like she wanted. “Just that there are some positions I wouldn’t be comfortable with.”
He nodded and picked up a card. “That’s something we can discuss beforehand but that I might insist on you trying at least once.”
The term insist rubbed her wrong, making Skye wonder if she possessed any submissive traits or was just curious about kink that most people didn’t even discuss. The familiarity of everything still baffled her, even more so after that brief example of bondage he’d given her had proven new and fascinating. If that was a first for her, why did she find the lifestyle, the club, and the rules all unsurprising? More damn questions she couldn’t answer.
Pulling her head out of the clouds, she concentrated on his comment. “Why would you want me to try one?” she returned, giving in to her piqued interest. Imaging herself on one of those contraptions, unable to escape Master Clayton’s vivid eyes glued to her spread thighs and hard-tipped breasts caused her blood to heat and rush through her veins.
“Because you won’t know until you try. The mind can mislead you.”
That was true. Her head was so messed up, she couldn’t separate fact from fiction about her past life, let alone figure out if alternative sex was right for her. All she was certain of tonight was that she yearned for him to take her over and keep the loneliness and uncertainty away a little longer. Her heart jumped into her throat as he gave her one of his charming grins and laid down his hand, showing her his gin rummy and signaling the end of the game.
“Beat you.” Pushing back from the table, he rose and pivoted, starting toward the counter where he’d left his hat.
Skye’s legs shook as she stood up and gripped her clammy hands together in front of her. When he turned to face her again, settling his Stetson on his head, she blurted the only thing she could think to say.
“Don’t go, please.”
As if expecting her desperate plea, he strode up to her and took her arms in a light grip, hauling her up on her toes against his granite-hard body. His soft, concerned voice was at odds with the lust swirling in his eyes.
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I’ll want total control.”
She nodded without hesitation. That’s exactly what she wanted, needed. “I’m sure.”
Clayton swopped down and covered her mouth with his, sliding his hands from her upper arms down her waist to slip under the nightshirt and grip her butt. His rough palms dug into her softer flesh, his hold keeping her in place, arousing her to a feverish pitch she relished. She groaned, the assault on her senses exactly what she needed.