Chapter One
The Dumen Ranch was approximately two miles down on the opposite side of the road from Gran Piermont’s ranch. Pastures gave way to thickets of trees and then back to pastures. Sara Piermont bypassed Gran’s ranch and made the next right onto the gravel road, the entry blocked by a massive beige cobblestone and wrought iron gate. Dumen Ranch was scripted in iron across the rounded top of the gate. The ‘N’ in Dumen dangled.
“Do Me Ranch. Ha!” How appropriate for the weekend of debauchery she had planned.
She drove the winding gravel drive to the lodge. Green grass and trees landscaped the property as far as her eye could see. What a change from the dirt brown desert of Las Vegas. She could get used to this scenery.
The Dumen Ranch was a dude ranch that specialized in giving guests the ultimate cowboy experience, and this weekend it was home to her cousin Bridgette’s bachelorette weekend. Sara parked in a gravel lot next to the swimming pool and got out of the car. Humidity dampened her skin, and she swore she felt her wavy hair frizz into unruly curls. So much for the hour spent straightening.
The interior of the main lodge was homey. Large wood beams framed the room and supported the roof, adding to the rustic feel. It smelled of leather and sunshine. A few people milled around the room. She recognized a few friends of Bridgette’s and waved. Her cousin’s head popped around the doorframe.
“Sara, you made it!” Bridgette, her long hair caught up in a ponytail, jogged across the room and wrapped her in a hug. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Bridgette made casual look chic and beautiful. “Yay, the family is almost all here.”
“Shannon make it yet?”
“Yep. She got here about an hour ago. Poor kid’s trying to avoid Bandera as much as possible.”
“Because she doesn’t want to deal with Gran’s estate?” That didn’t sound like her normally sensible cousin. Shannon had been devoted to Gran, the woman who’d raised her, so for her to avoid dealing didn’t make any sense.
“No, because she doesn’t want to deal with Dustin Dumen.”
Sara’s eyebrow rose. “Ah, the ex-boyfriend. I completely understand.” During junior high and high school Dustin and Shannon had dated. As she remembered, their breakup had been extremely hard on her cousin.
Bridgette gave her a wicked grin. “We are in for an interesting weekend. Speaking of which, I’ve got to run and take care of a few things. Why don’t you get checked in and settled, and we’ll see you at dinner tonight.”
Sara bid her cousin goodbye, crossed to the office, and poked her head in the door. A thin blonde of twenty-ish, with baby blue eyes, looked up from her computer and leaned forward, pushing her exposed cleavage almost to her chin.
“Can I help you?” she asked with a lilting southern drawl.
“Checking in.”
“Last name?”
“Piermont. Sara.”
“Of course, Miss Piermont. You will be in the Annie Oakley cabin.” The blonde handed Sara a key and a packet of information that included a schedule of the weekend’s events and a map of the property.
“Thank you. By the way, how close is that to my cousins’ cabins?”
“You will be next to them.”
“Perfect. Thank you for your help.” She gave the woman one last smile and returned to her car. Following the map, she drove to the parking space behind her cabin. A quick glance around the surroundings showed that her front porch faced the riding stables and corral. To the left were two cabins, the same on the right. Each cabin had about twenty feet separating them. She’d have to remember to keep her windows closed. God forbid anyone hear her moaning in the middle of the night from a great wet dream.
So sad, you can’t fantasize about moaning during a great real orgasm? Six months single and she was sexually repressed. Depressing.
Annoyed with herself for allowing her shyness to cloud her life, she snatched her luggage from the backseat and
The Dumen Ranch was approximately two miles down on the opposite side of the road from Gran Piermont’s ranch. Pastures gave way to thickets of trees and then back to pastures. Sara Piermont bypassed Gran’s ranch and made the next right onto the gravel road, the entry blocked by a massive beige cobblestone and wrought iron gate. Dumen Ranch was scripted in iron across the rounded top of the gate. The ‘N’ in Dumen dangled.
“Do Me Ranch. Ha!” How appropriate for the weekend of debauchery she had planned.
She drove the winding gravel drive to the lodge. Green grass and trees landscaped the property as far as her eye could see. What a change from the dirt brown desert of Las Vegas. She could get used to this scenery.
The Dumen Ranch was a dude ranch that specialized in giving guests the ultimate cowboy experience, and this weekend it was home to her cousin Bridgette’s bachelorette weekend. Sara parked in a gravel lot next to the swimming pool and got out of the car. Humidity dampened her skin, and she swore she felt her wavy hair frizz into unruly curls. So much for the hour spent straightening.
The interior of the main lodge was homey. Large wood beams framed the room and supported the roof, adding to the rustic feel. It smelled of leather and sunshine. A few people milled around the room. She recognized a few friends of Bridgette’s and waved. Her cousin’s head popped around the doorframe.
“Sara, you made it!” Bridgette, her long hair caught up in a ponytail, jogged across the room and wrapped her in a hug. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Bridgette made casual look chic and beautiful. “Yay, the family is almost all here.”
“Shannon make it yet?”
“Yep. She got here about an hour ago. Poor kid’s trying to avoid Bandera as much as possible.”
“Because she doesn’t want to deal with Gran’s estate?” That didn’t sound like her normally sensible cousin. Shannon had been devoted to Gran, the woman who’d raised her, so for her to avoid dealing didn’t make any sense.
“No, because she doesn’t want to deal with Dustin Dumen.”
Sara’s eyebrow rose. “Ah, the ex-boyfriend. I completely understand.” During junior high and high school Dustin and Shannon had dated. As she remembered, their breakup had been extremely hard on her cousin.
Bridgette gave her a wicked grin. “We are in for an interesting weekend. Speaking of which, I’ve got to run and take care of a few things. Why don’t you get checked in and settled, and we’ll see you at dinner tonight.”
Sara bid her cousin goodbye, crossed to the office, and poked her head in the door. A thin blonde of twenty-ish, with baby blue eyes, looked up from her computer and leaned forward, pushing her exposed cleavage almost to her chin.
“Can I help you?” she asked with a lilting southern drawl.
“Checking in.”
“Last name?”
“Piermont. Sara.”
“Of course, Miss Piermont. You will be in the Annie Oakley cabin.” The blonde handed Sara a key and a packet of information that included a schedule of the weekend’s events and a map of the property.
“Thank you. By the way, how close is that to my cousins’ cabins?”
“You will be next to them.”
“Perfect. Thank you for your help.” She gave the woman one last smile and returned to her car. Following the map, she drove to the parking space behind her cabin. A quick glance around the surroundings showed that her front porch faced the riding stables and corral. To the left were two cabins, the same on the right. Each cabin had about twenty feet separating them. She’d have to remember to keep her windows closed. God forbid anyone hear her moaning in the middle of the night from a great wet dream.
So sad, you can’t fantasize about moaning during a great real orgasm? Six months single and she was sexually repressed. Depressing.
Annoyed with herself for allowing her shyness to cloud her life, she snatched her luggage from the backseat and
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