stomped up the wooden steps. She had enough presence of mind not to slam the door. The poor building didn’t need the abuse.
The interior of the cabin was quaint. A double bed adorned with a pastel-plaid quilt sat in the middle of the room. A chest of drawers was under the window. The room smelled slightly of leather and pine. She inhaled deeply. It smelled like home. Well, not her home in Vegas, more like homey .
****
Dane Dumen shifted in the saddle, watching guests file in and out of the lodge from his vantage point at the edge of the woods, hidden from view. God, another bachelorette weekend. All those poor saps settling down, hanging up their spurs for good. Hell, even his older brothers were all in a tizzy over this weekend’s activities.
Dane wasn’t against marriage, he just wasn’t there yet. After a nasty engagement and breakup, he hadn’t been looking for a woman who made him think of rings and roses. He was in no hurry, either. In just the few hours since the guests started arriving, he’d been hit on four times. Not that he hadn’t been tempted. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve. If all he wanted was to get laid, those women would have worked out fine. He may not be after marriage, but he was old-fashioned enough to want something out of a relationship.
He groaned. Now he was starting to think like Dustin. His older brother hadn’t stopped talking about the love of his life coming home, and his lovesick bullshit was starting to rub off.
Damn. Maybe he needed to take one of those women up on their offer or maybe take several of them at once. Scratch the itch and move on.
The cell phone at his hip buzzed. He grabbed it and checked the display. Speaking of his older brother… “’Lo?”
“Are you done checking the trails yet?” Dustin asked.
“Just finished.”
“Well, get your ass to the lodge. Deacon’s chomping for help wrangling this gaggle of females.”
Dane rolled his eyes. Like his eldest brother wasn’t capable of sweet talking women into doing anything he wanted them to. “And he needs both of us?”
“Apparently.”
Why hadn’t he taken the weekend off? Right now, he could be kicked back with a few beers, fishing, and enjoying some much needed R&R. He glared toward the lodge, willing his brother to read the “fuck off” look on his face, then shook off the negativity. He’d agreed to be here, so he’d just have to suck it up and play nice with the guests and his family.
Or die trying…
****
Sara dropped her bags on the bed, and one flopped to its side spilling the contents onto the comforter. She stared at the sex toys scattered across her bed. What on earth had possessed her to buy ball gags and butt plugs? She’d be lucky to get over her shyness long enough to hit on a guy, let alone use restraints on him.
Maybe the dude ranch would have a spare hunky cowboy she could borrow for a few days. She knew the Dumens had four sons, but she’d never gotten to meet them during her brief visits with Gran.
If she hadn’t promised Bridgette she’d attend this weekend’s bachelorette party, she would have stayed safely tucked in the confines of her home with her new toys.
“Right, because the sole purpose of buying the damn things was to use them on yourself. Coward.” She snorted and hefted the suitcase off the bed.
Her mother’s solution to anything was to get out and sample the sexual world—sage advice from the most popular stripper at The Pier Strip Club in Las Vegas, which happened to be owned by Sara’s father. Even Sara’s ex-boyfriend had thought they should be adventurous by experimenting with orgies and couple swapping.
After so many years of avoiding working for the family business and living behind her self-imposed curtain of purity, she was ready to live. Come hell or high water, this weekend she would step out of the shadows and into the world of the sexually deviant.
A light breeze kicked up as she stepped onto the porch. So far, she had
The interior of the cabin was quaint. A double bed adorned with a pastel-plaid quilt sat in the middle of the room. A chest of drawers was under the window. The room smelled slightly of leather and pine. She inhaled deeply. It smelled like home. Well, not her home in Vegas, more like homey .
****
Dane Dumen shifted in the saddle, watching guests file in and out of the lodge from his vantage point at the edge of the woods, hidden from view. God, another bachelorette weekend. All those poor saps settling down, hanging up their spurs for good. Hell, even his older brothers were all in a tizzy over this weekend’s activities.
Dane wasn’t against marriage, he just wasn’t there yet. After a nasty engagement and breakup, he hadn’t been looking for a woman who made him think of rings and roses. He was in no hurry, either. In just the few hours since the guests started arriving, he’d been hit on four times. Not that he hadn’t been tempted. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve. If all he wanted was to get laid, those women would have worked out fine. He may not be after marriage, but he was old-fashioned enough to want something out of a relationship.
He groaned. Now he was starting to think like Dustin. His older brother hadn’t stopped talking about the love of his life coming home, and his lovesick bullshit was starting to rub off.
Damn. Maybe he needed to take one of those women up on their offer or maybe take several of them at once. Scratch the itch and move on.
The cell phone at his hip buzzed. He grabbed it and checked the display. Speaking of his older brother… “’Lo?”
“Are you done checking the trails yet?” Dustin asked.
“Just finished.”
“Well, get your ass to the lodge. Deacon’s chomping for help wrangling this gaggle of females.”
Dane rolled his eyes. Like his eldest brother wasn’t capable of sweet talking women into doing anything he wanted them to. “And he needs both of us?”
“Apparently.”
Why hadn’t he taken the weekend off? Right now, he could be kicked back with a few beers, fishing, and enjoying some much needed R&R. He glared toward the lodge, willing his brother to read the “fuck off” look on his face, then shook off the negativity. He’d agreed to be here, so he’d just have to suck it up and play nice with the guests and his family.
Or die trying…
****
Sara dropped her bags on the bed, and one flopped to its side spilling the contents onto the comforter. She stared at the sex toys scattered across her bed. What on earth had possessed her to buy ball gags and butt plugs? She’d be lucky to get over her shyness long enough to hit on a guy, let alone use restraints on him.
Maybe the dude ranch would have a spare hunky cowboy she could borrow for a few days. She knew the Dumens had four sons, but she’d never gotten to meet them during her brief visits with Gran.
If she hadn’t promised Bridgette she’d attend this weekend’s bachelorette party, she would have stayed safely tucked in the confines of her home with her new toys.
“Right, because the sole purpose of buying the damn things was to use them on yourself. Coward.” She snorted and hefted the suitcase off the bed.
Her mother’s solution to anything was to get out and sample the sexual world—sage advice from the most popular stripper at The Pier Strip Club in Las Vegas, which happened to be owned by Sara’s father. Even Sara’s ex-boyfriend had thought they should be adventurous by experimenting with orgies and couple swapping.
After so many years of avoiding working for the family business and living behind her self-imposed curtain of purity, she was ready to live. Come hell or high water, this weekend she would step out of the shadows and into the world of the sexually deviant.
A light breeze kicked up as she stepped onto the porch. So far, she had
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