what the extremes were of his fetishes, did call to him. She couldn’t possibly know, and that sent the fire rushing along his veins, straight to his cock and balls.
Peaches had given him a clue the night before. She did have some idea of what went on in a dungeon. Was she telling him she wanted to be the woman for him? That she could make him, as well as Damien and Ryan, happy?
As he watched her bend over as she searched for some mysterious ingredient for their breakfast in the fridge, he thought about Sally. She had been soft and sweet, looking decept-ively innocent, on the outside. On the inside she had begged and pleaded, had wanted all the dirty things he could do to her. Hell, she had even made a few suggestions he had always been leery of using on a woman. But she had been nearly perfect in her submission. There hadn’t been any games. The look in her eyes, when he gave his permission for her to look up at him, had been the most gratifying of all. Her gratitude had been unmistakable. This had made her leaving all that much more of a mystery.
Sexually, they could probably make it work for a while. Peaches could pretend all she wanted, make herself bend to his sexual dominance. But it wouldn’t be real. In the end, he would always be aware of it. And as for happiness, that was the biggest joke of all. He wasn’t going to fall for it again. Not with this woman. Perhaps he would never take the risk again with any woman.
Then he thought of Damien and Ryan. He had promised himself he would give her a chance. If he didn’t, well, it could ruin the partnership they had formed. But it wasn’t all about the ranch. He needed them close and he needed to know they would always come home. To him.
“It didn’t snow as much as I thought it would,” Peaches said, breaking into his tormented thoughts. Turning to look at her at the window, he stared at her. She turned back to him, a smile on her pink lips. Fuck, how he wanted those lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked her mouth! He bit back a groan. “Maybe the storm won’t hit here.” Logan shook his head. “The leading edge went north of here. But there’s plenty left for us.
It’ll be here by this afternoon. If you’re making breakfast, get it done. We have to get out and get the cattle closer.” His gaze raked over her. “We don’t have time for your games.” 51
The moment the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. Hadn’t he been listening to his own reasoning for giving them a chance to know each other? Though his sex games bordered on cruel to some, but only to achieve sexual gratification for both he and his sub, he was never cruel to anyone. She was trying. It wasn’t in her nature to be submissive, but she was actually trying to develop a relationship with all three of them.
An egg hit him dead center in the chest, shocking him. It was followed by another and another, striking the same spot. Logan was glad she wasn’t holding her pistol, for the woman’s accuracy was amazing.
“Go fuck yourself, you bastard!”
They were back to square one. Actually, as he looked at her and watched her withdraw mentally, he knew they were at a deficit relationship-wise.
“I told your friends I loved them and that I wouldn’t leave them. But that doesn’t include you. I could have played your nasty little games. Hell, after I gave it some thought, I was thinking I might even enjoy them. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before I’ll ever let you touch me again.”
As Peaches moved to walk past him, wearing cute little ballet slippers on her feet, he reached out for her, reacting to the dare in her words. No one was going to tell him something like that and get away with it. The moment he touched her, she put him on the floor with amazing ease. His body hit the cold tiles, sending the air out of his lungs in a whoosh.
“What the fuck did you do now?” Damien demanded, coming to stand over him. “You made her cry last night, but we let it
Peaches had given him a clue the night before. She did have some idea of what went on in a dungeon. Was she telling him she wanted to be the woman for him? That she could make him, as well as Damien and Ryan, happy?
As he watched her bend over as she searched for some mysterious ingredient for their breakfast in the fridge, he thought about Sally. She had been soft and sweet, looking decept-ively innocent, on the outside. On the inside she had begged and pleaded, had wanted all the dirty things he could do to her. Hell, she had even made a few suggestions he had always been leery of using on a woman. But she had been nearly perfect in her submission. There hadn’t been any games. The look in her eyes, when he gave his permission for her to look up at him, had been the most gratifying of all. Her gratitude had been unmistakable. This had made her leaving all that much more of a mystery.
Sexually, they could probably make it work for a while. Peaches could pretend all she wanted, make herself bend to his sexual dominance. But it wouldn’t be real. In the end, he would always be aware of it. And as for happiness, that was the biggest joke of all. He wasn’t going to fall for it again. Not with this woman. Perhaps he would never take the risk again with any woman.
Then he thought of Damien and Ryan. He had promised himself he would give her a chance. If he didn’t, well, it could ruin the partnership they had formed. But it wasn’t all about the ranch. He needed them close and he needed to know they would always come home. To him.
“It didn’t snow as much as I thought it would,” Peaches said, breaking into his tormented thoughts. Turning to look at her at the window, he stared at her. She turned back to him, a smile on her pink lips. Fuck, how he wanted those lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked her mouth! He bit back a groan. “Maybe the storm won’t hit here.” Logan shook his head. “The leading edge went north of here. But there’s plenty left for us.
It’ll be here by this afternoon. If you’re making breakfast, get it done. We have to get out and get the cattle closer.” His gaze raked over her. “We don’t have time for your games.” 51
The moment the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them. Hadn’t he been listening to his own reasoning for giving them a chance to know each other? Though his sex games bordered on cruel to some, but only to achieve sexual gratification for both he and his sub, he was never cruel to anyone. She was trying. It wasn’t in her nature to be submissive, but she was actually trying to develop a relationship with all three of them.
An egg hit him dead center in the chest, shocking him. It was followed by another and another, striking the same spot. Logan was glad she wasn’t holding her pistol, for the woman’s accuracy was amazing.
“Go fuck yourself, you bastard!”
They were back to square one. Actually, as he looked at her and watched her withdraw mentally, he knew they were at a deficit relationship-wise.
“I told your friends I loved them and that I wouldn’t leave them. But that doesn’t include you. I could have played your nasty little games. Hell, after I gave it some thought, I was thinking I might even enjoy them. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before I’ll ever let you touch me again.”
As Peaches moved to walk past him, wearing cute little ballet slippers on her feet, he reached out for her, reacting to the dare in her words. No one was going to tell him something like that and get away with it. The moment he touched her, she put him on the floor with amazing ease. His body hit the cold tiles, sending the air out of his lungs in a whoosh.
“What the fuck did you do now?” Damien demanded, coming to stand over him. “You made her cry last night, but we let it
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