“Wow.”
“It’s lovely, isn’t it? I love it here. Wait till you see inside,” Grace said as they climbed from the convertible. “Welcome to Discretion, Maya.” Grace opened the front door and stepped inside.
A lively conversation was going on inside the boutique, which was like a wonderland of every sort of kink, passion, and perversion she could imagine.
A lovely, voluptuous blonde with a rosy blush in her cheeks said, “I can’t believe I was ‘the other woman’ in his harem fantasy! I was mortified when his wife called me to let me know she was okay with it.”
A tall, gorgeous brunette replied, “Maybe he wanted a ménage and was trying to ease you into it by giving her your number.”
The blonde rolled her eyes and said, “Trust me, if I’m ever in a ménage, all parties will be on the same fricking page, not to mention the fact that they’ll all know each other to begin with.”
Grace giggled and whispered, “Oh, crap. What now?”
“So you put all his shit on the front yard and had a rummage sale?” the brunette said from where she sat behind an antique lingerie display cabinet. The imposing display piece served as a sales counter, which housed delicates of every color, style, and fabric imaginable behind glass.
The blonde who stood folding lingerie at the display cabinet replied, “I did. He left for his supposed business trip, and I went on a tear. I sold it all, too. At rock-bottom prices. Hi, Grace!”
“Hi, everyone. This is Maya Daire. Maya, that is Rachel Wolf behind the lingerie counter, and this is Summer Heston. She and her sister, Margot, own Discretion.”
Another brunette appeared in the door that led to the rear of the shop, and Grace said, “This is Teresa Martinez.”
The brunette approached and held out her hand to Maya. The others greeted her, and she was swept into the conversation as though she’d known them for years. At the moment there were no customers in the boutique.
“What did he say when he came back?” Rachel asked Summer as they went back to their tasks. Rachel had a laptop set up on the counter and appeared to be doing the shop’s books.
“I handed him a check for the full amount I made on the yard sale and told him to get the hell off of my property.”
“You’re not worried he’ll sue you for selling his stuff?” Teresa asked.
Summer chuckled. “Are you kidding? He cried and begged me to take him back. He couldn’t understand why, if his wife was willing, I wouldn’t be interested in him anymore. Mind you, I wouldn’t mind being the meat in the middle of a man sandwich, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to share a man, especially one with no backbone. I finally called the police. Where do I find these two-timing assholes?”
Rachel spoke up and said, “I’m glad you gave him the boot. He wasn’t nearly good enough for you. I hope he doesn’t sue you.”
“Pish! He can go for it. His stuff wasn’t worth that much. I could pay the cost of small claims court and still break even with the fun of selling all his junk and then seeing the look on his face when I handed him the check.”
Grace showed Maya around the shop, and Maya asked questions about their involvement.
“Teresa is a born saleswoman. She works in the store with Summer. Rachel does the books and handles online orders and Discretion’s website maintenance. I hang out and help with merchandising and the display cases.”
Summer added, “Plus, they’re all invested in Discretion. Juliana’s not here, otherwise you could meet her as well. She helps Margot with buying and is at market in Dallas with her right now.”
Maya observed and listened as their discussion about Summer’s erstwhile boyfriend continued. Teresa was beautiful and had an almost shy quality to her. Summer was all spunk and fire and sounded like she could handle whatever retribution the jerk dealt to her. Rachel was spirited as well and looked as though she were ready to hunt the asshole down and beat the crap out of him. This was a lively group for certain.
They talked about Maya’s experience with the rattler, and Maya told them she was much better. The last bout of nausea had been the previous afternoon, and she’d slept well. She didn’t share that she’d slept surrounded by hard, male bodies.
Rachel must’ve sensed her reluctance to share details about Kendall and his brothers because she said, “I’ll bet those three Warner boys are keeping you on your toes, aren’t they, Maya? They are drop-your-panties gorgeous.”
“Rachel!” Teresa burst out in giggles as she returned from the stockroom with another box of lace lingerie to fold and put away. “Maya, it’s quite all right to be blunt in this crazy group of women.” Gesturing to Rachel, she added, “Honey Badass here has a delayed filter on her mouth. Don’t worry. Grace isn’t the only one in this group with an unconventional lifestyle.”
Teresa filled her in on her own living arrangement with her husbands, Angel and Joaquin, who were the Divine Creek Ranch’s horse breeding experts. Maya also learned she was currently staying in Teresa’s former home. Teresa had a five-year-old and an eighteen-month-old, both boys. “Michael and Eleazar are with their fathers right now.”
Maya raised a brow in mild surprise, and Teresa explained that her men were raised around horses from infancy and preferred to do the same with their sons.
With a smirk, Rachel said, “Summer, we need to find a real man for you. One you can trust. Because, honey, let’s face it. Left to your own devices, you’re an asshole magnet.”
The women all laughed, including Summer.
“A freak magnet,” Grace said.
“It’s a curse! I have the worst luck.”
Teresa chuckled then said, “When are you going to let Grace set you up with someone?”
“What if it doesn’t work out? I’ll feel guilty for disappointing Grace.”
“Summer, honey, it’s about time you put yourself in my capable hands,” Grace said quietly as three women stepped in the lace-curtained front door.
Maya visited with the others while Teresa helped the ladies. Rachel bantered back and forth with Grace, proving she’d earned her title as “Honey Badass” and had a truly risqué sense of humor. Her computer dinged with a familiar tone, and she paused in the discussion to check her e-mail. She frowned, and her demeanor changed as she opened the message.
“Grace?”
Grace came closer to look at the computer screen and visibly paled. “Divine Morality? What the hell is that? It’s not a book review site.”
Maya watched with wary interest as Rachel and Grace looked at the screen.
“It’s somebody’s public blog. Oh, shit. Teresa and Rosemary are mentioned as well,” Rachel whispered the last so as not to be overheard. “Teresa will pass out when she sees this. Damn it.”
“What is it?” Maya asked.
“Someone has posted an anonymous, public blog accusing Grace and the others of bigamy, adultery, and immorality. The article mentions that Grace is expecting. This is heinous.”
Rachel turned the computer so Maya could clearly see the screen. Her heart fell to her stomach as she read the hateful gossip about her new friends.
The blog was not well written and appeared almost to be slapped together without much editing as if the person were in a hurry. Icy chills tingled up her neck as she realized she could become a target of this individual if she stayed in Divine with Kendall and his brothers.
“Do you have any idea who this could be?” Maya asked.
“There’s no name listed. It could be any of a number of people. Not everyone in Divine is open-minded,” Grace said. “I’ll talk to the guys tonight. I know someone who can help. Rachel, it’s a good thing you set up those Google Alerts for us.”
* * * *
“Where in the fuck is she?” Frank Reeves muttered as he stared at his laptop. He knew she hadn’t left in her car because the GPS he’d installed secretly months ago indicated that it was still at her house. She must’ve taken off with that asshole, Kendall Warner. He should’ve guessed it by the look
in the redneck’s eyes. She was probably fucking him at that very moment. On a whim he navigated to a search engine and entered Warner’s name.
* * * *
Late Friday afternoon, Boone watched as Maya relaxed on the flat rock out in the creek. She’d brought a paperback and a bottle of water and had her head resting on a folded towel, reading. She’d stripped her T-shirt off and now lay there in just her lacy pushup bra. The blonde temptress knew one of them would be coming to collect her when the workday was done. The bra was partially transparent, so he could see her rosy nipples through the white lace.
Maya was on his mind a lot lately, and he had to confess, to himself at least, that he’d been grateful for the slow down in this experiment. He didn’t want her to feel that this was like every other escapade they’d ever taken part in. She was much more important to him.
All the free pussy he wanted waited for him at The Dancing Pony, but he was becoming bored with that scene. Brenda Sanderson had about done him in with her damned antics and games, playing him, Richard, and their fellow coworker Gil James against each other.
The Carlisle brothers had finally given her the bum’s rush off of the Rockin’ C Ranch, like Grace had done a couple of years before.
Grace had never said “I told you so,” but Boone had wished they’d taken their cues from her more stable example rather than taking advantage of the easy, kinky sex Brenda had offered.
She’d manipulated them and played with them for her own amusement, which had fucked with Richard’s head in particular. Boone and Gil had been relieved the year before when she’d taken off in her gaudy dually pickup and hadn’t returned or called again.
This woman he watched now was a different breed altogether. He didn’t want to approach this thing between the four of them lightly. Kendall adored her, and Boone was certain Richard was falling fast, too. Boone thought she was exactly what Richard needed. Richard had never been the most verbose person, but she’d had the ability to turn him into Chatty Cathy.
He was glad she was feeling better, too. She’d wanted to push things the day before, and it had shown when she’d cuddled up with him on the couch last night to watch a movie. She’d fallen asleep early and allowed them to tuck her into bed without stirring later that night.
This morning she’d seemed like she was bouncing back as she’d prepared to go on her little shopping excursion with Grace. He wondered if she’d bought anything and grinned when he caught a glimpse of the cover of the book she read. Hot fucking damn. She had gone shopping.
She was reading an erotic novel if the cover featuring one woman and two men was any indicator. So they were on her mind as well. Good to know. Maybe she’d share a bedtime story with them tonight.
He was horny, but he wanted her to know she was special to them, to him. The memory of the desolate look on her face at Morgan’s funeral came to mind, and he felt very protective of her. He wanted her to never experience that sort of devastation again. Even though pain was a part of life, he still wanted to protect her from it.
Though he’d been attracted to her when Kendall introduced him and Richard to her, Boone had always considered her OPP when Morgan had been alive. He’d even acknowledged the place he knew she held in Kendall’s heart and had still considered her “other people’s property” after Morgan’s death. Loving her had never been an option, so he’d ignored the attraction.
He had a feeling that making love with her would be off the charts hot, but it was about more than sex. It was their fantasy coming true, and in a way it scared him.
She was the best-case scenario Jack had talked to them about when they’d asked with curiosity two years before about his relationship with Grace, Ethan, and Adam. Maya was fun-loving, open-minded, and sexy as hell. In short, she was perfect for them.
She didn’t seem put off at all by his tendency toward physical possessiveness and dominance. It had been impossible to mistake the sparkle of interest in her eyes when he’d threatened a spanking if she misbehaved. He was willing to bet she loved erotic spanking, and he couldn’t wait to find out.
Silently, Boone made his way down the creek bank, jumping silently from rock to tree root, stripping off his sweaty T-shirt and the rest of his clothing. He wondered how she would react and grinned. He gritted his teeth as he slipped quietly into the cold, clear water and submerged beneath its surface.
He rounded the rock and could see her shapely calf swirling in the water. Minnows darted around her foot, appearing to kiss and tickle her toes. He gently wrapped his hand around her ankle and heard her high-pitched squeal even under the water. She didn’t jerk away as he surfaced in front of her, and he smiled at the sight of her. She was up on her elbows and her breasts were heaving because he’d startled her, but there was a spark of merriment in her eyes.
She blessed him with a luminescent smile a moment before she planted her other foot on his shoulder and pushed him back into the water. He laughed for a second before he went under, not so much from the force of her push but because he was as much in the mood to play as she was.
She laughed as he surfaced and then became serious as her blue gaze wandered down his torso. Where he stood on a rock, he was only waist-deep. A faint blush came to her cheeks as she looked at his cock, which was only barely submerged in the water. If she kept staring, his cock was going to keep swelling until it made an appearance above water as well.
She laid her book by her towel and sat up. “The cold water doesn’t seem to bother you much.”
“Not when what I’m looking at makes me this hot, Maya,” he replied as he stepped closer to her.
A fish swirled around his ankle as he stood in the cold water. She parted her thighs and watched him as he took advantage of the move and drew closer still. He could see her pulse pounding at the base of her throat, and his dick twitched when she licked her lips as she looked him up and down again. Her hands moved from where they rested on her thighs, and he wondered if she was considering putting them on his cock. He sincerely hoped so. Her breasts filled the transparent lace bra to perfection, and he had every intention of playing with them before he left this rock.
“H–How was your day?”
“Long, hot, and sweaty. How was yours?”
“Positively decadent.” Maya skimmed a fingertip over his tattooed bicep and traced the marking around his shoulder and said, “Turn, I want to see all of it. Oh, Boone.” Her voice was an expressive whisper as he turned so she could see his back.
He’d added to the original red-and-black tribal art on his bicep so that it now encompassed one complete shoulder and crossed the top of his back. Her fingertip descended his spine as she traced the twined red-and-black fiery dragons, done in the same tribal motif, whose tails ended at his lower back. His cock surged as her fingertip traced all the way down.
“Did it take a long time?” she asked as he turned back to her and drew close enough to place a kiss on the upper swell of her breast, right above the lace she wore.
“Yes. Several trips.” He switched to the other side and was gratified by the shakiness of her breathing.
“I wish I could’ve watched.”
“Next time I’ll take you with me.” He traced the tip of his tongue through her cleavage.
“Do you like my new bra?”
A leisurely smile crossed Boone’s lips and he murmured, “I was just admiring it. It looks beautiful on you.”
“It has a matching G-string.”
Hot fucking damn! Dreams do come true. “Any chance I might have the opportunity to peel said G-string off of you?” Please let her be wearing it beneath these cutoffs.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she bit her lip before smiling. Her only response was a nod. With dripping hands he pulled her to him, gripping the back of her head in one hand as he slid the other up her thigh to grip her hip. She fit his hands perfectly, everywhere.
He kissed her hungrily and savored her taste, thrusting his tongue between her lips and enjoying the feel
of her silken mouth. He groaned when her smooth fingertips slip around his bone-hard dick.
He fumbled with the fly and zipper of her cutoffs, and she leaned back a little to give him greater access. He jerked the faded denims down her hips and legs and laid them aside as he hungrily took in the sight of her. Her quiet moan had his dick bobbing impatiently and seeping pre-cum. He couldn’t wait to have his mouth filled with her pussy, to taste her cream.
Her gaze never left his face as he touched the patch of transparent lace over her mound. Her scent rose to him in the balmy air, and he hazarded a guess she was very wet.
“Very pretty, Maya. You look good in lace.”
Her only response was a little high-pitched exhalation as his fingers slid over the narrow elastic string that ran over her hips.
“And what’s this? A lovely bit of body art.” He traced a fingertip over the delicately inked tattoo at her left hip. The duo of roses was deep red and intricately detailed, one fully opened and the other a tightly closed bud. Their stems crossed at her hip so it would appear they were held there by her waistband.
“I want to add to it someday.”
“What would you add?”
Her breath stuttered a little when he stroked it with a light tickling touch.
“I think I’d add a colored ribbon and have the artist ink something special on it. Maybe a phrase. I haven’t decided yet.”
Gently, he hooked his finger beneath the lace and growled at the feel of her silky skin. Maya waxed her pussy. Boone couldn’t believe his good fortune. A small, soft thatch of curls grew in a narrow strip above her slit, which was his true destination. Her head fell back as his finger slipped fluidly between her drenched lips.
“Oh, Boone.”
Her husky whisper set his blood to boiling as he slid his finger up and down her slit, the sounds of moist flesh parting audible even over the merrily gurgling creek. She lifted a thigh and gave him greater access to her wet pussy, and he took full advantage.
He caught the elastic of the G-string with his fingers and pulled it from her, revealing her blonde curls and the slick, glistening evidence of her arousal to him. She was dripping with her juices and looked like the right touch would make her come on the spot. Lucky for him he was the one doing the honors. He couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like.
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