Pleasure in Sanctuary [Sanctuary, Montana 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Once in the warm shower, she scrubbed every inch of her body and made sure to take extra care in shaving. Once she was squeaky clean, she dried her hair. While she hadn’t brought her hot rollers, she did have her curling iron. If she’d have known she would have met such hunky men, she would have brought every nice outfit she owned.

  With care, she added some pretty waves to her long locks. Makeup was next. She didn’t want to go too heavy. Jackson would think she was trying too hard. One thing about these men was they both seemed to like her for who she was. How often did that happen?

  After she dressed and made sure the room was perfect, she grabbed her coat and purse and went downstairs to wait for Jackson in front of the fire. Minnie had several magazines that ranged from fashion to ones that specialized in hunting. She picked up the second one.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  She looked up and grinned. “Holy smokes. You look hot, cowboy.” She stood and Jackson drew her into an embrace. He was wearing black polished boots, black jeans, and a crisp white shirt with a bolo tie under a leather jacket. Yum.

  “I don’t look nearly as nice as you, Pleasure. Jesus, but you’re gorgeous.” He held her out at arm’s length and ran his gaze up and down her body. “The green dress suits you. It looks good with your complexion.”

  More heat colored her cheeks. “Thanks.”

  “Ready to chow?”

  “You bet.”

  She’d eaten at the pizza place a few times as well as at the Valley View Café. She wondered if he’d take her to one of those places. She’d be overdressed, but she didn’t care as long as Jackson found her attractive.

  “You mind walking? It’s only two blocks.”

  Even if there was a blizzard, she could walk that far. Her heels were low and were made for walking. “Sure.” In fact, she liked the cool air on her face.

  In no time, they arrived at the Steer House. She’d passed it a few times but when she looked at the prices, she’d shied away. Good thing she’d worn a dress, as this place was upscale.

  Jackson held open the door. The inside smelled like rich leather. The low lights, white tablecloths, and gleaming place settings spoke of elegance. She was a little surprised that a place like Sanctuary had enough wealthy patrons to support a place like this, but given most of the tables were filled, apparently they did.

  Jackson stepped up to the hostess stand. “Two for Baldwin.”

  She glanced down at the list. “Right this way.”

  As the hostess led them to a side table, he stiffened when they passed a table of four men. Hailey said nothing. When she sat, it occurred to her that perhaps that table contained the McLeans.

  The waiter rushed over and asked for their drink order. “I’ll have a Chablis.”

  “Scotch on the rocks for me,” Jackson said.

  She wanted to clear the air before the evening began. “I spoke with Sophie about her daughter, Alice, possibly working with Cody on their joint science project. When she found out he was a Baldwin, she hesitated.”

  His shoulders straightened. “Why?”

  “She’s a maid for Mason and Alex McLean.”

  He drew his bottom lip and shook his head. Jackson reached next to him and clasped her hand. “The two families have been at odds forever.”

  “Sophie said Alex McLean told her about the Baldwins claiming money destined for the Confederate coffers was stolen by the McLeans.”

  “Yeah. If the trickery had stopped there, we would have patched things up.” Jackson shot a not so friendly glance at the table of four men.

  “What else did they do?”

  “Lots of things. Many years ago, our families wanted to drill for oil on the land, but the McLeans had more of their relatives on the city council than we did and nixed our request.”

  “There are always two sides to every story. The Baldwins never bested the McLeans?”

  “Hell yeah we did. Once they wanted to run a pipeline across the back of our land to theirs. This time the Baldwins had the majority in the city council, and we shot their request down.”

  “You live next to each other. Isn’t it time for a truce?”

  Just then, one of the men at the table strutted over. He nodded to her. “Evening, ma’am. I’m Sam McLean.” He held out his hand.

  She shook it even though she bet Jackson would be pissed. “Dr. Hailey Hunter.”

  “A doctor, huh?” He glanced back at Jackson. “Moving up in the world, I see.”

  Jackson jerked, but he didn’t take the bait.

  “Just wanted to let you know, Baldwin, you aren’t winning the bull competition again this year.”

  Jackson’s hands fisted. His chest filled with air, and he faced his tormentor. “That so? You think you have a chance?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Jackson shook his head. “You’ll be riding our bull, Samson, and he’s a fierce one.”

  McLean grinned. “Wait until you get on the back of Darth Vader. You’ll be bucked off in under four seconds. He’s a mean motherfucker.” He turned to her. “Sorry, ma’am. No offense.”

  “None taken.” She’d heard a lot worse.

  Jackson chortled. “You named your bull Darth Vader?” He held up a palm. “Am I supposed to bring a lightsaber with me?”

  Sam McLean didn’t seem to think Jackson’s statement very funny. She did, however, and when she chuckled, Sam scowled. “We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m holding up the winner’s trophy.”

  “Yes, we will. Now if you’ll excuse us, I’m trying to have a pleasant evening.”

  Sam faced her. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

  She hated being called ma’am.

  Once he left, Jackson looked over at her. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what? The guy was a jerk. I get it.”

  He smiled. “Yes, he was.”

  The waiter must have seen the interaction and waited until Sam left before bringing their drinks. He set them in front of them and asked for their order.

  “Give us a minute, will you?”

  “Take your time.”

  Jackson held up his glass. “To my wonderful companion.”

  She liked that word. It spoke of something with a future.

  The waiter came over a few minutes later and took their order. She wanted something simple and chose the filet. Jackson ordered a T-bone. The kitchen must have been highly efficient because the waiter seemed to take no time in bringing out their meal.

  For the rest of the dinner, they chatted about the ranch. It was Jackson’s life.

  He swirled the remaining scotch in his glass. “So what are your plans?”

  “You mean once I return home?”

  He winced at the word home. “Yes.”

  “I’ll apply for a job.”

  “You’re not staying in Sanctuary?” Pain laced his features.

  She’d known him all of one week. While Tanner and she seemed to have this amazing connection, she didn’t want to suppose the three of them could be together. “I’d like to stay in Montana. It’s my home, but if I get a job offer in Texas, I’ll have to accept.”

  Jackson chewed the inside of his cheek as if he was trying to decide what to do. “I see.”

  Once they finished eating, the waiter returned and handed him the check. Jackson reached into his pocket and gave the man his credit card.

  Jackson studied her. “You know Charley won’t be around forever.”

  “From the little time I saw him, he seems determined to care for the animals.”

  “Yes, but I don’t know how effective he’s going to be. We always have to bring in a vet when an animal gets sick. Maybe you’d like to join him.”

  She laughed. “Somehow I don’t think he’d be in favor of that.”

  “Let’s decide once the rodeo is over. Besides, Dad can always use a good vet, as can my other brother, Eric, and our cousin, Matt Taylor.”

  The idea of being a vet at the Baldwin ranch excited her. “I’m willing to wait a
nd see.”

  The waiter returned the credit card and thanked them. Loud laugher came from the McLean table and Jackson’s lips pursed. “I say we get out of here.”

  She didn’t want to see him upset any longer. Besides, she had big plans for him.

  He helped her on with her coat and then grabbed her hand. As they left, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid the McLean table. What a shame the two families couldn’t get along.

  The outside air helped wash away the part of the evening that wasn’t perfect. Even if Sam McLean hadn’t come over to taunt Jackson, not having Tanner join them was a downer, but he needed to be with Cody.

  “Do you want to grab some dessert?”

  “I was hoping I could offer you some dessert at the boarding house.” She winked.

  Jackson laughed and seemed to relax more than he had all evening. “I like the way you think, Pleasure.”

  During their short walk back, he spoke of the charity rodeo.

  “I didn’t know it was for charity.”

  “I thought I’d mentioned it. One year the McLeans are in charge of running the rodeo, the next year we do it. Regardless who hosts it, the money goes to help spruce up the hospital. Trust me when I say the place can use the extra money.”

  “That’s wonderful, but I’m surprised the two families work together like that.”

  He shrugged. “We aren’t horrible people. We know the charity is for a good cause. If we didn’t share, we’d probably be trying to outdo each other, which would eventually affect our bottom line—ours more than theirs.”

  Since the topic of the McLeans always seemed to sour Jackson, she didn’t want to bring up that name again tonight. This evening she wanted to make love to this amazing man.

  When she and Jackson stepped inside the warm boarding house through the back door, the light in the fireplace had disintegrated into glowing embers. She hugged Jackson close. “I wish we could seal off this room and enjoy it—just the two of us.”

  He smiled then tapped her nose. “I can envision little Alice sneaking down and catching us in the act.”

  She punched him. “Then we’ll just have to go upstairs where we won’t be disturbed.”

  He leaned in close. “If I recall, you make a lot of noise, and given the age of the place, these walls are thin.”

  “Maybe you’ll have to gag me.”

  He grabbed his crotch. “I’m not sure we’ll even make it up the stairs if you keep talking like that.”

  They went up the stairs and tiptoed past room three, as she assumed Sophie and Alice were in there. Once at her room, she unlocked the door and ushered him in. For some reason, she was a little nervous. How did one seduce a Dom?

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Come here, you.” Jackson pressed her hard against his chest and kissed her with unleashed passion.

  Her body melted against his. Forgetting all his rules, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His hard cock pressed against her, and tiny explosions of need doused every part of her. Her nipples ached to be licked, and her pussy throbbed.

  You’re a total mess. But it felt so good to be with him. Jackson was a man who knew what he wanted and took it. His drive, dedication, and love of ranching spoke volumes to who he was as a person.

  He broke the kiss first. His lips were a bit red, and his breath slightly ragged. “Where is that gag you mentioned?”

  Had she moaned too loudly? Whoops. “We can use one of my scarves.” She shrugged. “It should help muffle some of the sound.”

  “What we need is a real gag.”

  She chuckled. “I don’t have a habit of bringing sex toys with me when I’m doing out-of-town contract work.” That wasn’t totally true. She had thrown in her trusty vibrator. Needless to say, that piece of equipment had been given a rest.

  She scurried to her closet and searched for the cotton scarf she’d worn in the barn to stave off the cold. Now she’d never look at it the same way again.

  She held it out. “Will this do?”

  “Sure.” His eyes gleamed as he peered around her into her closet. “Can you find a few more items we can use to tie you up? You’re very bad about trying to cop a feel.”

  She was about to say it wasn’t fair he always got to touch her and she never could play with him, but she didn’t want to do anything to upset him. “I’ll check.” She located a sash and a belt. “This is all I have.”

  He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving her face. “We’ll make do. Now take off your clothes.”

  His sudden command had her body thrumming. She set the items on the bed. This time, she wasn’t nearly as nervous. The wall switch only lit the bedside lamp, allowing her to hide some of her flaws in the dim light. First, she eased off her jacket and kicked off her heels. That was the easy part.

  “Keep your gaze down. I don’t want you seeing my face.”

  Hailey stilled for a moment. What did that mean? Well, if he was at all disgusted, she’d find out soon enough when his cock failed to become hard. Somehow, she didn’t think that would be a problem.

  With renewed confidence, she reached under her dress and removed her stockings. Had she known she’d be going on a hot date, she would have purchased a garter belt and hose—assuming the local stores even carried something like that anymore.

  Once she was down to her dress, she reached behind her and slowly unzipped the back. She probably looked dorky as she shifted her arm position to get the zipper lowered. Inhaling, she dragged down her sleeves. Damn, it was hard to do a strip tease and not look into the man’s eyes, but she did her best.

  As she let the material drop to the ground, a slight chill caressed her skin.

  “Keep going, Pleasure.”

  From the excitement lacing his tone, he liked what he saw. One of her fetishes was sexy underwear. Tonight’s attire consisted of a black lace push-up bra and matching panties. Of all her outfits, this duo was perhaps her best.

  She didn’t know if she should remove her bra or panties first. Hmm. The bra might be easier. Keeping her head down, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. The bra released her pendulant breasts, and she inhaled to enjoy the freedom.

  Jackson groaned. “Hurry up, little sub. You’re killing me here.”

  Really? She nodded and lowered one bra strap and then the other, taking her time despite his request to move faster. She wanted him on edge as much as possible when he licked her breasts. The last time, he’d seemed to be made of steel.

  She lowered her arms, and the bra dropped but caught on her distended nipples.

  Jackson stepped forward and tugged. The bra hit the floor a second later. “Much better. Continue.”

  She inhaled her courage. Already her panties were damp from teasing him. He’d said nothing about having to face him, so she turned her back and lowered the panties over her hips. Just as they reached her thighs, he wrapped a belt around her wrists. How he managed to tie the leather so that it held, she didn’t know.

  “You will be punished for tormenting me so. When I say fast, you are to go fast. Now, face the bed and kneel on the pillow then place your head on the spread for support.”

  Her whole body shook with desire, and her cum dripped down her thigh. The man had a way to turn every situation into a sexual one. Once she got into position, Jackson knelt behind her and pulled her knees out farther from the bed then delivered four rapid-fire blows to her ass. She gasped at the intensity. Wait for it. Sublime heat raced to her inner walls and she sighed.

  “Now stand. I need to get you out of these panties so I can savor all of you.”

  With help, she got to her feet. Instead of removing her panties, he plastered his chest to her back, reached around, and rubbed her nipples. The pressure sent her spiraling. Her fingertips pressed against his body, but she controlled herself and didn’t explore him.

  “Master, that feels so good.”

  He tapped her ass. “Thanks for remembering to properly address me.”

/>   A moment later he placed the gag in her mouth. While the cotton didn’t taste great, it gave her comfort knowing she could moan and groan to her heart’s content and not disturb Alice next door.

  He undid the belt holding her hands. “Bend over. I have a surprise for you.”

  What could it be? His divine cock would be enough for her. Paper rustled, and she twisted her head to look.

  “Looking is unacceptable. If I didn’t think you liked having your ass reddened, I’d apply this belt to your rear.”

  He wouldn’t dare.

  Another sash quickly covered her eyes. “Clearly, you just can’t be trusted not to look,” he said.

  She liked being blindfolded, as it allowed her imagination free reign without distraction. She inhaled a sweet scent. It was lube.

  She tried to tell him she’d never had a cock in her ass, but her words came out mumbled. She’d forgotten about the damn gag. She clenched her ass instead.

  Another slap brought tears to her eyes.

  “Do not clench.” He followed the spanking with soft rubbings. “Have you had a cock in your ass?”

  Thank God he asked. She shook her head.

  “Good.”

  Good? Did he like the idea of being the first? She tilted her head even though she couldn’t see.

  “Don’t worry. I’m just going to stretch you out. Tonight I want to delve into the sweetness of your pussy.”

  Just as she managed to relax her shoulders, his thumb nudged her back hole, and she had to concentrate on not tightening her muscles. Soon his rhythmic movements made the tension disappear, until his thumb delved into her darkened hole. After the slight pinch, the sensation held only a bit of embarrassment and nothing more.

  With his free hand, Jackson rubbed her rear. “I love your body. So full. So divine.”

  His words thrilled her. He made small circles with his palm over one rear cheek then moved his attention to her hip, and then finally palmed her belly.

  When he added a second finger to her anus, he removed his thumb and swirled his finger in a big sweeping circle, stimulating some of the nerves. The longer he spent in her rear hole, the less self-conscious she became.