Man, a boulder could have knocked him over when he realized she worked for Gabriel Sexton. He was just lucky he managed to snag his brother’s wallet before leaving the ranch. Because if Gabriel ever found out that he was in his club again, that man was going to stake his ass to a Saint Andrew’s Cross and set the bitch aflame. There was no love lost between Gabriel and him, and J.D. really didn’t give a damn anyway. What bothered him was that his youngest brother was looking at him as if he carried the plague and was bringing death and destruction to his front doorsteps.
What in the hell was wrong with the bird lover?
“Something the matter, little brother?”
“Yes, something is the matter with me. What the fuck are you doing here!” Conner shouted at him angrily.
“Well, technically I do live here, PC. What’s your problem?” he asked, getting a little miffed at the less than lukewarm homecoming.
“You are, and this is no longer your home. So technically, you can take your lying, selfish ass outta here. We don’t want you here.”
Jack grinned evilly. “We? And who is we, PC?”
“Stop calling me that!” Conner growled furiously. His hands clinched tightly by his side. Jack knew it would take much to send his little tweeter over the edge. So, Jack did what he did best. He fanned the flames and watched it roar. “Sure, just as soon as you show me how you strut your stuff for the ladies, Peacock.”
* * * *
Katarina fumed the whole time as she drove in the snow. She was used to driving in the snow in Maine. Now that place got a lot of white stuff. However, there was something very different about driving in wet snow versus dry snow, and the snow that fell in Montana was dry. Unlike Maine, when the snow fell and stuck to everything in sight, in Montana, it billowed and blew in complete disorder, just piling up and up and up. And just when she thought it would finally stop, another ten inches would drop out of nowhere, making the driving conditions nearly impossible.
Just for that alone she was going to spank Brannon until he couldn’t sit down for a week, and as for the other one, well, she’d fix his wagon.
No more sex! She could do it, too. She was trained to withstand her urges. Just because he was a jaw-dropping gorgeous piece of man flesh with a body built for sin and a cock that would make any man green with envy. Who was she kidding, even plopped down at his feet begging for a taste, she couldn’t control herself around him. It was all mind over matter, and her mind was filled with fury! What she needed to do was take charge of the situation and let neither of them persuade her on her course of action.
She had it all planned out, too. Her little puppy boy was going into in his time-out cage while she dealt with her sexy cowboy. He was going to rue the day he handcuffed her to the bed and left her alone. Oh, just thinking about it got her blood boiling. Oh, she would let him believe that he had the upper hand, and when he wasn’t ready for it…Wham! She was going to show him what a real Domme was made of so he would never forget. As for the puppy, well, she was going to clip his balls! She would make damn sure he was so docile by the time she left, and he would whimper until her return.
Smiling at that thought, Katarina turned down the road that would take her to the ABC Ranch. When Gabriel gave her the address and the directions out to the Kincaid ranch, she thought it would only take a couple of minutes or so to get to them. However, she was way off. Her trip in the freezing snow had garnered her frozen feet, ice-cold hands, and her life flashing before her eyes as she skidded off the road more than once. She should have known better than to speed, but with her temper in rare form, she totally forgot about the dos and don’ts of driving in hazardous conditions. She corrected a simple mistake just a little too quickly.
Nevertheless, none of that mattered now as she saw the sprawling ranch house looming in the distance. Slowing down, she was amazed at the beautiful home before her. Living in Maine, she had seen some gorgeous houses, and some just had that wow factor, but the Kincaid home was…Hell, she didn’t know how to describe their house, maybe something akin to a color wheel explosion. Damn, if ever there were a show on how not to decorate a house, the Kincaid homestead who be the main attraction. If she didn’t know any better, the Kincaid family got their decorative skills from Pippi Longstocking!
She could look past the lavender house, but the red-and-green shutters were a bit too much. Add in the red-and-white porch railings that reminded her of barbershop signs, and well, the lime-green and orange rocking chairs didn’t look so bad. However, she had a serious concern for all the weather vanes and satellite dishes on the roof. Were they breaking the law for free cable, or were they working for NASA trying to contact aliens from outer space?
Pulling to a stop, she sat in her car and tried to take everything in. Ignoring the house, she looked to her right and saw a blue-and-pink polka-dotted corral, a black barn with white flowers all over it, and several pigs wandering around. To her left, there was another barn, which was thankfully just red until the wind stopped whipping the snow around long enough for her to see that it wasn’t red, but magenta, with what she could only assume was car hubcaps nailed along the bottom.
Shuddering at the sight before her, she grabbed her keys out of the ignition and headed toward the Kincaid house. Well, she assumed it was their house, and not a circus commune. She had only taken two steps when she realized the ground felt funny. She knew living in snow country that when walking on the cold white stuff it crunched under her feet. However, this was more like a crackle. Bending down, Katarina moved some of the snow away to find bright-green grass.
“What in the hell?” she muttered, mainly to herself. Moving aside more snow, it took her a few minutes to realize what she was looking at. Of course, after looking at the house and its surrounding buildings, she shouldn’t have been surprised to find the front lawn covered in turf grass. Yep, who needed good old Kentucky Blue Grass when one could install turf?
Shaking her head, she made it to the first step of the front porch when she heard a loud crash, followed by loud roar, and someone shouting, “Hit him again, badass. Don’t take that shit lying down.”
“Come on, Peacock, squawk for me!” another voice shouted and she knew instantly who the voice belonged to.
Jack.
“Get over here and help me instead of parading around, you pussy. Jackass hits hard!” said another voice, which she knew belonged to Brannon.
Sighing, she walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. The commotion from within the house was loud and from what she could hear was getting more volatile. Knocking again, she waited, and when no one answered, she tried the door.
It was unlocked.
Opening the door, she walked in to find three grown men rolling around on a patchwork of discarded carpet swatches, fighting and acting like fools. She identified two of them easily and could only assume the third was Phillip Conner Kincaid. Like his other two brothers, he was tall and muscular, with sandy-blond hair that was in desperate need of a trim, especially when Brannon grabbed a handful of it and yanked hard.
“Not the hair!” the sandy blond screamed.
“Don’t touch the peacock’s hair, badass. He gets all prissy. Hit his face!” Jack yelled, and then proceeded to do just that.
“Leave him alone, Jackie!” Brannon cursed and reared back, slamming his fist into Jack’s stomach.
Something told Katrina this could go on forever, and she was about to stop it when a small woman came to stand beside her, smiling and eating a pickle wrapped in a paper towel. “Aren’t they the cutest little boys ever? I am so proud of them. Duck, Brannon!” the woman yelled, then took a bite of her pickle.
“Thanks, Ma!” Brannon shouted, and ducked just in time to avoid a shot from Jack.
“Mom! You’re not allowed to interfere,” Conner shouted, hurling himself onto Jack’s back and tackling him to the ground.
“You’re right, baby, my apologies. Carry on, boys,” the woman said, then disappeared into the kitchen.
/> Katarina didn’t know what to do. She was raised to mind her manners, behave, and act respectable at all times. Fighting wasn’t allowed in any instance, and never was she allowed to scuffle in her house. Of course, she was an only child, but still there were rules of decorum, which apparently the Kincaid brothers were never taught. Knowing their mother wasn’t going to stop them, Katarina didn’t have time to wait until they killed each other. Nope, she wanted to say her piece and then go back to the Pleasure Cave where everything and everyone were normal.
Putting her fingers in her mouth, she whistled loudly, halting the fight on the floor before her. When all of the brothers looked up and stared, she firmly and clearly said, “Sit!”
To her surprise, they did just that.
Chapter Five
The three of them sat on the couch from oldest to youngest, as she marched back and forth, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. They were all very handsome and distinct in their own way. She loved how Jack’s darker hair was shorter but still fell into his eyes, and his five o’clock shadow made him look rough and ready for anything. Brannon, with his short brown hair that was trimmed, looked good on him, even with his goatee, and then there was Phillip Conner, or just Conner as he preferred, with his shaggy, sandy hair and clean-shaven face. All gorgeous and could easily grace the cover of any GQ magazine, they sat staring at her, waiting for her to say something. Only now that she had them where she wanted them, she didn’t know what to do. It was a little unnerving to have them staring at her like they were, like animals waiting to pounce. She could tell each one of them was sporting a rock-hard erection, but she chose to ignore that aspect and concentrate on why she was here.
Apparently, their mother, who she now knew was named Sophie, had come home just moments after the fighting began to get a change of clothes and decided to stay and watch the drama unfold. She was now seated in a wicker chair, with daisies intertwined in the back, eating a pickle. “Don’t hold back, sugar. You tell my boys whatever is you feel you need to. They’re used to holding their balls.”
“Mom!” all three of them shouted at the same time, and Katarina snickered at their comical faces, but seized control of the room before they once again got out of hand.
“Shall I muzzle all of you?”
“I’d like to see you try it, Pussy Kat,” Jack mumbled under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear it. Turning her full attention on the mastermind, she smiled evilly.
“So, Jack. It is Jack, and not J.D., right? Or do you prefer Jack Daniel, or what about jackass?”
“Jack or J.D. is fine,” he replied through gritted teeth. Oh, she knew she was baiting a tiger, but she didn’t care. She drove all the way out to their house to tell him they were over and to give him a piece of her mind, and no Dom was going to stop her.
“I’ll go with jackass for now. You, buddy, left me handcuffed to a bed. That was not very Dom of you. Then to add to your crimes, you actually left my apartment. If it weren’t for Matthias, I’d probably still be there!”
When Brannon snickered, she turned her gaze upon him. “And you, my little naughty puppy, should know better than to barge into my apartment without an invitation. That cost you two days of pen training. Then you took off with Jackass, leaving me tied up with no way to get free. That’s another day in the pen.”
“Hey, Brannon, while you’re in a time out, can I play with your Mistress?” Phillip Conner whispered.
“Enough!” Jack roared, getting to his feet. Katarina blanched and even took a step back. She knew he was a playful Dom, but nothing about him now looked fun.
“Excuse me.”
“We don’t have time for this, Pussy Kat. Sorry you were detained against your will, but we have bigger problems at the moment,” Jack began, and then shouted once more, “Freeze, turkey!”
Turning instantly, Katarina watched as their mother slowly sat back down in the wicker chair. “I wasn’t going anywhere, Jackie. I just need to tinkle.”
“Uh-huh. The last time you tinkled, you were gone for two months,” he muttered, walking over to her. Leaning down, he looked his mother in the eyes. “Ma, I love you, but if you don’t stop disappearing, I will handcuff you to the kitchen table.”
“That won’t work, Jackie. She knows how to pick the lock.” Conner laughed, getting up and introducing himself to Katarina. “Hi, I’m Phillip Conner Kincaid, but you can call me Conner. If you’re taking applications for new subs, I’d like to be considered, since Brannon is going to be busy licking himself in his cage for a while. Though I like a cage now and then, I prefer strutting around in the open. I’m game for pretty much anything.”
Katarina was dumfounded. She didn’t know what in the hell was going on. One minute she had control of the situation, the next, she didn’t. “Katarina Clark, and I’ll keep that under advisement,” she mumbled, shaking the handsome brother’s hands. When Conner smiled, something unraveled deep within her and she knew instantly that he was a submissive, just like Brannon, yet the oldest was a Dom. The switch in her was jumping and clapping her hands in glee, eagerly wanting to play. Ignoring the annoying imp, Katarina blinked quickly and removed her hand from his. “Okay, maybe this was a bad time. I’ll come back later.”
However, when she started for the door, Jack and Brannon both stood in her way. “Sorry, sweetheart. We can’t let you leave,” Brannon whispered softly, looking at the ground.
“Excuse me,” she said again, but more forcefully.
“Like I said before, we have bigger problems, and you inadvertently walked in on the middle of it,” Jack said.
“I didn’t walk in on shit!” Kat replied, not liking the look in Jack’s eyes. Something was going on. When she looked up into his eyes, for one fleeting second, she saw that twinkle of mischief flare, and then it was gone. He was devious and cunning, and remembering what Gabriel and Matthias said about him, Katarina stiffened. “Oh my god, Gabe was right. All of you are bat-shit crazy. I’m outta here. I don’t need this crap. Brannon, you can find a new Mistress, and, Jack, stay away from me, I don’t want to see either of you again.”
That was when her lovable, submissive puppy changed. Brannon’s face hardened as he said, “Katarina, do you know what plausible deniability means?”
* * * *
Brannon wanted to laugh so badly. The look upon her face was priceless. His Mistress was without a doubt the most delectable woman on the planet, and her just being in the room with him was making his cock swell with need.
Over the months spent with his Mistress, Brannon had fallen deeply in love with her. Well, he actually loved her before that. That was why he enlisted Gabriel to help persuade her to take on a submissive, but she didn’t know that. No, from the moment he laid eyes on her, his heart was forever hers. Now, he just had to figure out a way to keep her.
At the moment, what he really wanted to do was to string Gabriel and Matthias up by their balls for reading her in on a situation she needed to know nothing about, but what was done was done, and there was nothing he could do about it now. Brannon didn’t know how much she knew, but from her expression, she knew just enough that would make her an accomplice.
“What?” Kat stammered, clearly not liking the firmness in Brannon’s voice.
“Plausible deniability is a circumstance in which a subject—that’s you, baby—can safely and believably deny knowledge of any particular truth that may exist because the subject—that’s you again—is deliberately or inadvertently made unaware of said truth so as to benefit or shield the subject from any responsibility associated through the knowledge of such truth.”
“English, dude, you lost me at the word ‘cum,’” Conner quipped, coming to stand behind Katarina.
“What?” Brannon asked, bewildered, then chose not to wait for his explanation. “PC, you know the drill. You’re on mom watch, and please do us all a favor and try not losing her this time.”
“I didn’t lose her!” Conner shouted. “She escaped. The woman
studied under Houdini. I’d like to see you try and contain her.”
“Just make sure you keep an eye on her, okay? Jack, you already know who to get in contact with. See if they still have everything stored and if they’re willing to help again,” Brannon ordered as Conner and Jack moved to take care of business. “Mom, please don’t try and help this time. We love you, but please trust us to take care of this. This isn’t our first time down the rabbit hole.”
Sophie Kincaid giggled. “Sure thing, baby. You boys are so good to me.”
“Come on, Mom. Let’s go for a ride,” Conner said lovingly, helping his mother to stand and leaving the room.
Brannon turned his attention back to Katarina, and for the first time, he wasn’t really sure what he was going to do with her. Oh, he knew what his cock wanted to do, but he didn’t think she would be receptive to that right now, but then again, his Mistress was a little pissed off at the moment so…“Please follow me, Katarina.”
Moving to the side, he motioned her toward the bedrooms. Sighing, she followed. “What happened to my submissive puppy?”
“You put him in a time out, remember?” Brannon grinned.
“You’re not a true submissive, are you?” she asked.
“Not really. I have perversions just like any other person, yet when a man sees something he wants, he will do anything to acquire it, even if that means hiding who he really is.”
“You’re a switch, like me, aren’t you?”
“Yes and no. I like a little slap and tickle like any other man, but only when the mood suits me. However, when you let me take control the last time we were together, you let me know that it wouldn’t bother you if I was, well, different. Thank you for that, by the way, for letting me show my true self to you. I love when you dominate me, Katarina, but sometimes, a man needs control. You are a very good Mistress.”
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