by Jane Jamison
Pleasure, Texas 3
Tricking Her Cowboy Doms
Blackmailed by the owner of a sleazy e-magazine, Jewel Jackson is forced to take pictures of the BDSM activities at The Club at Pleasure Ranch. If she doesn’t get the goods, he’ll put her sister’s sex video on the Internet, ruining her sister’s life.
When cowboy brothers Owen and Ryce Killian meet Jewel, they think she could become their permanent submissive. She’s sexy and headstrong, making her the perfect challenge for them. Problem is, she’s also very skittish. Almost as though she has a secret to hide.
Charged with finding out who’s taking pictures of the club’s members during sex, the Killian brothers can’t ignore that Jewel is a prime suspect. Can they get the truth out of her before it’s too late? Although they’re ready to teach her the tricks of a Dom/submission relationship, can they believe that she’s only a waitress? Or has she got tricks of her own she can teach them?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 48,216 words
TRICKING HER COWBOY DOMS
Pleasure, Texas 3
Jane Jamison
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
About the Author
TRICKING HER COWBOY DOMS
Pleasure, Texas 3
JANE JAMISON
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Jewel Jackson checked the hallway leading from the main room of The Club at Pleasure Ranch to the back door. Many doors lined the way, most of them private play rooms for the members. She was in the clear unless someone came out of one of those rooms. Glancing back, she checked to see if anyone was watching, then hurried toward the supply room, the last door on the left.
Her heart beat erratically against her chest as it did every time she snuck around, terrified of being discovered at any moment. Either it would break through her rib cage or set off the alarm, pounding out the words “Traitor! Traitor!” She half expected Wilson, the bartender, or worse, one of the owners, Paul or Destin Casing, to jump out in front of her and shout “Stop! We know what you’re doing.”
Yet, as it had been the previous times, she made it to the room, took one more glance down the hallway, then slipped inside. Bracing her back against the door, she gave her breathing time to slow down, then pulled out her cell phone.
She hated lying to everyone at the BDSM club. Although she’d only worked there for the past two weeks, she’d come to know them as good, honest people. They’d treated her with nothing but respect, even allowing her to opt out on playing sexually with the members. And God knows they couldn’t be friendlier. Paul and Destin were great bosses, too, respectful and fair to all their employees. So what if the sexual desires of the members ran left of what society called normal? She wasn’t one to judge. Especially not with what she’d done in the past. Granted, her sexual explorations into a little tie-me-up kind of play had never gone to the extremes she’d seen there, and had always involved someone she’d dated for a while. She’d wanted to try more, but had been too afraid to let herself go. Her dreams were the only places where she could go wild and enjoy sex the way she’d like to have it in real life.
Which was why she felt so damn guilty. But what choice did she have? If she didn’t come through with the article and pictures exposing the club and its members, then she’d not only be out of her first real job, but her younger sister would pay for a stupid mistake for the rest of her life.
She could still hear Wilburt Flaxsom’s nasally voice in her head. Would she ever be able to forget their conversation?
“Look, I’m not forcing you to do this, Jewel. No more than I forced your sister to do what she did. What can I say? From what I can see in the video, she had a damn good time with that rocker dude and his pals. Did she scream? Not one peep. Did she fight against them? Nope again. She gave as good as she got. Hell, she’d make a damn fine porn star, if you ask me. But I can understand why you wouldn’t want the video to go viral. She is your baby sister. No one else will see it as long as you do what I t
ell you to do. If not, then she can always have a career sucking cocks in porn flicks.”
His laugh sounded like a witch’s cackle. “Hell, I’ll make her famous. Once she makes it big, I’ll take the usual twenty percent commission as her manager. Fact is, it wouldn’t surprise me if that’s why she did it. You know how it is. Groupies wanting to get their fifteen minutes of fame by boning a star. Fuck, I’m giving her what she wants.”
“That jerk had no right taping her and you’re a fuckin’ asshole if you put it out there. She’d never have gone along with it if she’d known. I should call the cops and turn you all in.”
“Go ahead. She’s legal now and we’ll claim she was at the time. It’s her word against the rest of us. Like I said. No one forced her and there are plenty of witnesses saying she was at the after-concert party whooping it up but good. Who’s to say she didn’t know they were taping her? Hell, the girl put on a fuckin’ hot show. Here. Ask her for yourself.”
Jewel listened to the sniffing sounds coming from the other end as he handed her the phone. The fact that she had to stand there, knowing that he had her sister’s phone number, made her want to hurl. It’d been hard enough walking in to his office. “Jacee? Are you all right?”
Jacee’s sobs tore at her heart. “Jewel, you’ve got to do what he says. If you don’t, he’s going to post it everywhere.”
She hated herself for asking, but she had to know. “Sis, couldn’t you guess what was going on? Why would you get on his touring bus in the first place? What were you thinking?” As soon as she’d said it, she regretted it. She was accusing her sister, belittling the victim as so many people did. Her sister was young and, like most young people, she’d messed up. But she shouldn’t have to pay for her mistake by ruining her life.
Jacee’s cries grew louder. “I was having a little fun. I didn’t know anyone was watching, much less holding a camera on me. Then when Charlie brought his friends in…Damn it. I was so drunk I didn’t know what I was doing. Do you think I did this on purpose?”
Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.
Jacee tended to act first and think later. Weren’t most teens the same way? She knew she’d been just as impulsive at Jacee’s age. But she’d been lucky, too, when none of her rebellious, thoughtless actions had come back to bite her in the butt.
“No, of course not. Just try and calm down. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe. Haven’t I always?”
Wilburt jerked the phone from her. “Good girl, Jacee. You keep in touch, ya hear? Your big sis and I are going to talk some more. Bye, sweet cheeks.”
She clenched her fists and, for the first time in her life, found herself aching to strike out and hurt someone. “Okay. Tell me again. I want to make sure I understand. And keep your grubby paws off me.”
It wasn’t right to judge anyone by their appearance, but Wilburt looked like the sleezeball he was. He was balding with thinning brown hair on either side of his head. His beady eyes conveyed every seedy thought.
Slapping his hand away from her breast, she backed up, putting distance between them. Quitting, as she’d wanted to do from the first week she’d start working for Wilburt at Exposed e-zine, was no longer an option until she helped her sister. She’d fought him off every day she’d come to work and she’d keep fighting him off until she could leave.
“It’s very easy. I can’t get into the club. They’ll do a background check on me. Once they do, it’s over. But a pretty girl? I hear they love hiring girls like you. And if they run a check on you, no problem. You’ll come up squeaky clean.”
That had been a little over two weeks ago, but it seemed like a lifetime.
She peered at the pictures she’d taken and cringed. Photography of any kind, including cell phone pics, was strictly prohibited inside the club to protect the members’ privacy. At least once she’d sent them to her computer at Dorothy Powton’s bed and breakfast where she was staying, she could pixelate the faces and private parts. She refused to send them to Wilburt with everything exposed. He’d raise hell once he saw how she’d doctored the photos, but she’d just have to risk it. If the pictures along with the exposé article she was writing wasn’t good enough for him and if he threatened her sister again, then she’d backtrack and send him the original pictures. No matter how much she’d hate herself for it.
But if that’s what she’d have to do to save Jacee’s reputation and future, then that’s what she’d do. No one was more important than her just-turned eighteen-year-old sister.
If only she hadn’t taken the job in the first place. What had she been thinking? She’d known what Exposed was, but she’d been desperate. Straight out of college with a kid sister to support and jobs few and far between had left her with no real options. She could fling her naked body around a pole while men gawked at her or she could take the “journalist” position with Exposed. At the time, it had seemed like a no-brainer.
She gave a rueful chuckle. Not wanting to make money as a stripper had led her to where she was. A waitress at a BDSM club in the small town of Pleasure, Texas. Yeah, it figured. So far, all she’d had to do was wait tables. At first, she’d been shocked and even a little disgusted at the things the members and staff did, but over the past few days, she’d found that she’d grown to enjoy some of the “scenes.” And why shouldn’t she? There was nothing wrong with what they did. It was all—how’d they put it?—safe, sane and consensual.
Truth was, she’d enjoy joining in, especially if it meant rubbing her body against the two hottest cowboys she’d ever seen. Owen and Ryce Killian were beyond sinfully sexy. Both of them had thick chocolate-brown hair, with Ryce letting it grow long enough to curl around his ears while Owen liked to wear it in an unruly mess with errant spikes on his head. They didn’t have the usual boring brown eyes a lot of people did. Instead, their eyes were deep and soulful with a wicked glint of lust that made her wish they’d ask her to jump on top of the bar and spread her legs. They were a few years older than her twenty-two years, but seemed so much more mature than other men of the same age. Not that they didn’t have fun. Ryce had a quick grin and a cutting wit while Owen was quieter. Yet when he let loose, his booming laugh could be heard echoing throughout the club.
She sighed. If she wasn’t trapped into doing the awful undercover assignment, she’d have already made a move on them. Instead, she was forced to lie while trying not to get too close to anyone. One more week and she’d have everything she needed to keep Wilburt from blackmailing her sister.
Maybe if she’d been a better big sister, Jacee wouldn’t have ended up in the bus with the skuzzy rocker, drinking and popping pills with him and his friends. His band’s first song was moving up the charts fast, and although Jacee had only been seventeen at the time, the rocker believed in the old adage that any publicity was good. Even if it meant showing him smacking on jail bait.
She couldn’t blame her sister. She was seventeen, starved for love, and ready to see what life was all about. Then to have a real live rocker show her attention? Hell, what teenage girl wouldn’t have jumped at the chance?
Jewel had dragged Jacee out of the bus as soon as a friend had called to tell her where her sister was, but she hadn’t known the fucked-up singer was into videotaping his conquests to play back for his buddies. How Wilburt had found out and gotten the video was a question she might never get him to answer.
Her gut twisted. And there she was, doing the same fucked-up thing, taking pictures without people’s permission.
She sent the last photo to her computer, then shoved her phone behind one of the large jars of olives. She’d retrieve it once her shift was over, but it was safer there than lodged under the waistline of the tight, short skirt. Getting the pictures was the first thing she did once she arrived at work so she could get the phone tucked safely away before it slipped out from under the skirt and onto the floor of the club. Not only would they know she’d broken the club’s policy about carrying cell phones, but one look at the pictures mi
ght lead them to suspect that she was shooting them for publication. She’d not only get canned, thus ending her chances of completing her assignment, but she’d have to face the hard judgment of the Killian brothers. That would be almost as bad as having Wilburt put Jacee’s video out for every pervert in the world to enjoy.
Her gaze caught her reflection in the jars on the shelves. Guilt and shame filled her face, making her appear older. Closing her eyes, she told herself for the thousandth time that she had to do it to help Jacee, then opened her eyes and plastered on a fake smile.
Just one more week. That’s all I need.
She opened the door, then slipped out and closed the door as softly as she could behind her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned and ran straight into Paul Casing, co-owner of the club.
“Hey, Jewel.” His gaze darted to the door, then down to her empty hands.
She tried not to let her cringe show. Why hadn’t she grabbed something? “Oh, hi, Paul.” Trying to ease past him didn’t work.
“Did you need some supplies?” Again, he noted her empty hands. “Were we out?”
A quick attempt to think what supplies might be running low didn’t help. “Um, yeah. But it’s okay. I think we have enough to make it through the rest of the night.” Again, she tried to sidestep him, but he countered again.
“Okay, but what did you need? Maybe we have more up at the house.” Paul and Destin lived in the main house on Pleasure Ranch along with their permanent submissive, Georgia Fox. As far as Jewel could tell, they were happy and living out her own dream. She’d even heard Georgia talking about trying to get pregnant soon.
