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  “Hard and nasty, kinky, however you want me,” she murmured. “I’ll be content and come.”

  They wanted the same thing, of that there was no doubt, and she breathed her confirmation. The only way she knew he paid attention to her was a slight nod before he carefully untangled her from around his body.

  “I’m waiting for you to come to me, bare of all trappings and ready for anything to happen.” Jon walked out of the barn and left her with her jeans unzipped and needs unsatisfied.

  It took a few minutes to realize she was the center of everyone’s attention. Matt, Ted, and Saki all watched to see what she’d do next. She wanted to run after him, but wasn’t sure she could ask for what he offered. Damaged and drained, Molly needed to think about the step she wanted to take. There were no assurances offered by Jon—only sex, and she wasn’t sure that was enough. She wasn’t sure because her heart was already involved.

  Could she survive it being broken again?

  Blushing, she zipped up her pants and considered getting back to work, although she knew she’d get nothing done.

  She tried to say something to the trio silently watching her, but could think of nothing. There was nothing except need, a want for Jon, and his touch holding her captive. With a shrug of her shoulders as a pseudo apology, she turned and walked out of the barn. She planned to go home and take a cold shower while she considered his offer.

  Could she be naked in front of him? Only two people had seen her tattoo: the artist who’d inked her and Saki.

  CHAPTER TWO

  As Molly walked quickly along the dirt path toward the house where she and Saki were staying, she wasn’t sure what should shock her more. The fact he’d had his hand in her pants, fingering her to seconds from climaxing in front of their friends, or that she hadn’t cared about anything other than coming from his touch.

  She wanted to give herself a firm talking to, kick herself in the backside for her stupidity, but couldn’t. There was no doubt in her mind she’d do it all over again if it meant she was with Jon.

  Blowing out air with self-disgust, she opened the front door and threw herself on the couch. Arms on knees, hands covering her face, heat radiated off her in waves. She was embarrassed, but figured the heat came more from being immensely turned on.

  Jon did things to her. Made her think with her body first and brain second. Falling back, she dropped an arm over her eyes and sighed. Who was she kidding? She would do everything possible to have the man. She just needed the gumption to do it.

  The task ahead of her would be difficult, but not impossible.

  As she sat there thinking, Saki came in and sat beside her. Silence hung between them until her friend eventually spoke.

  “What happened in the barn was hot to watch. You two have something serious going on. The sparks and zings bouncing between you were crazy.”

  “Or something,” Molly laughed, even though she hadn’t found the humor in the situation yet. Maybe she would at some point in the future—years, no, decades into the future. She never believed she’d forget her surroundings to such an extent as to almost have sex with people watching.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. Earlier today I was riding the fences, checking the outer huts, and I ended up in Ted’s lap, climaxing as his mobile went off. The vibrate ringer was on. Could’ve been a mortifying scenario, but we took it for what it was—a beautiful moment between us.”

  Her best friend pulled Molly’s arm from covering her eyes and gave her a hug. It was exactly what she needed. The support and understanding from someone she hoped respected her. It was a priceless move. Tears clouded her eyes, but didn’t spill. With a few deep breaths, she laughed for real.

  “It was an incredibly powerful moment. I honestly didn’t know he wanted me with such fire and intensity. I knew he liked me, but he’d only ever held my hand and given me a quick kiss here and there. I’m bloody confused.” She was done dwelling on the scene and how it happened. It was time to focus on where to go from this point on.

  “After you left, the guys were saying it was about time he let you know how he felt. Apparently he isn’t as much the strong, silent type as he is the strong and let’s get it on type. Sunny told me at our first meeting he ended each day with the woman of his choice.”

  “His choice? Dang, what is he, a Lothario?” Molly wasn’t connecting the guy she knew with one who bounced from bed to bed.

  “No, but apparently he is the local catch. There aren’t a lot of guys around, and the single women for miles will do whatever it takes to catch him. He’s a nice man, would do anything to help a friend or stranger, and is sexy as well. The man is quite a combination and like candy for the ladies.”

  Molly listened to what her friend was saying, but wondered if she was aware of the kinky side to the man. Of course Saki was well aware of the Wilson brothers’ preferences when it came to sex, and they were a happy trio. Bondage and some domination interested her. However, she wasn’t sure where Jon stood in regards to sex or what Saki knew that he wanted.

  There was experimentation and then there were preferences. He’d mentioned tying her up, but was he talking bondage or kinky fun?

  “Do you want some water?” Saki asked.

  “Yes, thank you. It was hot work until we turned on the new system in the office.”

  The other woman continued talking about their project as she went into the kitchen to get them glasses of water. Once she came back, Molly was ready to ask her friend a few questions.

  “I don’t want you to betray any confidences or anything, but I was wondering if the guys have mentioned Jon and if he’s, well, kinky like them?” There, the first and most important question was out and she looked to her friend for an answer.

  “Why do you ask?” Saki looked a little surprised by her query.

  “It’s something he said to me before he left,” she said and hoped it would be enough. She’d never kept secrets from the other woman and wasn’t sure why she hesitated to say more.

  “Well, from what I understand, yes, he’s a kinky cowboy like the rest of the group. When they were younger there weren’t many girls around and, with the women’s approval, they shared. From there they experimented, and shortly after a club started where they could practice BDSM under the guidance of more knowledgeable people. It’s something they, Jon, Sunny and Court, and a few others all enjoy.”

  “Oh,” was all Molly could say. There was a great deal more going through her head. She was intrigued by his being into bondage, maybe even domination. Sadism and masochism held no interest for her, but she could be willing to try submission. Shoot, she already wanted to submit herself to him, do whatever he asked. What was different?

  Fine, she knew intellectually it would be different and she was excited to see what developed. She was interested in him and all the complications it entailed, and not what their scenario offered.

  “Have I surprised you?” Saki asked with a worried note in her voice.

  “Kind of, but not really. He said something about tying me to a pole before he took me, which I took as a hint he was into the bondage thing. I wanted to know as it might play a part in whether we get together or not.” There, she’d said it out loud. She was considering going to him in the way he wanted.

  “You’re not turned off by his kinky side, are you? Because I think if it came down to his having you or the bondage stuff, he’d choose you in a heartbeat. From the way the guys talk, he is as good as caught by you.”

  “Seriously?” She was surprised by the claim. It was big for him to deny a part of his sexual preferences in order to have something with her, and she knew she wouldn’t make him choose.

  “Yes! Jon sits at your side and doesn’t look away. They aren’t calling it a crush or infatuation, but love, and apparently he’s never fallen before.” Saki finished her water and went to put her glass in the kitchen. She came back in and asked the one question Molly had been mulling over in her head.

  “Do you know if you’re
open to having a relationship with Jon, BDSM or not?”

  “A bit intrigued, no, interested. Very interested, especially as you aren’t scared by what is involved, so why should I be? As for a relationship, absolutely! Even if we never had sex, which obviously wouldn’t happen, but even if we didn’t, I’m attracted to him and his brain. The sex is like the cherry on top of a pile of whipped cream.” They laughed at the analogy, but it was her truth. She liked the quiet Jon and wanted to spend more time with him. The sexy Jon, the one who wanted to tie her up and take her, also seemed breathtaking.

  The weird thing for her was how she needed him, which surprised her. She hadn’t needed anything for a long time, only need and want were exactly the emotions the hunky cowboy inspired in her. All he had to do was look at her with those long-lashed chocolate brown eyes and lush lips, and she melted.

  The more she considered having sex with him, the more she realized her first affair had been child’s play.

  Her first and only intimate partner had been her coach. She spent too much time with him and had believed the world rested on him. He could do no wrong and she eventually grew into an adult who wasn’t looking for someone to worship. No longer was he interested in the twenty-year-old, not when there were other sixteen-year-olds panting after him and doing anything to get his attention. Unfortunately, he had decided during the Olympics to actively look for someone new, and she was devastated.

  Molly wouldn’t blame losing the gold on him and his actions, or even her parents’ lack of support. However, the emotional mess during an important mental and physical challenge meant she learned a big lesson. Don’t trust anyone else to be there for her, the final outcome was all in her hands.

  That was it! Jon had put the decision in her hands and it was up to her to take what she wanted or not. She definitely wanted the man, but she had to figure out if there was something more she wanted besides sex.

  Easy, she wanted to have all of him. Heart and mind were what she was after, not merely the body, although his deliciously hot form would be a welcome addition. Once she knew what she wanted, there was only one question to answer. How did she get everything on her list?

  “Saki? How do I get him? Not for a night or two of sex, but all of him. I know you say he wants me, maybe even loves me, but I’m not sure. He doesn’t know me, at least not all of me. Tell me, how do I capture his attention and woo him?” There, progress was being made to achieve her goal of having him at her side.

  “Do you love him?” Her friend asked as she sat back on the couch.

  “It’s been a long time since I had a man in my life, loved someone, and I am not as confident about my feelings. I’m starting to, and everything I hear about him pulls me closer to feeling more for him than I had.” She’d locked herself away for long enough. It was time to move on with life and open her heart again.

  “In my opinion, you’ve spent time with him and know him well, but on a friendly level. Maybe you need to get physical. You said it’s been a long time since you’ve been with a man. I think you have a lot of pent up passion and it needs to be released in order to know for sure. Play around, get kinky or not, but experience being with him in a different way. See if the intimacy makes the answer more obvious.”

  “I can manage getting close to him, no problem. What I need to know is how do I seduce him?” She hadn’t ever had to work for a man before. Her coach had been attracted to her and, when she finally realized it, she had been ready to jump in with both feet.

  “You know what I’m going to say. Put the red makeup on your nipples. Give him a hint it’s there, maybe give him a look, and I guarantee he’ll take you. No question about it.” Saki had worn the makeup with Matt, and Molly knew how well it had worked on him.

  “Do you have any?”

  “I sure do, even brought extra pots with me from Japan. You can have one. Go braless tonight and wear your sheer white blouse, then he can get a hint of the bright red whenever he checks out your breasts. He won’t be able to not look. Once he gets an eyeful of the red, I don’t doubt his eyes will remain glued to them.”

  “You’re a wicked woman, Sakura Nakamura,” she laughed as they headed to her friend’s room.

  “I’m learning and more than willing to share the information.”

  “Keep talking, I need to know as much as possible if I’m going after this man. Jon oozes sex appeal, and sounds like he knows all the tricks, and I must play the game right in order to catch the guy.” Molly had rarely failed, and she was going to do whatever it took to get her man and hopefully have a few orgasms along the way.

  No river flowed near the ranch, but that hadn’t stopped Jon from finding a way to enjoy water while outside. He’d built a private sanctuary behind a high wall on the edge of his land. The only structures were a shower stall built of stone with a path to a teepee surrounded by tall grass and trees. No one could chance upon the space and he let his hair down, literally, whenever he was there.

  Pulling off his hat, he walked into the teepee and looked around, taking in what could be seen and what he knew was there. Finally he understood why it had been important for him to finish building it. The inside wasn’t particularly large, but he could stand up and walk around the center pole for a few feet before his head touched the walls.

  The teepee housed a leather-covered spanking horse and a swing with its own stand tucked under the slant of the walls. He could access a low to the ground bondage frame by crawling or sitting on his knees. Behind the center pole, facing away from the entrance stood a small chest of drawers. Sitting on top were folded blankets, rather innocuous, but inside were leather straps, whips, and many more toys. Everything rested on the fabric-covered floor. His next project involved finding a rug.

  Hopes of Molly coming to play with him filled the structure.

  Until today, he’d only ever dreamed about tying her up and taking her until she cried out his name. After their kiss in the barn, he had more reason to think it was actually possible she’d visit.

  At some point, before he lost the plot and dipped his hand in her pants, he realized she was, if anything, a secret submissive. She’d been open to his kiss and focused on pleasing him. When her legs couldn’t open wide enough and she’d tried to climb him, he’d accepted the step she’d taken. Right then, he knew she was meant to be with him, and knew her being a sub to his dominant was possible. At least, he hoped so, but he’d possess her in whatever way she came.

  Reaching down to grab hold of his hard cock, he gave a squeeze and smiled.

  “All she has to do is ask,” he muttered and walked out to the shower. Setting his hat on a nearby bench, he pulled off his boots and socks, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. With purpose, he walked under the head and turned on the water.

  It was cold, but refreshing. He’d picked the veggies they needed for dinner and he wanted to clean off before getting dressed. There was no rush until he needed to head up to Matt and Ted’s house. He’d take the veggies, cleaned and prepped for grilling, then he’d have plenty of time to stop by the cottage and collect Molly and Saki.

  Soap he bought from a local lady who made her own rested on a rock set off to the side. He liked how she had bars available made of sage and juniper, and not only pretty flowers. There was no need for him to go around smelling like a bouquet.

  Once he was clean, Jon looked down at the rock hard erection he still sported. The only relief around, besides her, was his hand. He’d handled things that way since she’d arrived, once more was no big deal. Hopefully it was the last time.

  Heavily lathering his hands, he set the soap back down and turned around while remaining under the rain-like shower head. Facing the teepee, he imagined Molly walking naked into the structure with her arms secured behind her back. He adored her breasts and would keep her in whatever position they’d sit pushed out and his for the taking.

  When they weren’t bouncing freely, he wanted to clamp the tips and leave trapped bits of flesh for him to l
ick, bite, and tease with his fingers. Maybe he’d use his new nipple cylinders. Admittedly he’d bought them with her in mind. The device would make her nipples stand out even further. Turn redder, yes, but it was the standing out that had him stroking his rod a little quicker.

  Images of her sliding on and off his cock while tied to the swing, secured to the horse with her ass in the air and strapped to the frame, flicked across his mind like a movie. No matter how he had her, he’d happily fuck her as she screamed her passion.

  There were two won’t do’s on his personal list, however, and they were set in stone. He’d never cover her eyes because he wanted to see the blue as he took her. He wanted to watch the pleasure bleed into them and their focus to be on him and them. Her mouth would also remain uncovered. She possessed delightful lips and he wanted to dip his fingers between them for her to suck, or thrust his cock in and out of them.

  He most wanted to hear her call him by name while his hands, mouth, or cock gave her pleasure.

  Fast and furiously, he pumped his rod as he looked at his teepee. Nothing but pleasure would happen within its canvas walls, whether she was bound or not. The structure was originally built to honor his heritage as a place for him to exist tranquilly. He wasn’t a full blown Crow, but a mix of various tribes and some white blood here and there. Jon did things his way. Some, he believed, came from his heritage and others were all him.

  Peace and pleasure were two things he wanted in life, and to have them however possible made him happy. Pleasure hadn’t played a major role for him until Molly entered his world. Now he needed to express his unique desire however, wherever, and with whomever he wanted. He chose an English flower.

  Stroking himself made a loud slick slapping sound because he was wet, and it pleased him to hear. Sex and the enjoyment of it was nothing to hide from. Actually, it was something to revere, honor, and he planned on doing that with Molly at his side.