Masuk“Nope. It’s always been my private place. Well, as private as a public place can be.”“Did you ever come to any life-altering decisions while soaking in the scenery?”“Given that my workin’ life had been predetermined by bein’ born into a ranching family, I’ll say no.”“Are you ever resentful that path was expected for you? And then Chase got to go off and do his own thing?”The depth of the questions surprised him. Like she’d just been waiting for the chance to ask. “There are days, but I’ll admit those days are rare. I’ll also admit I’d probably feel differently about that life if I hadn’t found my place in the club. Besides I’ve always known my station in life regarding our section of the ranch.”She frowned. “I was under the impression the McKay Ranch was one entity.”“It is. But it’s complicated with the additions to the original ranch land. My Uncle Carson and his sons have been buying up land for the last fifteen years. So has my Uncle Cal.”“And your family hasn’t added on?”N
“Ben, it’s—”“It’s not okay. Christ, it’s far from okay. Just hear me out, all right? ’Cause I’m not used to…doin’ shit like this.” He exhaled a frustrated burst of air. “Not that I don’t f**k up from time to time, but I’ve never had to approach a sub and apologize for my inappropriate Dom behavior.”She said nothing.“What I did was out of line. I won’t make excuses. I won’t be the guy who apologizes, and tries to defend his actions after the apology.”“But?”“But nothin’.” Ben studied his drink. “I was wrong. I made the punishment about what I wanted, instead of makin’ it about what you needed. That goes against everything I am as a Dom and as a man. Jesus. I…” He looked into her eyes and felt his stomach bottom out. “Ainsley. I’m sorry.”“I know you are,” she said softly. “I knew it last night. But I appreciate you coming by and saying it and making sure I was all right.”“So are we okay?”“You mean am I willing to continue as we were? With me as your submissive for the next couple
“Not yet.”“But you do plan to, right?”Ben tossed the socket to the ground. “I guess.”“That oughta go over well, if you’re as forthcoming with her as you’ve been with me,” Quinn said dryly.“Asshole.”“Look, I’m just gonna toss this out there. We guys expect women to carry the emotional load in a relationship. I’ve figured out things go to hell when I’m not doin’ my part to tell Libby how I feel. Then she gets upset and won’t talk to me. It’s a damn vicious cycle and an easy one to get into.”Quinn had hit it dead on. Ben had been so adamant about Ainsley opening up, about sharing her feelings, both in and out of bed, that he’d neglected to share his own. He’d kept her at arm’s length emotionally, even while he demanded her absolute physical obedience.Not only did that make him a bad Dom; that made him a bad man.But he had no idea how to fix it. He sighed. “So got any advice, Q?”“There’s nothin’ a sincere apology can’t fix, especially if you just started seein’ her, especially if
This was what she’d feared Bennett would become. Unyielding. Aggressive and unwilling to provide her with any type of comfort or explanation as he took what he wanted. Reinforcing to her what it meant to be submissive. Reminding her who had the power and the control.The scenes had happened in such rapid succession, she had no idea how much time had passed when Bennett finally untied her.If she’d had the strength in her legs, she might’ve run.If she hadn’t been so confused by Bennett’s sudden change, becoming the caring Dom she recognized, she might’ve shaken off his loving touches. But he’d shown a Dom’s care. Massaging blood back into her limbs. Caressing the spots where the rope had abraded her skin. Running those rough hands over her body, not with punishment, but with reverence.Ainsley’s instinct was to give into the sleepiness. She didn’t want to ask him what she’d done to deserve that treatment. He was accustomed to her reluctance to discuss a scene immediately after it ende
“No. I’m good. Ainsley?”She shook her head.“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”Damn man, bossing her in public.As soon as Bennett left, Joely leaned across the table. “Bad poker face. You are totally banging him. The elusive, sexy Ben McKay is your local hook-up, isn’t he?”“What?”“Don’t deny it. Up top.” Joely held her hand up for a high-five. “Kudos to you for getting some of that hot cowboy ass while the getting is good.”Ainsley slapped Joely’s hand. “This is so far under the radar it’s underground.”“No worries. I live my life under the radar.” She slipped out of the booth. “Thanks for an entertaining evening. I hope we can do it again soon.”She said, “Me too,” and meant it.“I’ve got your number, you’ve got mine. Let’s set up something fun once the bank business is out of the way.”“Deal.”Ainsley waited for Ben to return, feeling resentful about his command. In public. Then she thought, screw it, and started to leave.But he blocked her in. “I wondered how long you’d
“I haven’t had much time to meet many people or soak in the local color.”She popped to her feet. “You have to eat, right? I’ll take you to a local favorite hot spot where we can chow down a juicy hamburger, split a plate of onion rings and sip a martini.”“A martini? In Sundance?”She smirked. “Lettie at the Golden Boot makes a mean lemon drop.”“I’m in. Let me grab my coat and tell my vice president to close up. I’ll meet you there.”It wasn’t like she had plans tonight anyway. Ben acted shocked that she’d gotten a little huffy with him. Probably not smart to compare herself to an old saddle—broken in and ready to be used when he wanted it, out of sight and out of mind when he didn’t.There’s gonna be hell to pay for that crack, sub.Ainsley whirled around like Bennett had whispered that in her ear. But she only saw Turton giving her the stink eye. She had to find a way to deal with that prickly man, but not tonight.Ten minutes later, Ainsley slid into the booth across from her new
“Oh, Jess.”“So I’m in a different situation. It’s complicated enough between me and Brandt without adding him—” she pointed at Landon, “—into the mix.”“Maybe Landon’s the glue that will allow you and Brandt to be together.”Or maybe he’s the wedge that will drive us apart.“Look, it’s no secret that y
“Yes.” She paused and counted. “Oh. My. God. It’s…March!”“Which means, in my estimation, that you are eight weeks pregnant.”Holy hell. She’d probably gotten pregnant the very first time they’d had sex. Ginger’s thoughts bounced like a million rubber balls. Her tears fell—part frustration, part relie
Although the air was humid in the enclosed space, Keely shivered. Her nipples puckered and her skin broke out in gooseflesh.Jack stood with his back to the water spray. His teasing smile was gone and pure male heat smoldered in his eyes. “You want to be wet for this?”Lord. She was already wet from t
If Ginger was surprised by how quickly she acquiesced, she was even more surprised by Kane’s thoroughness. His gentleness.He rinsed her hair. Her face. Her eyes.“I can take it from here,” she said curtly.“Like hell. I’m gonna help you to your feet whether you like it or not.” He wrapped his arms aro







