Finding Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Pleasure, Texas 5

  Finding Her Cowboy Doms

  Molly Miller and her sister drop out of college, intent on landing jobs as waitresses and submissives at the BDSM club at Pleasure Ranch. If they’re lucky, they’ll also find a couple of Doms to call their own. They didn’t, however, count on finding the club torched and closed for business.

  Ranchers Caleb and Derrick Houston don’t need any help on their ranch. But when Caleb overhears Molly saying she and her sister are flat broke, he hires them, knowing darn well they don’t know anything about ranching. He’s sure he’s found the perfect sub. All they have to do is teach her how to submit.

  Molly’s determined to show the men what she can do, both as a ranch hand and as a submissive. But can she handle it when they start to whip her into shape?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 37,101 words

  FINDING HER COWBOY DOMS

  Pleasure, Texas 5

  Jane Jamison

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  FINDING HER COWBOY DOMS

  Copyright © 2014 by Jane Jamison

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  I hope you enjoy reading Finding Her Cowboy Doms. I loved writing about Molly and her sister Jilly. Be sure to check out Jilly’s story in Taking Her Cowboy Doms.

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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

  About the Author

  FINDING HER COWBOY DOMS

  Pleasure, Texas 5

  JANE JAMISON

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  “Oh, no.” Molly Miller couldn’t help but gape at the burned building. “This can’t be real.”

  Her younger sister, Jilly, crossed her arms and put on a huge pout. “Didn’t you check the place out first?”

  “Sure, I did.” Although she hadn’t checked it out again before taking off from college along with her sister and heading to Pleasure, Texas. “This looks like it just happened.”

  “Yeah, it did.”

  She jumped, then turned around to find a very handsome man with intense green eyes giving them a good once-over. “I’m sorry?”

  His smile eased the hardness of his features. “Naw, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He pointed at The Club at Pleasure Ranch. Or at least what was left of it. “We had a fire about a week ago. Thankfully, no one was hurt—at least not in the fire—but it destroyed about a third of the building, mostly the private rooms and the supply room, before we got the fire put out.”

  “So the club is closed?”

  “Yeah. It is.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Paul Casing, one of the owners.”

  Going on auto-response, she shook his hand, but barely registered the feel of his skin against her palm. She just couldn’t seem to get it straight in her head. After spending months talking about leaving college and getting a job at The Club at Pleasure Ranch, the place had burned down. Maybe not all the way, but enough to dash her dream. A dream she’d had ever since she’d first heard about the BDSM club in the small Texas town. The club’s name had started making the route of those who enjoyed the lifestyle and was popping up on social media sites.

  “Great. Just great.”

  Jilly wasn’t one to take bad news well. Usually Molly could handle her little sis’s sometimes irritable nature, but not now. Not when she felt like crying.

  “Knock it off, Jilly.” She didn’t have to look at her sister to know she’d just gotten the evil eye.

  Not only had she finally gotten enough nerve to leave college against their parents’ express wishes, she’d ended up letting Jilly drop out, too. Their parents were good, honest, upstanding people who had always assumed that their two girls would go to college, get a degree that would help them land a good job, then get married. None of which appealed to either of them.

  Of course, when Jilly had dropped out a week after she had, her parents had gone ballistic. Over-the-moon and out-of-the-galaxy kind of angry. She’d endured the yelling and the guilt trips they’d put on her, and had stood her ground. Not everyone was cut out for college or wanted to attend. She’d told them how she felt, then loaded up her car with her sister joining her on the adventure. They’d headed south from Ohio to the Lone Star State and had just crossed the Oklahoma-Texas border when they’d f
ound out that their parents, usually so supportive of everything they did, had just cut them off. No money, no well-wishes, nothing. But she didn’t care. She’d finally made it to the part of the country she’d always wanted to live in. Where cowboys ruled and men weren’t more concerned with their hairstyle than they were with making a girl feel like a woman.

  Still, she hadn’t planned on being flat broke once she was there.

  “And you two are…”

  “Oh.” She forced her numb mind to think. “I’m Molly Miller and this is my sister Jilly.”

  “Good to meet you.” He didn’t seem to mind when Jilly didn’t shake his hand. Maybe he had a younger sister, too. “We are going to rebuild and do some remodeling while we’re at it.”

  The bright spark of hope caught on. “Oh, wow. I’m so relieved. I mean, we came all the way from Ohio.”

  His gaze jumped from her to Jilly and back. “You heard about the club all the way up in Ohio.”

  “We sure did. All my Face Page friends talk about it,” offered Jilly.

  Aw, hell. He probably thinks we’re just kids.

  “They have, huh? Have any of them visited the club?”

  “No. We’ll be the first ones.”

  She had to take control. Jilly was only making things worse. “We didn’t come just to visit and have fun. We came to get jobs here.”

  Maybe if she knew him better, she could read him better. As it was, a blink was his only response. Until, of course, he latched onto the fact that they were younger than he was. With Jilly’s round face, she could’ve passed for a teenager.

  “Jobs? Here?”

  That didn’t sound promising. “Yes. As waitresses.” She glanced at her sister and wondered as she had so many times before if she should’ve left her at home. After all, Jilly had just turned twenty-one. But now that they were into the conversation, she might as well jump in all the way. “And then as submissives.”

  Now she saw a very recognizable reaction. She’d definitely surprised him.

  “How old are you two?” He gave her a suspicious look.

  “I’m twenty-three and Jilly’s two years younger.”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s old enough, isn’t it?” asked Jilly.

  “You sure don’t look twenty-one.”

  “But I am.”

  “Until we get down to hiring, I’ll take your word for it.” He nodded, bringing their attention back to the charred building. “But as you can see, I’m not hiring right now. And once we’re open again, I’ll only have one job available.”

  Damn. Jilly wouldn’t like it, but it was her idea, after all. “But once you open back up, you’ll still need to fill that position, right?”

  “Hey! Way to throw me under the bus.”

  She ignored Jilly, concentrating all her effort on convincing him to give her a chance. “Not only do I want to work here, I also want to learn how to be a good submissive. Hell, a great one.”

  He checked her out and she was glad she’d worn short shorts with a halter top. She’d read somewhere that the waitresses wore halter tops and skirts without any panties. Driving around in her old car didn’t seem like the best place to go without at least a thong on, so she’d opted for the shorts. Besides, they showed her butt cheeks to perfection.

  “I’m sure you would, but like I said I don’t have any need for you right now.”

  “Then I’m fucked.” She got another reaction. Sometimes her mouth was way ahead of her brain. It had gotten her into trouble often enough. “We’re flat broke.”

  “I see. That is a problem. There aren’t many jobs in a small town like Pleasure.”

  “This is so not good.” Jilly moaned. “What are we going to do?”

  “Maybe you should give your parents or a friend a call?”

  She wasn’t sure how she kept a smile on her face. Just because she looked young didn’t mean everyone had to treat her that way. She was a grown-ass woman and out to prove it. “Not a chance. We’re not on the best of terms right now.”

  “Got it.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. “Look, since you came all the way down here, how about I float you a loan for enough cash to get you back home? No rush on repaying me, either.”

  Should she be insulted or grateful? She went with both. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

  “Molly, maybe we should—”

  “No, Jilly.” She wasn’t about to take handouts. Besides, she didn’t want to give up hope that she’d get a job at the club. “We can hang on until you reopen. It won’t be much longer, will it?”

  He tried not to let his amusement show, but she caught it anyway. “It’s going to be several weeks. Like I said, we decided that since we have to rebuild, we might as well make the changes we’ve wanted to do for a while now. Including expanding the club since we keep getting more and more folks visiting from outside Texas.”

  Weeks? What was she supposed to do until then? Go home and beg their parents to take them in? Go back to college? She shook her head as much in denial of those options as to let him know she wasn’t giving up.

  “We’ll wait. By then, you’ll see how much this means to us and you’ll hire us both.”

  He laughed, but it wasn’t like he was laughing at her. “I like your spunk. Tell you what. If you can hang on until the place is ready to go, then, I’ll hold off on hiring anyone until we talk again. I’m not promising you the job”—he glanced at Jilly—“or jobs, but you’ll be the first I consider. How’s that?”

  She was the one who stuck out her hand now. “Deal. You just consider those jobs filled.”

  He hesitated, but finally shook on it. “Like I said, I’m not promising.”

  If her smile didn’t say it, her words did. “Yeah, I know.”

  He’ll hire us. No doubt about it.

  “Now that that’s taken care of, do you know someone who might hire us? We’ll do anything we have to.”

  “Anything?”

  The man striding toward them couldn’t have been much older than her, but the way he moved said he was confident and able to take charge. It wasn’t the cocky kind of walk a lot of guys at college had, but one coming from deep inside him. He probably wasn’t even aware of it because it had been part of him for most, if not all, of his life.

  Now that’s a man. A real Texas man.

  She could already see that he was tall. He ate up the distance between them. His body was toned, hard like rocks stacked on top of other rocks. The denim shirt he wore was loose, but it couldn’t hide the muscles underneath it. Blue jeans, worn in spots and frayed in others, covered the long legs from the narrow waist sporting the leather belt and silver buckle down to the scuffed camel-colored boots. His dusty black hat was pulled low on his forehead, but when she slid her gaze up, his chocolate-brown eyes dragged her in and made her forget where she was. But she’d never forget him.

  He came to a stop right in front of her, so close she could see individual hairs of the stubble on his chin. His smile brought out a set of dimples any girl would love to have. But they were as masculine as the testosterone she could almost see dripping off him.

  He took in Jilly, taking a little too long to look her over, before renewing his smile. “Name’s Caleb Houston. So did I hear you right? You’ll do anything for a job?”

  If he hadn’t said it with a sly hint to his tone, she wouldn’t have caught the innuendo. “Okay, you know what I mean. If I wanted to work the streets, or the ranch, or whatever, I wouldn’t need a cowboy pimp to do it.”

  Paul chuckled, then bowed out. “Caleb, this is Molly and Jilly Miller. Ladies, let me know if you decide to take me up on that offer to get you back home.” He tipped his hat. “I’ve got things I need to look after. Good to meet you.”

  “It was nice meeting you, too.” The question of whether she should trust Caleb Houston was on her lips but she held it back. She’d always considered herself a decent judge of character, so why would judging him be any diff
erent? A good dose of skepticism along with her gut had always served her well.

  “You know I didn’t mean that.” His dimples teased her to touch them. “But it is kind of interesting that you came up with that idea.”

  So he’s got a brain, too, and not just good looks. Still, he can’t be perfect. No one, especially someone who looks like him, can be perfect.

  “I was just heading you off before you went down that road.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and inwardly cringed. Would he think she was flirting with him? Was she subconsciously flirting? After all, he was a great-looking guy.

  “Yeah. Good call.”

  At least he admitted it.

  “So what did you really mean?”

  “Yeah.” Jilly inched closer, shooting him looks no one could misinterpret.

  “My brother and I just bought a ranch and we’re a little shorthanded. We could use the extra help. If you’re up to it.”

  Working on a ranch was way out of her league. The closest she’d ever come to riding a horse was at the county fair when she was ten years old. But he hadn’t asked if she was experienced, so she wasn’t about to tell him. “Sure. Why not? We’re stronger than we look.”

  “See?” Jilly made a muscle, flirting even more. “Want to feel me up?”

  OMG. Why not just tell him you’ll do a booty call?

  She’d keep her smile plastered on her face, no matter what her sister said. After all these years, she should be used to Jilly saying off-the-wall kinds of things.

  “Sure. Don’t mind if I do.” He squeezed Jilly’s not-so-big muscle. “Pretty good. After a few weeks on the ranch, you’ll be even more toned.”