Lassoed By A Dom by Desiree Holt Page A

was ready for you.”
    “Not a problem.”
    Clint checked his watch. “I’ll have a room ready in just a few minutes if you happen to find a playmate.”
    “I’ll get a cold drink while I’m waiting and scope out the lounge.”
    The main room was fairly large, couches and chairs arranged for both conversation and mild play activities. As he glanced over the crowd, he spotted someone waving at him. Liz Wright, sitting on a curved demi-sofa with Alex. There was another person with them, a woman, with lustrous brown hair and—
    Wait! Holy shit! He swore his heart came to a complete stop in his chest. Was that Trish Barton?
    He tried to move forward, but his feet seemed rooted to the floor and every bit of breath was trapped in his lungs. Was he dreaming? Fantasizing?
    “Hey, Jake?” He felt a hand touch his elbow, and Clint Chavez’s low voice pierced his fog. “I think the Wrights are trying to get your attention? Something wrong?”
    “Uh, no. Nothing at all.” In fact, maybe something was right. “Just startled for a minute.”
    “Okay. Just checking.”
    Jake moved forward as if walking through water, his step sluggish, until he reached the place where Alex and Liz were sitting.
    And Trish.
    She looked up as he stopped in front of them, and he wondered if the shock on her face was mirrored on his own. Especially when he saw the outfit she was wearing—a short leather skirt with matching halter and strappy shoes with needle heels. An outfit much like many subs wore. He knew he should say something, but he just couldn’t seem to make his mouth work.
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    I’m dreaming, that’s the only explanation for this.
    Trish couldn’t drag her eyes away from the man standing in front of her. Was she really looking at Jake Keenan? Here? At Rawhide? And carrying what she knew to be a gear bag many Doms brought with them? She blinked, wondering if he’d disappear, but no, there he was. And in a long sleeved black collared shirt and soft leather pants that outlined his very enflamed cock. At once her nipples peaked and tingled, and the crotch of her thong was soaked with her juices.
    Jake’s nostrils flared, as if he could smell the suddenly rich perfume of her musk.
    “Well.” One corner of his mouth kicked up in a hungry grin. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
    Trish finally unstuck her tongue from the roof of her mouth. “For me, too. Do you play here a lot?”
    “I’m a gold card member.”
    Her eyes widened. Gold Card members were considered the elite of the membership. A private room was always made available for them, and whatever they wanted the club made sure they had.
    “Wow.” She slid her tongue over her lower lip.
    “Well.” Jake’s eyes raked over her. “Too bad you didn’t tell me last night.”
    “I could say the same. Although I’d hardly say the evening was wasted.” She turned to look at Liz who was watching the exchange with obvious amusement. “And you, my friend, you never mentioned a word when we had lunch today. Did you know Jake would be here tonight?”
    Liz shook her head. “No, but I hoped. I didn’t say anything just in case.”
    Trish heard Alex chuckle.
    “My wife has a devious mind. I may have to punish her for this.” He stroked her arm.
    “If you believe it’s necessary, Sir.” Liz shifted slightly.
    “And you?” Jake’s smoky voice sent heat coursing through Trish’s body. “Should you be punished for withholding this information from me?”
    “Perhaps. If it pleases you.” How easily she had slipped into sub mode with him. She shivered with anticipation.
    “Oh, I think it more than pleases me. Did you drive by yourself?”
    “No.” She nodded at the Wrights. “I came with Alex and Liz.”
    “They won’t need to wait for you. I’ll be taking you home.”
    “But—”
    “Arguing with your Master?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
    She lowered her gaze. “No, Sir. Thank you for offering to take me home.”
    “Clint just signaled that