WildOutlaws by Destiny Blaine Page A

that was often grounds for a cat fight.
    “Is she right?” Mary Margaret asked, her gaze dancing between the fellows. “Are you good men or are you bad boys waiting to take advantage of some innocent woman?”
    “You’re not exactly pure and untouched,” Creed said, stating a fact.
    “And that’s why we want you,” Buck added.
    “Ooh,” she drawled. “So he does speak.”
    David winked. “He speaks, fucks, laughs, fucks, and did I mention…”
    “I get the picture,” she interrupted him, redirecting her focus. She stared at Tuff. “So that’s what this is all about. You want a whore?”
    “We want a woman,” Tuff explained.
    Of course they wanted a whore. They were in a saloon for goodness sake. They didn’t come there for a virgin.
    “We want a teacher who will gladly show five men how to love a woman the way she wants to be loved. We don’t have time to court or choose a suitable person for marriage,” Tuff explained.
    “And you think I know what a lady suitable for marriage is looking for in a man?”
    “Well don’t you?” Tuff asked.
    “I should think not! I’ve been servicing married men since I was old enough to enter the profession. Obviously they don’t know what they want if they’re making a commitment to one woman then paying for time with me. If their women are in the dark about the gals they frequent on the side, they have no idea what they want in a husband either. They don’t even know the person they’ve married.”
    “That’s not entirely true. People change. Marriages fail. One person gives and another one takes. Anything can happen,” Tuff explained his views as if he were speaking from experience.
    “Sounds like you’ve been married before,” Mary Margaret said.
    “No,” Tuff bit out. “And if I didn’t want children, I wouldn’t consider the possibility now.”
    “I’m sure you’ll have a slew of possible candidates. With that attitude, women will stand in line to become your wife.”
    Tuff frowned, acting as if she’d stepped on a nerve. Then he said, “When have you ever had a woman come to you for advice?”
    “The few times I’ve been confronted by women courting or married to a customer, it hasn’t been pretty. They want to know what they did wrong—first mistake—then they want to know what I’m doing for their man that they can’t or don’t do. And there’s plenty if you wanna know the truth.”
    “I’m sure,” Creed said, studying her through dark black eyes.
    After thoughtful consideration, she added, “Only one woman ever came to me and asked for true advice. Her husband had been with every whore here and probably half the others in Cripple Creek. She was a smart cookie, that one. A year after we talked, she came back to thank me.”
    “What’d you say to her?” Buck asked.
    “The quiet one speaks again,” Mary Margaret teased, taking a deep breath. She smiled at Buck, thinking if she took this job, Buck would be the one to teach. She could mold a man like him into the perfect husband.
    “Well?” Buck asked, apparently a good listener, too.
    Oh yes, she and Buck would get along fine.
    “I told her not to accept all the blame for her failing marriage. I suggested she talk to her husband and learn how to become a good listener, too. And of course, I gave her some pointers in the bedroom. Her husband liked to spank me so I assumed he’d enjoy smacking her bottom as well. Basically, I told her what he liked and once she got over the initial shock of the things he required when he paid for sex, I believe she was willing to try it at home. Apparently, they did. Last time I saw them at The General Store, they couldn’t keep their hands off one another.”
    David smirked. “So you like spankings, do you?”
    She shrugged. “That’s the kind of thing a man must find out for himself.”
    Jared said, “You’ve made some good suggestions. You’re perfect for the job. We need you to teach us to become the kind of men who will