Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

Oh, this is going to be too easy!

* * * *

Janie had just said good-bye to the elementary students when someone said, “Excuse me, ma’am.” Turning at the sound, she was stopped in her tracks by a large wall, a very tall wall, which had her craning her neck. Taking a step back, Janie was speechless.

The man had to be at least six foot five, maybe more. He was wearing a blue T-shirt that barely fit the bulging muscles of his chest and ripped stomach. His waist was encased in a pair of tight-fitting dark-denim jeans that displayed firm thighs, long legs, and one extremely endowed bulge that held her attention.

Oh my!

Trying to focus on something other than his crotch, she managed to look upward, and found him smiling at her. Embarrassed, Janie cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “Yes. How can I help you?” she whispered.

“Well, that depends.” He smiled again, and Janie saw the merriment in his glorious caramel eyes. Like liquid amber, those eyes did something funny inside of her. She felt a heat begin to pool between her legs and quickly stood straight.

“Excuse me?” Janie replied, totally lost and confused.

“It depends on you.”

“On me?” Janie said, puzzled.

“Yep. See, I am a rancher, and I live about twenty minutes from town on the JC. Well, I have this room, kinda like a library that has been neglected lately. Well, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me get the room back in working order.”

“The JC?”

“It’s my ranch.”

“Oh,” she replied, still confused.

“Can you help me?”

“Help you?” Janie responded in a daze. She could not concentrate with him so close. She was even finding it had to articulate anything but one- to two-word sentences. The man smelled delicious, and the longer he stood close to her, the more she was getting drunk on him. He was intoxicating.

“Yes. Help me with my room.”

Trying to shake some sense into her brain, Janie closed her eyes and took another deep breath, when reality clicked as she understood what he was wanting. “You have a library, and you want me to catalog it?”

“Sort of, but it’s not just a library, it’s more of a—well, it’s what I call the gym,” Caleb said mysteriously.

“A gym?”

“Not a real gym. A place where I can test my mental and physical boundaries, to relax, to find—oh what’s that word?”

“Pleasure?”

“Yes! That’s it. I find pleasure in that room.” Caleb smiled devilishly. “Never thought of it that way, but you’re right. I do get a lot of pleasure out of that room,” he said, rubbing his chin.

“I don’t know. I stay pretty busy with this library. I suppose I can find some time Sunday. I have to run to the grocery in the morning, but after I guess I am free. Just how many books are in your library?”

“Oh, not many. It’s just not books. I also have bits and pieces of things, items that need some attention.”

“You have collectables?” Janie asked, her interest piqued.

“I guess you could call them collectables. Never thought of them that way, considering I still use some of them from time to time, but yeah, I have collectables.”

“Okay. I’ll do it,” Janie said, almost giddy at the thought of getting her hands on a first-edition book, something of value and of great importance in the literary field. Her mind began to reel at the possibilities. “Um, I don’t own a car. Would you be willing to pick me up?”

“You don’t own a car. How do you get around?” he asked, bewildered.

“I walk.”

“But the winters, the snow alone must make it uncomfortable. It must be hard on you.”

“The snow doesn’t bother me,” Janie offered, and then, diverting the conversation back to the task at hand, she said, “Can you pick me up at Macie’s Diner? I can be there at one.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. See you Sunday then,” he replied and then quietly turned to leave.

Janie watched this tall, virile man leave, as those snug denim jeans showcased the firmest ass she had ever seen. It wasn’t until after he walked out the door that she realized she had forgotten to get his name.

Jeff was exhausted. After doing his chores and those of his brother so he could run into town to get the feed, he was beat!

Looking at the clock, he realized that Caleb should have been back from town over an hour ago. “Shit, Caleb, how long does it take?” he murmured to himself. He was going to pummel that fucker. He just knew Caleb was in town fucking off.

After removing his boots, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Searching the fridge, he noticed the leftovers from last night’s dinner.

The homemade lasagna with fresh Caesar salad and garlic bread, Tuesday’s meal was so far, hands down, the best yet. Though, thinking back, Monday’s meal of honey-roasted pork loin, asparagus, and dirty rice wasn’t bad either.

Grabbing the lasagna, Jeff helped himself to a generous portion, plopped it in the microwave, and waited. Within seconds the aroma was mouthwatering. The bell dinged, and Jeff grabbed his plate and went to eat.

* * * *

Caleb whistled Dixie as he walked into the house. Ignoring his brother’s scornful looks, he walked right past him and toward the gym. Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and reached over to turn the lights on. Leaning against the doorjamb, he looked at all the equipment, books, videos, and chairs and smiled.

“Just where in the hell have you been?” Jeff scolded from behind him.

“I stopped over at Macie’s to pick up dinner after I hit the feed store,” Caleb explained.

“That took three fucking hours?”

“Nope, only took about an hour to load the feed. Then went over and sat with Macie for a bit till our dinner arrived.”

“What do you mean, ‘till our dinner arrived?’ I thought Macie was cooking for us.”

“So did I. That was until she showed up.”

“Who?” Jeff asked, getting aggravated with Caleb’s lazy approach to the conversation.

“
Our
librarian.”

“Janie? What does she have to do with you goofing off?”

“Everything.
Our
little librarian has been cooking
our
meals. Well, after I got another look, I decided to head to the library and renew my library card.”

“You never had a library card!” Jeff shouted in aggravation. His baby brother was taking way too long to get to the point.

“Well, I at least picked up the application for one, and while I was there, I talked with her.”

“You talked. What about—the price of cattle?”

“Nope, we talked about the gym actually.”

“You what! Are you crazy?”

“Nope, apparently
our
little librarian likes to read about ménage BDSM. I caught her looking over one of the few books the library carries, and she was blushing. So I got to thinking.”

“Which is a horrible thing where you’re concerned,” Jeff muttered.

Caleb turned and gave his brother a dirty look. “Anyway, jackass, I realized that one of her main jobs at the library is to catalog the books and such, so I got to thinking. Maybe we could get her to catalog our gym. You know, kind of organize it.”

“That is the stupidest idea I have ever heard of.”

“Well, stupid or not, she will be here Sunday after one.”

“Caleb, you do realize we only have three books in this room, right,” Jeff said, walking into the room, pointing to the only books on the shelf.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a problem,” Caleb said, scratching his chin.

“A problem? Fuck a duck, Caleb! It’s a fuckin’ nightmare. She is gonna get here and run screaming for the hills.”

“Not if we can get more books.”

“Sure! Let me wave my magic dick in the air! How many would you like—fifty, a hundred?” Jeff shouted sarcastically.

“I was thinking we could make a run into Celestial. I’m pretty sure they have bookstores there. That place is just plain freaky. Trust me. What we are looking for is there. I figure we could buy some, and then we would have something for her to catalog.”

“You want to drive over two hours to Freakville, USA, to buy books, just so Janie has something to do while she is here. Do you realize how stupid that sounds?”

“Well, Mr. I-Know-Everything, do you have any better ideas?” Caleb shouted back, getting irritated with Jeff.

Jeff took a long, hard look around the room. Other than the fact it needed a little dusting, the room was actually already organized. The missing library of books was a problem, but the room did have everything he and his brother needed to bring fulfillment to any woman who dared enter. The thought of Janie in here Sunday was already wreaking havoc on his libido. His dick was already hard at mention of her name, but to actually have time to talk to her and get to know her was tempting.

Looking at Caleb, Jeff knew his brother was right.

Fuck!

“Let me get my boots on. But I am driving!”

* * * *

By the time they arrived home, it was four in the morning, but the trip was a success. Twelve cases of books and movies all related to ménage and the BDSM lifestyle, a few specialized items that Caleb found when wandering Starshine’s Cosmic Emporium, and thirteen hundred dollars later, they were finally home.

After unloading the truck, they barely had an hour’s rest before they were up again tending chores. While they rode out to feed the herd, Jeff’s cell phone rang.

“Yeah,” he sleepily replied, answering it on the first ring. “Don’t ask, man. I am so fucking tired. All I want is a warm bed. Yeah, I know her, why?” Jeff asked then listened to the other end of the phone. What he heard had him slamming on the brakes.

“Jesus, Jeff! What the fuck?” Caleb grumpily said.

“Are you sure? Okay, I’ll take care of it. No, I don’t want anyone else handling the situation. We’ll stop in tonight. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll make sure the asshole keeps his hands to himself. Thanks, Gabriel,” Jeff said then hung up the phone.

“Why was
he
calling us so early? Is he revoking my membership because of what happened two weeks ago? I told him it wasn’t my fault! That sub wanted me to spank her,” Caleb said defensively.

Jeff looked over at his sniveling brother and smiled. “Looks like a certain librarian has decided to check out The Cave.”

* * * *

Friday had finally arrived, and as Janie made her way toward her condo, she noticed the black-and-white gift box waiting on her doorstep.

Halting dead in her tracks, she stared at the small box.

Oh man, that’s an awfully small box.

She knew it was from her sponsor. Who her sponsor was, she didn’t know, which made the whole scenario even more seductive.

Janie was intrigued. Picking up the small box, it weighed hardly anything. She gently shook the box and could hear the shifting of something on the inside.

What have I gotten myself into?

Determined to follow through, Janie stood up straight, walked into her condo, and tried desperately not to think what was in that seductively wrapped box.

When she had found out about The Cave, Janie scoured the Internet, looking for any information on the place. It was by chance that she found it, almost giving up, but when she tried to gain access to the site, she was blocked. Apparently only members were allowed to visit. She was directed to leave a message and someone would contact her.

While she waited, she spent hours trying to find a suitable outfit to wear to the exclusive club, but when someone from the club finally called, she was told she would have to be sponsored and that her sponsor for the night would have to approve her clothing. Deciding to agree to the sponsor, she waited anxiously for this so-called “sponsor” to call.

It was only minutes later after she hung up with the club a woman called and told her that a package would be arriving by Friday. She was not to open the package till she got to the club. Once inside the club she would be shown a room, and there and only there was she allowed to open the box and put on the outfit. The only thing that concerned Janie was she was also told that if she failed to wear the outfit she would forfeit her trial membership and the night would end.

Never one to step outside her comfort zone, this was a big step for her. Always the quiet, shy girl, she preferred to live in the background. She hated drawing attention to herself but was eager to help if needed. She did what was expected and never complained, even if she disagreed. She was neutral. She took no sides and voiced no opinions. She preferred solitude to limelight, serenity to chaos. Yet here she was ready to embark on what had to be the craziest plan ever concocted. Just how in the hell was she supposed to find what she wanted in a BDSM club, when she really didn’t know what she wanted?

Yes, she was intrigued, aroused, and highly turned on, but what if that was it? Her subconscious wanted to know more, her body wanted to be whipped, chained, slapped, and tickled, but her mind was screaming hell no!