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Authors: Cherise Sinclair

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W
hen Summer opened
the cabin door, all Virgil could do was stare. Weren’t dreams supposed to be better than reality? But the sight of her hit him like a heart-stopping kick to the chest.

She was so beautiful, with the sun-colored hair he wanted to gather into his hands, the little freckles over her creamy skin, the wide blue eyes that matched the color of her fluffy sweater.

“Virgil. What are you doing here?” Her expression blanked, but he’d seen the flash of stunned delight in her eyes.

He stepped forward, forcing her to retreat, and closed the door behind him. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, just seeing her loosened his grip on reality. “I want to talk to you.”

“No need. I shouldn’t have bothered you—it was a momentary mind-blip.” Her voice shivered along his nerves, and he hardened.

“A blip, huh?” Oh, he could tell it was more than that. Her eyes were vulnerable. Needy. She wanted him as fucking much as he did her.

The room held only one chair. He pulled her over to the twin beds, motioned for her to sit on one, and he took the other, trying to forget how she’d squirmed under him last time they’d enjoyed a mattress. “We’re going to talk anyway.”

“You’re married or involved or something, right?”

He stared at her, then snorted. “Now that’s just insulting, woman. No, none of those.”

“Oh. Well.”

How the hell to explain, especially when he kept wanting to cuff her hands behind her back, set her on her knees, and watch the yielding look come into her eyes. “I did a lot of thinking after leaving Dark Haven and again tonight, so let me lay it out for you.” He cleared his throat. “Tying up women, beating on them… It just doesn’t seem honorable. Coming back from San Francisco, I decided it wasn’t a good…hobby…for me.”

Her gaze dropped to where his shearling jacket hung open, revealing his uniform. His badge. His weapons belt. “That’s not a costume, is it?”

“’Fraid not.”

She bit her lip, and dammit, he wanted to be the one nibbling. “I can see that would be a problem,” she said.

“After you called, I thought about it, figured maybe we could see each other like normal people. Vanilla, right?” He wanted her in a way he hadn’t experienced ever. Was this craving what addicts felt—an ache deep inside?

“That’s non-BDSM, yes.”

“Trouble is”—the words spilled out, his brain definitely disengaged—“I remember too well how you look when you’re restrained, how you pull against the cuffs, how you whimper…”

Pink flushed her cheeks, and the next breath she took was deeper. “Virgil—”

Dammit. Had he really thought he could just kick over the need for more. Did he really want to go through his life having “vanilla” sex, never getting the fullest sense of satisfaction?

No.

Pa had always said, “
If you can’t change your mind, why have one
?” Logical enough, but not particularly comfortable when his mind did a complete one-eighty and left him in the dust. He ran his finger along her jaw, so soft and sweet, and gave her the uncomfortable truth. “I don’t think I can be with you and not push for your submission. Might be different if you hated it, but you like—need—it. You liked when I held you in place, when I restrained your wrists. You wanted more.”

“Yes.” Her voice came out a whisper.

The room had turned hellishly hot. “You called me. You want to play.”

She nodded.

He sat back.
Cool down, Masterson
. “Maybe we can compromise. Bear Flat is a small town. The Serenity Lodge parties are an open secret, but no one minds, since the Hunts keep their kinkiness to the Lodge and to outsiders who come here to play—and spend money.” He took her hand, curling his fingers over hers, running his thumb over the tiny calluses on her palm. He wanted those hands on him. “But I’m not an outsider. And I’m supposed to enforce the law, not indulge in what people figure are orgies.”

“Orgies and cops. Not a good combination.” She tried to tug her hand away.

“Summer, I would very much like to play again. But not publicly.” If he kept touching her, he’d be on top of her. He rose and paced across the room. “In all reality, honey, I don’t like the exhibition stuff. What I do with and to you is private. I don’t want to share any of it. I don’t want others to see you naked, to see how you glow when you’re aroused, to hear you when you come. That’s mine.”

Summer stared at
him as his words shook something deep inside her. She started to nod, and then the meaning of what he said registered. She’d be alone with him—she
was
alone with him. Fear rose, crested, and broke over her. The cabin chilled as if a wind had blown out the fire in the stove. “No.”

“No?”

“No. I can’t.” So big, he was too big. Dear God, no one knew he was here. She rose, trapped between the two beds.

“Summer, look at me.”

Her back hit the wall of the cabin. She stared at his hands, his huge hands. He could beat her. He could—

“Eyes. On. Me.” He snapped. “Now.”

Her gaze shot to his.

“You’re seeing the past, honey, not me,” he said gently, not moving at all. “Have I ever hurt you”—his smile flickered—“in a way you didn’t like?”

She swallowed, and her heart rate slowed. “No.”

“Do you really think I would?”

“I—” Her hands clenched in front of her. “I didn’t think he would either.”

“Ah.” Virgil sighed and leaned back against the door, obviously assuming a relaxed posture. “So he not only hurt you, but now you don’t trust your own judgment either?”

“Just go. Please, Virgil. This will never work.”

He hesitated like he’d argue, then nodded and left.

As he walked out, Summer choked on a sob.
No. Come back
! Fear drained out of her, leaving only emptiness behind. He’d wanted a compromise, to try, had talked honestly, and she’d panicked. Counseling hadn’t done her any good at all. She’d been so hopeful. So sure she was cured.

She stared at the door, wishing with everything in her for him to walk back in…and knowing she couldn’t function if he did.

Why am I even here?

The cabin resonated with loneliness, and her eyes filled. She’d failed. Why bother staying any longer? She had things to do, an apartment to pack, a move to make. Tears dripped on her clothing as she tossed the few items she’d unpacked into the suitcase. After her voice steadied, she’d call Rona so she and Simon wouldn’t worry.

She stepped out the door. Snowflakes flitted through the air, invisible in the dark night, but glittering in the lantern lights marking the path. By morning, the mountains would be dusted with white. What would it be like to lie in bed with Virgil, watching the snow come down?

She’d never know. Hefting the suitcase, she trudged to her car.
Stupid. Such a coward. I should have tried harder. But a relationship never would have worked. But how would—

“You always run when you’re nervous?” Virgil’s gentle deep voice stopped her. Her head jerked up.

He rested his hip against a big pickup in the parking area, arms folded over his chest.

Her heart did a painful somersault. “What are you doing here?”

His slow smile creased his face. “Considering all your muttering, probably the same as you. Wanting to stay, telling myself to leave.”

“To stay? Why?”

“Well, I figured once I got home, I’d call and talk you into an early supper tomorrow. But I changed my mind.” After tugging her case away, he set a hand in the small of her back and guided her toward her cabin. “We’ll play here tonight in the lodge so you’ll have people around you. Tomorrow we’ll see where we’re at.”

“But…your reputation.”

His mouth tightened. “Will have to take care of itself.” He looked down at her, pulling her closer until her hips rubbed against his. “We’ve got more between us than a night of screwing around, so I guess I can handle being called a pervert, if need be. You know, even after this long, I still wake up thinking of you and go to sleep thinking of you.”

Oh God
. Her eyes prickled with tears. She’d considered herself silly, like a love-struck teenager, but he felt the same way. How many men would have admitted that?

But she needed to stop the hope rising in her. “Virgil, I had counseling after we—after I wanted to leave Dark Haven with you and couldn’t. I thought I was cured, but I still panicked in the cabin. I don’t see how this could work.”

“Well now, appears I turned your life as upside down as you did mine,” he said softly. His knuckles rubbed across her cheek in a gentle caress, his fingers warm against her cold skin. “Did your counselor say you were all fixed when you were done?”

“Uh.” She blinked, remembering the last session. A glimmer of hope lightened her heart. “I forgot. She said the panic attacks might still happen, but they’d get better, especially if I keep working through them.”

“Ah-huh. Would you like help working through them?” His eyes challenged her.

He’d risk his reputation for her? Could she give less? Her spine straightened. “Yes.”

“There we go, then.”

At the cabin, he opened the door. When she stepped in, he smiled and ran a finger over her lips. “I’ll wait in the lodge. If you have one of those corset things, I’d like to see you wear it. No underwear, please.”

After setting her suitcase on the floor, he closed the door behind him.

She stood, a little stunned. He was like a river current, cradling her gently until she tried to break free, only to realize it inexorably carried her downstream. Here she was, back at the cabin, ready to change into what he’d told her to wear.

Why did that feel so exactly right?

*

When Summer entered
the lodge, the party was in full swing. She stopped to gawk. Sometime since she registered, the owners had transformed the rustic main room into a shadowy dungeon. Heavy iron chains dangled from bolts in the log walls and dark rafters. Bulbs flickered redly in the wall sconces. Two X-shaped St. Andrew’s crosses held submissives. Another sub hung in suspension in the center of the room. Closer to the end wall, a dom was using his sub in a leather swing…quite vigorously. A flogger kept time to the music of Type O Negative’s erotic “Love You to Death.”

Wow. Simon’s party last year was the only private play she’d ever attended, and this was as different from his stately mansion as anyone could imagine.

Near the door, one of the lodge owners, Logan Hunt had his arm around a lushly curved redhead while he spoke with a man and woman in street clothing. Summer frowned. With dark brown hair, strong features, and intensely blue eyes, the two men must be brothers. But why did they seem familiar? Come to think of it, so did Logan’s woman.

He motioned her over. “Summer, this is my wife, Rebecca.”

The redhead smiled. “Nice to meet you. I like your corset.

Summer grinned. Aside from the color, there was no difference between her blue corset and Rebecca’s green one. “Yours too.”

Logan set his hand on his wife’s stomach. “This is the last time she gets to wear it—she needs room for other things.”

A baby? No wonder the owners planned to turn Serenity into a family lodge. As Rebecca flushed, Summer felt a squeeze of envy. “Congratulations.”

“And this is my brother Jake, and his wife Kallie,” Logan said.

The tiny brunette smiled, and Jake said, “It’s good to see you looking so well, pet.”

That voice, those blue eyes… “Have we met before?”

“Ha. Like I said—you’re totally forgettable.” Logan grinned at his brother.

Jake scowled back, then took her hand gently. “We met at Simon’s party last year. I held you after your bastard date caned you.”

She flinched and tried to pull her hand away.

His eyes narrowed. “Simon said you’re doing better.”

One slow breath and she’d regained her equilibrium.
Nice reaction, Ms. I’ve-been-cured
. Well, no wonder he seemed familiar. She remembered how he’d wrapped her in a blanket, cuddled her, and made her drink tea until she’d stopped shaking. “Sorry, you took me by surprise. That night isn’t a fond memory.”

“I’d say not,” Rebecca spit out. “I wanted to hit the guy so bad, but these two wouldn’t let me.” She gave Logan a dirty look, then added, “But if no one told you, they each took a punch—that’s after Simon broke his nose—then threw him out the front door so hard he bypassed the sidewalk and landed in the street.”

What a lovely image
. Summer realized she was smiling. “Thank you. Thank you all.”

“Wish I’d been there,” Kallie muttered. Her dark eyes snapped with anger. “I hate bullies.”

“Easy there, sprite,” Jake said. He grinned at Summer. “We won’t be here this weekend, but I wanted to make sure Simon wasn’t lying.” He touched her cheek gently. “You look good. Some dom will be a lucky guy.”

She flushed. “Thank you.”

“Simon says Virgil’s got his eye on her,” Logan said casually.

Kallie’s mouth dropped open. “Virgil? Really?”

“Good job, asshole,” Jake said to Logan and slung his wife over his shoulder. “We’re out of here, little snoopy person.”

“Wait, dammit. I want to—” The door closed behind them, Kallie still protesting. A man’s shout of anger came through the door.

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