MacKenzies of Montana Book 4
Claire Drexel has loved Cooper MacKenzie since she was fourteen years old. But being ten years older, he’s never seen her as anything more than a kid sister. So she decides to take matters into her own hands. It’s not a secret that Cooper is a heavy player in the BDSM scene, and Claire decides what Cooper needs is the perfect bottom to his top. Only she gets more than she bargains for.
*Includes a happily-ever-after bonus story
Cooper MacKenzie lives for the job. At least he did before his marriage. But doing the occasional undercover job for his cousin and keeping it secret from his wife isn't settling well in his gut. Claire has come a long way from being a shy librarian, but she's no one's fool. She knows her husband is keeping something from her. Loving and trusting a man who serves and protects is harder than she realized.
Claire stared eye level at a muscled chest of pure perfection. It was completely smooth and gold rings were pierced through both nipples. The thought of what those rings would feel like against her body sent a shiver across her skin.
The music changed to something slow and sultry, the bass pumped a seductive tattoo and the smell of lust lay heavy over the bodies on the dance floor. She raised her gaze slowly, taking in every inch of him until she met eyes the color of a cold lake, frosted with chips of ice.
Claire rested her hands against his chest, just below his nipple rings, and watched his eyes darken with desire.
“Hello, Cooper MacKenzie. Fancy meeting you here.”
Lust and anger played across his face. He grabbed her by the hips and held her close, swaying to the beat that bumped in time with her heart. Her hands moved down his chest and stomach until they rested just above the waistband of his leather pants. His body was a furnace and it was hard to miss the erection that was drilling into her stomach.
He brought his mouth close to her ear and nipped her lobe. Hard. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her knees weakened. She was shaken by the intensity of the need that came over her, so it took a minute for her to realize he’d spoken.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing in a place like this? Do your parents know you’re here?”
Claire snapped her head back and met his gaze with her own blast of anger. She pushed out of his arms with defiance and faced him in the middle of the dance floor. The other dancers were giving them a wide berth, no doubt waiting to see which of them came out on top.
“Last time I checked, I didn’t need my parents’ permission or anyone else’s to take a lover. I’ve already had several offers to be collared for the night. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go find a different dancing partner.”
It was common practice in the club for Dominants to collar their chosen submissive for the evening so others would know they were taken and leave them alone.
“I don’t think so,” Cooper said, eyes narrowed. “There’s not a man in here who could be your Dominant.”
She looked him over insultingly from head to toe and smirked.
“Except for me,” he added. “A good Dom knows there’s no satisfaction to be had in a weak-willed submissive. It’s when a strong-willed submissive is tamed that both parties find satisfaction.”
Claire raised a brow and propped her hands on her hips, causing her breasts to test the limits on the bustier she wore. Cooper’s eyes were drawn to the milky white globes and his mouth quirked at her attempt to distract him. She stalked toward him until they were only a hairsbreadth apart. Her fingernail circled his nipple and then tugged lightly at the ring that hung there. He grabbed her wrist, but she’d seen the desire, and more importantly, the respect in his eyes that she hadn’t backed down from him.
She leaned up close to his ear and licked around the outer shell before whispering, “You think you can tame me? I dare you to try.”