Siren Enslaved

Chapter Eight

The bartender opened a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Scotch. Julian sighed at the thought of something civilized. He might be at a place called The Barn, but it looked like the Scotch, at least, was a connection to his privileged world.

The bartender set two glasses in front of them and poured out a finger apiece. Julian frowned and slightly shook his head. The fellow was obviously well trained as the line of pure amber liquor went up in Julian’s glass. Beside him, Jackson chuckled lightly.

“You should probably just leave the bottle, Kevin. My friend had his first full day of ranch work. Never been on a horse before.”

Kevin smiled and nodded in a deferential fashion that made Julian believe he was a man who was usually tipped well. “Absolutely, Mr. Barnes. Cigars, sir?”

Jackson shook his head shortly and turned, his eyes flashing around the bar. Samuel slid onto the stool beside him, a smirk on his ridiculously perfect face.

“She’s in the bathroom with Christa. Your cigar habit is still a secret.” Samuel slapped his Dom on the back affectionately and nodded as he was passed a beer.

Julian stared at the two. There was so much about the way their relationship worked that he didn’t understand. For years he simply let it slide, but now he found he wanted to know why Jackson did the things he did. “And you keep this a secret why?”

Jackson took a quick swallow of his Scotch. “I keep it a secret because I married a nurse. She takes particular exception to smoking. It’s why I rarely do it.”

“Then simply tell her to accept it.” That was the way it worked. Jackson was the Dom and Abigail the submissive. That’s what a sub did. She submitted to the will of her dominant partner.

Jackson and Samuel both broke into fits of laughter, further confusing Julian. His muscles ached. He probably had bruises in places where he didn’t want bruises. He now understood why they called it punching cows since he’d given serious consideration to doing just that. Cattle, it turned out, were not very smart creatures. They did not mind and couldn’t care less where they defecated which, at least twice that day, had been on him. He was sick of cows, sick of horses. He was sick to death of feeling like he was the only one who didn’t get the joke. To top off his perfectly horrible day, he’d gotten word from Candice that several threatening letters had made their way into his personal box, and the reporter had called again.

And he missed Danielle. He’d spent the whole day wondering if Finn was taking care of her. This was his vacation. No wonder he’d never taken one.

“Sorry, Julian,” Jackson said, coughing a little. “It’s just there are some things on which our wife is utterly unmovable. My healthy lungs are one of them.”

“Yes, I’d forgotten how vanilla you’ve gotten,” Julian replied, well aware that there was a nasty little tinge to his voice. “Abigail took your balls as surely as Samuel paid someone to take his.”

“Hey! My balls still work perfectly,” Samuel stated. “The boys still jingle. They just don’t jangle anymore, if you know what I mean.”

He didn’t. He was pretty sure he didn’t understand anything. Scotch. He understood Scotch. He took a sip. The smoky flavor was a pleasant sensation as it burned slightly down his throat. “I would have dismissed you had you done that as my slave, Samuel.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” Samuel leaned forward and grabbed the bottle. He refilled Jackson’s glass and did the same for Julian. “You would have done exactly what Jack did. You would have tanned my ass red.”

A little smile curled Jackson’s lips up, making him softer, younger looking. “Well, I spanked you until you actually used your safe word.”

“Damn straight I did. Only time I’ve ever used my safe word. He was pissed at me.”

Jackson turned to his partner, his voice deepening. “I wasn’t pissed that you had done it. I was pissed that you hadn’t told me. I hadn’t approved of the doctor. I hadn’t checked out the procedure. If you ever do anything like it again, you won’t come for a month. You’ll take care of me, but there will be nothing for you.”

“Oh, are we talking about Sam’s balls again?” Abigail frowned as she slid onto the stool next to Samuel. “Are we ever going to stop talking about this?”

“You, too. You won’t come either. Never again.”

Abigail looked around both of her husbands and gave Julian a saucy wink. “He spanked the hell out Sam, but ten minutes later he was holding a bag of frozen peas to Sam’s swollen balls. Did you know they can swell up after surgery?”

Both of her husbands shuddered, but Julian couldn’t miss the way Jackson’s hand slid over Samuel’s neck, or how Abigail’s hand found Jackson’s, connecting the three of them. For a moment, Julian was sure they were the only three people in the universe, in their minds. Their easy intimacy staggered him. The look in their eyes made him avert his own.

Perhaps this had been a terrible mistake. He wasn’t cut out for intimacy. He sipped his Scotch as they talked, nodding when it seemed appropriate, but his mind was far away. Sitting with Jackson, Samuel, and Abigail made him feel like he was twelve again, watching families eat together, fathers playing with sons, mothers clucking over their babies’ welfare. He remembered vividly watching from the back of his limo as parents walked their children into school. Even on the first day, every year he’d been alone. Until Candice had come, even his nannies simply told the driver where to take him and where to pick him up. Poor little rich boy.

Yes, perhaps it was time to go home.

“Come on, baby, let’s dance.” Samuel took her hand and led her away, leaving Julian alone with Jackson.

“I know what you’re about to say.”

“Ah, so you’re a mind reader now, Jackson.”

“Nope, I just know you. You’re about to tell me that this was all a mistake and thanks for the invite, but you should get back to Dallas in the morning.”

Julian’s hand tightened on his drink. That had been precisely what he’d planned to say. He’d trained Jackson far too well. “I don’t believe I’m cut out to be a cowboy. I make a much better billionaire playboy.”

Jackson snorted and pushed back the brim of his hat, giving Julian a better look at the surprise on his face. “You haven’t been a playboy a day in your life. You’re the opposite. You demand commitment from your lovers before you’ll even bother to touch them.” His eyes narrowed. “Is that what’s bothering you? You’re upset because you slept with Dani without a contract?”

It did bother him. It went against his own rules. “That contract is there to protect both of us. You know that, Jackson.”

“I know that you think the contract can protect you, but it also builds a wall around you. I’m encouraging you to stay for the week. If you don’t want to work the herd, I can handle that, but give Dani a call. Hang out with us. Spend time with Dani. You don’t have to promise her anything. She’s a big girl who has a better head on her shoulders than even she knows. See where it goes. No contract. No promises. No end date.”

It sounded very strange and oddly intriguing. “You’re asking me to play Dani’s boyfriend.”

“No, I’m asking you to be Dani’s friend who she just might happen to sleep with. You did sleep with her, right?”

“There was very little sleeping involved.”

“Did she not enjoy submitting?”

Julian felt his dick go hard at the very thought. “She submitted beautifully. I could have tied her down, and she wouldn’t have questioned it.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t. Did you use the playroom at all?”

He hadn’t even thought about it. Once he’d gotten Danielle on the bed, he’d been too busy fucking her. He’d fucked that pussy over and over again. He’d fucked her from behind, slamming his cock inside as his hands molded the gorgeous, voluptuous curves of her hips and her ass. He’d propped her ankles on his shoulders and enjoyed the super tight entry he got that way. At one point he’d picked her up and put her in the shower. He’d soaped her hair and suckled her breasts. She’d been perfect.

“We didn’t need the playroom,” he heard himself say. He took a much longer sip of the Scotch and tried to shake off the images of Danielle waiting for his command. “Besides, she made her decision today.”

“And you know damn well she would have stayed if you’d given her any indication that you wanted it.”

“Perhaps she and this Finn person are meant to be.”

Jackson groaned. “God, I hope not. Damn. That would be like Abby and Sam without me, only worse. At least Abby can take charge when the occasion calls for it. Those two are true subs. I’m not surprised he hadn’t slept with her. He isn’t aggressive enough. I bet the women he has slept with took charge, or he was ordered to sleep with them by his Dom.”

“He didn’t sound like he’d had a Dom.”

“I didn’t say he knew he’d had one, but any relationship that worked for Finn had to have a dominant partner there. He’s one of Lucas’s friends. Lucas likes the hell out of him, but he thinks Finn’s fooling himself. He’s been trying to get Finn to go to The Club with him.”

Julian toyed with his glass. He thought about how angry Finn had been. “He didn’t seem submissive to me.”

“Lucas is sure, and I’ve seen the way his eyes slide down when I look at him. He knows instinctively who could master him.”

Yes, Julian could believe that. Finn had a certain look about him. If Finn was a sub, then it had taken a lot of love and no small amount of bravery to stand up to him. Julian admired bravery. “If he is, then he’ll need to change. Or Danielle will. Otherwise the entire world will walk all over them.”

Julian didn’t mention that they would always be missing a piece of themselves that went beyond sexuality. They might be happy, but they would never be complete.

“Or they could find a Dom,” Jackson said. “That’s why Lucas has been trying to get him to The Club. I know he was planning on asking you to match up Finn. He’d even mentioned that he thought you and Finn would get along. Lucas said you were taking applications.”

Julian felt his lips curl slightly at the admonishment in Jackson’s voice. His protégé had never understood the screening process. Of course, now that Julian thought about it, Samuel would never have made it through his screening process, and he was the only person he’d ever offered a permanent contract to. Danielle wouldn’t have made it, either. The thought of finding Danielle another Dom caused a knot to form in his stomach.

“I thought it was time,” Julian said.

“Maybe it’s time to try something else. Give Dani a call tomorrow. See how she’s doing. Look, tell me honestly you’re not worried about her, and I’ll back off.”

There was something about the way Jackson said it that warmed Julian. Jackson truly gave a damn about him. It wasn’t that Jackson needed him. He’d passed that long ago, and yet he continued to come back. He’d known Jackson Barnes for almost twenty years. He’d been Jackson’s mentor, his patron, and at one point his partner in crime, but now it really hit Julian that Jackson was his friend.

“I am worried about her.”

A slow smile spread across Jackson’s face as he poured another finger of the fine Scotch. “Then call her. I have her number right here in my cell. If that ex of hers is causing trouble, then we can take care of it. And if Finn comes with her, well, maybe you can see if you can help him, too.”

He slid the phone across the bar, but at that moment, the door flew open, and Julian realized he wouldn’t need to call to find out how Danielle was doing.

She was already here.

The door practically slammed back into his face. Finn had to quickly put a hand out in order to keep his nose in the right place. Dani was pissed, but he wasn’t backing down. If she felt the desperate need to dance, then he was going to dance with her. Well, he would watch from someplace safe. She definitely wouldn’t let him dance with her.

Hell, she wouldn’t let him get near her. She’d slammed the damn door in his face more times than he could count today. And when she’d finally smiled sweetly at him and asked if he could retrieve a CD from his car because she really needed to hear a song, she’d locked the door and not let him back in. He’d sat on the porch texting her until she’d finally walked out wearing a ridiculously short denim skirt, cowboy boots, and a shirt that had to be two sizes too small. When he’d opened his mouth to mention the fact that she’d put on some Barbie doll clothes instead of real actual human clothes, the look on her face had had his mouth closing. She’d announced she was going to The Barn, the only honky-tonk for miles, and that he could drive her or she would walk.

She had not said a word in the car. Now she marched across the smoky, loud bar like a woman on a mission.

Finn felt his whole body sag. He’d fucked up and had no idea how to fix it. He only had a few days before he had to get back to work, and somehow, he had to convince Dani to come with him. He was pretty sure if he didn’t break through to her soon, he never would.

“Excuse me,” a familiar, though unwelcome, voice said.

Finn sighed when Val started to walk past him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Her skirt was even shorter than Dani’s, though she had sticks pointing out of it instead of real legs. Dani’s denim skirt hugged her luscious ass, and Finn would swear if she bent over, those sweet cheeks were going to pop out. Val’s skirt was flat against her body.

“It’s a free country, isn’t it? I told some of my friends I would be here.” Her cold eyes slid around the room like a predator seeking prey. When they narrowed, it seemed to Finn that she’d found it. “Wow, who the hell is that? Damn, that man is fine.”

Finn looked around Val, who tottered on what had to be five inches of stiletto. He caught a glimpse of a dark-haired man sitting at the bar. Even from here, Finn could see he was dressed in an expensive shirt and slacks. Then he turned as though looking for someone, and Finn got a look at his face.

Damn it. Julian Lodge. Why did he have to be here?

Finn felt his face flush and averted his eyes before Julian could catch him gawking. This was the reason he’d stayed away from Dani all these years. A man like Julian walked in and Finn couldn’t help but want him. He didn’t want to admit it, but maybe Lucas was right. Lucas went on and on about how submission was in Finn’s nature and how attracted he would be to strong Dominants. Julian Lodge was proof of that.

This morning, it had taken every bit of courage he had to face the man. When he’d opened the door, the first thing Finn wanted to do was stare and maybe drool a little. He’d stood there in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of black slacks, his elegant face a mask of irritation. Finn had taken one look at Julian’s muscular chest and his perfectly defined abs and wanted to ask if Julian would take him, too.

Dani would have loved that.

“Oh, now that is just one gorgeous man. And he looks rich, too.” Val was practically licking her chops.

“He’s a billionaire.”

Val turned, her mouth dropping open, eyes wide. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.” A little kernel of evil joy lit in his breast. “He’s my firm’s richest client. He’s also the man Dani ran away with. That was his car she hopped into.” And his bed. Damn, but Finn wished he’d been there.

Val was spewing some serious venom about how lucky Dani had always been, which was pure bullshit, but Finn was thinking. Dani was attracted to Julian, no question about it. He’d talked in length to Lucas as he’d sat on Dani’s porch, and he’d found out a little bit about the infamous club owner. Julian Lodge liked it both ways. Lucas had explained that Julian liked to keep a male and female slave. Slave. Finn wasn’t sure he liked the word, but that was the word Lucas had used.

Finn had to wonder how far he would go to stay close to the woman he loved.

He might not be the most aggressive man in the world, but Finn would be damned if he didn’t do everything to get what he wanted.

“Oh, wow, he’s coming this way.” Val patted her hair and pulled down on the neckline of her shirt. “Introduce me.”

Finn gasped, the breath shocking into his system. Julian was walking his way, and there was no question who he was coming for. There was an almost gritty look to the man’s face that had Finn’s body vibrating with anticipation.

“Finn,” Julian said, not an ounce of friendly greeting in his voice. It was a challenge.

“Sir.” Finn did what came naturally. He allowed his eyes to slide away. He gave the man in front of him the greeting Lucas warned him he required. If Finn wanted Dani, he was going to have to go through Julian. When he’d come up with the plan during the long, lonely hours of waiting for Dani, he’d realized he wasn’t going to be sacrificing much. Getting into Julian’s bed alongside Dani would be a pleasure. And a way to make damn sure he was there to clean up the mess Julian was sure to leave behind.

Julian leaned back as though regarding him seriously. “A different approach? Well, this one is bound to work better than attempting to decapitate me.”

Val elbowed him.

“Oh, uhm, this is Val. Val, this is Julian Lodge,” Finn managed to mumble. His eyes darted between Julian’s trim waist and the dance floor where Dani seemed to be trying to grind some redneck asshole to dust. “Julian, this is Valerie Bay, Dani’s sister.”

Finn was completely satisfied with the disinterest Julian showed in Val. His eyes held no heat as he glanced over her and dismissed her entirely. His focus immediately came back to Finn.

“You allowed Danielle to leave the house dressed like that?”

The forbidding tone in Julian’s voice had Finn standing up straight. “She didn’t give me a choice.”

Julian’s arms were crossed, his eyes flaring. “Your choice should have been to pick her up and tie her down if she chose to disobey you.”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Val asked, hand on her hip. “Why does he care what Dani wears? I mean, she looks like a stuffed sausage, but that’s her damn choice. The girl never did have a lick of fashion sense.”

Now Julian was interested. “You’re Danielle’s sister?”

She shrugged, but inched closer. She thrust her chest out, and her voice took on a breathy, little girl quality. “She’s my older sister. Much older, if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t. I didn’t ask Danielle for her birthday, much less yours, before I went to bed with her.” Julian turned back to Finn. “Does Danielle live with…this?”

It took everything Finn had not to laugh. “Yeah.”

“She needs to move.”

“Yes, Sir.” Finn believed that more than anything. She needed to leave Willow Fork. If Julian Lodge could get her to pack her bags, Finn was good with him.

“You slept with my sister?” Val’s shrieking could be clearly heard over the loud country-western music.

Julian’s gray eyes became positively arctic as he turned his attention to Val. Finn watched as she lost her seductive posture and shrank back. “Go away.”

Val took a sharp breath. Her well-shaped brows came together in a V. “Well, I never.”

“I couldn’t care less what you have or haven’t done. Leave my presence.” Julian’s eyes found Dani on the dance floor. His mouth turned down sharply. “I don’t like what she’s wearing. She’s showing too much skin. Her breasts are going to fall out of that shirt. Damn it, is she wearing a bra? She better be wearing a bra.”

Val huffed and stomped off, her body vibrating with a rage that gave Finn a deep satisfaction.

“I tried to get her to change, but she ignored me.”

The world seemed to flow around Julian as though he had his own plane of existence and the rest of reality moved to make way for him. People walked all around him, moving through the small area, but hugging the walls as though in deference to his space. Finn himself was jostled and shoved, but Julian remained unmoving, untouched.

“And you expect to take care of her in this manner? By allowing her to dress as a hooker and ignore your reasonable requests?”

Finn wasn’t sure what Julian expected him to do. “She’s not a child. She’s an adult. I can’t just tell her what to do.”

Julian shook his head, all that dark brown hair shaking like handfuls of silk. “Can’t you see that is exactly what she wants from you? She is not behaving as an adult should. She is acting out. I’m not questioning her intelligence. I’m not saying she is immature. I am pointing out that most of us act out when we want attention. Even the most rational human will push the boundaries to really test the people around us. Danielle was given a harsh blow today. She is going to push you away in an attempt to see if you will go. She will shove and fight and scratch at your soul to see if she can get you to leave her because she would rather hurt now than later. Are you going to allow her to do that?”

Finn felt Julian’s words like a physical blow to his body. “No. I won’t leave.”

An almost soft expression came over Julian’s gorgeous features. His hand came out, cupping Finn’s left shoulder. “It’s all right. I can teach you how to take care of her. You might not like how I do it, though. Are you willing to learn?”

Finn’s head was nodding before he could get the words out. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Let’s start now.” Julian turned and began to walk toward the dance floor.

Finn hurried to follow.