Acres, Natalie - Sex Addict [Cowboy Addiction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Natalie Acres Page A

the life when you obviously love it.”
    “I do not,” she snipped, trailing behind him after he walked in front of her.
    When they reached the middle of the room, Kemper swept her off her feet, carrying her cradle-style to the solid stool behind the ugly blue curtain. Her body was overly sensitive to his touch, the excitement tickling her muscles as the heat and moisture pooled at her entrance.
    Without an explanation, Kemper drew the drapes. “I have to work. Kit will be down in a minute to get you started. Your training will keep you busy this afternoon. I’ll see you later.” He dropped a peck on her forehead and disappeared on the other side of the curtain.
    “You aren’t leaving me down here!” she screamed, standing at once. Nudging her knee against the curtain, she managed to squeeze between the heavy material and wall. Breaking free of the entrapment, she walked three steps—maybe four—and bumped right into Kit.
    “Kemper is tied up all afternoon. Good thing, too. Now, by the looks of things here, it’s only me and you.”
    “I can hardly wait.”
    His fingers rubbed over her hard nipples. “Yes, I see that. In fact, I’ve never seen a submissive woman nearly this excited.”

Chapter Eight

    Morgan was studying a new filly at the fence when Kemper joined her. “Hey there, pretty little sister. How’s it going?”
    She smiled as their new arrival toddled off on wobbly legs, spooked when Kemper appeared at the fence. “Question is, how are you?”
    “I’m great,” he replied, beaming.
    “I imagine that’s true,” she said. “I heard Holly screaming her blasted head off about an hour ago. She must’ve been under the impression that you really didn’t mean to lock her downstairs.”
    He shrugged. “I’ll have a talk with her. Tell her to keep her voice down.”
    “You do that. I’m sure she’ll listen,” Morgan said, thinking the defiant woman would really give her lungs a workout then. If Morgan had learned anything at all, it was how Holly responded to constructive criticism and their occasional requests.
    Holly defied them at every turn, which was probably part of her appeal. Morgan believed her brothers had never faced bigger challenges than the ones Holly constructed on a daily basis.
    Morgan stared at Kemper, her thoughts gathering quicker than she could convey them. “You know, Kemper, Holly may not be what you’re looking for in a submissive woman. This isn’t a lifestyle everyone easily adapts to and not everyone wants to accept the same practices.”
    “Why did you?”
    She grabbed hold of the top plank and swung backward. “You have to ask? I grew up watching you and Kit disappear in the basement with these beautiful, sexy women. I always imagined one day, some handsome man would sweep me off my feet, drag me down to that basement, and make mad and passionate love to me.”
    “I don’t think I want to hear this,” Kemper grumbled.
    “Maybe not but perhaps you need to listen to Holly. Part of being the ultimate Dom is being able to hear what your sub tells you. It’s not entirely about control, which is often the universal misconception.”
    “I thought you didn’t like Holly.”
    “I don’t have an opinion about her either way. She’s already judged me and that’s okay. I’m sure you’ve confided in her and I don’t fault you for that.”
    Kemper frowned. “We don’t discuss you with Holly. We never have.”
    “Maybe not, but she’s been here long enough to see the good times and bad. When she first arrived here, I was clean but only remained that way for a few days, if you’ll remember. A few weeks of sobriety and I had a setback. I’m sure it was ugly. I don’t remember much about it.”
    “You’ve made one mistake since you’ve been home. There’s no reason to think you’ll have another relapse.”
    “There’s no reason for you to believe another relapse will never occur, Kemper. That’s one thing I’ve learned. Every day of my life,