Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

“You might want to get your shit together, fast.”

Spinning around, his gaze zeroed in on Lisa walking toward him, her dainty breasts cupped by a neon-green half bra that revealed a peek of pink nipple. Matching shorts molded to her slim hips and emphasized her bare, slender legs. Even from a distance, there was no mistaking the need in her vivid eyes and etched on her pale face when she spotted him or the hint of uneasiness pinching her mouth.

She ought to worry about whatever game she had been playing with him since arriving in Mountain Bend. He did not like to lose.

“He’s got it bad.”

Shawn ignored Ben’s comment to Dakota as he walked away from them to meet Lisa halfway. He did have it bad for her, but in what way, he still needed to figure out. It pissed him off she’d kept their prior association to herself these past two weeks, but he would remain open to hearing her explanation. Atkins’ attempted molestation had to have been more traumatic for a young girl than the hits he’d subjected him, Clayton, and Dakota to suffer.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t exact some form of retribution if she continued to deceive him though. Remembering what he’d walked in on that night, he would need to tread carefully so as not to trigger a painful memory without warning.

Fuck, why couldn’t his first real interest in a woman be easy?

Lisa’s eyes had widened when she’d seen him, the convulsive working of her slender throat to swallow another telltale sign of nerves. Shawn’s pulse kicked up a notch as he considered those nerves, speculating whether they stemmed from a sub’s natural reaction to putting herself in the hands of a Dom or from keeping a secret.

Without giving her time to think further, he held his hand out as soon as he reached her. “You’re right on time. I like that, Lisa. Come sit with me.”

“Okay.”

She accepted his hand, her palm sweaty against his, her fingers trembling in his grip. Both jumpy signals were at odds with the glint of determination in her gaze and rigid set to her soft lips. He wasn’t the only one sorting through questions about their association.

Spotting an empty table near the bar, he led her over and pulled her onto his lap as he took a seat. He flashed a wry grin at her look of consternation, releasing her hand to press against her hip as he moved his free hand to dip a finger under the edge of her bra and scoop out her nipple, baring it the rest of the way.

“Haven’t any of your previous Doms placed you on their lap?”

She shook her head, sending her blonde hair flying around her shoulders. “No. We always…I mean, I’m not much for socializing at these places.”

Her nipple hardened under his circling finger, her eyes dilating with arousal as she squirmed on his thigh. “Sit still. We’re not going to jump into a scene tonight. It’s time I got to know more about you.” She stiffened, and he pinched the tender bud. “Is that a problem?”

“It depends on what you want to know.”

“Ah, honesty. Another point in your favor. Tell me, have you ever been dishonest with a Dom?” Keeping his eyes on her face, he continued to torment her nipple.

She bit her lip and struggled to swallow again even as she gave him a negative headshake. “No, I’ve only scened with three Masters before you, the last one I was with the longest and never told them, or you a lie.”

“Good to know, but verbally telling a lie isn’t the same as omission, is it?” he asked, shifting to free her other nipple and pluck it into a stiff peak.

Lisa paled then gasped with a shudder. He gave her a moment to form her thoughts, not surprised when he caught a quick flash of annoyance cross her face before she pasted on a blank expression.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Sir, but I don’t see the need to reveal a lot about myself when I won’t be here long. Maybe you should pick someone else for tonight.”

Shawn tightened his hold on her hip as she made to get up, leaving his nipple play to press against her abdomen. “I don’t want someone else tonight.” He hardened his voice as he added, “If you do, say red, and we’re done, not just tonight though, but for good.”

As he thought, she didn’t like that idea any more than he. She was as attuned to him as he was to her, their connection undeniable whether she chose to accept that or not. Clayton took that moment to saunter over, a wicked grin curling his mouth as he pulled out a chair, turned it, and straddled the seat. As usual, his timing sucked.

Shawn frowned at him. “What happened to your girl? Did she turn you down?”

Clayton’s grin widened. “Nope, she’s in the restroom, so I have a minute. It’s nice to see you again, Lisa.” He thumbed back his tan Stetson, revealing the curious glint in his blue eyes before his gaze slid to caress Lisa’s pretty reddened nipples.

“You’ve met?”

“Master Simon introduced us.” Lisa smiled at Clayton. “Thank you, Sir. Nice to see you again also.”

She rested her hands on his arm at her waist, and Shawn took note of the absence of unease with Clayton’s arrival, admiring her obvious pleasure in a stranger’s blatant attention to her exposed nipples. He’d noticed last week how comfortable she appeared with public nudity and was interested in learning if that resulted from her time as a submissive or if exhibition aroused her.

“You’re the new teacher. Where was your mother when I was in school?” Clayton teased. “I wouldn’t have minded going to class near as much if I had a