Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (31 page)

“Trixie was never a whore, Jordie. Furthermore, Stephen Pratchert wasn’t sexually involved with Trixie. He abducted her and planned to kill her.”

“So you say. The rest of the world would likely disagree.”

“I didn’t call to argue. Where and when? Tell me the place and time.”

A sudden moan slipped from her lips. “You always were a greedy lover. Patience is part of foreplay, Brock. I’ll come to you. It’ll make the wait more rewarding.”

“No, that’s not a good idea.”

“Why?” she demanded. “Are you still involved with that whore?”

Brock grunted.

Jordie Anne couldn’t decide whether his vocal release was one of displeasure or sexual frustration. Voting on the latter, she said, “I have an idea. There’s a club in Asheville. I notice by the area code you’re here, too. About this bar—it’s right up your alley. I think it’s called Clink. How about Monday evening? We could meet, say, around ten o’clock?”

“No, that won’t work.”

“Why not, Brock? You used to love having sex in front of a crowd.” Her body tingled all over. She would call Mitch and tell him, of course, but he’d understand. In fact, he’d probably be thrilled to know she wanted to see Brock again. He’d most likely anticipate colorful details. “Oh God, I’m so glad you called. We’ll have a good time. It’ll be like old times again.”

“I said Clink won’t work.”

“Then that tells me everything I need to know. You don’t want to be seen in public with me.” She took a deep breath and contemplated whether or not she should disconnect the call.

“Jordie, I need to see you as soon as possible.”

“Really?” she asked, becoming suspicious again. “If that’s true, Brock, then you’ll meet me Monday at Clink. Otherwise, we having nothing left to say to one another.”

“Fine. I’ll be there.”

“I can’t wait.”

* * * *

Brock tossed his phone to the kitchen table. He stared out the window, watching as Trixie and Cazeron walked toward the house. They’d been down at the barn. Caz wanted to say good-bye to his new Shetland pony before they left for the beach.

“Jordie Anne wants to meet at Clink on Monday,” Brock said, facing Pete, a local cop and family friend.

“You can’t do that, Brock,” Rory said. “We need to resolve this Jordie Anne issue without placing Ansley in danger. We must keep Jordie away from the club.”

“I’ll talk to Tristan. He can deal with Ansley.”

“I don’t like it,” Rory said. “Ansley and Kimberly have worked hard to establish themselves as legitimate business owners. The last thing they need is an arrest there.”

“He’s right, Brock,” Pete said. “And the shit will hit the fan if Kane finds out you agreed to any of this.”

Kane Cartwell was the least of his worries. As a father, Brock could relate to how Kane might feel if he knew what was going on, but as a husband, he had to think of Trixie and how he could best protect the woman he loved.

“Jordie Anne insisted. She wasn’t about to discuss another meeting place.”

“That’s because she wants to embarrass Trixie and her family,” Rory said.

“No, she thinks Trixie will be there. Remember, she’s certain Ansley is Trixie. She may want Trixie dead, but she probably plans to parade me around the club before she makes her move. Remember, Jordie isn’t the same person, but even when the girl was sane, she was very manipulative.”

“Vindictive is more like it,” Rory said. “I know of at least two people who won’t like this.”

Brock shook his head. “Trixie and Ansley are the least of my worries. I’m more concerned about Ansley’s new boyfriends.”

“What?” Pete asked, raising a brow.

“She’s hooked up with a couple of her bartenders.”

Pete shook his head. “I swear. This family must have a healthy dose of kink in their genes.”

Rory laughed. “Nope. It’s not that. Believe me. Truth is, there isn’t a single man alive who can keep up with these spunky Cartwell women.”

“I heard that,” Trixie chirped, entering the kitchen. “Pete, don’t listen to them. They try to make everyone envious, but the fact is, they’re typically tuckered out by the time their heads hit their respective pillows at the end of a busy day.” She waggled her brows and shot Pete a wink. “In fact, I’m seriously contemplating the addition of another man around here.”

“Whelp, Pete, it’s time for you to go,” Rory teased, slapping Pete on the back.

“Yes, I believe so. The last thing I need is Kane Cartwell’s daughter tempting me to step out of uniform.”

“No worries there,” Brock assured him. “She’s all talk.”

“I know that’s right,” Pete said, brushing off the brim of his cowboy hat before carefully affixing the Stetson atop his head. “You call me if you need anything this weekend. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll see you at Clink around ten on Monday.”

Trixie frowned.

“Thanks, Pete,” Brock grated out, thinking he would’ve liked a few minutes to ease Trixie into the idea of his upcoming meeting with Jordie Anne.

“Don’t mention it,” Pete replied, tilting his hat and winking at Trixie. “You and the kids have a safe trip.”

“We will,” she promised, walking him out.

“Shit is about to hit the fan,” Rory said under his breath.

As soon as the front door slammed, Brock realized Rory was right. Trixie was as mad as a wet hen with half its feathers.

Stomping through the kitchen, she slung a bottle of water from the refrigerator, twisted the top off, and tossed the cap at Brock. “You’re meeting her, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.

“I spoke to her while you were down at the barn. It was just decided.”

“Oh,” she said, her voice softening. “Well, then. I’m glad you reached your decision around the same time I came to the conclusion that I’m not in the mood for sand and sea.”

“What?” Brock asked.

“You heard me. I’m not going to the beach.” She swung her gaze at Rory. “He can take the kids alone.”

“That’s not an option,” Brock informed her.

“Too bad. I’m not being told what to do. Let me guess. You’re meeting her by yourself at Clink? No one else knows about this, minus Pete and Rory, right?”

Rory said, “Trixie, he tried to arrange another meeting place. She refused.”

“You are not putting my sister in danger!” she screamed, her skin turning bright red. “Do you hear me? This could be a trap. For all you know, Jordie Anne isn’t working alone!”

“We’re dealing with a deranged woman, honey. She isn’t an assassin on assignment. Plus, the woman doesn’t have any friends.”

“I tend to think she has a few more than anyone wants to admit,” Trixie grumbled.

“And just where are you going with that?” Brock asked.

“You still care about her,” she accused.

“Like hell I do,” Brock said, not at all in the mood for a jealous tyrant. Since Trixie became a mother for the second time, she’d begun to have insecurities. During her pregnancy, she’d put on some weight. The stubborn pounds had been difficult for her to shed, and she stayed up in arms about her appearance.

Brock thought she’d never looked better or sexier. Convincing Trixie of his deeper devotion and love had become a full-time job.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” she asked.

“You’re learning,” Brock mumbled. “Better to ask than accuse.”

“Well?”

“Fuck no!” He strode over to his adorable wife and gathered her in his arms. “I only have eyes for you.”

“Good,” she said, patting his cheek before strolling across the room. “I’m in the mood to go out on the town. Monday night, as a matter of fact.” She smiled at Rory. “With both of you.”

“Out of the question,” Rory said.

“It’s not happening,” Brock stated flatly.

“Read my lips, Brock. I’m not leaving this farm.”

“Read mine, baby—Yes. You. Are.” He stalked her then. Maybe he’d tie her up and fuck some sense into her.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” she said, backing away.

“What is it, sugar?”

“You’re not changing my mind.”

Brock grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder, laying a firm hand against her backside. “We’ll see about that.”

* * * *

Tristan rubbed his eyes. Glancing at the coffee table where he’d left his phone before a short catnap, he noticed it was nine o’clock. He hadn’t heard from Brock. Deciding he should give him a call, he searched his recently dialed numbers and hit the
send
option. After a couple of rings, he heard, “Your timing sucks. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Tristan snickered, understanding the implication. “Look on the bright side. At least you’re married. You can reschedule playtime. This is important. What’s going on? Anything new?”

“Hang on,” Brock replied. After some commotion, his voice filled the line again. “Any chance you can talk Ansley into a trip to Myrtle Beach? Rory and Trixie are leaving in an hour.”

“Not unless Rory and your wife want four men to accompany Ansley.”

“Four?” he asked. “Let me guess, you, Bailey, and the two Killian brothers?”

“You got it,” Tristan replied. After spending time around Elliott and Graham, Tristan was pretty sure the Killians were a pair of good guys. He might as well accept the idea of sharing his gorgeous blonde-haired vixen. Graham and Elliott weren’t going anywhere. If Tristan and Bailey wanted a future with Ansley, that future included the Killians.

“Fantastic. Trixie will love hearing about this.”

“Why? Something wrong with the Killians?”

“No, not at all. They’re hardworking cowboys.”

Tristan laughed. “You’re afraid your own blonde one will want to add a couple of extra players on your turf?”

Brock cleared his throat and grunted.

Apparently he’d struck a nerve.

“I’m meeting Jordie Anne at Clink on Monday night.”

“Any particular reason you chose the club for a reunion?”

“She wouldn’t agree to another location.”

“Damn,” Tristan grumbled.

“I know. Rory and I discussed this. We want Ansley to leave with Trixie.”

“She was up late. She’s only been asleep for a couple of hours.”

“Why?”

“Are you really asking me that question?”

“Skip it. Talk to Ansley and get back to me,” Brock said.

 
“She won’t go, and I can’t ask her to leave. Actually, I’ll be up-front here, Brock. I won’t mention our conversation to her at all. I can protect her better if she’s here.”

“You’re an arrogant somebody. Aren’t ’cha?” A second later, Brock added, “You do understand that Jordie Anne has already killed one person. Don’t you?”