Have Gun, Will Travel (The Bare Bones MC Book 5) by Layla Wolfe Read Free Book Online Page A

Prescott—that’d be too obvious—but leave all that up to me.”
    “Oh, this is so exciting!” You’d think we were embarking on a trip to a wild animal park, not setting out to off some cartel kingpin.
    He squeezed my hand. “Just one thing I want, Bee.”
    “What? Anything!”
    “You.”
    What? Had I just heard correctly? He couldn’t mean what he seemed to mean. “Me doing…what? What do I need to do?”
    “I said I’d pay money to see you cooking, wearing nothing but an apron and high heels. I meant it.”
    “Oh.” My heart skipped a beat. I stumbled over my words. “Well, I don’t really look all that, ah, sexy when I do that. Besides, I don’t think Roscoe would approve. I don’t think he’d…let me.” The truth was, I wanted to cook for Sax wearing nothing but an apron and heels! Oh Lord , I wanted nothing more out of life! Just by riding one up behind this buff, virile man, I’d suddenly become some sort of slut. Already I was fantasizing about tightly wrapping a cock ring around his prick, then getting to my knees to inhale the throbbing, beautiful thing into my mouth. I was a good deep throater, I knew. I was stretched. But Sax’s penis appeared much larger than Roscoe’s…
    He lifted a hand to my chin, stroked my bottom lip with his callused thumb. His eyes were dreamy, mesmerizing. Is this what he did to all his subs? If so, it worked. “I understand, lady, although I beg to differ that you wouldn’t look sexy doing that. You don’t want to earn your Dom’s disapproval. You’re a good little sub. I just want you to know the opportunity will always be there, if you choose. If you want to make payment for some of my services, you know what you can do.”
    I sat up straighter. Blackmail! “Well, I would if I could, Sax. You’re a…a very attractive man.” No, that was the understatement of the century—of the millennia. “But I’m pretty sure that Roscoe would—”
    I was disappointed when he withdrew his thumb from my lips. “Are you absolutely certain, Bee? Are you certain your Dom would disapprove? Or have you ever discussed those parameters?”
    How the fuck did he know? Sax seemed to be all-seeing, all-knowing about things he couldn’t possibly know. It was unnerving. “Well, I’m collared,” I said, fingering the leather around my neck. “Isn’t that what collaring means? No stepping outside the relationship? I took it to mean I am owned by him.”
    He shrugged. When he folded his arms in front of his chest, he appeared buffer, wider, more formidable. “Sometimes it’s just a fashion accessory. Traditional Dom/sub relationships have been changing. It can mean anything you want it to, as long as it’s discussed beforehand. Did you discuss fidelity with your Dom?”
    “Well, not really, as far as I can recall. He told me it’s a ‘collar of consideration,’ that he owns me, and…that’s about it.”
    “Aha. A training collar is like a pre-engagement ring. It can be removed at any time by you with no harm, no foul. It’s the least serious of all collars.”
    I was shocked. “Really? Then does that mean that Roscoe can…” I faded out. I didn’t want this relative stranger to know I was questioning my relationship. Could Roscoe go and, well, collar other girls behind my back?
    “Just something to consider,” said Sax, signaling the bartender for two more sodas.
    The front door opened, making a rectangle of sunshine on the dark, shiny floor. Several black silhouettes entered the bar. They conglomerated by the door for a few seconds as the people scanned the room. Once I could make them out, I saw Brenda, Missy, and Rhetta among the women, and I waved wildly.
    “Over here!”
    When Brenda got a load of Sax, she broke into a run. “Sax!” she squealed, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her face there. I was envious. I wished my face could rub against the warmth of his neck.
    But another character with their party piqued my interest. This