Masters 01 Master of the Mountain by Cherise Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page A

a mountain lodge. Designer jeans. She didn't even own hiking shoes. From the look on her face yesterday, she'd never visited a mountain before, let alone a forest. Hell, she probably exercised on a treadmill in an air-conditioned health club rather than outdoors.
     
    She lived in a city, and he had to live in the mountains. His nightmares ensured that, and ensured he'd sleep alone and stay alone. Even now, he felt the lack of sleep over the past two nights drag at him.
     
    Aside from the physical attraction, they had nothing in common.
     
    His mouth twisted into a wry grin. Pretty worthless deterrent considering that when he went to Dark Haven in San Francisco, he had no trouble thoroughly enjoying the city girls. And being a guy, he wouldn't blow off a nice physical attraction anyway. He'd enjoyed the hell out of having her warm, curvy body up against his all night and wouldn't mind repeating it a time or two, even if he had to go without sleep.
     
    Unfortunately, he wouldn't be content to just hold her again. Not after having his fingers in her little wet pussy. He shook his head, remembering how her forest green eyes had watched him dress and then puddled up because he'd been nice to her. Hell, if she knew the dark things he wanted to do to her, she'd run screaming down the mountain.
     
    He snorted, thinking of how he'd hidden the cuffs chained to the head- and footboards under the mattress. Would she have panicked if she'd found them? Probably.
     
    Although many normal women enjoyed acting out a rape fantasy like this morning, real submission terrified them.
     
    But what if Rebecca possessed more guts than the others? More daring? He envisioned restraining her arms over her head, securing the cuffs tightly enough that her breasts would arch up. Of teasing those soft pink nipples until she… Like hell. Shy, modest Rebecca indulge in kink? Not gonna happen.
     
    And although he might play at vanilla sex a time or two, he wanted more. Needed more. And could easily get more. A competent Dom rarely lacked for partners. Yet he couldn't help but wonder what Rebecca's whimpers would sound like if he tied her down and teased her until she begged for release.
     
    He scowled. She'd better stay away from him. If she didn't, he'd teach her things the swingers had never thought of.
     
    * * * * *
     
     
    Rebecca showered and dressed, wrinkling her nose at having to put on yesterday's clothing. Matt had better have that blonde…person gone by after breakfast or she'd pound the door in.
     
    Coffee. She needed coffee before her brain would work. And she definitely needed caffeine before she thought about last night and this morning. Matthew. Logan. Sex.
     

    Need coffee…
     
    She walked down the stairs and checked the lodge. Someone—probably Logan—had built the fire up, and the warmth radiated through the room. Only three people remained, twined together on the biggest couch. The man lifted his head at the sound of Rebecca's soft footsteps, then shook the women on top of him. “You two are supposed to make breakfast, remember?”
     
    “Hell with that. I'm sleeping in,” one woman said.
     
    “If I try to cook, I'll puke, dammit,” the other woman whined. “Why did you let me drink so much last night?”
     
    “Like I could stop you?” The man's head dropped back onto the arm of the couch. Sighs, grumbles, and then silence.
     
    Shaking her head, Rebecca headed for the kitchen. Empty. She started the coffeemaker, leaning on the counter for support until she could coax a cupful out, then burned her mouth on the first few gulps. As the caffeine began to work, it seemed as if the world brightened from muted tones to the full spectrum of life as her brain sparked to life. No matter what historians claimed, BC really stood for “Before Coffee.”
     
    After drinking another cup, she surveyed the possibilities for breakfast. The fridge held pounds of bacon, cartons of eggs, and butter. Potatoes in a bin. Flour and