Western Ties: Compass Brothers, Book 4 Read Free Page A

“Luckily, he started his boasting with me. I took him out behind the school and gave him a reason to shut his fucking mouth.”
    His admission held a hint of humor, but she could tell he was angry. She decided to test the waters to see how screwed she was.
    “Well, it was great to see you again, but Stacey and I were going to pop over to the bar for a drink.”
    “I’ll go with you.” He confirmed her fear.
    She smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re scaring off all the other Doms.”
    His wolfish grin let her know that was his intent.  
    Her temper sparked. “God dammit, Sawyer. Go away.”
    Stacey lightly touched her arm, alerting Leah that she’d spoken too loudly. Several people glanced in her direction and frowned. She was never going to achieve her goal at this rate.
    Sawyer was the only person in the room who didn’t take offense at her faux pas. “You realize this is a weekend party?”
    She nodded. It was starting to look like it would be a long two days.
    Sawyer reclaimed her hand, slipping off the white bracelet.  
    “What the hell are you doing?” She tried to pull her arm free, attempting to grab the wristband back.
    Sawyer’s grip was implacable. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green bracelet. Suddenly, she felt dizzy. There was no way he would—
    Sawyer slipped it around her wrist.
    “No,” she whispered when he lifted her hand.
    Sawyer leaned closer, his breath hot against her cheek as he murmured in her ear. “The host is going to come over to confirm you’ve been claimed by me. You’re going to tell him you’ve agreed to be my sub. If you don’t, I will personally drag you out of here, take you to the airport and load you on the first plane to Wyoming myself. Don’t test me on this, Leah, because I promise you won’t like the end result.”
    The host, Ronald Grey, was a large, attractive black man in his fifties who, according to Stacey, had more money than God.  
    Ronald patted Sawyer on the shoulder in a familiar, friendly manner and Leah wondered how in the hell a cowboy from Bumfuck knew such a powerful man. “You don’t waste any time, Compton. You realize the green band signifies you’re claiming this young lady for the entire weekend? A lot of the players are opting for the purple bracelet—a one-night affair—so they can sample another variety tomorrow night.”
    Leah narrowed her eyes at Grey’s condescending comment, talking about her like she was a fucking dessert while warning Sawyer against gorging on one flavor. Sawyer squeezed the hand he’d never released, warning her to remain silent.
    “When I see something I like, I take it.”
    Grey nodded approvingly before looking at her. “You consent for this man to serve as your Dom?”
    Stacey had assured her that while the BDSM play was serious, no one would be allowed to touch her without her agreement.  
    Leah looked at Sawyer. Her plans were shot. He would do exactly as he threatened. She nodded.
    Grey collected the white wristband she’d received at the beginning of the night and looked at Sawyer. “You and your sub may participate in the public games or you can take her straight up to the room you were assigned upon arrival.”
    Sawyer thanked Grey and they watched the man walk over to another couple.
    Leah stared at Sawyer, letting her annoyance show. He’d fucked up everything, and she wasn’t going to let him off easy.
    Stacey shook her head in amazement. “Wow. That was fast. I was worried you wouldn’t meet anyone. Oh.” Stacey gestured toward the door. “Bill’s here.”
    Her friend looked to Sawyer as if seeking permission for something. Sawyer nodded and Stacey smiled, going to meet her lover.
    “What was that?” Leah asked.
    Sawyer’s gaze hardened. “Did your friend give you any instructions about what your role would be?”
    She nodded. “She told me a few things.”
    “And did you listen to her?”
    Leah blew out a furious