Branded (The Club) by M.C. Cerny

Author:M.C. Cerny [Cerny, M.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

8

Langley

I woke slowly, working out the kinks in my back and neck, feeling smooth leather under my legs. I sat up, letting the colorfully woven blanket slip off of me. The dark brown leather couch was butter soft against my bare legs. Wherever I was, it was inside a large, open floor plan of a house that was constructed of wood and as I looked around came off as extremely masculine and befitting its owner.

Getting my bearings, I stood up looking around. Obviously, my master didn’t mind me poking around if he left me here out in the open. I figured he would be back soon and curiosity killed me to explore. Above the mantle in the living room was a huge mounted set of steer horns. I knew nothing about cattle, but I couldn’t imagine the animal they used to be attached to.

I found a bathroom off the hallway and freshened up. I didn’t have anything with me, and my purse was sitting on the kitchen counter obviously brought in by Sloan at some point. I smoothed my hair back and followed the hall out to the front door. I looked outside and saw the sun beginning its decent behind the hills for the night. Thinking about night made me shiver in anticipation.

I opened the large, heavy door and stepped outside onto the front porch. The house was huge, much like its owner. I walked down the steps in awe of my surroundings, turning round and round taking it all in from its tall mirrored windows and to its thick wooden columns.

“Holy shit, this isn’t Little House on the Prairie,” I muttered in awe.

“Howdy, pretty girl. Enjoy your nap?”

“Fuck.” I clutched my hand to my chest, startled as Sloan chuckled catching me as he came around the corner of the truck.

“Easy, darlin’.” He held me gently, brushing the dust off his hat, and I noticed he was wearing his jeans but his dress shirt from earlier had been changed out for a tight black t-shirt that looked molded to the muscles of his chest.

“Where are we?” The words sounded weak from my lips, and I felt like Dorothy after the tornado trying to find her way back home.

“Welcome to Rocking Star Ranch.”

“I didn’t know it was so big.” I said, clutching his arms under my fingers and looking between him and the house.

“Everything around here is big, darlin’.”

My hand caught my cheek burning hot under his gaze. I was sure everything was big, and I had no doubt I would find out sooner rather than later this evening.

Sloan offered to put dinner together and sat me down on a stool at the kitchen bar, explaining that he had a housekeeper who cooked for him and cleaned most days. He assured me I wouldn’t see any of the staff unless I wanted to—at least not here at the big house as he called it because they knew his desire for privacy. He assured me I could roam naked if I desired.

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