Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Seduce Their Woman [Wyoming Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance) (17 page)

“Thank you. I’ll feel more comfortable having your help. And I do want you to teach me how to put on the eye makeup and the other cosmetics you used on my face. If I decide to stay here at the ranch.”

“The way you look at your men and they look at you, I’d think it was a foregone conclusion. But you’re smart to keep them guessing a while longer.” She pulled the cape off Ellen so she could get out of the chair. “I see one of them coming in the door now.”

Jack stopped and stared. “Ann, you’re amazing. No one is going to recognize her. You look gorgeous, as usual, darlin’.”

“And as usual, you’re full of charm.” Ellen smiled at Ann. “This man is full of the Irish blarney, and Sahale has the Irish father.”

“What? I’m truthful as the day is long.”

“And winter is coming soon.” Ellen glanced at her reflection in the mirror. With the right clothes she might just fool even Garraloga.

“Come on, darlin’. I can’t wait for Sahale to see the change.” Jack put his hand on the small of her back to guide her toward the truck. She loved that touch they both gave her. It made her feel special and safe.

Once they were driving along, Ellen turned sideways to look at Jack. “How soon do we leave?”

He glanced her way. “We fly to New York early tomorrow. You have an appointment at one o’clock with the designer. He’s made some outfits from the measurements we gave him. This will be the final fitting. He knows how we want you to look.”

“Then Washington?”

“Two nights from now we attend a dinner and dance with all the big names in town. Reports are the President and his wife may attend and of course Garraloga and his son will be there.”

Ellen took a deep breath as fear grabbed at her throat. Jack reached across and took her hand. “Don’t worry, darlin’. This time he’ll have to go through Sahale and me and at least six other guys to even breathe on you.” His harsh tone emphasized his determination.

Her heart rate slowed down a bit, but an uneasiness settled inside her. Garraloga was evil, rich, powerful, and smart, a dangerous combination. She didn’t fear only for herself, but also for all the men who’d be with her. Still, she wanted to be part of bringing him down, if that was possible. She believed her Wyoming warriors were the best hope of that happening.

* * * *

“Are you sure I need this many outfits?” Ellen asked as the dressmaker called for another dress to be brought to them. She’d tried on two gowns, two cocktail dresses, suits with skirts, and a shorts outfit. Also, one of the women packed lace panties and matching bras, sheer nightgowns, and stockings into her new luggage.

“This is going to be very expensive,” Ellen protested for the third time.

“No problem. Sahale and I can afford it. Mitch wanted to pay for it all in payment for your services on the job, but we want to buy our woman her clothes. You’re definitely keeping them.”

“Your woman.” Ellen raised her eyebrows.

Jack laughed. “I knew that would raise your hackles, honey.”

Ellen frowned at him as she followed the saleswoman into the dressing room. This dress was a peacock blue, tailored, with short sleeves and a three-quarter-sleeve jacket in the same blue with green trim. She had on the pair of high heels that went along with her outfit. Every dress or suit had to have a matching pair of shoes, according to the lady helping her.

“Do you like it, Madam?” The woman spoke with a French accent.

“I love them all. It’s just so much, but there is no changing my husband’s mind.”

“He is most generous and very handsome.”

“Indeed, he is both.” Ellen had noticed the looks Jack had gotten from all the women in the shop. And who could blame them. He’d dressed in a dark blue suit, and with his longish blond hair and dark green eyes, thanks to contacts, he’d make any woman’s insides turn to mush. Of course, she liked his brown eyes even more. When she walked out of the dressing room, she gave him a long look.

“You’re staring again, honey,” Jack whispered, a wicked smile curving his tempting mouth.

She leaned down and kissed him. Let the rest of the women eat their hearts out. He was hers, at least for now. “Thank you for all the beautiful clothes.”

“I’ll expect to be paid in full when we get to our hotel room in Washington,” he spoke softly, for her ears only.

“When do we leave? Are we through here?”

“Most women wouldn’t want to leave this shop.”

“I’m not most women.”

“Ah, that is true, thank goodness.”

Her heart warmed at his words. He and Sahale never missed a chance to tell her she was special. If only she was certain she could believe them.

Jack brushed his hand along the crease in her forehead. “Stop doubting,” he commented, almost as though he read her mind. Both Sahale and he had an uncommon ability to sense her emotions.

He went with the designer to the front of the shop to pay while the saleslady packed the last of her clothes. “Do you wish to use your new handbag now?” The woman held up the purse to match the shoes Ellen wore. She’d left on the last outfit for traveling.

“Yes, it won’t take me long to switch my things, and you can pack this old one in the case.”

“Beautiful,” Jack said on returning.

Her outfit complete, they left the dress shop and headed to the airport. Their private jet was ready to fly them to DC. What a difference her return was from the way she’d left ten years ago.

She was settled in her seat with Jack beside her when the jet took off. Jack took her hand and looked at the wedding band and engagement ring she’d been given to wear.

“Do you like this style? We want to get a set that will please you.”

“I haven’t said yes.”

“A mere formality, my sweet.”

“We’ll see.”

“We mustn’t forget to use our new names. You did well in the dress shop.”

“That was easy. I kept referring to you as my husband and flashing my rings in front of those hungry-looking women.”

Jack shouted with laughter. “Honey, you don’t have to worry. I’ve gotten my roving days out of me, especially since meeting you. Once we find the woman for us, no one can tempt us away. You’ll learn to trust that one of these days.”

Ellen hoped he was right. She’d seen the happiness Sara and Morgan had found with their husbands. What had surprised her was how much she liked the idea of marrying them both. The only obstacle holding her back from grabbing for her own happy ending was fear, well engrained.

A black limousine met them at the airport. Three men dressed in black suits got out of the car. One of them was Sahale. Ellen smiled at him as he helped her into the back seat. Jack got in on one side and he on the other. She took in a deep breath, enjoying their special scents.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Sahale asked as the car took off along the busy road.

“She wanted to stop after the first few outfits, but I didn’t let her.”

“I’m sure they cost you two a fortune,” Ellen said.

“We can afford pretty much anything you want, short of a huge ocean liner, but we could buy you a small one,” Sahale teased.

She slapped her hand against his hard, muscled thigh. “Be serious.”

“I am. And I can’t wait to get you alone so we can prove it,” Sahale answered.

Heat went straight to her face. She glanced at the two men up front. She heard them chuckle. Darn, they were all too good at hearing the slightest whisper.

Sahale wrapped his hand around hers. She ignored the two of them, or tried. She’d been away from Washington for ten years. It was almost like seeing it for the first time. She was fascinated by the unique buildings and crowds of people walking briskly along the sidewalks.

They pulled up in front of an impressive hotel. Their door was opened. She and Jack were escorted inside to the front desk. Sahale and one of the men from the front seat followed them. Soft music played in the background, and a low hum of voices was heard from around the huge lobby.

Sparkling chandeliers sent prisms of light to every corner. Huge vases filled with exotic flowers sat on marble-topped tables and scented the air. Their escort left them at the desk, where the manager personally greeted them.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Linear. We have the President’s suite ready for you and your entourage.”

“Good. The rest of my staff will be here shortly. Please send them right up. I believe you have the names.” Jack sounded exactly like a rich man used to receiving excellent service.

“But of course, Mr. Linear. If something is not exactly as you wish, contact me immediately. It will be taken care of.”

Jack nodded. “I expect nothing less than perfection.”

Ellen had to bite her lip. In spite of the fear trying to take control, his words made her want to laugh.

She had never seen a hotel suite, much less a Presidential one in the heart of Washington. Double doors opened into a wide foyer and then they walked further onto plush, blue-gray carpet in a large room with floor-length sliding doors to a wide veranda facing the city. The Washington Monument towered nearby.

“Like it?” Sahale put his hands on her shoulders.

She leaned back into his warmth and security. “It’s a beautiful sight. I never saw the city from this angle. We lived in a lovely suburb, but nothing as rich as this.” She indicated the suite behind them.

“Where are the others?” she asked when they walked back in.

“The right side has a smaller living room and several bedrooms off of it. That’s where they’ll stay. To the left is our area.” Sahale took her hand and led her into a small sitting room. The door on the opposite side went into the master bedroom and a very large bath and dressing area.

Jack was hanging his and her clothes up. “The maid wanted to do it. But she’d take too long. We wanted to have a little time alone with our gal.”

Sahale pulled back the satin spread and top covers. Then he walked back to Ellen, where she stood watching them. “This is a lovely outfit, but if you don’t get out of it in the next few minutes, I’ll rip it off.”

She was startled at his gruff tone. Desire had darkened his beautiful eyes. She turned her back to him. “Try not to mess up the zipper. I really like this dress.” She shrugged out of the jacket.

Cool air hit her hot skin as the long zipper went down. Her dress fell to the floor.

“Damn,” Jack said, coming to join them. “I do like those wisps of lace against your creamy skin.”

Sahale stood back to admire her. “We’re going to burn those functional white panties and bras when we get back.”

“I agree,” Jack said.

“No, you don’t. It’s my decision.”

“Nope.” Jack’s warm hands unclasped her bra and flung it to the side. Sahale cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed each pebbled nipple.

Jack pulled her panties down and removed her shoes at the same time. His hands slid up the backs of her legs and massaged her butt, and then he ran a fingertip along her spine.

Desire filled every nerve in her body. Heat flashed through her blood. Moisture seeped from her throbbing pussy. Her hunger for them had blossomed into a voracious need in a matter of minutes. Jack stepped back and threw off his shirt and pants. He’d already removed his jacket.

Sahale devoured her mouth. She tried to keep her thoughts straight long enough to undo his tie, push his jacket off, and rip his shirt open. She sighed when her stimulated breasts lay against his warm chest. His tongue swept around her mouth, tasting and teasing her to match his strokes. Her hand reached up and freed his silky black hair.