Free Leather and Lust by McKenna Chase Page A

referring to our list of vacation options or your very non-existent sex life?” Lauren asked with a challenging lift of a neatly plucked brow.
     
    Just like Lauren to tell it how it was.
     
    And it definitely was , Jillian thought with a frown. Her sex life had been perfectly normal, at least in her mind, until that fateful afternoon nearly six months before when she’d caught her boyfriend of almost two years fucking his company’s new receptionist in the break room.
     
    Jillian reached for her glass of wine. “What does the lack of sex in my life have to do with my planning our vacation?”
     
    “Face it, Jillian,” Alexis said. “Six months is a long time to go without. Your sexual well has gone dry. And once that happens it’s hard to get passionate about anything. Our vacation included.”
     
    “She’s right,” Lauren agreed with an emphatic nod. “How are you supposed to get excited over exotic, sexually stimulating places when there is no stimulation in your life?” She reached for a handful of brochures, sifting through them. “What you need to do is pick a place, and there’s plenty here to choose from, and make it your goal to go there, hook up with a hot guy, and have wild, crazy sex until you can’t walk straight.”
     
    Alexis agreed with an exuberant nod. “Lauren’s right. You need to start living on the wild side again.”
     
    Jillian grabbed for the open bottle of wine and refilled her glass – to the top. She loved her friends dearly, but hated like hell when they made her reevaluate her sexual hang-ups. Why couldn’t she be more like them and sleep around at leisure? But no, she had to be more a commitment kind of girl. A huge flaw in her otherwise perfect life.
     
    Maybe her friends were right. She needed to loosen up, live more freely, taste the forbidden pleasures her friends were always raving about.
     
    “Alright, I’ll do it,” Jillian announced, raising her wine glass up into the air. “Here’s to a vacation filled with hot, steamy sex!”
     
    Glasses clinked around the coffee table as her friends joined in the toast.
     
    Alexis dropped back against the sofa, wine sloshing over the rim of her glass. “So where are we going?” she asked as her tongue flicked out to catch the tiny pink droplets running down onto her hand.
     
    “If I’m going to start living on the wild side,” Jillian said, feeling good about what she was about to do, “I’m going to go all the way.” She gathered up every single travel brochure and then stood, holding them up in front of her like a fanned out deck of cards.
     
    “What are you doing?” Lauren asked.
     
    “Letting fate decide where I’ll be having my sexual re-awakening this summer. The brochure that lands nearest to me is where we’ll be going this year.” That said, she threw them up into the air above her. Travel pamphlets fluttered to the floor and onto the furniture around them. A few caught on the ceiling fan only to be launched into the air again before finally landing.
     
    Three pairs of eyes shifted to the floor by Jillian’s feet where the closest brochure lay less than an inch from her newly painted pink toenails.
     
    “No,” Lauren gasped.
     
    “Shit,” Alexis said with a groan. “I demand a re-do.”
     
    “Sorry girls,” Jillian said with a smile. “It is what it is. Fate’s sending us to a dude ranch.”
    * * *
    Jillian squirmed, trying to get free of the satin sheet that had tangled itself about her legs while she slept. Despite the cool air sweeping across her bare limbs from the air conditioner seated in her bedroom window, she was hot. But her dreams were even hotter.
     
    The man she’d seduced and had been seduced by in them remained faceless as pieces of her nighttime fantasy flitted through her sleep-dazed mind. And while she’d never seen his face, she’d felt his heated touch. Thorough. Consuming. Her body ached with need. Real need.
     
    Rolling onto her side, she squeezed her