Free Drawn to You by Erin Lark

Drawn to You
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    Erin Lark
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    PUBLISHED BY:
    Erin Lark
    Drawn to You
    Copyright © 2013 by Erin Lark
    Cover art © 2013 Erin Lark
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    “T rust me.”
    It was the last thing Terry said before we filed into the pickup and made our way to God-knows-where. Of course I trusted her, but whenever she got that whimsical look in her eye, I knew she was up to no good. The woman had a radar for things I loved and could usually pick up on them before I did. Still, waking up before the crack of dawn and being asked to pack a few essentials, I had to wonder what we were getting ourselves into.
    I knew better than to ask questions. If I refused to go along with her game, I'd probably regret it later. So, after throwing our bags in the back, I sat in the driver’s seat and followed the less-than-enthusiastic voice on the GPS.
    Terry stared out her window and picked at a fingernail, all the while completely oblivious to my noticing it. Out of all the trips she’d planned, I’d never known her to be nervous. I was usually the one wiggling in my chair with knots in my stomach.
    I reached across the console and took her hand in mine. I gave it a squeeze, and when she met my gaze, I offered her a reassuring smile. “It can’t be that bad.”
    She returned my smile, but it was forced. “It isn’t. Just—it’s off-road.”
    I lifted my brows. “Oh! Camping?”
    Now her smile was genuine. “Not telling.” She went back to fidgeting.
    I smirked, then turned my attention to the road ahead.
    Turn right in two hundred feet, the GPS said.
    I swallowed.
    One hundred and fifty.
    I slowed the car and searched for any signs that may clue me in on where we were heading.
    One hundred.
    “A dirt road?” I looked in Terry’s direction and studied her reflection in the passenger side window. Her brow was furrowed. “Babe?”
    She jumped when I set a hand on her leg. “Hmm?”
    “You’re worrying me.”
    Turn here.
    I turned the car onto a dirt road that must’ve only been wide enough for one vehicle, but with grass on either side, it was easy to see passing a car coming from the other direction wouldn’t be a problem.
    I gripped the steering wheel and eyed a sign overhead as we drove under it. Second Chance Ranch. Great, just what I need—horses. I'd ridden in the past, but it had been eons since then and if I remembered correctly, Terry hadn't ridden one at all.
    I was just starting to consider the idea of riding along some dirt trails with her when the road opened up to an even larger parking lot. Numerous cars were parked every which way and appeared to be waiting on our arrival.
    I searched the surrounding area. There were no animals in sight, but my heart skipped at what I did see.
    Not horses. People. Many of them women. Chains, leather, cuffs...my cheeks burned, and not because of the local wildlife either.  She couldn't honestly think I'd be into this kind of thing, could she?
    “Terry...” I looked at her. Studied her wavering smile. Her reddening cheeks.
    “Surprise,” she said in a very small voice. She seemed to have shrunk in her chair.
    I cleared my throat and averted my gaze when a woman in nothing more than a collar and chain passed my side of the car. “Sure this is the right place?” I wasn’t sure if stepping outside was such a good idea.
    We'd never experimented with power play of any kind. Terry herself was as vanilla as one could get. And I liked her that way.
    She wet her lips, looked right at me and held my hands. “How many women have you kissed?”
    My throat tightened. “What does that—”
    “Humor me.”
    I exhaled and rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand. “Two.”
    “And how many have you taken to bed with you?”
    I shivered as a chill ran down my spine. “Just you. But you already kne—”
    “I know.” Her voice was lighter now. Not free of nerves, but not nearly as wound up as before. “Just humor me, okay? You said you trust me.”
    “Of