Page 44 of The Trail Boss

Roxie’s pulse raced as Gavin led her into one of the private rooms, the door closing softly behind them. The space was lit by the soft glow of flickering candles, their warm light reflecting off the sleek leather and polished wood of the equipment within. At the center of the room stood a St. Andrew’s Cross, its dark frame imposing.

Her breath caught as she looked up at Gavin, her nerves warring with the heat pooling low in her belly. “What are we doing?”

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I want to show you something,” he said softly. “But only if you trust me.”

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “I do.”

“Good,” he said, his eyes darkening with intent. “Then let’s begin.”

Minutes later, Roxie stood naked against the cross, her wrists and ankles secured in soft leather cuffs. The blindfold Gavin had tied gently over her eyes heightened every sound, every shift in the air around her. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she felt his presence move closer, the warmth of his body a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room.

“Relax,” Gavin murmured, his deep voice washing over her. “This is about trust. About feeling.”

She nodded, her lips parting as her breath came faster.

The first sensation was cool and sharp—a piece of ice tracing a line along her collarbone, then down her arm. Roxie gasped, her skin tingling as the ice melted against her heated flesh.

Next came the faint prickle of the vampire glove, its tiny spikes dragging lightly over her exposed skin. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, her body arching slightly in response.

“You’re doing so well,” Gavin said, his voice low and soothing.

Then came the feather, its soft, teasing caress trailing along her stomach and hips, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. She felt her cheeks flush, the combination of sensations leaving her both vulnerable and achingly aware of her body.

The hum of the violet wand filled the room next, its faint crackle sparking anticipation. Gavin ran it gently along her arm, the tiny electric pulses dancing over her skin like champagne bubbles and leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice a mix of authority and tenderness.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Good,” he said, his tone laced with approval. “You’re incredible, Roxie. So strong. So beautiful.”

His words, combined with the sensations he orchestrated, sent her over the edge of her composure. She surrendered completely, her body pliant and responsive under his touch as he worked his way all over her body, answering questions and bringing her to the edge of orgasm, and then he stopped.

When the scene was over, Gavin set the tools aside and moved to her, his hands warm and steady as he began releasing the restraints. The blindfold was the last to come off, and as Roxie blinked up at him, her vision adjusting to the dim light, she saw nothing but pride and adoration in his eyes.

“You were perfect,” he said, brushing a thumb along her cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

Her chest tightened at his words, tears springing to her eyes even as a smile broke across her face. “I couldn’t have done this without you,” she whispered.

Gavin leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. “You’ve always had it in you, Rox. You just needed someone to show you.”

She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well, you’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” Gavin murmured, his lips curving into a smile against hers. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Roxie felt a sense of peace she hadn’t known in years. This wasn’t just the end of her past—it was the beginning of something new. Something stronger. Something hers.

Gavin helped her back into her corset and boy shorts and proved he had a deft hand with the laces. She felt gorgeous, feminine and powerful. Her hands fidgeted at her sides, and she forced herself to still them. Tonight wasn’t just about trust—it was about something far deeper.

The air in the Iron Spur felt electric, every detail heightened by the soft glow of candlelight. Roxie stood barefoot on the polished concrete floor, her breath coming faster as she watched Gavin. He stood just a few feet away, his intense eyes locked on hers, his presence commanding yet filled with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

“Are you nervous?” Gavin asked, his voice low, rich, and filled with a quiet amusement that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yes,” Roxie admitted with a laugh, her lips curving despite the fluttering in her chest. “But not in a bad way.”

Gavin’s lips tilted into a faint smile as he stepped closer, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. He reached for her hand, his touch warm and grounding. “You don’t need to be nervous,” he said softly. “This is about us. About everything we’ve been through to get here.”

Her breath hitched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. When he opened it, the roomseemed to shrink, all her focus narrowing to what lay inside: a stunning sapphire-and-diamond collar. The sapphires sparkled like deep blue flames, interspersed with the brilliance of smaller diamonds that caught the candlelight. It was exquisite, breathtaking—and so much more than she’d imagined.

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