Chapter Seven
Imagine, I’d found myself a dominant lover who wasn’t a complete asshole when he wasn’t having s*x. No creepy energy. No festering wounds, leaking venom on those around him. I’d never had a man like this. Although the fact that I’d had few men but Ryder to compare him with may have worked in Lawton’s favor. Even so, I think my instincts with him were pretty right on. I had nothing to fear from Lawton but my own submissive inclinations, and he became a master of those in very short order.
I knew from Bessie and those in town that he was a rich rancher, but I had no idea exactly what that meant until he started sharing bits of his life with me; he was obviously easing me in gently.
Second date – he took me out for pizza and beer, then we spent nearly an hour making out like
