A Collar for Copper [Tropical Doms 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read online

  Tropical Doms 1

  A Collar for Copper

  Recently appointed representative in Hawaii by the law firm she works for, career woman Copper Jones isn't happy when she arrives. Everything goes wrong, and even her driver, Emmett Davis, seems intent to irk the hell out of her. But annoying though he is, when he orders rather than asks her to go out for dinner with him, she's intrigued. During the evening Emmett tells her that he's a Dom. Sensing that she is hiding a submissive side, he suggests she go home with him and let him teach her about the BDSM lifestyle and being a submissive.

  Fascinated, Copper goes with him and meets Shawn Gerber, Emmett's other established sub and lover. After indulging in a sinful night together, Emmett reveals that he and Shawn want to have a ménage relationship involving a woman, but can it really be that simple to put a collar on Copper?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 20,156 words

  A COLLAR FOR COPPER

  Tropical Doms 1

  Shae Mathews

  MENAGE AND MORE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on your own personal computer or device. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. If you do not want this book anymore, you must delete it from your computer.

  WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  If you find a Siren-BookStrand e-book being sold or shared illegally, please let us know at

  [email protected]

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  IMPRINT: Ménage and More

  A COLLAR FOR COPPER

  Copyright © 2013 by Shae Mathews

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-904-2

  First E-book Publication: May 2013

  Cover design by Harris Channing

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2013 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  PUBLISHER

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  Letter to Readers

  Dear Readers,

  If you have purchased this copy of A Collar for Copper by Shae Mathews from BookStrand.com or its official distributors, thank you. Also, thank you for not sharing your copy of this book.

  Regarding E-book Piracy

  This book is copyrighted intellectual property. No other individual or group has resale rights, auction rights, membership rights, sharing rights, or any kind of rights to sell or to give away a copy of this book.

  The author and the publisher work very hard to bring our paying readers high-quality reading entertainment.

  This is Shae Mathews’s livelihood. It’s fair and simple. Please respect Ms.Mathews’s right to earn a living from her work.

  Amanda Hilton, Publisher

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  www.BookStrand.com

  DEDICATION

  Really, what are the chances of finding not only one, but two people you love and who then love you and each other as well? I don’t know, but I’m dedicating this book to the chance of it happening, no matter how small this chance may be.

  A COLLAR FOR COPPER

  Tropical Doms 1

  SHAE MATHEWS

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  Copper Jones was hot. Not in the sexy way, unfortunately. No, she was hot in the sweating, blouse-sticks-to-back, and soaked-panties-are-riding-up way. Fanning herself with a magazine she’d grabbed on the plane, she looked around. Her driver should have been waiting for her, but no matter how much she craned her neck, she couldn’t detect anyone holding up a sign with her name on it. She huffed and resisted the urge to stomp her foot.

  Instead, she plucked her phone from her purse and switched it on. Time to call her PA Anastasia and let her deal with this. Just as she hit 1 on speed dial, she noticed the small icon in the upper left corner. No network. Copper stared at it, annoyed. The guy from the firm’s IT department had reassured her that she’d have network access all over the world, but of course, the first time she went abroad, it didn’t work.

  Glaring at the phone, she did stomp her foot. Just a bit. Not biting her fingernail was a tic much harder to resist, even though she’d given up that habit over a decade ago, right before she’d started university. She glanced at the clock on the wall and winced. It was already a quarter past twelve. Her flight had been delayed by over an hour, but she would have still had enough time to meet the driver and get taken across town to the courthouse where she had to represent the firm in one of those cases that basically only required the presence of a lawyer. Any lawyer, not necessarily a good one.

  Technically, it shouldn’t have been her as she was hopelessly overqualified, but when the firm had needed a representative in Hawaii the partners had chosen her. The reason for that was screamingly obvious, but of course she knew better than to complain. The other lawyers were mostly male and mostly great chums with the partners, so sending one of them out of the country meant that some dates for golfing would have had to be rescheduled. Sighing, Copper pushed her long, feathery, and now frizzy fringe back.

  She’d really hoped to have moved beyond the stage of being second-class just because she didn’t have a penis dangling between her legs. God knew, she had worked hard enough for it, putting in longer hours than any of the guys. And yet, they were back in England, playing golf and enjoying dinner parties while she was in this awful, overheated hothouse with her skirt glued to her legs and sweat building little rivulets along her spine and on the insides of her thighs.

  She was supposed to spend a lot of time in this beautiful, tropical paradise during the upcoming months, starting with a two-week stay until the court case was settled and she hated to think what else was going to go wrong. Even worse, with her pale complexion she would be at a constant risk of getting sunburn. She was a delicate English rose and felt entirely out of place in this exotic setting.

  There was an information desk at the other end of the arrival hall, and Copper walked toward it, hoping that the dark-grey fabric of her clothes didn’t have sweat stains yet. One wheel of the small suitcase she was dragging behind her got caught, almost dislocating her arm when it was yanked back brutally.

  “Ouch!” she shrieked and bit back the curse that wanted out afterward. Even if it was unlikely that anyone was around who knew her, she had to maintain appearances. No one would be impressed by a woman in a fifteen-hundred-pounds business suit swearing
like a sailor, regardless of how much her arm hurt.

  Rubbing her shoulder, she tugged at the suitcase’s handle again. It didn’t move. She bit back another curse and pulled harder, but the wheel had gotten stuck in a metal drainage grill in the floor. Fantastic. Just as she muttered a colourful curse under her breath, she felt a light brush of an arm against her own.

  “Need a hand with that?” a male voice enquired.

  “Yes!” she hissed, startled and more than a little embarrassed when she realised that her ungraceful moment had apparently been observed.

  A tanned, lightly furred hand reached past her and came to rest beside her own fingers as they curled around the handle. She hadn’t looked up yet, partly because she didn’t want the stranger to see her blush, partly because she felt that he was way too close to her, which meant that if she tilted her face to him, she’d be practically nose to nose with him. Letting go of the handle, she angled herself away from him, but she could still feel the gush of breath he exhaled as he yanked her suitcase free.

  “Here you go, precious,” the man rasped somewhere behind Copper’s ear.

  “Thank you,” she said coolly and turned around.

  The first thing she noticed was a pair of the most amazing, bright-blue eyes she’d ever seen. Blue as the summer sky. They were a stark contrast to the caramel-coloured skin around them. She swallowed as she followed the sharp lines of the man’s cheekbones down to the curve of his mouth. He was smiling, and his teeth were very white amidst the black stubble that coated his jaw.

  Copper dropped her gaze and licked her lips. This guy was in a different league than the groomed, sleek university graduates she worked with. Everything about him spelled trouble. Peeking, she took in cutoff jeans shorts and a white, loose-fitting and crinkled shirt. That was all he was wearing. Oh, and a string of leather with what looked like a shark’s tooth dangling from it around his neck.

  She rolled her eyes. Admittedly, the man was attractive in his unkempt, rough, bad boy way and the sight of him set off a not unpleasant throb in that place between her legs, but she didn’t have time for that. She never had time for that.

  “You’re very welcome, precious,” the man rasped and licked his lips. Copper identified his dialect as English, so apparently she’d just bumped into a compatriot.

  Watching his tongue glide across the pink flesh, she couldn’t help but wonder what its sweep would feel like across her flesh. Her lips. Her…lips. Her clit. She shuddered and hastily looked away.

  “That would be all,” she snapped when, after a moment, he still took up far too much of her personal space.

  He gave a throaty and unfairly sexy chuckle that only reinforced the throbbing sensation in her pussy, and she bit her lip, horrified at the realisation that she’d been close to moaning. What the hell was wrong with her? Apart from not having had a lover in…She didn’t have the heart to do the counting.

  “Would it now?” the stranger asked with an amused tone in his voice.

  “Well…yes.”

  “Hmm.” She could tell that he shrugged by the way the lapels of his shirt twitched. “Okay. If you say so.”

  “I do.” She made herself look up and meet his eyes. She was a hard-as-nails lawyer after all, not some insecure, little bimbo who got incoherent at the sight of a well-built man’s chest. She stared at the milk-coffee triangle of skin that peeked out between the open sides of his shirt at his neck.

  “Just out of interest—your name isn’t by any chance Copper Jones, is it?”

  She darted her eyes up to meet his. “How do you know?”

  Flashing those ridiculous white teeth again, he shrugged and said, “I figured that the only woman wearing a business suit in this climate would be the lawyer person I’m supposed to meet.”

  “Were supposed to meet,” Copper snapped. “Over an hour ago.”

  His smile didn’t falter. “Yeah, well, your flight was delayed, so I went for a coffee with some friends.”

  “And now you’re late. I am late. And getting later by the minute.” Furious, Copper wheeled around on her heel and marched off toward the exit. She forced herself not to look back and check if he followed her. He’d just have to, wouldn’t he?

  She made it through the revolving doors, and tropical heat hit her like a wall. If she’d been sweating before, she now was about a minute away from melting. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and moisture seeped from her scalp. It drenched her hair, ran down her neck, collected between her shoulder blades, and trickled down her spine. At this rate she was going to be soaked within minutes and likely to stew in her own juices afterward.

  “Oi, precious!”

  Copper spun around. “Stop calling me that!”

  He didn’t bat an eyelid. “Just sayin’—car’s over there.” He jerked his thumb to a parking area at the side of the building.

  “Great. What are you waiting for, then?”

  “For you to move your pert, little bottom out of my way, precious,” he said with a cheerful grin.

  Sighing, she rolled her eyes and marched off in the direction of the car park. She resisted the urge to look back at him again. The sound of his steps followed her along. That was enough.

  “Here we are,” he announced just as she had walked past a heap of scrap metal. She spun around.

  “That?”

  “Yep.”

  The heap—car—next to him was beyond description and probably beyond repair, too.

  “Are you sure this is even safe?”

  He tilted his head. “Of course it is. And now stop tapping your foot, precious, and get in.”

  Hmph. She hadn’t even realised she’d been tapping her foot. So much for trying to do the powerful, tough businesswoman routine. Sure, she was powerful and tough, and brilliant at her job, but those around her barely seemed to realise that. Biting her lip, she closed her eyes briefly and got in the car.

  It was hot. Baking hot. Copper knew that by now not only her panties and bra were soaked. She tried to inconspicuously check for stained armpits, but as soon as she moved, her driver turned his head to her, so she redirected the motion into tucking a loose, damp strand of hair back behind her ear and then looking out of the window.

  The scenery was beautiful, and she would have loved to take the time to fully appreciate it, but she was running out of time. Helpless without her phone, she glanced at the dashboard but gave up trying to discover the clock under all the dust quickly.

  “What’s the time?” she asked.

  “Almost one.”

  Her stomach tightened. “Can’t you drive faster? I’m running seriously late!”

  “No can do. Traffic is a bitch this time of day.”

  “Then take a shortcut or something. I don’t want to lose this case just because my driver failed to get me there on time.”

  He turned to her with an indulgent smile on his lips. “Precious, you’re the lawyer,” he drawled. “They’re not gonna start without you, you know.”

  “Oh, great. And how would you know that?

  Shrugging, he looked at the road again. “Not the first time I’m driving one of you hotshots.”

  Hotshots. If only.

  “Besides, I’m not just your driver. I’m actually a corporate lawyer, too, but I like to help out when I can.”

  Copper raised her eyebrows. “You are a lawyer?”

  “Yes.” Following her gaze when she assessed his very casual clothes, he grinned. “It’s the climate. You’ll get used to it. By tomorrow morning you’ll probably be in the nude.”

  Oh, the cheek of him! Glaring at him, she ignored his last inappropriate comment and said icily, “Well, I guess you’re giving me more credit than I deserve. I’m afraid I’m not important enough and they would actually start without me.”

  “No, they won’t.”

  Copper had had enough of this silly argument. “If you say so.” She folded her arms across her chest and stared out the window.

  Several minutes passed in silence, a
nd the landscape kept slipping by. It was really a breathtakingly beautiful country, Copper noticed.

  They were driving through a suburban area, but there was a vegetation overload, and every now and then, she caught a glimpse of blue sea in the gaps between houses. Blue like her companion’s mesmerising eyes, Copper thought and suppressed a groan. So what. He did have amazing eyes. And an amazing face. Gorgeous body, too. Shifting her gaze a little, she caught a square inch or so of muscular, brown leg. It was doused in downy-looking, sun-bleached hair. Her heart gave a little jolt inside her chest, and she jerked her eyes back to the far less dangerous sight of the landscape outside.

  After another few minutes, her driver pulled up in front of a low, wide building and switched off the engine. “Here we are, precious,” he announced, sounding as cheerful as ever. Copper pushed the door open and swung her legs out of the car. As she pushed to her feet, she realised too late that her sweat-dampened skirt had ridden up to almost past her arse. She tugged at it frantically, but for a few horrifying moments, it refused to give and slide back down.

  “I hope that wasn’t a statement.” The driver grinned up at her from his side of the car.

  “It soon will be,” Copper snapped, and gathering what was left of her dignity around her, she strode off toward the entrance.

  Chapter 2

  The court hearing was, as expected, routine. The most exciting moment about it was when Copper realised that she’d forgotten to get her suitcase from the car. Of course she noticed it midway through her final speech which resulted in her stumbling over her words, but she covered it up and finished like the professional she was.