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  Winchester, Arizona 3

  The Devil Wears Spurs

  Jade Flowers has her hands full with five men. Convincing Bane Kennedy to share her permanently won’t be easy. Things get even more complicated when she discovers a sixth mate in Patrick O’Hara, Doc’s submissive.

  But her damaged cowboy, Stetson Brooks, is still haunted by the past. Doc McClellan, Sawyer Brooks, and Kellan Brooks encourage Jade to persuade Stetson to train her as his submissive in hopes that he’ll eventually join their ménage.

  Stetson Brooks fights his desire to dominate Jade, convinced she can’t handle him. But when a ghost from his past comes back from the dead seeking revenge, Stetson decides to be her Dom and make a baby with Jade in hopes that the woman he loves will have something to remember him by when he’s gone.

  Stetson discovers that his enemy isn’t the only thing that’s been resurrected. Dark needs long buried in Stetson’s past have also emerged. Needs only Doc can fulfill.

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.

  Note: This book contains dubious consent.

  Note: This is Book 3 of the Winchester, Arizona series. These books are not stand-alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 111,795 words

  THE DEVIL WEARS SPURS

  Winchester, Arizona 3

  Zoey Marcel

  LOVEXTREME

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  THE DEVIL WEARS SPURS

  Copyright © 2013 by Zoey Marcel

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62740-549-2

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  About the Author

  THE DEVIL WEARS SPURS

  Winchester, Arizona 3

  ZOEY MARCEL

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  Fourteen years ago – Winchester, Arizona

  Stetson Brooks stood under the cold, unfeeling sky of steel, almost oblivious to the rumble of thunder in the distance. The funeral was over and everyone had left, abandoned the beloved school teacher to her underground tomb and went about their worthless lives. He was twenty-three, but he felt as dead as the woman in the ground.

  Lisa had been more than a teacher to him. She was his first love, the only woman he’d ever been with. She’d made him a man. Moreover she’d made him her Dom.

  He clenched his fists by his sides in unrestrained rage. Lisa had been murdered. Of that he had no doubt. The problem was she’d had no enemies and he couldn’t think of a single person who would want the sweet woman dead.

  He’d come into the house that awful day and found a lamp and shit knocked over like there had been a struggle, though not as bad a one as he would have thought. The door had been unlocked, too, which wasn’t like her. Her neck had been broken, but the absence of fingerprints suggested that the killer had worn gloves. Nothing was stolen and the autopsy had revealed that Lisa was not raped. The person, whoever it was, had come there with the sole purpose of killing her.

  Stetson’s eyes flooded with tears as he stood at Lisa’s grave. It started to rain, but he honestly didn’t give a shit.

  Footsteps made smooth crunches in the grass as someone approached him from behind. Stetson remained focused on the grave, spying Vincent Malone’s form from his periphery as the older man stood next to him.

  “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  Stetson said nothing.

  “Is there anything I can do for you?”

  “Yeah, you can put a bullet in my head.”

  The older man’s hand came to rest on Stetson’s shoulder. “You’re the last person I would ever hurt, Stetson. I love you too much to cause you suffering. You know that.”

  Stetson took the tissue his mentor handed him and wiped away the soggy trails off his face.

  Vincent’s hand moved downward to stroke his back while standing next to
him. “She was a good woman. Maybe in time you’ll find another submissive.”

  “Lisa wasn’t my sub. She was my slave.”

  Vincent’s hand stopped stroking Stetson’s back for a moment before resuming the comforting caress. His eyes turned darker, contemplative. “I thought as much. You should have told me, Stetson. You always told me all your secrets before you got involved with her.”

  “No one knew about our Master/slave relationship. We kept it to ourselves.” Stetson’s voice cracked as a fresh rush of tears poured from his eyes. “I wish we’d had a baby together. At least I’d have a part of her with me.”

  “You told me she didn’t want children.”

  “She didn’t. I couldn’t change her mind about that.”

  Vincent stepped in front of Stetson and gave him a stern look, voice sharp and suave as usual. “I should cane you for settling for less than you deserve. I didn’t train you as a Dominant for two years only to have you lop off your testicles and throw away your dreams for your so-called perfect woman.”

  “Lisa was worth giving up a chance at fatherhood for.”

  “You didn’t even get a vasectomy like she wanted you to. Clearly you still held on to the hope of having children someday.”

  “I really wanted a family.” Stetson shook his head, eyes burning. “There’s this god-awful hole inside me. What the hell am I supposed to fill it with?”

  The older man pulled him into a firm hug, running his hand up Stetson’s nape. “You fill it with someone else, someone better for you.”

  “She was good for me.” Stetson pulled away and hardened himself, refusing to be comforted.

  “Your perfect match would share your desire to procreate and your ideal slave would permit you to brand her because she would know how much doing so would mean to you,” Vincent countered. “Come to the saloon with me. We don’t have to talk, but you need a stiff drink.”

  Stetson nodded and sniffled, walking up to the tombstone and ran his fingers over the gritty, smooth stone. “Good-bye, my Lisa.”

  The older man, who stood at his height at six foot two, waited for him, dressed in all-black just as Stetson was.

  “How does whiskey sound?”

  “Sounds fine.” Stetson mopped up his face with the tissue. “Thanks, Vinny.”

  * * * *

  One year later

  Stetson stared idly into his glass of whiskey without really seeing it. This had been the longest year of his life, but tonight crippled him. He downed the liquor, embracing its calming warmth as he sat on the couch in perfect silence across from the chair where his mentor sat.

  The older man’s thick silver hair betrayed the years his clean-shaven face seemed to hide. He’d looked that way since Stetson first met him. Somehow the man never seemed to get any older. He wore a black suit like he often did, which further complemented the elegant authority in his manner. His dark eyes were deep and expressive as he watched Stetson.

  “I miss her,” Stetson said quietly.

  “I know you do.”

  He shook his head, trying to combat the threatening mist in his eyes. “I remember the first day I walked into English class in high school and saw her I was hooked.”

  The older man rose and then refilled Stetson’s glass with whiskey. “Yes, you told me.”

  Stetson managed to smile through the pain. “When I asked Lisa out she said I was too young, but she’d wait for me. Then after graduation I tried again and she said she’d just been trying to let me down easy because I was so young. She told me she wanted a dominant man.”

  His mentor handed him the glass. “And you approached me in the club asking me to train you as a Dominant. A privilege I have always been grateful for.”

  Stetson smiled at the memory. “You were one hell of a teacher.”

  Vincent Malone had spent two years training Stetson as a Dominant. He’d played with a couple of submissives to gain experience, but Stetson had saved his virginity for Lisa. When he asked her out again after his training she’d said yes.

  Vincent’s eyes twinkled and the corners of his mouth hitched slightly with mischief when he sat back down. “Whipping you was necessary to help you understand what a submissive feels on the receiving end.” His eyes became somehow darker and his voice changed. “Your ability to take pain is remarkable.”

  “Are you sure you weren’t just trying to punish me for all the times I was a brat back when I was a kid?” Stetson teased.

  Vinny brought his glass to his lips, seeming amused. “Yes, Stetson, that’s exactly why I did it.” He took a drink before speaking again. “You were a good kid. Sawyer was the hellion as a teenager. God only knows what he was like as a child.”

  Stetson’s lips twitched, but sorrow pulled him back down. “Lisa and I were together three years. She was the only woman I’ve ever been with.”

  Vincent’s dark eyes flickered in Stetson’s direction. “You haven’t fucked in a year?”

  Stetson frowned. “That’s what you got from this conversation?”

  The older man gave him a half smile and reached for his glass. “You know I have nothing but sympathy for you. Who else has the courage to give you pain when you need it most?”

  The word pain reminded Stetson of why he’d come to Vinny tonight, but it could wait. Sometimes just having his mentor listen to him was enough to ease Stetson’s troubled soul. Other times he required pain to alleviate his emotional distress.

  “You’re a good friend. You and Doc have always been the strongholds of my life.” Stetson gazed down into his glass. “How fucked up is it that I’m closer to you and him than my own family?”

  His best friend, Val McClellan was studying to be a dentist. Stetson and his brothers had nicknamed him Doc ever since.

  “It means the world to me that your first instinct is to turn to me in your times of need.”

  Stetson set his glass down. “You and Doc are the best listeners I’ve come across.”

  Vinny seemed annoyed as he held his glass on the armrest and tapped his fingers on his thigh with his other hand. “Your little friend might be a good listener, but he can’t give you what you need when the pain gets very bad. Only I can do that. You need it bad tonight. I can see it in your eyes.”

  Stetson leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees and he buried his face in his hands. “I should have been there.”

  A screech told him the older man moved his chair closer. Big, masculine hands that were rough with use and slightly weathered with maturity gently pulled Stetson’s wrists down to move his hands off his face.

  “You have to stop looking back. Asking why it happened will get you nowhere, neither will blaming yourself for something beyond your control.”

  Stetson’s throat ached and his eyes spilled over. “It hurts so much. Make it stop.”

  “I had a feeling you would stop by tonight. I bought you a chainmail flogger.” Vincent brushed away Stetson’s tears. “The pain will be more intense, but you need it.”

  Stetson nodded, wiping his eyes. “Thanks.”

  Vinny stood and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to go set up. When you’re ready come into the room and take your shirt off.”

  Stetson nodded. “You haven’t mentioned anything to anyone have you?”

  “No, Stetson. I haven’t told anyone. I gave you my word.”

  “I would flagellate myself, but it hurts more when you do it.”

  “You could get severely injured on your own. You need me.” Vinny rubbed Stetson’s shoulder and his pinky traced a line up Stetson’s tendon, sending a subtle shiver over the nerves in his skin. “I told you I’m willing to give you whatever you need. I would even sound you if you promise not to come onto me.”

  Stetson felt cold when he suddenly realized his mentor must have somehow figured out his fascination with sounding. He’d never tried it, but he’d seen Vinny sounding a man at Swifty’s Britches before and wondered what it felt like.

  “How did—”
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  “Did you think I didn’t see you watching me sound that man in the club, or notice that you were looking through a catalog of them a while back?” Vinny sounded amused.

  Stetson blushed. “I didn’t know you knew.”

  “Did you purchase any?”

  “No. I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that without any training.”

  Vinny’s tone dropped to a serious hush. “I have experience with that.”

  The offer was tempting, but it was bound to be weird letting a friend see such a personal part of him.

  “I know you do.” Stetson stood and walked away from the other man, trying to shake his discomfort. “It’s just about pain. When I come to you it’s not for sex or pleasure.”

  Vinny’s voice changed. “I’m aware of that. I have never taken advantage of you. I’ve only given you what you needed and asked for nothing in return.”

  “I’m sorry.” Stetson averted his eyes. “I trust you completely. It’s just…is it weird for you giving your best friend’s son pain to help me cope with loss?”

  Vincent’s features softened as he approached Stetson. “Not at all.” He placed a reassuring hand on Stetson’s face. “You’re only twenty-four. It’s natural that you would see things in terms of black and white. When you get to be my age you’ll come to realize how much gray matter there is in life.”

  His hand swiveled around to run up Stetson’s nape, fingers splaying in his hair.

  “It’s a ridiculous misconception that seeing another man’s penis or having contact with it during an instructional BDSM moment is going to alter your orientation.”

  Stetson managed a weak smile. “I wasn’t worried about that.”