Their Virgin Captive

“Hannah likes to play cowboys and captive, doesn’t she?” Gavin asked. “I think the James Gang is going to ride tonight.”

“Dinner can wait,” Dex said. He dove into the pool.

“Hallelujah. She kills me when she wears that bikini. I always just want to strip it off her.” Slade followed his brother.

Gavin shucked the rest of his clothes. He didn’t need them.

The James Gang had a captive, and they weren’t ever going to let her go.