Unbridled Temptation

By: Elle Saint James

Montana Double Riders 1



Prologue


Enclave, Montana



Kendall Forrester clenched his fists, resisting the virulent urge to strike his computer, and to keep pounding on it until he’d reduced the entire machine into pieces the consistency of sand. His premium—and supposedly secure—defense system for the private compound where he lived had been hacked. Hacked! Without even checking a file, or a single security report detail, he took a deep breath, calmly retrieved his cell phone from his front pocket, and called his little brother.

Clay had been largely responsible for helping him construct and place the state-of-the-art system. His brother was legendary, and often named as one of the top security men in the business, if not the very best. With today’s debacle, Clay was apparently not good enough. Because being hacked wasn’t supposed to even be an option with this system. Not ever. And certainly not without a clear trail to the perpetrator. He didn’t know what made him angrier, that someone had dared to hack him or that he didn’t know who it was. Both were equally abhorrent in his agitated state.

Unable to reach Clay after several redials using various phone numbers his equally secretive brother used, Kendall then resisted the urge to squeeze the life out of his phone. Crushing his electronic equipment into unusable scrap metal wouldn’t help the situation. He knew this. But destroying something to quell his anger, while very satisfying in the short term, wouldn’t really diminish his ire. Plus, then he’d have a bunch of useless broken things.

What he really needed was some good old-fashioned, dark and dirty sexual activity to calm his raging nerves. Pounding his cock into a willing submissive woman, bound up for his pleasure and ultimate control, might be the only thing to take the edge off. If only he had a wife or, better yet, a regular female partner for this activity. But he didn’t. He didn’t have the time to nurture a relationship with a wife. The world he’d constructed for himself kept him very busy. Too demanding to tend to a serious commitment.

Besides, he always shared women with his best friend Logan Pearson. He liked ménage sex with no strings attached. Although, they hadn’t found the time to acquire a sexual partner for a threesome romp lately. That had likely been a huge tactical mistake. An even bigger one given his current rage monster outlook on all things electronic.

Kendall sat down, took another deep breath, and called a friend of his brother’s, a man named Dalton. He left a message with Dalton for Clay to call him, but didn’t give any details as to the reason. He’d save that diatribe earful for his brother.

The private walled compound was where all the rich cadre of Old West Town owners lived. They all expected a certain level of privacy and security in this neighborhood. There had certainly been more than one adversary who’d tried to gain access either to voice a deeply held concern or to make trouble. Up to now, all of them had been thwarted and dealt with by the law.

As one of these owners, Kendall took very seriously the responsibility of keeping intruders out, cyber or otherwise.

The door to his office opened and Logan stuck his head in. “Did you find out who hacked the compound security firewall?”

“No.” Kendall was amazed the single syllable came out of his mouth so calmly. “I did not.”

Logan stepped inside and closed the door. “Well, did you get a hold of Clay?”

“No. Not yet.”

His friend crossed the room, seated himself across from Kendall in the other chair next to his desk, and smiled. “Do you want to crush something electronic into smithereens?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. But I’ve resisted. I know it won’t really help.” Kendall released a long sigh and with it went half of his anger. Logan could usually read his mind on any given day. Which was handy for many things, including ménage sex with eager, restrained women seeking temporary fulfillment and not permanent ties of commitment. Good, bad, or ugly, those were his chosen lifestyle parameters.

Unlike his brother Clay, who’d already been down the aisle once in wedded bliss and was actively seeking a second trip, Kendall liked being a bachelor and playing the field. He was lucky he’d found Logan to fuel their ménage sex fantasies, and who also felt the same way regarding permanence in relationships. Although, Logan was mostly hurt after the first love of his life had callously stomped on his heart years ago. He’d also once been headed toward the marriage path and all that entailed, but no more.

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