Boots and Twisters

by Myla Jackson

She raised her other arm and pointed to a spot on the side of her chin. “There.”

  Isaac laughed and kissed her there, careful not to hurt her.

  Then she touched her finger to her lips and peeked through lowered eyelids. “There.”

  Trent bent at the same time as Isaac and their heads collided. He backed up and motioned for his brother. “You first.”

  Isaac claimed her lips in a gentle kiss. When he came up, he said. “One is not enough.”

  “Tell me about it,” she whispered, her gaze going to Trent.

  He leaned over her and kissed her, his tongue pushing through to slide along hers. Despite nearly being killed, maybe because she’d nearly died, she tasted like heaven.

  No, it was because she was Lucky.

  “Hey, let her breathe.”

  Isaac’s hand on his shoulder made him pull back. “I’m sorry.”

  Lucky lay with her eyes closed, the corners of her lips turned up. “Didn’t hear me complainin’, did you?”

  Trent laughed. “Lucky Albright, I’m convinced.”

  “About what, cowboy?”

  “That the day you showed up at the Ugly Stick Saloon was the luckiest day of my life.” Trent kissed her on the lips again, in a brief, happy kiss.

  “And mine,” Isaac agreed. “We had been talking about you before you even showed up.”

  “You did?” Her eyes opened, a small frown denting her forehead. “How’s that?”

  Jackson laughed. “Trent and Isaac were listing the qualities they expected in the perfect woman.”

  “And there you were,” Isaac said.

  Lucky’s mouth twisted. “Wrecking Audrey’s truck and her storeroom of liquor.”

  Audrey laughed softly, slipping into Jackson’s arms. “All of that can be replaced.” She smiled down at Lucky. “Can I safely say that my new employee will be back on the job as soon as she’s feeling up to it?”

  Lucky glanced up at Trent and Isaac. “I don’t know.”

  “If you’re asking if she’s staying,” Trent said, “the answer is yes.”

  “Damn right she is.” Isaac brought her hand to his lips. “We kind of like having her around and think she’ll be around as long as she can stand the two of us.”

  Audrey’s eyes lit up. “So that’s how it is? Well then, congratulations.”

  Trent smiled at Isaac and held out his hand. “To partnerships.”

  Isaac grinned. “To not selling our home.”

  Lucky placed her hand over their combined hands. “How about to making it a home?”

  “Agreed,” both Trent and Isaac said at once.

  Lucky tried to sit up.

  Trent laid a hand on her shoulder. “Not yet. Let the medics take care of you. We need you in top shape when you come back.”

  “So that I can shovel horse manure and build fences.”

  “Of course,” Trent said, giving her a teasing look. “No, really, you’re going to have all you can handle keeping up with the two of us.”

  Lucky lay back, smiling. “I’ll be up for the challenge. Will you two be?”

  Epilogue

  “Trent, Isaac! Where are you?” Lucky entered the house after her trip to town. “Mona sends her love. We need to hurry or we’ll be late for the party fundraiser at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Audrey got us front-row seats for the concert.”

  FEMA had set up shop on the outskirts of Temptation, bringing with it help for those who’d lost their homes and businesses.

  Mona had rented a portable building for her beauty shop while hers was being rebuilt and Bunny had a matching portable right next to hers.

  Slowly but surely the resilient people of Temptation had come together and were rebuilding.

  Lucky was proud to be one of them.

  “I saw Barbara, Nan, Aaron and Emma at the store. They all told me to say hello. They want you to come to the next garden club meeting.”

  She checked in the living room, the kitchen and was heading down the hallway when she heard sounds from the bedroom.

  A guarded shh sound came from behind the master bedroom door.

  Lucky grinned. She loved sharing a bedroom with the two of them, the king-sized bed perfect for them to sleep or whatever they wanted to do in it.

  The whatever was the fun part and thoughts of all the possibilities had her body heating. She toed off her boots and set them to the side of the door.

  By the time she shimmied out of her jeans, she was fully turned on and ready for the two of them. She yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Wearing nothing but her bra and panties, she twisted the doorknob. “Ready or not, here I come.” Thrusting the door open she stepped inside, her bare feet tickled by rose petals spread all over the floor.

  “What’s this?” She stared around the room. The curtains had been drawn, making the room dark. Candles had been lit all around, the scent of sandalwood filling the air and, down the center of the mattress was a layer of the red rose petals. The best part was that both men stood naked on either side of the king-sized bed.

  “What’s the occasion?” she said, loving the feel of the petals against her feet.

  Isaac smiled. “Our two-month anniversary since you came to live with us.”

  “You’re over dressed for the occasion. It’s clothing restricted,” Trent said.

  “The rose petals were my idea,” Isaac said.

  “Naked was mine.” Trent shifted and growled. “And you know how much I don’t much like being naked with only another man in the room. Are you coming or do I have to come get you?”

  “Oh, I’ll be coming soon enough,” she said, crawling onto the center of the bed. “Although I could use a little help with the clasp on the back of my bra.” Rising to her knees, she turned her back to Isaac who made quick work of the hooks and slipped the bra over her shoulders.

  Trent climbed onto the bed, flipped her onto her back and dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them to the corner. Then he spread her knees wide and lay down between them, his tongue tracing the inside of her thigh to her center. “Better. Much better.”

  “I’ll say.” Isaac claimed a breast, flicking his tongue across her nipple as it tightened into a hard bead. He scooped a handful of petals from the bed and dropped them over her breasts and belly. “Did you like the roses?”

  With Trent’s tongue swirling around her entrance, she answered, “Yes!”

  “Bunny helped me with them.”

  “Remind me to thank her.” Trent swiped his tongue across her clit and she arched her back, her heels digging into the mattress. “Oh, there. Please, there.”

  Trent chuckled and settled in to bring her to the edge. Just the way she liked it.

  As Isaac sucked her breast into his mouth, she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed gently. “I want you inside me first,” she said. With her other hand, she brushed through Trent’s hair. “And, Trent, honey, I want to taste your cock.”

  Trent flopped onto his back, his legs dangling off the bed.

  Lucky rolled off the bed, bent to take Trent’s dick between her lips and sucked hard, pulling him deep into her mouth.

  Isaac grabbed her hips, cupped her sex with one hand and ran his finger around her slick opening.

  Anxious to feel him inside her, Lucky pulled her mouth free of Trent and urged, “Fuck me now, cowboy.”

  As Isaac thrust into her from behind, he sprinkled rose petals over her ass.

  Lucky slid her lips down over Trent.

  With her mouth full of one cowboy and her pussy full of another, she didn’t think life could get much better.

  Isaac thrust into her again and again, until he thrust one last time, held her steady and tight against him, his cock pulsing inside her.

  Trent pumped in and out of her mouth, his body becoming more rigid with each thrust. Finally, he pulled free of Lucky’s lips.

  His face strained, Trent dragged Lucky onto the mattress, her legs dangling over the side, the scent of roses, filling
her senses. In one slow, easy thrust, he entered her.

  Isaac lay down beside her and stroked her breast, pinching the tip until it knotted into a tight little bead.

  Lucky loved it when these men made love to her. They were strong, sexy and loving in the way they treated her with care and respect, and the way they played out all her sexual fantasies.

  “Life does not get better than this,” she said, breathless and nearly there.

  “Sounds like a challenge to me.” Isaac’s fingers drifted down over her belly to her clit, where he stroked her while Trent pounded into her hard and fast, the way he liked it. By the time he came, it only took a couple more flicks and her nerves exploded, sending her rocketing to the heavens.

  “Correction,” she said. “It does get better.”

  About the Author

  Twenty years of livin’ and lovin’ on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill in her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all kinds including historical westerns, medieval, romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormals with beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she’s not wrangling words from her computer she’s snow skiing, boating, riding her ATV or spending time with family. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of twenty-plus years and her muses—human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.

  To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com.

  Look for these titles by Myla Jackson

  Now Available:

  Ugly Stick Saloon

  Boots and Chaps

  Boots and Leather

  Boots and Bareback

  Boots and Lace

  Boots and Roses

  Boots and Buckles

  Bound and Tied

  Honor Bound

  Duty Bound

  River Bound

  Sometimes, a girl has to take more than one bull by the horns.

  Boots and Buckles

  © 2013 Myla Jackson

  Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 6

  Mona Daley has had her fill of rodeo cowboys. Especially after Grant Raleigh and his partner blew through town three years ago. A torrid affair, a promise to return, then...nothing.

  Chalking it up to girl-in-every-town syndrome, she swore off buckle-bearing cowpokes and never looked back. Now she’s working nights at the Ugly Stick Saloon to make enough money to save her beauty salon.

  Grant has plans for his return to Mona’s life, plans that include groveling at her feet for another chance. Except his roping partner, Sam Whitefeather, gets to her first—and it looks like they’ve hit it off.

  If he thought Mona didn’t harbor feelings for him, Grant would be the decent guy, step aside, and let her be happy. But one look, one touch on the dance floor and he finds himself falling all over again. He’s determined to prove his sincerity and that he’s the better man for her. Even if it means squaring off in the hottest arena imaginable—the bedroom.

  Warning: The rodeo’s coming to town and there’s nothing two hot cowboys can’t do with a rope, a willing woman, and a lot of imagination.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Boots and Buckles:

  Grant saw her as soon as he stepped through the door. Just like it had been when he’d seen her for the first time, he’d been drawn to Mona’s smile and the way she moved with a sexy flare she wasn’t even aware of.

  The three years since he’d last been to Temptation hadn’t changed her much. Perhaps she was a little thinner, but she was just as beautiful as the day they’d met at the Ugly Stick Saloon during Tri-County Rodeo week. He and his then-partner, Dalton Faulkner, had been there for the rodeo. She’d been helping out at the Ugly Stick, waiting tables and serving drinks to rowdy cowboys fresh off the adrenaline rush of roping steers, riding bulls or broncs.

  He chose the table in the back of the saloon because it wasn’t one that Mona was servicing. His waitress, Kendall, was a sweet young thing he didn’t recognize from his last visit to the saloon. She wore a diamond engagement ring on her finger and didn’t take any lip or advances from the horny men raising hell after a tough day in the saddle.

  “This place is great.” His new team roping partner, Sam Whitefeather, tipped his long neck and swallowed the last of the beer in one gulp, slapped the bottle on the table and pushed to his feet. “You stickin’ around for a while?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Could you order me another? I’m gonna hit the latrine.” Sam reached for his wallet.

  Grant held up his hand. “I’ll get this round. Go.”

  He’d skipped the last two years’ rodeos here because he couldn’t bring himself to face Mona. The first year, because his life had been a mess, his career as a team roper at an end when he and Dalton had parted ways, and his bronc riding on the verge of collapse.

  If not for Sam, he’d have found some bottle to crawl into and given up on everything. It took him the next couple years of total focus and concentration to regain his credibility and top rating in the competitions. Only then had he felt like he could return and see if there was anything left to salvage between him and Mona.

  The woman foremost on his mind walked by carrying a tray of beer mugs and long necks, and his heart flipped over, reminding Grant of everything he’d lost and all the mistakes he’d made. He tipped his hat lower over his forehead, not ready to let her see him. Not sure what he expected to get out of coming back to Temptation. Would she ever forgive him for making promises he didn’t keep?

  Mona plunked her tray of empty beer bottles and mugs on the bar and gave Libby, the bartender, her order for the next round to be delivered.

  Audrey Anderson, the owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, slipped in beside her, carrying her own tray of empties. “Mona, thanks so much for helping out during rodeo week.”

  “No, Audrey. I should be thanking you. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

  “You really don’t think Old Man Spillman will extend the lease on your salon?”

  “I’ve already asked. I have a thirty-day option to buy and Spillman is ready to sell. If I don’t agree to buy it in that thirty days, the old coot is going to take the first reasonable offer.”

  “How much are you short?”

  “I have to come up with at least another grand to add to my meager savings before the bank will even consider loaning me the money to buy the building.”

  “I can spot you the money.”

  Mona shook her head. “I can’t let you do that. You’ve already done so much for me and half the people in town. If I can’t find a way to earn the money, I don’t deserve to buy the salon.”

  “I could use you all week, if that will help.”

  “I’m all yours. I can come in after six every evening when I close the Shear Safari.”

  “Make it at least by nine and stay until midnight. That’s when things are craziest and the men tip better.” Audrey emptied her tray and slid behind the counter to help Libby fill her next round of orders.

  Libby loaded Mona’s tray and nodded. “You’re good to go.”

  Mona lifted the heavy tray, balancing it carefully.

  “Oh, and Mona,” Audrey called out, “if you’re interested in making more in a single night, I might have some exotic dancing gigs coming up. The rodeo winners usually hire some of the girls to dance at their parties.”

  Mona bit her lip. She’d danced for Audrey before, but now that she had her own business as a hair stylist, she’d decided the dancing jobs might offend potential customers. But with her salon at risk of closing, a girl had to take risks she normally wouldn’t. “Let me know, and I’ll think about it.”

  Audrey nodded. “I will. And no worries if you decide not to do it.”

  “Thanks.” Mona turned and wove her way through the rowdy cowboys, some still wearing jeans and boots covered in rodeo dust. Others had taken the extra time to come showered, poli
shed and dressed in their pearl-buttoned snap shirts, sporting their trophy belt buckles won that day or on the circuit.

  Mona had her ass pinched more times than she could count. After a three-year sabbatical on dating, she’d about convinced herself she should try it again. Or rather Bunny Leigh’s experience with the date she’d bid on at the Annual Cowboy Auction had convinced Mona it was time to get over the cowboy she’d foolishly given her heart to, and move on.

  But now wasn’t good. Not during the circus of Tri-County Rodeo week. She’d learned her lesson three years ago not to believe a rodeo cowboy any farther than she could throw him. She’d made the mistake of falling in love with a very handsome team roper. Like all the cry-in-your-beer songs played, he’d broken her heart.

  Mona served the cowboys with a polite smile, enough to get a good tip, but not enough to encourage them to ask her out. She picked up the empty bottles from a table, setting them onto her empty tray.

  “Have you seen the news?” one of the cowboys said to the other.

  With the band playing loud enough to make the men shout to be heard, Mona couldn’t help overhearing their conversation.

  “Nah, haven’t been near a television for two days. What’s up?”

  “Raleigh’s competin’ on broncs, and he and the Indian are paired up for team ropin’.”

  “Whatever happened between him and his team ropin’ partner Faulkner? Not that I’m sorry they busted up. Gives the rest of us a fighting chance to win.”

  “Faulkner is riding bulls these days. He’s here too. Should be up on the bulls tomorrow.”

  Mona’s hand shook. The bottle she’d just grabbed slipped from her fingers and bounced off the table.

  The cowboy sitting in the seat beside her grabbed the bottle before it hit the floor and grinned up at her. “Careful there, pretty thing.” He set the bottle on her tray and winked. “Don’t suppose you’d dance with this old cowboy, wouldja?”

  Her heart pounding against her ribs and her knees wobbling, Mona could only shake her head before she turned and hurried away.