Two Cowboys and One GirlBy Danica Williams
Copyright © 2011 Danica Williams
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.
Luke and Maddox Cooper watched her ride the bull and both agreed she was the only choice. The hottest woman in their bar on a Saturday night with the place packed wall to wall. Shoulder length curly red hair, blue eyes, and peaches and cream skin with a scattering of freckles. Her body…well, fuck, that was just too much. She was tall for a woman, probably five-nine, with full breasts and a curvy ass. The rest of her was long and lean. Legs that went to her neck in well worn jeans set low on her hips and a stomach you could bounce quarters off of. Her ripped abs were on display in the midriff-baring t-shirt and a denim bolero jacket. Justin boots that were obviously worn often, not just a fashion statement. She wore a soft straw cowboy hat that shaded her face when she didn’t want to meet a man’s eyes.
She’d been drinking but wasn’t drunk. Dancing all night, tearing up every song that blasted from the system…a different partner for each, she wasn’t even winded. She only danced with men taller than her, the height of her boots bringing her close to six-foot. Line dancing like a pro, with a group of females the brothers knew, showed she spent a lot of time in bars, but the brothers could guarantee she hadn’t been spending time in this one. They would have remembered her. Oh hell yes.
Now she was on the bull. Luke and Maddox walked over to stand behind the bull operator who had a shocked look on his face. The controls on the panel had handwritten signs over them that read, “Chick Setting”, “First Timer”, “Know Your Way Around a Horse”, “You From Around Here?”, and “Where’s Your Next Rodeo?” The smoking red head was clicked up to level three and still going strong. Most women liked level one, slow and provocative, to entice their boyfriends since it looked like fucking. They’d never seen a woman go past the second level. Riley looked back at them when she’d gone thirty seconds on level three, Luke nodded. Riley edged her up to level four and the woman rocked the fuck out of that bull. Riley said in the intercom, “Honey, how you doing? Want me to crank you down?”
She responded in a lilting Irish accent, “Don’ ye dare, love.” The brothers’ dicks were rock hard. “I can go more, darlin’. No need to worry.” She winked at him.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Riley asked her.
“Kaitlyn O’Reilly.” After thirty seconds, Riley kicked her up to level five and she rode it the full eight seconds. There wasn’t a man in the place whose jaw wasn’t on the floor. They brought her down slow, ten seconds on each level until level one.
Maddox said, “Leave her there for thirty, Riley.” They watched as she rode the ‘fuck me’ level and then the bull came to a full stop. She brought one leg over and slid to the mat gracefully. The entire bar went insane. “Boot that footage up on the main screen. Loop the ten minute reel for the next hour and email a copy to my personal address.”
“Got it, boss,” Riley said. The brothers moved away. The line to ride had tripled. At ten bucks a ride, they were about to make more money on something only used as a gimmick than they’d ever made.
The red head came through the exit and grinned at Riley, “I take it none o’ yer pretty girls here do that?”
“Honey, most of our men don’t do that,” Riley told her bluntly.
“Ye’ve got no men can do it?” She was shocked. And disappointed.
“Only men can do it night after night are the brothers who own the place. Luke and Maddox Cooper, big rodeo men, this bar came from all their winnings. Neither of them even do the buildup, just jump on and ride level five for twenty seconds. They like to show how ‘easy’ it is. Gets people on the bull.” Riley was smiling broadly, “Honey, I’ve seen men ride that bull then puke up their guts. You look like you just rode a carousel. Just so you know, you’re gonna be up on the main screen for a while. And, the bosses said to tell you your drinks are free, you and your group.”
“Why, thank ye, love,” she took her free t-shirt and asked, “Where are they…these bull ridin’ brothers?”
Riley smiled and pointed the brothers out at the main bar. Oh, the choice was going to be hard with those two. She’d seen them standing behind the operator while she rode the bull, though she’d been moving so fast she hadn’t gotten a good look. They deserved a good, long look.
Twins, though one’s hair was slightly lighter than the other’s. Brown hair and tanned skin. They had to be at least six-four, muscular but lean, broad shoulders and narrow hips. Wearing dress shirts and skin tight jeans showing what they had to offer to perfection. From what she could tell, they had a lot to offer. One was turned slightly to the side and she was happy to note a nice ass. Both of them were watching her so she smiled. Their smiles in return were predatory and the tingle between her legs told her she liked that. A lot.
Stopping at the table where her friends had taken up camp, a couple high-fived her on the way to the dance floor. She accepted their congratulations with a laugh. “Katie, my gawd! You tore that mechanical bull up. The Cooper brothers stopped by to say our drinks were on the house. Woo hoo! When they found out I was getting married tomorrow, they sent over all kinds of appetizers.” Katie smiled at Bibi, her college roommate, best friend, and bride to be. She was an adorable brunette with big boobs and a perpetually happy smile. They were here with friends from their sorority days, a couple of them from around here, seeing Bibi’s single days out with a bang. “They asked about you…the brothers. Wanted to know where you lived, and when they found out you were just up the road in Longview, they were even more interested. I told them you were available. You may not have wanted me to do that, Katie.”
“Why ever not, Bibi?”
“Well…because they have a…a reputation. They, er, share their women. You know, take them together…like, at the same time?” Bibi’s face was flaming and Katie laughed. “What, Katie? I cannot imagine!”
“I can well imagine…,” Katie answered with a naughty grin and her friend gasped in shock.
“Katie…you are going to bite off more than you can chew. They’re hot, but stay single, not able to find a woman who will take them both on long-term. They’ve dated alone, but always go back to the sharing. I’ve known women who dated one or the other, very well-hung, I’ve heard. I don’t know any of the women they’ve been with together.”
“Well, I should hope not. That wouldn’ be very gentlemanly behavior, now would it?” Katie drained her beer and added, “I may not see ye anymore tonight, Bibi love. The limo is outside whenever ye’re ready. I’ll be at the country club around noon to help ye get ready. Have fun!”
“Don’t be late, Kaitlyn! I need my maid of honor,” Bibi called after Katie as she wound her way through the crowd.
She ended up dancing her way across, pulled into the arms of one horny man after another. When the two-step brought her near where the Cooper brothers were leaning against the bar, watching her she was flattered to notice, she excused herself to go introduce herself. The current partner pinched her ass before letting her go, and she gripped his thumb, bending it back as he grimaced in pain, “Not nice and ye didn’t have me permission, darlin’.” She released him and he said, “Marry me, pretty girl.” She was laughing when she stepped off the floor.
She walked right up to them, leaning her back on the bar with a brother on each side, and said, “I’m Kaitlyn, Katie to my friends. Ye must be Luke and Maddox�
��which is which?” They turned to watch her in fascination.
On her left, “I’m Luke…I have the lighter hair. This is Maddox. It’s a real pleasure to meet the only woman ever to get past level two on the bull. Where in hell did you learn to ride like that?”
Katie laughed, “I have five older brothers. We used to fuck around on the bulls at our place in Ireland. I always held me own.” She stroked her thighs, “Strong legs. I can ride just about anythin’.” She let the image hang there and watched them smile hungrily.
Maddox asked on her right, “Katie, what are you drinking?”
“Jameson 1780 straight.”
Nodding respectfully at her choice Maddox relayed it to the bartender. She regarded them in silence until her drink arrived then she turned to the bar, toasted them, and knocked it back. Luke and Maddox watched her and she never flinched. Oh shit, they could fall for this one. They had to tread real careful.
She quirked a brow, “Ye do realize I’m one hundred percent Irish, right? Ever’ generation since the beginnin’ o’ our line. I was weaned on this stuff. Me Da distills stronger brew than this at their place.” She stretched and dropped her hands on the edge of the bar, doing standing pushups to get rid of excess energy. They watched the sleek muscles flex in her low back and stomach, “I hear ye’re rodeo men. That ye can ride the bull, the only men who can?” They nodded with a smile. “I’d like to see that. I mean, ye got to watch me tits bounce on it. Humor me.”
They were off the bar, arms around her waist, one on either side. Heading in the direction of the bull. Luke said, “Such a small request from the hottest woman I think I may have ever seen. I couldn’t be happier to show off.”
He left her with Maddox and Riley, bounding up on the bull in one jump, landing squarely in the saddle. He signaled to Riley and rode the bull hard for twenty seconds. When it was done, he hopped down and nodded at her with a wide grin. Maddox did a duplicate performance and the clapping that had started when both men approached the ring erupted into yells and applause.
At the crowd’s urging, and the brothers telling people in both directions that her name was Katie, they started chanting her name. She was laughing but she was game. “I don’ know I can jump on without buildin’ up through the lower levels.”
Maddox laughed and said suggestively, “Oh, believe me, Katie, everyone enjoys the buildup.”
Katie winked and slipped off her bolero jacket, the tiny half tank top leaving the beautiful Celtic knot tattoo between her shoulder blades exposed. Luke and Maddox shared a look of pure pleasure. She stretched back touching the bend in her knees, then forward, grabbing her ankles, shook herself out and bounded up on the bull. They took her through the paces again, the crowd chanting her name, until they got her to level five and then everyone was screaming and counting off the eight seconds.
As the bull came to a full stop, she pulled off her hat, ran her fingers through her hair, and put it back on. The movement was unintentionally sexual, and the men in the crowd were calling out phone numbers and marriage proposals. She dropped to the mat without using her hands, looked at the brothers, and put her hands on her hips.
“We need to keep this one, bro,” Maddox said. Luke was in complete agreement.
They danced with her, taking turns with her around the floor. They’d been impressed watching her but holding her while she moved was a totally new experience. She seemed to love all music, all dancing, and was happy to see the brothers were game to stay on the floor with her. She stole a scorching kiss from each, both tasting of whiskey which turned her on. Their kisses curled her toes inside her boots. An hour later, she ordered another Jamison then dragged them back out to dance. “Have you eaten, Katie?” Luke asked her, his face pressed to her hair during a slow song.
“Nope, I’m the world’s worst cook, by the way. So if ye’re expectin’ breakfast at any point, look forward to frozen waffles or cereal.” Having her refer to them being with one of them in the morning told him she’d already made her decision. Luke felt his heart rate speed up.
“Maddox can cook. I only know how to grill. Let us order you something, you’ve put out a lot of energy,” he let her know as they joined Maddox.
She chuckled, “Luke, are ye tellin’ me I need to keep me strength up?” Not giving him a chance to answer, Katie said, “I’ll have a burger and a salad. Is there anywhere we can sit that isn’ quite so loud?” They led her to the second floor and entered one of the private banquette rooms. “I don’ think I mentioned, this is a beautiful place. We have a couple places in Longview half the size…not so many…recreational possibilities.” She dropped into a seat and watched them as they sat opposite her.
She took off her hat and set it on the seat beside her, then pulled her hair into a lovely chaotic bun on top of her head, little curls escaping left and right. “So…I was filled in on your reputations, as ye intended, I appreciate the heads’ up, but it wasn’t necessary. I’d already scoped ye after the bull, thought I’d have to choose…that would have proven difficult, naturally. But I’m curious. Why me? Ye could have the pick of any o’ those cute little things downstairs.”
Maddox gave her a smile that was all teeth, “Oh, Katie, that’s exactly why. We spotted you when you came in, from our office. Immediately attracted, but we decided to watch you. You kept buying rounds for your friends, tipping the servers well, laughing constantly. You were drinking a lot, not even getting tipsy. Your friends love you, look to you for direction, shows a woman who knows her own mind and is confident in that fact.”
“Then you started dancing and we were amazed you never danced with the same man twice. You laughed with each, kept them decent. Only chose men taller than you…bigger alpha male types. Usually cowboys. Didn’t give any of them your number or accept their drink offers. You line danced with your friends, could teach a damn class, you’re that good. Talked them thru the steps so they wouldn’t be too lost.” Luke was watching her intently.
“You stood watching the bull for a long time, shaking your head at every man who hit the mat,” Maddox continued, leaning toward her, “Outright laughed at any that hit the mat before level three.” His gaze got hungry, “Then you rode the bull and both of us went rock hard. Saw you talking to Riley, the operator, then you looked up and we knew you’d wanted to know if there were any men in the place who could match you.”
“When Bibi started blushing, we had a moment of worry but you smiled, laughed, finished your beer, and came to us…dancing your way through the crowd. Put the man straight who grabbed your ass but did it without humiliating him, just letting him know you’re picky and he hadn’t passed inspection.” Luke glanced at the door as the server entered with their food. When she was gone, they dug into the food and continued talking.
“So, what would have happened if I’d only wanted one of ye?” she asked and saw her candor shocked them.
Maddox laughed, “You have got to be the most interesting woman we’ve ever met. If that happened, and it has before, we’d have competed for you until you picked. The loser would have found another choice and that would have been that. Wouldn’t have been as good for you, but one of us would have been very happy anyway.”
“Tell us about you, Katie,” Luke implored. “How is it you came to Texas?”
She laughed, “Is there anywhere else in the US? Me Da and brothers, and all me kin before, are ranchers. That’s what they do. Two of my brothers still run the big place in Ireland with their wives. Da decided he wanted to branch out. Brought the semen of our best bulls here, bought the best females he could find, and had them impregnated. Came here when I was eighteen and went to college. I met Bibi there, she was my roommate for four years. I got married and had it annulled, to a man me Da thought was perfect for me and I outmanned in every way. Had it after six weeks and got me own place. I run a company online, workin’ from home, that sells authentic Irish products I import in via me sisters-in-law. Americans eat that shit up. I’ll be twenty-five in a couple o’ m
onths, have everything I need, most things I want, good family and friends, an active lifestyle I spend most o’ in bars.
“If I meet a man who can’ match me, I’m turned off almost immediately, don’ care how rich, good-lookin’, or well-endowed they happen to be. I’m a strong personality, I require a strong man…or, men, as the case appears to be. I can rope, ride, fix me own truck, and do just about everything a man can do. Better at most ‘man’ things than ‘woman’ things actually. I’m a terrible cook, hate housework, and couldn’ sew on a damn button to save me life…me poor mum had such high hopes for her only daughter. I have me own money and plenty to occupy me sweet feminine brain. Because I’m picky, I’ve not had sex since me marriage three years ago, which was completely unspectacular to begin with. Rather, anticlimactic, if ye get me meanin’. I know there’s better and I’m particularly interested in findin’ it. I’m here for three days while Bibi gets married but I’m only forty-five minutes away.”
The brothers looked at one another and Maddox said, “I told you I wanted to keep her.”
Luke nodded, “We’re the only boys in our family, have three little sisters. Our parents are still alive and live not too far from here, on the cattle ranch we grew up on. We bought a huge piece of land across the road and had a house built that we share. We went to college on football scholarships and made our first big money on the rodeo circuit. Wise investments, including this bar, have made us plenty. We’ve dated women separately and together, but find that having a woman together gives her so much pleasure that it automatically increases our own. Did it the first time when we met a girl in a bar who had a fantasy about being with twins. We were nineteen, been addicted ever since. Hard to find sweet country girls willing to indulge more than once. As you’ve heard, we have a reputation for it, so that isn’t always good, but no one knows anything about our previous partners.” Luke wanted to reassure her.
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