by Mari Carr
Red Zone
Boys of Fall
By Mari Carr
Red Zone
Copyright 2015 Mari Carr
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Dedication
To Mandee
From Sunday school student to dear friend.
Here’s to secrets, game nights and unexpected limo rides.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
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Chapter One
Sadie Milligan was drunk. Well, okay. Maybe not drunk drunk, but she was definitely walking a thin line between tipsy and wasted.
Wait. Is that a thin line?
Damn weddings. They always depressed her. Not that she was unhappy for the couple who had just said their “I do’s” a few hours earlier. She liked Wade and Charlene a lot. She figured if anyone had a decent shot at making it all the way to happily ever after, it was those two. God knew they’d walked a rough enough road to get to this day. Especially considering Charlene had already taken a trip down the aisle with Wade’s brother, Colt. Sadie suspected there wasn’t anyone at the reception who didn’t believe that this time, Charlene had gotten the right brother. She and Wade fit together in a way she hadn’t with Colt.
Sadie did a mental eye roll. Yeah. Like she was capable of judging anyone’s chances for success when it came to romance. Her batting record was a big fat zero. She’d struck out at the plate every single time. Enough times, in fact, that she’d decided to take herself out of that particular game. She wasn’t destined for a forever kind of relationship. So she’d just settle for sex.
“That’s a dangerous grin.” Joel Rodriguez, the living and breathing embodiment of tall, dark and handsome, walked up and handed her another glass of champagne. It was his fault—as well as Oakley’s—that she was three sheets to the wind. They’d been plying her with wine all night.
“I’m trying to pick out my hookup for the evening. Isn’t that what wedding receptions are all about? Getting toasted and maudlin and desperately reaching out for some potential love match only to wake up naked the next morning in a strange bed, hungover and filled with regret.”
Joel’s brows creased. “Are you serious?” he asked.
At the same time, his best friend Oakley stumbled next to her and said, “Did I hear someone say ‘hookup’?”
Sadie laughed as she tried for the gazillionth time to figure out how in the hell the two guys in front of her managed to remain friends. They were as different as tequila and water. Not that she’d mind a drink of either from time to time.
Oakley was just her brand of tequila, wild and uninhibited. She’d enjoy getting a buzz with him between the sheets. And, of course, after that, she could chug a gallon of Joel’s refreshing, soothe-you-straight-to-the-soul water. Joel was the rock and Oakley the roll in their friendship. Somehow, it worked.
But Sadie wouldn’t indulge in either. Both men had made their interest in her known, but she had no desire to come between them. They were closer than best friends, more like brothers. And she wasn’t going to have the bad karma of messing up something like that riding on her head for all of eternity.
“Sorry, Oak. Neither one of you guys is even on my radar,” she lied. She’d lived in Quinn her entire life and, sadly, she was too familiar with the items on the sexual buffet tonight. She’d sampled more than a few already and decided they weren’t worth the calories. In all honesty, Oakley and Joel were the only guys she’d consider going home with. Which was why she was sleeping alone.
Dammit.
Oakley pretended to be listening for something. “Really? Because I’m sure I heard the beep beep beep of a sonar getting louder when I walked over here. Wait.” He raised his finger and tilted his head. “Yep. There it is again.”
She raised her glass, her lips lifting as she launched into one of her typical teasing refusals. “There’s not enough champagne in the world to make me want to sleep with either one of you guys.”
Joel placed his hand over hers, guiding the glass to her lips. “Let’s keep trying, just in case you’re wrong.”
She broke free of his grip, trying to ignore the tiny shiver of excitement that raced through her. Both men were always finding friendly, playful ways to touch her, be it Oakley ruffling her hair or Joel placing a protective hand at her back as they walked across the grass to find their seats at the wedding this afternoon. Worst of all was the way her body reacted every time they got too close. She found Joel’s jet black hair and eyes as well as Oakley’s bear-like, muscular physique irresistible. She was seriously attracted to both of them.
Fucking karma.
It was just her luck the only two guys she wanted to sleep with these days were the ones she’d sworn off.
The three of them watched the throng of wedding revelers going “just a little bit softer now” on the dance floor. They grinned when one of the more respectable, older ladies of Quinn dropped a bit too low, then needed her husband to help her get back up.
“What is it about weddings that bring out the crazy in everybody?” Oakley asked.
Sadie jiggled her half-drunk glass of champagne. “I’m going to say it’s the open bar.”
Joel studied her glass. “How are you getting home?”
“Cab, I suppose. I caught a ride here with Lorelie and her dad, but they just cut out a little while ago. Coach was getting tired. What about you guys? I wouldn’t say either of you is fit to drive.” Joel and Oakley had matched her drink for drink.
Oakley shrugged. “We had the same plan as you. We were going to leave our truck here and ride back to the ranch with Coach and Lorelie, but they left too early. Guess we should have told them they were our designated drivers.”
Sadie laughed. “The taxi route was always my backup. Lorelie warned me when we got here that she didn’t see her dad going the distance. He couldn’t sleep last night.”
“Yeah,” Joel said. “She told us this morning. He’s chomping at the bit to get back to work and depressed that the doctor hasn’t cleared him to do it yet. I suspected she’d get him out of here early. She worries abou
t him getting too tired.”
Sadie appreciated Lorelie’s concerns. Like her, Sadie only had her dad left, and while they butted heads on a daily basis, Sadie didn’t want to consider what life would be like without him.
Oakley finished his beer. “You mind sharing your cab with us? We can get the driver to drop you off at your apartment, then take us out to the ranch.”
“We’ll see,” she said noncommittally. The idea of sharing the backseat of a taxi with the two muscular, sexy-as-fuck cowboys currently sporting their Sunday best would be too damn much for her champagne-induced horniness. Damn wine never failed to trigger some dirty, dirty needs in her. “I haven’t discounted the possibility of a hookup yet.”
Oakley laughed.
Joel didn’t. In fact, his typically gentle smile faded as he leaned closer. “You don’t want to go home with any of these yahoos. Shit. I wouldn’t let you go home with them.”
If she hadn’t been so taken aback by his outright possessiveness, she would have raked him over the coals. Instead, she found herself incredibly turned on by his sudden dominant stance and dark tone. Her nipples budded and her pussy clenched.
Fucking champagne.
Oakley stopped laughing, clearly as shocked by Joel’s comment as she was. The silence hovered for one beat too long as Sadie waited for the punch line. It didn’t come.
“You wouldn’t let me?” she asked when she finally found her voice.
He shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with this, Sadie. Sick of watching you take guys to your bed who don’t deserve you. Who won’t treat you right.”
“So, what’s your solution, hotshot? I’m just supposed to be chaste for the rest of my life? Because I can tell you right now, I am not—”
“No,” Joel cut her off. “You take me up on my offer to go out on a date.”
“What about my offer?” Oakley asked. “Or do I fall into that yahoo category?” There was no heat behind Oakley’s question. Yet.
Sadie’s chest tightened. This was exactly what she’d been trying to avoid by rejecting their invitations.
“You’re cool, Oak.” Joel turned to look at her. “You have two decent guys standing right in front of you, Sadie. Why don’t you stop messing around with losers and just pick one of us? You know we’re both crazy about you.”
If only it were that easy.
“I’ve told you a million times before. I’m not going to come between you two.”
“What if we promise to accept your choice? No sore losers. I know I’d sure as hell rather see you with Oakley than any of the other guys around here.”
Sadie didn’t doubt for a minute Joel was sincere. But it didn’t matter. He was forcing her hand. Forcing her to say something she’d so far managed to keep secret.
She wasn’t rejecting them simply to protect their friendship. She was staying away because the truth was she couldn’t choose. She was completely attracted to both of them. It would be like trying to decide between sour cream or bacon on her baked potato. Who the hell wanted one and not the other? She was a glutton—always ordering extra of both.
But there was no way in hell she’d tell the cocky bastards she was hot for them. With that knowledge, they’d probably double their efforts, her weak ass would succumb to one—or both—which would cause them to get into a fight and then she’d have that damn bad karma thing to deal with.
So, like a true coward, she dodged the issue entirely. “Actually, I don’t think sex or dating or anything else is on the table for me tonight. This champagne is giving me a wicked headache. I might go ahead and get a cab. You guys can stick around and take your own chances with the crop of carbon-copy blonde beauties who’ve been batting their eyes at you all night.”
Oakley laughed. “No thanks. We prefer our women with purple hair, tattoos and pierced noses.”
She rolled her eyes. She’d added the neon purple streak to her auburn hair as a lark because it matched the dress she was wearing to the wedding, but she kind of liked it. She was considering keeping it for a while. “Nice try. I’m still going home.”
Joel nodded. “I’m done too. How about you, Oak?”
Oakley agreed he was getting tired, so Joel called for a cab. So much for her great escape. She may have managed to shut down the dating conversation, but she was still going to have to survive the ride to her place with Joel and Oakley’s strong legs pressed against hers. Truth was, her morality was paper-thin and not up for that kind of test.
Neither man pressed her for an answer in terms of who she wanted to date. Thank God. So instead they continued to watch the dancers as they waited for the cab. The crowd had thinned a bit, as the older attendees had already taken their leave.
What was left was the hardcore, came to the wedding to get wasted and dance until I drop contingency. The playlist had drifted away from the old standards meant to get Grandma on the dance floor, to the younger bump-and-grind beats meant to get the rest of the group laid.
Laid. Damn. Sadie really wanted to get laid. It had been months. She’d never suffered this kind of dry spell. She was hitting critical mass and something had to give. She’d been hopeful about tonight…until Oakley and Joel had plopped themselves down next to her at the wedding. From that point on, they’d become her shadows. Fun shadows who brought her drinks, but shadows just the same.
None of the other guys at the reception had dared ask her to dance with Oakley and Joel next to her, looking intimidating.
And possessive.
That word kept drifting back to her. Tonight, they’d sort of claimed her. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but they weren’t playing that touch-and-go game with a healthy dose of proper distance they usually enjoyed. She’d expected to see them tonight, anticipated the teasing, and she’d even planned to dance with each of them a time or two. But other than that, she figured she’d be on her side of the room, scouting out the eligible bachelors, while they charmed the local hotties on the other side. After all, that’s what they always did.
So why had they spent the entire evening attached to her hip, hovering around as if she was theirs? It felt as if they were calling her bluff, forcing her hand.
Or maybe it was just what Joel had said. They didn’t like watching her hook up with losers. She didn’t care for that herself, but what other options did she have? She was tied to Quinn. Her dad owned one of the only bars in town, Pitchers. Sure, it was kind of a dive, but it was her dive. She was queen of the bar and when her dad was ready to retire from slinging drinks, it was going to be hers. All hers.
She loved the damn place, with its sticky dance floor, wobbly pool table, and old-fashioned cash register. Every inch of wall space was covered with sports memorabilia that her dad had collected over the years. Joel and his state champion teammates claimed a fairly large section of wall near the bar. She’d catch a glance of seventeen-year-old Joel’s grin as he posed alongside his team with the huge state trophy sitting on the ground in front of them, and she had to force herself to remember that was him. While his face hadn’t changed that much over the years, his body certainly had.
Years spent working on the ranch had honed his body into a Magic Mike paradise in a way football hadn’t. She’d caught glimpses of him and Oakley shirtless whenever she hung out with Lorelie at the ranch. Since her sexual drought had taken hold, she’d actually gone to the ranch a lot more often, just in hopes of seeing their sweaty six-packs, so she would have something nice and juicy to fantasize about while her vibrator took care of the rest.
She jerked when Joel placed his hand on her lower back.
“Sorry, Sadie. Didn’t mean to scare you. The cab’s here.”
Her face was on fire. Unfortunately, it wasn’t embarrassment sending the heat. It was hardcore, somebody fuck me already desires.
She allowed Oakley to take her hand and lead her to the taxi as Joel pressed his palm against her lower back. She caught more than a few sideways glances from people as the three of
them left together. God only knew what everyone was thinking.
Actually, Sadie had a pretty good notion what they thought. As she climbed into the cab—Joel and Oakley doing exactly as she’d expected as they trapped her in the middle—she wondered if the dirty-minded people didn’t have a great idea.
Oakley kept hold of her hand, his fingers absentmindedly toying with her rings. Joel leaned closer, his arm draping around her along the backseat. Sadie gave the driver her address, though it was hard to speak with a dry mouth.
They hadn’t been in the cab more than two minutes before the darkness of the night wrapped them up in a cocoon that wasn’t lost on the guys.
Joel’s fingers began to stroke the nape of her neck—dear God, that was one of her favorite erogenous zones—as Oakley’s hand released hers in favor of her knee.
“I like your dress,” Oakley murmured.
She’d wondered when she bought it if it was too short for a fall wedding, but had decided fuck it. She’d liked it because it showed off all the assets she felt like revealing perfectly. She hadn’t cared about the old biddies giving her the hairy eyeball as much as she’d wanted to find a lover for the night.
Instead, she’d snared the wrong two guys.
Or the right two.
Oakley’s hand drifted higher and, because she didn’t have an ounce of self-restraint, she parted her legs in silent invitation.
Neither man missed the movement. Joel turned toward her, his fingers gripping her neck more firmly as he leaned closer to kiss her cheek.
Her eyes drifted closed, savoring the heat from his breath as his lips lingered there, stroking the sensitive skin of her face.
Oakley didn’t hesitate to explore deeper between her legs, his fingers lightly grazing her panties. They were wet, a dead giveaway to her desires, but it wasn’t as if she was pushing them away or protesting. Instead, she slid her hips forward a bit more, making sure Oakley had even better access.
The smart cowboy never missed a beat. Oakley dipped his finger beneath her silky panties and found her clit almost instantly.
