by Tyler, Paige
She gave them a careful perusal as she rinsed out the blender she’d used to make the cosmic screwdriver. They were both damn hot, each in his own unique way.
Ked was broader and more muscular. Mack had that lean, wiry look that so many rodeo riders possessed. Ked’s hair was a bit shorter than Mack’s, but she'd have no problem getting her fingers lost in either man’s.
Both men were at least a foot taller than she was—that was important. She liked a guy who could pull her into his arms and make her melt. That didn't work out so well when a woman was taller than her man.
Both had that slight stubble on their jaws she found so attractive. Her hand just itched to caress all that scruff.
Both had very interesting bulges in their jeans, too—bulges that made her mouth water with delight at the thought of how well-endowed they must be.
Hell, both men even had damn near perfect boots on—she’d caught a glimpse when she’d leaned over the bar to talk to them earlier.
So, how was she supposed to decide between them?
She didn't know, but figured she couldn't go wrong either way. Something told her both men would be championship buckle material in the sack. The image made her pussy suddenly throb. She would have slid her hand down for a caress or two, but the customers probably would have noticed her playing with herself.
Dallas bit her lip to stifle a moan and glanced at the clock again. One-thirty. It was a little early to give last call, but she did it anyway. The regulars grumbled at that, but she pacified them quickly enough by announcing the final round was on the house.
Mack and Ked both looked relieved to hear it was closing time. To her surprise, they grabbed some towels from behind the bar and wiped down the tables as customers slowly trickled out. They sure were eager to get her into bed, weren’t they? She almost told them they didn’t have to help, but then she got a look at their jean-clad butts as they turned to put the chairs up on the tables and forgot what she’d been going to say. Damn, those were some great asses.
Since she had two men more than willing to help clean up the place, Dallas let Caleb and the waitresses go early. Her cook, Marsala, left as soon as she cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers.
As Dallas watched the two men sweep the floor—while eyeing each other like a pair of ornery bulls—she called cabs for the patrons too blasted to walk home, much less drive. She was grateful to Mack and Ked for helping her get those who’d over-imbibed into their rides when they got there. That was usually the worst job of the night, but for the rodeo cowboys rustling drunks was probably nothing compared to manhandling a couple hundred pounds of pissed-off steer.
“I need to do some paperwork before I leave,” she said as they closed the door behind the last of the customers. “You’ll both be here when I come out of the office, right?”
“I can’t speak for Ked, but I’m not going anywhere,” Mack said.
“Me, either,” Ked agreed.
Her lips curved. She hoped that’d be their answer.
Dallas quickly counted up the credit card receipts and cash, then locked everything in the safe in her office. It took a few more minutes to handle the accounting books. Mostly because she was preoccupied with the two horny cowboys out there cleaning up for her as she marked down Sara as being out while throwing some overtime cash to her other workers for handling the big rodeo rush so well. What the heck was she going to do with Mack and Ked?
They were both gorgeous as sin, both obviously interested in her, and both looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun. In other words, both were perfect for her. Unfortunately, there was no practical way to choose between them.
She supposed she could ask each man for a kiss and see which was better. Kind of like test driving a car. Then again, maybe that wasn’t the best idea. As competitive as these two were, it’d likely start a fist fight between them, and she'd be left with a busted-up bar and no sex.
Sighing, she turned off the light and walked out of her office to find her potential bedmates leaning casually back against the bar and looking good enough to eat. It was useless. There was no way she could choose between them.
Why should she have to?
Dallas almost gasped at the thought. What was she saying, that she wanted to have a threesome with them? It was something she’d always fantasized about—didn’t every woman? But that had only been a fantasy. She’d never imagine doing it for real. Here was her chance. Only a fool would pass that up.
Of course, she had no idea if these two cowboys would go for it.
They’d turned down the lights in the bar until the place felt more like an old-fashioned saloon than a modern cowboy bar. She liked it—the darkened room set the perfect ambience for what she intended.
They had also flipped the switch on the welcome light in the front window. Now it read Closed—Come Back Real Soon!
These two thought of everything.
Everything except the possibility that she wanted to sleep with both of them, she’d wager.
Dallas put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she approached the two men. Their gazes slid down her body like warm honey to settle on her swaying hips. She had their undivided attention—good.
She came to a halt in front of them, then made a point of looking at the bar which they’d not only cleaned, but polished too, as well as the stacks of crated glassed they’d washed and dried.
“Thanks for all the help,” she said. “If you hadn't, I'd be stuck here for another hour.”
“No problem.” Mack grinned. “I think I can speak for Ked when I say we definitely had an ulterior motive.”
She let a slow, sexy smile pull up the corners of her lips. “Really? And what motive is that?”
Mack pushed away from the bar to close the distance between them. This near, she could smell his cologne and that unmistakable scent of pure masculine yumminess. Dang, it was amazing how arousing a man’s scent could be.
“Oh, I think you know,” he said in that soft rumbling voice of his. “The sooner we close up this bar, the sooner one of us gets your clothes off.”
The blatant confidence in his words made little goose bumps chase each other across her skin. She licked her lips.
“That’s a pretty good motive.”
“Yeah, it is.” Ked nudged Mack aside and moved in front of her. “And I think you're as interested in getting your clothes off as we are. The only thing you have to decide is who's going to get to see you naked—me or Mack?”
Dallas laughed and pushed past both of them to walk over to the bar. Stepping up on the foot rail, she turned and levered herself up until she was seated on the highly polished wood. She wiggled back and forth on top of the bar, wondering briefly what it would be like to get fucked up there.
But right now she had to focus on this next part—or she might not be getting fucked tonight at all.
She lounged back on the palms of her hands, kicking her booted feet and giving them her naughtiest smile.
“That part is easy. I’m not going to sleep with either of you.” She gave them a sultry look. “Unless I sleep with both of you.”
Both men stood there staring at her in stunned silence. From the expressions on their faces, they clearly didn’t like the idea. Damn. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good suggestion.
Ked's eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”
Then again, maybe this might still work. She nodded. “I’m very serious. You two have spent the whole night trying to charm my pants off, and I'm more than willing to let that happen.”
She moved her hands to her belt buckle and slowly began to undo it. Their eyes locked on her movements as if she’d reached for a gun.
“But I've decided it’d be wrong to choose between you—and that I shouldn't have to. If you both want me, you can have me, but you have to be willing to work together. Is that something you can do?”
The way the two men eyed each other made her seriously doubt her sexual magnetism. They looked as if they’d rather
shoot each other than bed her together.
She stopped working her buckle and looked at her watch instead.
“If you two can't handle that, you might want to hurry on down the street to The Last Chance Saloon. They stay open a little later than the rest, and there might be a few lonely girls left looking for a cowboy to ride.”
Mack and Ked looked at each other again. After a moment, Ked nodded. Mack nodded back.
“We agree—on one condition,” Ked said. “At the end of the night, you have to honestly tell us which one of us is better in the sack.”
“And no wimping out with one of those you-were-both-so-wonderful lines,” Mack added. “We want an honest answer.”
Dallas felt her whole body start to vibrate. Two hunky cowboys competing to prove themselves the best lover? How could a girl lose in a situation like this?
“Deal,” she said.
She was lying through her teeth, of course. There was no way she was going to give them the answer they were looking for, but she'd deal with that later. If things went the way she hoped, both men would be so exhausted after she was done with them they wouldn't have enough energy to worry about their silly sexual competition.
Chapter Two
Dallas wiggled forward on the bar and would have hopped down so they could head straight for her place, but Ked stepped up and positioned himself between her spread knees. He placed a hand on each thigh, then slowly slid them up her tight jeans until he reached her waist. His eyes on her the whole time, he carefully slipped his fingers under her belt and used it to pull her closer to the edge. She had no choice but to spread her legs wider to accommodate him—which had likely been his plan all along.
Mmm, she liked a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it.
Ked tossed his cowboy hat on the bar before sliding one hand into her hair and capturing her lips with his. His warm tongue parted her lips and plunged inside to two-step with hers. He tasted like whiskey and pure, hot cowboy. She could feel his jean-covered hard-on against her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Dallas was so wrapped up in what Ked’s mouth was doing to hers, she almost didn’t notice his hands working their way up the buttons of her shirt. She probably wouldn't have if it wasn't for the cool breeze that wafted across the suddenly exposed skin of her tummy.
She pulled back, instinctively moving to place her hands over her bare stomach. She threw a quick glance toward the front windows of the bar, worried someone might walk by and see her sitting there with her top unbuttoned and a horny cowboy grinding against her crotch.
“The doors are locked,” Mack whispered from beside her.
Dallas shivered as his warm breath brushed her cheek. She’d been so busy with Ked, she’d almost forgotten about Mack standing there watching them. Getting kissed like that by one hot guy while another one stood just inches away was pretty damn sizzling. She hadn’t considered the possibility that one of the men would be an observer in their little threesome, but the idea of having an audience turned her on like crazy.
“And with all the lights turned down like they are, no one passing by on the street outside can see you sitting here on the bar. Relax and enjoy yourself.”
Mack was probably right, but she checked the window, then the lighting over the bar anyway. Sure, if someone pressed themselves up against the windows in just the right way and shielded their eyes, they might see something. Then again, hadn't she just decided she liked an audience?
Well, maybe not that much of an audience.
She looked at Mack. “Just keep an eye out, okay?”
He ran his hand up her thigh. “I will.”
Taking a deep breath, she reached up to undo the few remaining buttons Ked hadn't gotten to. She gave him a coy smile as she popped the buttons over her breasts.
“Is this what you were after?”
“It is.” His green eyes glinted as she casually moved from one button to the next. “Need any help?”
She laughed. “I think I have it under control. Thanks, though.”
His mouth twitched. “Just thought I should offer.”
The men’s eyes locked on the cleavage she was slowly exposing. She gave Mack a playful look as she opened her shirt and revealed her lace-covered breasts.
“You like?”
Mack took his hand from her thigh to brush a fingertip along the scalloped edge of her bra. “Mm-hmm.”
Ked cupped her other breast, gently tracing the outline of her bra and teasing her nipples through the lightweight fabric. Little electric shocks followed in the wake of their combined touch. She couldn't keep herself from letting out a moan, no matter how hard she tried. Damn, she wasn't even naked yet and she was already spazzing out.
Abruptly releasing her breast, Ked dropped his hands to her waist, then picked her up and set her on her feet before she even knew what happened. She barely had time to catch her breath before he took sweet possession of her mouth again.
She lifted her arms to wrap them around Ked’s neck when movement off to the side caught her attention. She would have pulled away so she could keep an eye on what Mack was up to, but Ked weaved the fingers of one hand deeply in her long hair and held her immobilized as he plundered her mouth.
Undeterred, she tried to track Mack with her eyes, but that didn't work, either. Finally, she gave up and waited as patiently as she could, every nerve along her back wide awake and expectant as she waited for that first touch that would tell her what he was going to do.
It was a strange sensation—being kissed so thoroughly, feeling Ked's strong hands controlling her body, while at the same time trying to preserve some amount of attention for what might be coming at her from behind.
Fortunately, Mack didn't make her wait long. She felt his hands slide under the bottom of her open shirt, mentally tracking the movement as they glided up her side, then along her ribs, and finally up to cup her breasts. Dallas moaned against Ked's mouth as Mack began to squeeze her breasts firmly through the material of her bra. Thank God she’d worn one of her fancy lace numbers and not a plain cotton one.
Mack pressed up against her back, grinding himself slowly against her ass, making her moan again. He pushed aside her hair with gentle fingers and put his mouth to the curve of her neck.
As if not wanting to be outdone, Ked drew her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. Keeping one hand in her hair, he skimmed the other down her body to rest on her hip, casually tugging her against his hard-on.
If she thought she’d been spazzing before, that was nothing compared to now. Sandwiched between the two of them like this had her heading into sensory overload. She dragged her mouth away from Ked’s knee-weakening kisses, gasping for breath.
Her cowboys laughed.
“If you think you're having a problem breathing now, just wait until I get started on you,” Mack whispered in her ear.
As if to show her exactly what he meant by that, Mack snatched her out of Ked's grip and spun her around. His Stetson had ended up on the bar alongside his rival’s at some point, so there was nothing to get in the way as his mouth found hers when he pulled her forcefully against him. Having him molded to her from behind had been hot, but this was heavenly. She felt every hard part of him there was to feel—pecs, abs, thighs and love muscle.
And his kiss, while completely different than Ked’s, was no less passionate.
Behind her, Ked helped her out of her shirt and unsnapped her bra. Mack was gentlemanly enough to pause in the middle of his kissing demonstration to allow Ked to work the straps of her bra off shoulders and down her arms before he pulled her close for another kiss.
Her nipples tingled, both from the sudden rush of cool air and the scratchy feel of Mack's plaid shirt. She didn’t pull away, though. The rush of doing something so wickedly naughty as undressing right there in the middle of her bar was too hot to resist.
Mack's hands slowly slid up to cup her bare breasts. He gently hefted them, tweaking her nipples bet
ween his thumbs and forefingers. The slight pressure sent little sparks dancing across her skin and made her nipples stiffen until they were almost painfully tight.
Ked enveloped her in his warmth from behind, his big, strong hands massaging her shoulders and neck, sometimes gliding down her sides and all the way around to caress her stomach. She wouldn’t have thought her belly button was one of her erogenous zones, but as he lightly traced it with one of his fingertips, a quiver went through her.
She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. By the time her jeans came off, she was going to be soaking wet.
Mack broke the kiss to nibble his way along her jaw and down her neck. She knew where he was heading, and couldn't help weaving her fingers in his hair to urge him there faster. He took the hint with a chuckle, giving one of her nipples a single, tantalizing swipe with his tongue before tilting his head to look up at her.
“Is that what you wanted?”
Dallas didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed a handful of his hair and shoved his mouth against her breast again. Mack suckled on the stiff, tender peak like a starving man.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed. “Just like that.”
Not to be left out, Ked pressed his lips to the curve of her neck and did some serious suckling of his own. Dallas reached up with her free hand and threaded her fingers in his hair, holding him exactly where she wanted.
A handsome cowboy in each hand, each with a mouth that wouldn't stop. Heaven, Dallas thought with a sigh. Just pure heaven.
Mack moved from nipple to nipple, suckling and nipping them until she was practically babbling in pleasure. Her knees got so weak she had to put both hands on his shoulders to hold herself steady. Unfortunately, he took that as some sort of sign that he should stop what he was doing—much to her body’s disappointment.
Ked must have decided now was also a good time to stop nibbling on her neck. In the space of about a second, she went from over-stimulated to no stimulation at all.
“You two didn't have to stop.” She gave them a pout. “I was just trying to get my balance.”
