Boots and Bareback: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 3

by Myla Jackson

  Sean stood for a moment, captivated by the beauty.

  “Hey, move. You’re blocking the view!” a voice called out.

  Tearing himself away from the stage, Sean returned to his seat and eased down, his jeans so tight, they hurt.

  “That gave me a hard-on just watching,” Gabe muttered.

  Her back to the stage, Isabella slipped a long-sleeved, sheer white blouse halfway down her back and glanced over her shoulder with an exaggerated wink.

  “Take it off!” the men shouted, Sean calling out just as loud.

  The shirt dropped to her fingers and she spun, flinging it at the leering spectators. Wearing baggy pants that hung low enough around her hips they gave a glimpse of her thong, topped with a sparkling red vest, buttoned in the middle of her cleavage, she danced from one corner of the stage to the other, shimmying. The vest did little to hide her midriff, giving the men a view of smooth skin, tight abs and a sexy belly button.

  She dipped her shoulders, leaning toward Jesse, her eyelids sinking low over her beautiful blue-gray eyes.

  The shadow between full, rounded breasts made Sean want to touch, to squeeze, to hold her naked against his skin.

  “I’m next.” Tanner ripped a bill from the stash in his wallet and leaped from his seat, advancing on the stage as another man did the same.

  With a withering glance, Tanner sent the other man scurrying back to his chair.

  Isabella spun away and danced back to the edge of the stage. She leaned over, presenting her cleavage. “You know what to do?”

  “You bet.” Tanner slid the bill into the V.

  Sean moaned and shifted in his chair, adjusting his jeans. Having the biggest cock of the brothers proved to be a disadvantage at times like this.

  Tanner’s fingers lingered in her costume.

  Gabe stood, his arms crossing over his chest. “Tanner.” He spoke the one word with all the authority of the eldest O’Brien brother.

  Tanner jerked his hand back and turned toward the table he shared with his brothers, his cheeks a ruddy red, a frown settling across his forehead.

  Isabella straightened, sliding her fingers inside her bikini bra to secure the bill. She winked at Gabe and danced away. She waved toward the baggy pants, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the enraptured men. “More?”

  “God, yesss!” Jesse yelled, his eyes glazed, his words slurring to the tune of the amount of alcohol he’d absorbed.

  One of his buddies elbowed him in the side. “Hey, you’re about to get married.”

  “I’m getting married, not castrated.” Jesse laughed. “My future wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, but I can appreciate great artwork when I see it. And Isabella is a piece of…art.”

  “Take it off,” Sean whispered.

  Another man stood and punched the air with a fist. “Take it off!”

  Soon all the men were on their feet, Sean included, each chanting, Take it off.

  Isabella grabbed the front of the dark, baggy pants she wore and yanked them away, the Velcro strips along the side seams gave and the garment flew to the side of the stage where the jacket lay in a heap.

  Beneath the baggy pants, she wore shiny, black, faux-leather chaps over the bright red, sequined thong.

  Sean groaned, wishing she’d ride him with those incredibly hot chaps.

  The crowd hooted and hollered, stomping their cowboy boots on the wooden floor.

  The song faded away and with it, Isabella ducked back behind the curtain.

  The three minutes she’d performed had passed fast.

  Sean was so hot, he unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt and took a long pull on his cool beer.

  “She’s got that effect on me too.” Gabe loosened a button on his shirt as well, grabbed a bandana from his back pocket and wiped his forehead. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

  “I don’t think baby brother can take much more, either.” Tanner nodded toward Jesse.

  Jesse waved toward the stage. “What happened to the tradition of the bachelor getting a lap dance?” he yelled.

  Chapter Five

  Isabella cringed, dreading what came next. She’d never performed a lap dance, not even in the privacy of her own bedroom with Daniel, or any other man for that matter. In preparation, she’d danced around a chair in her apartment, but she figured it would be a lot different with a man seated in the chair, with long legs and boots to trip over, not to mention hands grabbing while she tried to dance.

  She sucked in a deep breath to steady her galloping heartbeat. The last dance wouldn’t have been so bad, but having Sean and Tanner touch her skin had set her nerves aflame, especially having had sex with their brother. Her core throbbed, and she worried that if she let them do much more, she’d forget she was there just to dance.

  The second song blasted through the speaker system.

  Isabella jumped, grabbed some props and dashed for the curtain.

  When she stepped out, the men whooped and whistled.

  A slow burn worked its way up her neck into her cheeks. Her anxiety receding, she realized she liked this gig more than she’d expected. Dancing half-naked for a small group of men had a liberating effect on her. She’d never felt more powerful or feminine. The tough texture of the riding crop grasped in her fist only added to the Dominatrix part she’d imagined playing.

  “Oh, boy! It’s lap dance time,” a man called out.

  “Makes me wish I was the bachelor getting married,” another moaned. “I’d like to have me some of that riding my…”

  His friend elbowed him in the gut. “Manners, dude.”

  Isabella swayed to the edge of the stage and waited, her brows raised, her gaze on Sean, Tanner and Gabe. “Can a lady get a lift?”

  The three sprang to their feet, each holding out their hands to help her down.

  Tanner and Sean reached her first, grabbing a hand to help her off the stage.

  Gabe stood in front of her, held out his palm and twirled her into his arms and back out again. “You’re beautiful.”

  Her body warmed as his deep, rich voice coated her like melted chocolate. As much as she wanted to explore more of these three O’Brien men, the youngest awaited the traditional lap dance.

  Sean gripped her hand and brought it to his lips. “Later.”

  Tanner took her other hand and led her to his brother. “We’re not done.”

  A thrill shivered over her body. Although the hour grew late, the night held more promise than Isabella knew how to handle. She stood in front of the handsome Jesse who would walk down the aisle the next day with his beautiful bride.

  His head lolled back, his eyes glazed, a goofy smile sliding across his face. “I hope Ellie won’t be upset. Sure hate for her to stand me up at the altar.”

  Isabella smiled. “I’ll be gentle.”

  As the music swelled, Isabella swayed her hips, losing herself in the rhythm. Jesse looked so much like his brothers, Isabella imagined she was dancing for Gabe, Sean or Tanner, or better yet…all three. She sat in Jesse’s lap and turned her back to him, bending to reach for her toes, giving him a full view of her practically naked bottom.

  “Spank her, man,” his friend shouted.

  “Yeah, if you don’t, I will,” another interjected, laughing.

  Isabella chose that moment to glance up.

  Sean, Tanner and Gabe stood close, their hands clenched at their sides, their faces set in grim lines, their jeans bulging at the fly. Each man’s gaze locked on her exposed ass.

  Isabella arched her back, bringing her breasts into view.

  The three men sucked in breaths as one, their chests rising and falling as they exhaled.

  Oh, yeah, the night could be a lot more interesting, if she chose to seduce all three.

  A power surge like none she’d felt before ripped through Isabella, giving her the courage to ramp up the sex factor and make the lap dance more for the bachelor’s brothers than the engaged one, whose lap she o
ccupied. She wiggled her bottom and rose to sit in his lap again, grinding her ass against the rising ridge in his jeans. Even the almost married man couldn’t resist a little action.

  “You gotta stop that, or I’ll be divorced before I make it to the altar.” Jesse grabbed her chaps and pushed her toward his brothers. “Dance for my brothers. I’ll watch and think of my fiancée.”

  Isabella stumbled toward Gabe, Tanner and Sean. Tanner caught her, his hands landing around her rib cage beneath the swell of her breasts.

  “Let her dance with me. I’ll be nice.” A sandy-blond-haired man stepped forward, his hands held out toward Isabella.

  Jesse shook his head. “No way, Ernie. Cassie claims you have arms like an octopus.”

  “I’ll behave.” A dark-haired Hispanic man claimed. “Por favor, let her dance for me.”

  “Mario, you’re married. Keep it that way.” Jesse grinned up at his brothers. “Besides, my brothers are smitten with the lovely Isabella. I’m curious to see which one she chooses.”

  Isabella frowned.

  “Am I a game to you O’Briens?” She brushed Tanner’s hands away and stood with her hands fisted on her hips.

  “No.” All four brothers spoke at once.

  “I just want to take you out. Get to know you,” Sean said.

  “I want to date you,” Gabe said.

  “Me too,” Tanner added. “Question is why you won’t go out with any of us?”

  Her hands fell to her sides. Isabella had one good reason for not wanting to go out with them. And it had nothing to do with them, so she shrugged and lied. “I can’t decide which one I like best.”

  Tanner’s frown deepened.

  Gabe stared at her, eyes narrowed, not uttering a word.

  Only Sean whooped. “The rest of you losers can back off. She likes us.”

  “Let her dance.” Jesse stood, pushing his way through his brothers, giving Isabella some space. “This is my last night as a single man. There’s nothing I’d like more than to watch my brothers suffer, fighting over one woman. You don’t know how good it feels that I’m marrying the woman of my dreams and I’ll have her all to myself.” He waved toward Isabella. “Dance. Maybe that will help you decide which one of these boneheads you want.”

  Isabella slipped away from the men and climbed the steps onto the stage, her breath labored. Had her lie been an untruth? Or had it been too close to the truth?

  With the music twisting around the thoughts in her mind, she undulated and swayed her way toward the mechanical horse, choosing to ride to ease her troubled and confused thoughts.

  She switched on the motor, grabbed the fake mane and swung up onto the fiberglass beast.

  As the horse turned and bucked beneath her, Isabella held on, her body moving with the music and the rhythm of the beast. With the men watching, their gazes caressing her from top to bottom, heat rose from her core to spread throughout her body. Moisture pooled in her channel, and each rub against her pussy sent fractured spikes of electricity shooting straight to her center.

  The riding crop found its way between her legs, tapping at the triangle of fabric covering her clit. She wanted to strip naked and ride bareback, her slit rubbing against the leather crop.

  As the song came to an end, she slid off the mechanical horse and fled behind the curtain, so aroused she didn’t know how she’d go on for another dance. And loving every elevated sensation she was feeling.

  She leaned against a beam, her hands trembling so badly she dropped the crop to the floor. Isabella slid her fingers over her bare midriff and down into the tiny swatch of material over her pussy, seeking the bundle of nerves buried between her folds.

  There. She flicked the bud, sending a pulse of shocks straight to her core. Isabella gasped.

  “You all right in here?”

  Isabella yanked her hand free of her costume and spun to face the source of the voice.

  Libby stood with her head poked through the gap in the curtain, a smile curling the corners of her lips. “The guys are getting restless, but if you want I can stall them for another five minutes with drinks.”

  “No. I only need a minute. Then you can start the music.”

  “Will do.” Libby’s head disappeared, then reappeared. “For what it’s worth, you’re doing such a good job, you almost made me come. I want to borrow that thong.” She winked and withdrew, leaving Isabella alone to gather her wits.

  How could she go back out there when all she wanted to do now was to throw her legs open and let each one of the O’Brien men fuck her until she couldn’t stand for a week? Her tummy clenched and a heat washed over her pussy. Had she known stripping would generate such and erotic response, she’d have done it years ago.

  Her nipples were taut little buttons, poking hard at the bikini bra, her gut knotted, her pussy contracted and her knees wobbled.

  On top of all her physical responses, the music started up again.

  Isabella moaned, pressing her hands to her breasts, squeezing hard as another flash of desire rocketed through her. Was this what it felt like to have an orgasm?

  “Isabella? You coming out?” Libby called.

  With little willpower left and too many thoughts of hot, nasty sex crowding her mind, Isabella had to remind herself, once again, why she was there. One more dance would give her another five hundred dollars. No matter how unsteady, how aroused or scared she was, she had to do it.

  She stumbled to the curtain and flung it open.

  The saloon was empty, only Libby stood at the bar, polishing the shiny wood surface with her cloth. “They all got up and left.”

  A heavy knot hit the pit of Isabella’s gut so hard, she wanted to throw up. “Are they coming back?”

  “I think some of them are.” Libby grinned. “You’re not getting off that easy. Greta Sue is driving the drunk home, but some of them wanted to stay, saying something about wanting their third dance. You want me to start the music over when they come back in?”

  She didn’t have to, the O’Brien men returned less the groom.

  Isabella stood on the stage, motionless.

  “You fellas gonna want another drink?” Libby asked.

  Gabe shook his head. “You can go home. We’re done drinking.” His gaze never left Isabella’s face.

  A shiver rippled across her skin, raising gooseflesh on her arms.

  “I’m almost done here, then I’m headed out. Might get home early for once.” Libby cast a glance at Isabella. “You want me to stick around to lock up?”

  “No,” Isabella said. “I have a key. I’ll lock up.”

  Libby gathered her keys and leather jacket, nodding at the O’Brien men. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Which basically means, have fun.” And she left.

  “Do you still want me to dance?” Isabella asked from her perch on the stage.

  “Dad said he was paying for three,” Tanner said, his face set, his dark brown, intense stare focused on her. “We hope you’ll stay and earn your pay.” His lips softened into a smile.

  Isabella’s knees weakened. That had to be one of the very few real smiles she’d seen on Tanner. “Of course.” Anything you ask, as long as you smile at me that way.

  Alone with the three men who’d been foremost on her mind, Isabella concentrated on maintaining her footing when her legs wobbled like limp rubber bands.

  The music played on. Libby must have lined up several songs.

  Only obligated to dance to one more song, Isabella didn’t care. Tanner, Gabe and Sean pulled up seats near the raised stage and sat, waiting for her to begin.

  Letting the music fill her body and soul, she closed her eyes and swayed gently, her hips moving in circular motions like Audrey had shown her one day in the storeroom. Isabella crossed her hands over her waist, spreading them over her bare belly, then raising them to clutch the vest buttoned in the middle. She pulled the button free and let the vest fall off her shoulders to the floor.

  Cool air caressed her heated skin, bu
t it wasn’t enough to extinguish the fire building inside. Isabella wanted to be closer to the men who’d sparked the flame. She reached out her arms.

  All three men leaped to their feet. Gabe reached her first, tugging her hand hard enough to pull her off balance.

  Isabella fell forward, completely confident Gabe wouldn’t let her hit the ground.

  He caught her in his arms, sweeping her legs out from under her. After he swung her around once, he set her on her feet, his hands resting on her hips. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered against her hair.

  “I want this.” Her words feathered across his cheek.

  “All three of us?” He pulled back, staring down into her eyes.

  “Maybe that’s what I need.”

  “Isabella, you’re beautiful and the sexiest woman I know. Don’t ever think you’re not, because you are. I’m greedy and don’t want to share, but…” Gabe held her gaze and at last shrugged. “… For you.” His mouth descended to claim hers.

  The kiss started out a soft pressure, growing more insistent until Isabella opened her mouth, letting Gabe’s tongue slide past her teeth to toy with her own.

  A third, strong, male hand caressed her shoulder, sliding down her length to cup her bottom. Tanner leaned in and captured her earlobe, nibbling gently. “You take my breath away.”

  Gabe pulled her closer until her pelvis fit snugly against his thighs. He pressed a knee between her legs, the coarse fabric of his denim jeans causing a sexy friction against her thong-covered pussy.

  Not to be left out, Sean slid his hand up Isabella’s rib cage, boldly capturing one of her breasts, his thumb digging beneath the sequined fabric to find and tweak the pointed nipple.

  Isabella reached to either side, the backs of her hands sliding over Sean and Tanner’s crisply starched cotton shirts, downward to their thick leather belts. She sighed, barely remembering to draw in the next breath.

  Gabe’s mouth released hers and he leaned back, staring down into her eyes. “Are we overwhelming you?”

  Hands stilled on her breast and bottom. “No!” she gasped. Then she slid her hands into the waistbands of Sean’s and Tanner’s jeans. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” Her leg slid up the outside of Gabe’s, her cunt rubbing over the top of his thigh. If anything, the thong was too much.