by Myla Jackson
“She’s here!” someone shouted.
Isabella blinked, trying to focus on the crowd in the barroom. Something big stood in the center of the dance floor. Bigger than a man and shaped like a…
“Is that a horse?” Isabella whispered.
Audrey leaned close to her ear. “Not just a horse. Go on. See for yourself.”
Isabella’s heart skipped several beats and then raced ahead.
The horse tossed his head and whickered as if sensing her presence.
“Sundance?” Isabella stumbled forward, tears filling her eyes. “Is that you, boy?”
The crowded bar was surprisingly quiet, every cowboy and cowgirl in the place aware of how spooked a horse could become by excessive noise.
“Go on, Isabella.” Charli Sutton, lugging a tray loaded with beer mugs and whiskey shooters, grinned as Isabella passed her. “This is all for you. And let me tell you what a treat those O’Brien boys are.” She winked and moved on.
“This is for me?” Isabella squeaked. “But I don’t understand.”
“Give the cowboys a chance to explain,” Audrey said from behind her.
The aisle to the dance floor opened, giving Isabella a clear path.
Sean held Sundance’s lead rope. Gabe and Tanner stood beside him. All three men were dressed in their best-pressed jeans, crisp white cotton shirts, cowboy hats and boots, and polished rodeo belt buckles. The best looking-cowboys in the whole darned place as far as Isabella was concerned.
“How did you find him?” Isabella reached out and smoothed her hand over the nervous stallion’s velvety nose. She swept her fingers over the side of his neck and buried her tear-drenched face in his mane. “I can’t believe you found him.”
“It took some doin’, but we did,” Gabe said.
She pulled away from the horse and faced the men. “Why?”
“From what we gathered,” Gabe nodded toward his brothers, “Sundance means a lot to you.”
“We want you to continue on as his trainer.” Sean stepped forward, offering her the lead.
“At the Rockin’ O Ranch,” Tanner added.
“Yeah, it’s a bribe.” Gabe smiled.
Isabella took the lead rope, her head swinging side to side. “I have money. I can pay you for him.” She snorted softly. “It’s O’Brien money anyway.”
“The horse isn’t for sale.” Gabe held out his hand for Isabella’s. “We want you to come with him. He obviously loves you as much as you love him.”
Adding emphasis, Sundance nudged Isabella’s arm.
“I can be Sundance’s trainer?”
“Yeah, you don’t have to work here at the Ugly Stick if you don’t want to.” Sean smiled. “Although it would be okay with us if you still did.”
Isabella cast a glance at her boss. “I kinda got used to it.”
“I’d love if you could help out during the busy times,” Audrey offered. “But I’d completely understand if you quit altogether.” She grinned. “You’ll be pretty busy at the ranch.”
Her gaze met Tanner’s. “I’d want to help out with all the animals and work.”
“That’s what we love about you, Isabella.” Tanner gave her one of his rare smiles.
She soothed a hand over Sundance’s nose, handing the lead to Gabe, her heart breaking. “I can’t. I’d feel like a charity case.”
“Not at all, sweetheart.” Sean elbowed Gabe. “Tell her the rest.”
Gabe dug in his pocket and pulled out a small black jewelry box.
Isabella’s eyes narrowed and she shook her head.
Gabe dropped to one knee. “Isabella Severs, Sean, Tanner and I promise to love, honor and cherish you for the rest of our lives. In return, we just want you to be a part of ours. Please, will you marry me?”
Isabella blinked. “But what if I don’t want a traditional life?”
“We want to provide for you and make sure you’re taken care of should anything happen to one or all of us,” Gabe insisted.
With Gabe at her feet, offering her the world, all Isabella’s dreams were within reach, but she was afraid it was all still a dream. “What about your father? Won’t he be disappointed?”
Jonathon O’Brian cleared his throat and stepped up beside Isabella. “I’d be proud to have you as a daughter-in-law.” His chest puffed out and he smiled. “I picked you for the bachelor party for a reason. And darned if my boys didn’t all fall in love with you. I’m happy if they’re happy.”
“Any other objections?” Gabe asked. “Gettin’ a little cramped down here.”
Isabella’s head spun and her knees wobbled. “I don’t know what to say.”
Tanner removed his cowboy hat and pressed it to his heart. “All you gotta do is say yes.”
Sean’s brows dipped. “You do love us, don’t you?”
A laugh bubbled up Isabella’s throat. “More than life.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Audrey piped in.
“Yes!” Isabella pulled Gabe to a standing position and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
Gabe whispered into her ear. “You do realize you get three grooms for the price of one wedding ring, don’t you?”
Her eyes teared up again, this time with happiness. “Yes, I do.”
Tanner and Sean joined the hug.
They didn’t break it up until Sundance wanted in on the action, nudging Tanner’s back hard enough to make the entire group stumble.
Gabe slipped the ring on Isabella’s finger. “We better get Sundance outta here before he gets antsy.”
“Good idea.” Audrey nodded toward the business end of the horse. “Do it before he leaves a present.”
Laughter rose from the crowd of well-wishers.
Isabella led the horse out the front entrance and around to the back where they’d hidden the horse trailer. For a long moment, she hugged Sundance, talking to him softly, reassuring him that she’d never let him go again. She loaded him in the trailer, unable to believe her life had just turned a one-eighty.
Once they had the horse settled, Gabe pulled Isabella into his arms and kissed her soundly. When he came up for air, he stepped aside.
Tanner smoothed a hand along the side of Isabella’s cheek. “I promise to do everything in my power to make you happy.” He kissed her gently, his tongue delving past her teeth to swirl around hers.
Isabella’s heart melted all over again at the tenderness the gruff cowboy was capable of. She kissed him back, loving the way he held her.
When Tanner released her, Sean swept her off her feet and danced around the parking lot, whooping. “We’re gonna have a great life. Just you wait and see.” He smacked a kiss on her cheek and a more passionate one on her lips, then he set her on her feet. “Where to?”
Breathless, her heart racing with the excitement of her engagement to the three strong cowboys, Isabella could think of only one place she’d rather be. “Anyone up for a little skinny-dippin’ in the moonlight?”
“Sweetheart, you’re makin’ a habit of it. Not that I’m complaining.” Gabe lifted her into his arms and strode the length of the horse trailer to his truck, depositing her in the passenger seat with a kiss to the end of her nose.
Half an hour later, Isabella and Gabe settled Sundance into his new home in the Rockin’ O Ranch horse barn.
Sean led Stormy and his own gelding out of their stalls and slipped bridles over their heads.
Tanner readied his mare and Gabe’s stallion.
As a full moon made a grand ascent into the night sky, Isabella and her three men rode out across the grasslands, bareback and in love.
She let her horse have her head, galloping over the rolling terrain. Isabella threw back her head and laughed, breathing in the warm Texas air, the scents of hay, horse and dust more familiar and reassuring than the beer and whiskey of the Ugly Stick.
As she neared the creek, she slowed Stormy to a sedate walk, admiring the way the moon reflected off the still waters.
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br /> Sean rode up on her left. ”Have you thought about when you want to get hitched?”
“No, I haven’t,” she admitted. “Too much has happened for me to wrap my head around everything.”
Tanner frowned. “The sooner the better.”
“Don’t pressure her.” Gabe rode on her right. “We’ll want to renovate the old homestead for a place to live. That’ll take time.”
“Too damned much time,” Tanner groused. “I want her living with us now.”
Gabe sat up straighter. “We all do. But to be fair to Isabella, she gets to decide.”
Isabella laughed out loud as she reined in her horse on the banks of the creek. “I don’t care. Today, tomorrow, next week… I want to be with all of you too. And like Tanner said, the sooner the better.”
Tanner dropped to the ground and reached up to help her down.
Isabella slid along his long, lean body, her pussy rubbing across the ridge of his fly. When her boots touched the ground, her pulse quickened, the promise of more to come setting her body on fire. “You’re overdressed,” she whispered. “Let me remedy that.” Her fingers loosened the buttons on his shirt, dragging the hem from his waistband.
Gabe and Sean busied themselves tying the horses to the nearby bushes.
Once she had the shirt open, Isabella smoothed her hands over Tanner’s chest, shoving the shirt back over his shoulders until it slid down his arms, dropping to his feet.
She reached for his belt buckle, loosening it so that she could unbutton his jeans. Ever so slowly, she eased his zipper down, dragging out the moment with wicked intensity.
“You’re killing me.” He grabbed her hands, shoving them away. In seconds he’d toed off his boots, dropped his jeans and stood naked in front of her. “Now let me help you.”
“I’ll help.” Gabe strode forward as naked as Tanner.
“Me too.” Sean, his nude body glowing blue in the moonlight, hurried into the fray, grabbing her around the middle and swinging her feet into the air. “Someone get the boots.”
Isabella laughed breathlessly as Gabe grabbed her boots and yanked them off.
Tanner unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them and the thong over her thighs, stopping to finger her pussy, testing its wetness. “I’m going to come before we get her completely naked.”
Sean set her on her bare feet and lifted the hem of her blouse, raising it up over her head, tossing it to the side. “I get her first this time.” He turned her in his arms. Bending, he lifted her, settling her legs around his hips. “Wet or dry?”
“Dry first.” She nodded toward the huge, stony ledge. “I want to make love to all of you at the same time.”
“Oh, baby, and we want that.” Sean carried her to the stone and eased her onto her back.
He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, then moved down her body, tonguing her skin, nipping her nipples and spreading kisses all the way across her belly and lower.
Heat burned beneath every touch of his lips and fingers, building at her core and spreading outward. “More, please,” she moaned.
Sean spread her thighs and lay down between them, his fingers parting her folds, his tongue finding her special nubbin of desire.
Gabe settled on her right, Tanner on her left, each claiming a breast, their fingers massaging and tweaking the nipples, leaving Sean to do his thing.
The youngest of her O’Brien brothers slid his tongue into her pussy, circling her entrance, then sliding upward to flick her clit. He poked a calloused finger into her cunt, then two, then three, the coarseness setting off bursts of flames inside her.
Isabella’s heels pressed against the stone, her back arching upward. “Oh, God, yes.” Sean’s relentless assault drove her up over the edge and she free-fell into an abyss of molten heat.
Sean climbed up her body and drove into her in one long, steady thrust, filling her to full and then some. Whether he had the biggest dick wasn’t a factor. What he did with it extended her orgasm through his own.
When he sagged against her, he sucked in a deep breath. “You’re so beautiful. I could stay like this all night.”
“No way.” Tanner nudged him. “Let me show her how it’s done.”
“I don’t know…” Isabella sighed and sat up. “Sean was pretty incredible.”
Sean moved to the side and Tanner hovered over her. “I have a year on him. I know a few things.”
Sean chuckled. “We’re talking about pleasing our woman, not breeding cows.”
Tanner shot a narrow-eyed look at his brother. “Shut up and learn something.”
Isabella rolled to the side, grabbed Gabe’s hand, dragging herself and him to their feet. “While you two argue, we’re going for a swim.” She jumped into the water.
Gabe landed beside her.
When they surfaced, two more splashes drenched them all over again.
“Promise me something,” she said as they all stood in water up to their waists.
“Anything.” Gabe cupped her chin.
“Name it.” Sean caressed her breast.
“Promise you what, baby?” Tanner lifted her left hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.
“That you’ll never let me come between you.”
Gabe hooked her elbow. “I don’t know. Kinda have to sometimes to get this close.” He pulled her against his erection.
“You know what I mean.” Her right hand slipped below the surface and wrapped around his cock.
“I promise,” Sean said.
“I promise,” Gabe echoed.
Tanner hesitated.
Isabella pulled her left hand free of Tanner’s grip and let it fall beneath the water to circle his dick. “Promise, Tanner?”
“When you put it like that…” He sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “I promise.”
“Then let’s get this party started.” Isabella slid her leg along Gabe’s, floating up to where her pussy hovered over his cock. “I could use a little help, Tanner.”
Tanner waded behind her and gripped her waist, positioning his dick at the tight little hole of her anus.
“Sean?” Isabella reached out and tugged the man over, pressing his hand to her breast. “Now, this is what I call the works. I love you guys just the way you are. Don’t ever change.”
“Now, that I can promise.” Tanner slid the tip of his dick into her ass.
Gabe entered her pussy in a long, slow glide.
Sean caressed her breast, tweaking the nipple.
The moon shone down on them, bathing them in a soft, blue glow.
Life didn’t get any better than that.
As the men moved inside of her, Isabella was proved wrong.
Oh, yes it did get better…much 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 genres including historical westerns, medieval, romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal 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 20+ 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.
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Ugly Stick Saloon
Boots and Chaps
Boots and Leather
Bound and Tied
Honor Bound
Duty Bound
River Bound
This biker chick longs for the open road…until two Kiowa cowboys shift her gears.
Boots and Leather
© 2012 Myla Jackson
Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 2
Eight months ago, Libby Jones park
ed her motorcycle in Temptation, Texas, to work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Since then she’s grown to love the bar’s feeling of family, but now it’s time to hit the road. The longer she stays, the greater the risk her father’s investigators will track her down.
Yet she can’t resist taking the Gray Wolf twins up on their offer to go riding on their ranch. Even though getting involved should be the last thing on her mind.
Ever since Libby landed at the Ugly Stick, Mark and Luke Gray Wolf have been trying to capture her attention. She's blown them off at every turn, until now. Their plan: expose her to the delights only twins can provide—and persuade her to stay for the long haul.
Libby’s longing for a life she can’t have makes her delay her departure just a heartbeat too long. Her hesitation gives her past time to walk through the saloon door, and all hell to break loose. Now the twins have a fight on their hands to teach her that being free doesn’t mean she can’t let go of her heart.
Warning: Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon. Pull up a chair and set a spell, you're gonna wanna hear this tale about two hot Kiowa twins and a leather-clad biker chick. Multiple partners, a little BDSM, and one skinny-dippin' scene so hot it’ll make the pages sizzle!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Boots and Leather:
Luke spoke first. “Why did you come out here today, Libby?”
Libby frowned, her face burning. “Sorry, I thought you two were interested in sex. My mistake.” She sat up and leaned across Mark, reaching for her shirt.
As her bare skin connected with his, her pussy creamed and she fought to drag air into her lungs. How embarrassing to be so brazen with these two men and them not want any part of her.
Mark’s arms wrapped around her, dragging her up his body to face him. “I don’t make it a habit to pounce on a woman, unless I know for certain that’s what she wants. Up until the point you took off your shirt, I wasn’t hedging my bets.”
“And he wanted to pounce.” Luke laughed. “My brother isn’t known for his willpower when it comes to a beautiful woman.”
Still stinging from their lack of response, Libby pushed against Mark’s chest, her fingers meeting with the hard muscles. “I took off my shirt. Good grief, what did you think I meant?”
