9781618850478TwoForThePriceOfOneSullivan

by Unknown

  "Not on your life. I'll take my chances if it means holding you, Emma. Just warn a guy, would ya?"

  "Well, you shouldn't have grabbed me."

  "Yeah, I kind of gathered you don't like bein' startled."

  "Cade taught me how to defend myself. You got to be my test dummy."

  "Great. Now I'm a dummy." Beau sat up with a small grin on his lips, wiped the remaining blood from his face, and set the ice down on the table. "I think it's quit."

  Unable to stop herself, she brushed her lips against his for a moment, tasting what she'd been dying to since the moment she laid eyes on him.

  The moment she lifted her head, he said, "I think I might need another one. You know, for medicinal purposes."

  Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, she scooted closer and pressed her mouth over his. The moment their lips touched, her body caught fire from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. A soft moan broke the stillness of the evening, but she didn't quite know if it came from him or from her. Her arms went up around his neck, and she tilted her head as his tongue dove between her lips to slide along hers. How could two men look so much alike but kiss so differently and taste so good? Beau's hands did a slow crawl down her spine and then cupped her hips. Moments later, she found herself straddling his hips, kissing him like the sun wouldn't come up in the morning if she didn't give in to these feelings he stirred.

  Warmth covered her back and a second set of lips found the edge of her earlobe, sending her desire skyrocketing out of control. Teeth nipped, and a tongue played along the skin of her neck while she continued to kiss Beau. Having two men touching, licking, nipping, and focusing solely on her desire had her groaning in frustration the moment Beau's mouth released hers.

  "Don't stop."

  "We can't continue this out here, honey. Too many eyes," Brandon whispered in her ear.

  The evening air sent shivers down her back when Brandon stepped back and helped her scoot from Beau's lap. When she glanced down, there was no mistaking the bulge in his jeans.

  "You do this to me, darlin'. You drive me nuts," he growled, taking her hand and pressing it to his cock.

  Startled by the fierceness in his words and the strength of his touch, she backed up a step, only to run into the solid body of Brandon behind her. She couldn't deny the hard press of his cock into the crack of her ass, nor the cream spilling from her pussy to coat her silky underwear.

  "We both want you, Emma. Are you up for some hard lovin'?" Brandon asked, his hands running up and down her arms.

  "W-what do you have in mind?"

  Brandon swept her hair back from her neck and pressed a kiss to the soft spot just below her earlobe. "Ever had a man in your ass, honey?"

  "N-no."

  "Do you want to?"

  "Oh God, yes." Heat swept over her cheeks at the admission of such a naughty thing. Anal sex? Good girls didn't give in to such torrid fantasies, did they? "I mean, I've thought about it and I…I'm curious."

  "How about after we're done here tonight, you come back to the hotel with us? Nothin' has to happen you don't want, but between me and Beau, we can make your every fantasy a reality."

  She sucked in a ragged breath and slowly blew it out in a small attempt to calm her racing heart. Could she really let both Brandon and Beau make love to her? Make love, hell! It would be down and dirty sex and nothing more. It would be a dream come true to have Brandon Tucker in her bed—and now that she knew there were two of them, the whole dream might be double the fun.

  "What's it gonna be, darlin'?" Beau asked, standing in front of her and running his thumb over her bottom lip.

  "Can I think about it?"

  "Sure," Brandon replied, and Beau nodded. "We still have some work to do around here to get set up for tomorrow. Plus, I hear there's gonna be dancin' and drinkin' in a while."

  "Yeah, there is. It's kind of a small party before the town gets flooded with tourists for the rodeo and all hell breaks loose tomorrow. I need to ask a question though." She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "Have you two done this before? Shared a girl I mean."

  "A time or two," Beau answered. "You okay with that?"

  "Does it matter? I mean, what you've done in the past, or what you'll do after you leave Red Rock doesn't matter a hill of beans to me. This is only for the here and now. No long term. No promises."

  The looks passing between the twins gave her pause. Understanding and acceptance reflected in their eyes, but another, deeper emotion flickered for a moment and then disappeared. They wanted a quick down and dirty affair before they moved onto the next town. Didn't they?

  She stepped from between them and headed for the tent. Thoughts danced in her mind and her body tingled with the promise in their words, but could she really have sex with both men?

  * * * *

  As the two of them watched her walk away, Beau couldn't believe how things were transpiring. The plan was to spend more time with Emma before they left, but he really hadn't been sure if she'd go for it. Yeah, the attraction and fire burned between the three of them. He felt it and he knew Brandon did too. If someone had told him he and Brandon would have a chance at one dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty last night, he'd have told them they'd lost their mind. The way she'd cussed at them and thrown them out of her house, he'd figured they'd blown their chance at anything with her without a whole lot of groveling.

  "You think she'll go for it?" he asked Brandon.

  "By the way she responded to being sandwiched between us, I'd say yeah. The whole thought of it intrigues her."

  "Thinking about it has me hard enough to pound nails with my dick."

  "Yeah. You and be both, brother," Brandon replied, pressing his hand down on his dick to try to relieve some of the pressure. "I want inside her ass so bad, I could come in my jeans right now."

  "I bet her pussy tastes sweet. I want to eat her until she comes all over my face."

  "We keep talkin' like this, Beau, and we'll both be headed for the bathroom to jack off."

  "I know."

  Brandon looked at his face and asked, "What the hell happened to your nose, anyhow?"

  "Our little spitfire head-butted me," he replied, gingerly fingering the bridge of his nose.

  "No shit!"

  "Yeah. I followed her out here and grabbed her around the waist. I guess she didn't realize it was me, so she smashed her head into my nose. Damn near broke it."

  "You're a walkin' wreck there, brother dear. You think you'll be up to makin' our little lady scream?" Brandon asked, slapping him on the back as they headed for the tent.

  "Give me two minutes between those thighs, and she'll be more than screamin'."

  "Yeah, yeah. I'll believe it when I see it."

  "Is that a challenge, Brandon? See who can make her scream first or loudest?"

  "Oh, I'm up for it. What'cha bettin'?"

  "If I get her to come first with my name on her lips, you owe me one whole day alone with her."

  Brandon rubbed his chin and grinned. "And if I make her come first screamin' Brandon, then I get one whole day alone with her."

  They shook hands and Beau smiled. "You're on brother."

  "But we can't tell Emma we're bettin' like this. She'll be pissed."

  "Yeah. It'll be our secret."

  When they reached the flap in the tent and walked inside, Beau's gaze automatically sought out the woman who had them both on edge. Emma stood at the back of the tent behind the beer taps, talking with Becky. As if she could feel his gaze, she turned to face them and smiled so sweetly, he wanted to grab her right then and run back to the hotel room. He needed to think of something else besides how hot she looked, how soft her hair had been when he'd held onto it while he kissed her, how luscious her lips tasted, and how nice her breast would feel in his palm. Going caveman on her wouldn't be the best move on his part, but damn! If she didn't quit looking at him like she wanted to eat him alive, he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer.

 
; Think of somethin' man—anything besides her right now. Yeah, ridin' herd, stayin' on a bull for the full eight seconds, stackin' hay at our parents' place. Oh hell, this isn't workin' at all!

  Several guys walked in with band equipment to set up for their show in about an hour, so he figured he'd help them. Maybe he'd stay so busy, he'd forget about Emma—for oh, about thirty seconds.

  The sound of her laughter brought his attention back to her—not like it had strayed much anyway. Whether she laughed, moaned, sighed, or growled, he wanted to hear each sound as he made love to her.

  Made love? Seriously? I'm gettin' in way over my head here. Hell, I've only know her two days. I need to think of this like it will actually be. Fuckin'. Having sex. Doin’ the horizontal mambo. Boinkin' her. Drilling her ass. Eatin' her out and findin' out exactly how sweet her cunt is. Okay. Yeah. Better. He glanced at her and caught her gaze on him—her eyes blazing blue, her nipples hard points against her tank top, and a little press of her thighs together telling him she was turned on too. Oh shit! I'm so screwed.

  * * * *

  People flooded into the fairgrounds by the truckload. Cars, pickups, four-wheelers, and every other type of transportation one could think of found a spot to park. The annual Founder's Day rodeo was winding up for an all-out party. Tonight would be the opening dance, the beer fest where the locals could come and have some fun before the craziness started in the morning.

  "Wow. What a crowd already," Becky said, manning the beer tap on the right side of the makeshift bar.

  "Yeah. I hope the tips are good tonight. I could use the cash," Emma responded from the other end.

  "Oh, please, Emma—you always rake it in every time you play barmaid."

  Her tip jar already showed signs of needing to be emptied, and they'd only been serving for thirty minutes. It helped that she wore a breast-hugging top cut high to show off her belly button ring, jeans molded to her hips, and a necklace dangling just above her cleavage. Of course, she loved the looks she got from Brandon and Beau the moment she stepped back inside the tent after she'd changed her clothes. Both men focused entirely on her, much to the chagrin of several other women in the room, and now they continued to sit off to her left at a table by themselves.

  In a lull between customers, Becky came over to her side and nodded in the direction of her two men.

  "So what's up with you and those two? Are you gonna move to the next step?"

  "And what's the next step, Bec?" she asked sarcastically, letting Becky think what she would.

  "Sex, of course." Becky's eyes widened and a small, dreamy smile curved her lips. "The thought of being sandwiched between those two hard bodies would make any red-blooded woman horny, and I've seen you shifting your stance over here." Becky laughed, and Emma blushed.

  "Well, they did proposition me," she replied, absently wiping down the wooden plank serving as a bar.

  Becky's eyebrows almost met her hair when she said, "Really? Wow! What'd you say?"

  "Nothing yet. I told them I needed to think about it." She shrugged and glanced their way again, only to find both sets of brown eyes glued to her.

  "What the hell is there to think about? I'd take either one, much less both."

  "Oh please." Emma put both hands on her hips and snorted. "You're too hot for Seth to even think about being with another guy."

  "I think about it, Emma. I think about it a lot, since Seth isn't an option for me."

  She shook her head and sighed. "Substituting another man for the one you really want isn't right either."

  "Hey! Can I get a beer?"

  Both of them turned to face an obnoxious shout of a man at Becky's end of the bar. "Keep your boxers on, Mac. I'll be there in a second," Becky replied.

  "Well hurry your sweet ass up. I need me another beer."

  "You've probably already had too many, so just chill out a minute. Otherwise I won't serve you."

  "The hell you won't, girl. Do I need to beat your ass for you? Maybe you like it a little rough. I bet I can oblige."

  Fury and indignation rushed through Emma. Smartass, drunk men pissed her off. "You'd better shut your trap or I'll—"

  "You'll what, Emma?" he asked, infuriating her further.

  "Enough, Mac," Seth said, stopping next to the tap. "You're done for the night, buddy. No more for you."

  "Fuck you, Seth Reardon. My buddies and I keep you in business. Now I want another beer, and I want little miss hoity-toity over there to serve it to me between her breasts. I've got a hankerin' to lick those pretty little tips with the end of my tongue."

  The next thing Emma realized, Beau and Brandon stood on either side of the intoxicated man, and the place went silent when Seth pulled back his fist and knocked MacKenzie to the ground.

  "If you ever fuckin' talk about my woman like that again, Mac, you won't be walkin' for several weeks, 'cause I'll break your legs for you. And don't bother to come back into my bar. From now on, you can drink somewhere else." Seth motioned for Beau and Brandon to escort MacKenzie from the tent amongst the round of applause from the rest of the people in the place.

  "Did you hear that?" Emma whispered in Becky's ear. "He called you his woman."

  Tears welled in her friend's gaze, and before Emma couldn’t say anything more, Becky turned and fled the tent.

  Seth watched from several feet away until Emma went over to him and said, "If you want her, you need to go after her. Enough of this crap. Tell her how you feel, Seth, otherwise you might as well give up right now."

  After a moment he nodded and followed Becky outside.

  "Damn stubborn men," Emma grumbled, taking her place at the tap again and started serving customers.

  The line grew to unbelievable lengths until she noticed the women shifting to the other end of the bar. She glanced to her right and about dropped the cup in her hand when she saw Brandon serving beer after beer. He looked her way, winked and smiled.

  "Hey folks! I've got an idea," Beau shouted from the raised stage at the other end of the bar. "How about a friendly competition between Emma and Brandon?"

  The roar of approval made her ears ring, but she wasn't sure she wanted anything to do with a competition Beau might come up with. It appeared she didn't have a choice when his voice rose above the crowd.

  "On one end of the bar we have local beauty Emma Weston. Dark haired, big blue eyes and cleavage deep enough to make any man's mouth water. On the other end we have Brandon Tucker, country crooner, handsome devil in disguise—so be careful ladies—an all-around ladies' man. We're gonna put up tip jars for both on the table there, and for the next hour while the band plays, all tips will go to Charlene Campbell's folks for her hospital bills. The two contestants can do whatever it takes to make the tips. Kiss, touch… What do you say?"

  Is he serious? All eyes focused on her and Brandon.

  A wickedly sexy grin lifted the corners of Brandon's mouth, and he took the several steps between them to close the gap. One arm slipped around her waist, and he pulled her toward him. "What do you say, honey? You game?"

  "Uh, sure. I guess. It's to help out Charlene, so I'll do whatever."

  Fire danced in the brown depths of his eyes, and she had a bad feeling about how this would play out. Somehow, she got the idea that whether she won or lost, Brandon Tucker was about to turn her world upside down.

  "How about we make our own little side bet?"

  Shivers rolled down her spine, and she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "What do you have in mind?" she whispered in a choked voice.

  "Let's see," he murmured. "If I win, Beau and I get your company exclusively whenever we want it, to do with as we please—including you naked and at our mercy—for the rest of the time we're in town."

  She swallowed hard. "And what if I win?"

  "Name your poison, honey."

  Did she dare ask for what she wanted? If she lost, she'd still get this gnawing ache inside her filled by two heavenly looking guys, one of whom she'd lusted
after for way too long and the other, his identical twin.

  The need to see if the real Brandon Tucker could drop the megastar attitude and be the man any girl would love to fall for spurred her on. Beau would do what she asked without a second thought—with his caring personality, he could do no less—but Brandon?

  Leaning toward him so only he could hear her words, she whispered, "You'll give half of everything you make over the next year to charity."

  Chapter Five

  "You drive a hard bargain, baby, but you're on," Brandon replied and then kissed her hard on the mouth.

  Her whole body tingled under the pressure of his kiss. She arched into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving in to the heat of his mouth and the longing inside her. Slowly the wolf whistles and catcalls penetrated her foggy brain enough for her to push against his chest.

  "Let the games begin," she whispered and then stepped back to take her place at the tap. "You do know how to handle that thing, right, big man?"

  "A beer tap? I'm a cowboy, honey. I've been handlin' beer since before you were born."

  "I doubt it." She let her gaze run from the top of his Stetson to the toes of his boots. "Besides, I got somethin' you ain't got, hot man."

  "Oh?" he asked, splaying his fingers and cracking his knuckles as he prepared to start pouring.

  "Yeah. These," she said, wiggling her breasts and tugging her top down far enough only the nipples and the bottom of her breasts were covered. Then she tucked the hem of her shirt into the elastic bottom of the built in bra. "Bring it on boys!"

  The band tuned up and let rip a saucy beer drinking song, and the race was on. Men drooled on her, kissed her, and she even let a few feel a little, but the tip jar on Brandon's side stayed pretty much neck and neck with hers. She watched as he passed out tongue-melting kisses in exchange for lots and lots of cash in his tip jar. The burning ache in her chest from watching him fondle practically every woman in the place never went away. Beau soothed her a little with kisses and touches of his own, but she felt like a third of her was missing.