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"Think she's ready?" Brandon asked, pulling himself up to sit between her thighs.
"More than ready." Beau tossed him a condom and slipped one on himself before he pulled the tube of lube from the nightstand drawer and laid it on the bed. "Okay, darlin'. This is what we're gonna do." He slipped one arm around her and hauled her over his chest so she straddled his waist. "Open your hot little pussy for me."
The nudge of his cock at her opening awakened all the nerve endings in her pussy again as he slowly entered her body. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she leaned into him. With both hands on her hips, he pushed her down onto his cock, impaling her clear to the root.
"God, you're so tight, Emma. It's gonna be even tighter with Brandon in your ass."
She'd almost forgotten Brandon kneeling behind her until he nudged at her back hole. Beau reached up and flipped him the tube of lube. The next thing she felt was the cold smear of wet lubrication on her asshole. Brandon pushed some into her hole and massaged it around her in passage with his fingers.
"Relax, honey."
Beau shifted and eased his cock in and out of her pussy in shallow, slow strokes, while Brandon slicked her up and then bumped the head of his dick against her. She sucked in a ragged breath as the full head speared through her sphincter in a small pop.
"Goddamn, you're tight," Brandon hissed.
She could feel his hands trembling where they gripped her hips as he fought not to fuck her hard. God love both of them. The initial burn of his penetration eased into the most amazing feeling. Her pussy thrummed and spasmed with each inch of Brandon's cock easing into her hole and stretching her until she felt completely full.
"You okay, darlin'?" Beau asked as his lips brushed her hair.
"Yeah. Incredible."
"Fuck, yeah," Brandon replied.
A small wiggle of her hips brought a hiss from both men—her men...for tonight anyway. "You need to move. Both of you. Now."
With practiced ease, the two of them fell into a steady alternating rhythm, Beau penetrating her pussy and Brandon's dick in her ass. A whimper escaped her lip and her whole body trembled with the need to come, but something held her off. She grasped at the motions of their bodies, hoping she could pluck the elusive climax from the air.
"Somethin's not right, Brandon." They both stopped, and tears burned her eyelids.
"God, please don't stop," Emma whimpered.
"Tell me what to do, baby," Beau whispered, kissing her eyelids.
"My clit. Rub it."
His hand snaked down between their bodies, swirled through the lubrication caused by their joining, and rasped over her clit. At first his touch was soft, until she whimpered and moved her hips. Both men began to fuck her in earnest, and Beau's finger pressed hard against her clit, doing a little figure eight move and then flicking it back and forth.
Her high pitched scream of release bounced off the walls of the room. "Oh God!"
Several moments later, she collapsed on Beau's chest, but the pounding of their hips never lessened. Desire speared through her again, and she huffed an exhausted burst of air over the sweaty skin beneath her cheek. A smaller climax rushed through her, holding her body in its grasp. Within seconds Brandon growled his release behind her, and then Beau groaned as his climax hit him too.
The three of them stayed together, locked in passionate embrace, until Emma heard her cell phone ring. "Shit! Move!"
"What the hell?" Brandon grumbled, sliding his soft cock from her ass.
"Emma?" Beau asked.
"It's my dad. If I don't answer it, he'll freak!" She scrambled from the bed, grabbed her pants from the floor, and flipped open her phone with a winded 'hello.'
"Emma? Where are you honey? You didn't come home last night."
The question made her spin around and hush the two men in the room with her. "I'm fine, Dad. I spent the night with Becky."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. We helped Seth set up the beer tent and stuff last night. It was late when we left so I just crashed at her place. No biggie."
"Mmm. Want to tell me why you're lying to me, daughter?"
"But Daddy, I'm not—"
"Emma Leanne Weston. Don't you dare lie to me again. Becky called this morning looking for you, so I know you did spend the night at her house. Now where are you?"
"I'm sorry." She chewed her bottom lip and glanced at Beau and Brandon. "I'm at the hotel in town."
"Why?"
"I stayed with Beau and Brandon last night."
"Excuse me? I thought you weren't even talking to those two after you kicked them out of our house the other night."
"I know, but things changed, and I spent the night here."
"I'm sad you felt the need to lie to me, Emma, but I'm not going to lecture you. I just hope you aren't getting into somethin' that will hurt you in the end."
The disappointment in his voice tore at her heart. "But Daddy…"
"I'll see you when you get home, Emma." The silence had her biting her lip. "No matter what, sweetie, I love you."
"Thanks Dad. I love you too," she choked out as the phone clicked in her ear. "God, I'm so stupid!"
"Emma," Beau whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her. "You aren't stupid, darlin'. You have needs."
She quickly stepped out of his embrace and spun around. "Needs that can't be satisfied by one man, Beau? This kind of thing isn't normal. I heard the talk around town when Natalie, Cade, and Kale were dating. It was ugly. Do you think I want people to talk about me like that?"
"Honey, no one has to know what happens between the three of us. Beau and I wouldn't talk," Brandon said, stopping next to Beau.
"It doesn't matter. People saw me come in here with you two. I'd be surprised if the whole fuckin' town isn't talkin' already." She crumpled into the chair in the corner and dropped her face into her hands. "What the hell was I thinkin?" A moment later she jumped to her feet and grabbed her clothes from the floor, pulling them on. "I wasn't. The whole thing was impetuous. My mom always said I didn't think things through. Boy, was she right."
"Emma, wait," Beau said, pulling on his own clothes. "Don't leave like this."
"Like what, Beau? This whole thing was a huge mistake. I can't keep one man satisfied, much less two. And you two?" She shook her head and grabbed her keys. "Look at you. Either of you could have whoever you want. I'm a girl from a dinky town in the middle of nowhere, Montana. I couldn't hang onto a man for any length of time if I tried. I'm too tomboy. I've got a big mouth, and I talk tough. Men don't like those traits in a woman. I'm not sophisticated. I'm not beautiful."
"Don't insult yourself, Emma," Brandon said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down on the edge of the bed before she could make her escape. "You're a beautiful woman."
"I hate when people patronize me, Brandon, so please don't."
"I'm not. You are beautiful and sexy." His finger traced along her cheek.
"I need to go," she whispered, not really wanting to leave. Her head warred with her heart.
"Stay."
"No." She jumped to her feet and headed for the door. "Thanks for a good time, guys." After a quick glance behind her, she left without another word.
* * * *
"What the hell just happened?" Beau growled, running his hands through his hair. "Everything was going great."
"I know, Beau," Brandon replied, mimicking his brother's frustrated gesture as he watched the door slam behind Emma's departure. "We'll talk to her again later, at the rodeo. Maybe she'll be ready to listen there."
"Yeah—with a thousand people around, including her family? Are you nuts?"
"Maybe, but I know one thing. I'm not done with little Miss Emma Weston. Not by a long shot." He got to his feet and headed for the bathroom. "I'm taking a shower, and then you can have the bathroom if you want. We need to make sure everything is set for the show this evening anyway. We've got some work to do. I want to be out there around the people today. The more I can interact wi
th them, the more we'll have at the show, and the more money we'll make for Charlene."
"All right. I'll make some phone calls while you're in the shower. We'll need to stop at the garage so we can get your amps off the bus and some of the light setups out of the trailer."
After a quick shower, Brandon picked out the standard cowboy attire. Damn, I haven't worn the whole outfit in a while. Fastening each snap on the front and at his wrists, he thought of Emma. Would she be the type to love flinging those snaps open with a quick tug? His cock hardened behind the fly of his jeans just thinking about her. Being inside her ass earlier was heaven. He'd never felt anyone so tight and so perfect. Double penetration with her wasn't like anything he'd experienced before, and he and Beau had done it with a few. Her whimpers, moans, and ultimately her scream of climax had burned through his balls and made him ache to have her again. Enough. You don't need any kind of entanglements, no matter how enticing the woman.
Brandon returned to the living room area of the suite, where Beau sat on the couch with a pad of paper on his lap and his phone to his ear.
"Hey, Brandon. I've got things situated. Are you planning on hanging out by the bleachers and around the concession stands? Do we need to alert the local police for security?" Beau asked, shutting his phone and laying it on the table.
"It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to have a couple of cops on standby in case. I don't think it'll be a big deal once the announcement is made why we're doing this." He glanced at his brother and cocked his head to the side. "Are you gonna ride?"
Beau ran his hand over his stubbled cheek and jaw. "I think so. If I win, I can donate the money to Charlene."
"You haven't ridden bulls in a while, Beau. I don't want you gettin' hurt."
"I'll be fine. It hasn't been more than a year or so."
"Since when?" He sometimes forgot Beau had a life outside of the one they had together, but it shocked him to think his brother had ridden bulls while he'd been busy elsewhere.
"I hit a couple of rodeos last year when you went on vacation to the Bahamas with Anita."
Brandon thought back to mistake upon mistake with Anita. He'd thought himself in love with her, until he'd realized she'd liked the fame and recognition of being Brandon Tucker's woman—not him. Sex between them was hot at first, but when he'd started getting into a little kink with her—nothing major, just swatting her butt, wanting to tie her hands to the headboard so he could eat her out until she couldn't move, those kinds of things—she'd absolutely refused to discuss it. He'd even thought about marrying her at one time. Thank God he'd come to his senses without asking. Manipulation came naturally to her, but once he'd realized what she really wanted, he'd dumped her like a hot rock.
No woman could hold his attention long enough even to think about permanent anymore—well, maybe one, and he didn't know whether anything might come of this intoxicating attraction to her. "Well, just make sure you wear your vest and helmet. I don't need you ending up in the hospital."
"Worried about me, brother, or just worried no one else will be able to keep you out of trouble?"
"We fight. Brothers do those kinds of things, Beau, but you know you mean everything to me. If I didn't have you, I'd lose my mind and probably drown myself in a bottle." He laid a hand on Beau's shoulder. "If I haven't told you lately how much I appreciate all you do for me, then I've been an ass."
"You are an ass, Brandon. I don't think you've uttered thank you since this whole party began."
Brandon frowned and thought about that. He hadn't ever said thank you, and looking back now, he realized just how badly he'd acted the spoiled country star. Everything was about what Brandon wanted, and Beau always made it happen for him, but he'd never understood the sacrifices Beau made to be by his side. The whole idea felt like a punch to the gut. "I'm sorry. I've come to realize in the several days or so, I've been completely selfish, taking up your time and energy to keep everything running for me. You gave up all your dreams, and I don't know how I'd be able to handle this whole star thing without you."
Beau shot him a thoughtful look and said, "Fine. I need a raise."
"A raise?"
"Yep."
"How can you get a raise from nothin'?" Brandon asked with a chuckle.
"You'd be surprised how much you pay me, brother."
"Maybe I need to take a better look at my finances."
"Maybe you do, but trust me, I haven't done anything illegal or unethical. You also donate to several charities, by the way, and you're still a very rich man. You couldn't spend all your money in this lifetime."
He glanced at his brother, realizing he really had no clue how much money he had or where even a third of it might be located. When he needed money, Beau made sure he had it. Beau kept the accounting, booked his shows, made sure he got there on time, and kept him out of trouble. About the only thing Beau didn't do was screw his women for him, but since they shared Emma, he couldn't even say that. What a wakeup call this trip into small-town Montana had been. It was time for Brandon Tucker to take his life and his career into his own hands.
"We'll talk about this more, Beau. Right now, we need to get the equipment and get out to the fairgrounds. If we want to corner Emma, we need to make sure we keep a good eye on her."
"Yes, we do. I'll be out in a minute," Beau replied, heading for the bathroom.
Brandon walked to the window and stared out at the people moving up and down the sidewalk and the trucks zipping past on their way to God only knew where, while he waited for Beau to get ready. All this thinking about how Beau handled everything had gotten him to realize he didn't have any say in what he did anymore. He needed to take more control over his own life. He loved Beau, but his brother needed to follow his own dreams for a change, and he knew Beau's dreams included bull riding, even if the stubborn asshole got himself killed.
Chapter Eight
The crowd in the stands and milling around the fairgrounds always amazed Emma. People came in from miles around to attend the Founder's Day events—the rodeo, the picnic on Sunday, and the fireworks display at the end of the weekend over the lake. Usually, she mingled with her friends, hung out with some of the cowboys, served beer in the tent for Seth, and flirted here and there. Cowboys of every creed and color lined up for their shot at bull riding, calf roping, steer wrestling, and picking up the ladies. Stetson, Resistol, and straw hats adorned every cowboy and most cowgirls as they moved in and out of the crowd, talking, laughing, and making new friends.
She hadn't seen Beau or Brandon since she arrived, and she hoped she didn't. Staying away from those two would be her best choice, since fallin' into bed with them had turned into a mistake—a mistake because her heart seemed drawn to the two men, even when her head said the whole situation was wrong. The chance of running into one or both kept her from doing too much mingling. If she could avoid them for the rest of the weekend, she might make it out of this predicament without making a fool of herself.
Right after her event, Emma rode straight for the livestock barn to put her horse away. The last place she figured she'd run into either of the Tucker boys would be in the stable and it gave her a few minutes to think. She'd only known them a few days, never mind the five years of following Brandon's career and eking out every bit of information on him she could find. She must keep herself separated from the temptation the two of them placed in front of her. I'll just have to avoid them. Once she finished brushing her horse, she walked him into his stall and locked the door. She took a deep breath and shored up her resolve before she headed for the beer tent.
A deep, sexy laugh floated to her on the breeze and made her turn toward the sound, goose bumps pimpling the skin of her arms. She knew the sound—she'd heard it a few times last night along with the whispers, groans, whimpers, and sighs of satisfied lovers. Damn it! Sure enough, Brandon Tucker stood surrounded by five women near the bottom steps of the spectator stands. Each girl took turns taking pictures with him, wrapping her arms around him and
hugging him so tight you couldn't squeeze a piece of newspaper between their bodies. Jealousy burned in Emma's gut. I have no right to be jealous. He's not mine. Her head warred with her heart. She wanted to tear each of those women away from his side and plaster herself between him and Beau.
Unable to stop herself from drifting closer, she moved around the back of the stands. From here, she could hear and see everything going on, even though she wanted to kick her own ass for caring.
"Well now, honey. I'd love to dance with you later. I have a show to do first, and then I'll be free. We're raisin' money for Charlene at the concert, so make sure you're real generous."
Damn that Betty Carter. The slut.
"I'm sure I could show you a real good time, Brandon. I've been in love with your singin' since I first heard you."
"Thank you. You know, I sing every song to a beautiful woman durin' a show?"
"Really? I'd love for you to sing to me."
"I'll see what I can do, honey. Just make sure you leave some money in the collection barrel for Charlene, and I'll sing one just for you."
"Done deal, Brandon." Betty locked her lips with his, and he sure didn't look like he minded as he put his hands on her waist.
"Bastard," Emma grumbled quietly.
Once the kiss finally ended, the five women walked away—but not without wiggling their fingers at him and blowing kisses.
"You know I sing to a beautiful woman during a show?" Emma mimicked in a singsong voice. "Yeah, and you sleep with whoever you can get to drop her underwear."
"Jealous, darlin'?" Beau whispered next to her ear.
She squeaked as she jumped back, banging her head on a low bar on the stands. "Ouch!"
"Serves you right for eavesdroppin', Emma." His warm hand rubbed the spot on her head.
"I wasn't eavesdroppin', and why did you sneak up on me?"
