“One thing?” she asked, her voice breathy, hitching.
“I’m not after a one-night stand or just a quickie in the back room.” He cupped the back of her head with both hands and stared into her green eyes, knowing he could wake up to her face every day for the rest of his life. “I want you in my life, not just in my bed.”
Her green eyes, glazed with desire, blinked. “What if I’m not ready to commit?”
Tucker smiled. “Then I’ll just have to change your mind, won’t I?” He reached for her zipper and dragged it down. “I can be very convincing.”
Chapter Four
Molly’s breath escaped on a soft gasp and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She couldn’t get her shorts off fast enough. The added danger of being caught by one of the staff or the boss was so titillating she nearly came before she was fully disrobed.
Tucker helped, sliding the garment over her hips and down her legs, his hands gliding over her skin, making every inch tingle along the way.
When the shorts pooled at her ankles, she stepped out and stood before him, naked and ready for more.
Part of her felt guilty for making love to his brother only hours ago. Molly tried to tell herself, it was just sex, but in her heart she didn’t believe it. Then again, she hadn’t committed to either and had told them as much. Therein lay her problem. She couldn’t decide which brother she liked better. Hopefully, by sampling each, she could come to a decision. Lovemaking could be a deal-breaker, if the man wasn’t in tune with her desires.
Tucker bent, scooped her up by the backs of her legs and sat her on a stack of boxes. “Are you sure about this? I could take it slower.” He winked.
Dear Lord, if he went any slower, she’d spontaneously combust.
“I’m sure.” Molly parted her knees and ran her hand over her belly to the tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs.
When she dug her fingers into her folds, Tucker’s eyes flared.
If Molly wasn’t mistaken, he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and by playing with herself, she might just move things right along.
Tucker tipped her head back and claimed her lips in a deep, soul-defining kiss. From there, he kissed his way over her chin, down her neck and across to her perky right breast. He captured her nipple between his teeth and rolled it, tonguing and flicking it until it tightened into a hard little bud.
Her nerves on fire, every cell in her body hopping with energy and desire, Molly arched her back, laced her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, and urged him to consider the other breast.
Moving to the left, he toyed with her other nipple until it matched the first—tight, hot and deliciously achy.
A moan escaped Molly’s throat.
Tucker was good. So very good. But she wanted more.
“Enough of the breasts,” she cried, guiding his head farther south.
Tucker dropped to one knee and ran his hands along the insides of her thigh, searing a path toward her center.
Yes! A little closer, please.
She clasped the back of his head, arching toward him as he kissed and licked his way down to the juncture of her thighs.
She wiggled her bottom, scooting toward him, eager for him to claim her there.
When he parted her folds with his big, calloused thumbs, she nearly cried with relief.
Then all thoughts flew with one touch of his big, coarse finger, stroking the length of her clit.
Holy hell, it felt so good. “Again,” she breathed.
His finger touched her at the top and slowly dragged down the length of her nubbin and lower to her damp pussy. Tucker thrust in and swirled, another finger dipping down to the tight round pucker of her anus.
Molly tensed, her body on fire, her senses on overload.
He wouldn’t.
Tucker pressed in at the same time as he touched her clit with the tip of his warm, wet tongue.
“Oh, dear Jesus!” She nearly came off the stack of boxes, the intensity of the electric shocks shooting through her almost more than she could bear. And yet, it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t sure she could ever get enough of Tucker’s tongue on her.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, Tucker tongued and flicked over and over.
Molly’s fingers wove into his hair and pulled, as Tucker swirled, touched and stroked.
One more flick and she launched into the stratosphere, her body pulsing with her release, fireworks bursting inside and shooting outward to the very tips of her extremities.
For a long moment, she didn’t breathe, riding the waves of her orgasm to the very end.
When she finally drifted back to earth, she pulled on his hair, dragging him to his feet. “Now. Inside. Please.” She couldn’t say any more than that, her lungs burning to catch up. Though she’d come, she wouldn’t be completely satisfied until Tucker thrust his hard dick into her, filling her until she could feel no emptiness.
Still wearing his jeans, Tucker reached into his back pocket and withdrew a foil packet.
Molly snatched it from his fingers and tore it open.
He chuckled. “In a hurry?”
“Hell, yeah.” She tossed the packet aside and rolled the condom down over him. Then she gripped his hips and guided him to her wet entrance. “Now, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
Tucker brushed a quick kiss across her lips, grabbed her hips and thrust into her, burying himself all the way to the hilt, his balls slapping her anus.
“Yes!” she cried. “Again.”
He pulled out and rammed into her with another thrust, deep, hard and thoroughly satisfying. Tucker settled into a rhythm, driving in and out like a piston, smooth, slick and thick.
The friction set her senses climbing up another peak.
Molly fingered her clit, pressing hard against the nubbin as she flew over the edge yet again.
Tucker thrust one last time and remained buried inside her, his hands tight on her ass, fingers digging in as he came. His cock throbbed against the walls of her channel, pulsing and heated and oh, so very big.
“Wow.” Molly drew in a deep breath and let it out. “You sure have a way of convincing a girl.”
“You inspire me to greatness.” He kissed her, his tongue thrusting past her teeth to take hers.
The taste of her musk in his mouth made Molly want to do it all over again.
A sharp knock jerked Molly out of the lust-induced cocoon she’d been in and back into the musty, dark interior of the bar’s storeroom.
“Molly?” Audrey’s voice called out through the hardwood panel. “Are you all right in there?”
“Yes,” Molly said, her voice nothing more than a croak. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Reluctant to break their connection, Molly glanced up at Tucker. “I have to go back to work.”
“Dance with me later?”
“Yes.” Heat filled her chest and rose up into her cheeks as Molly remembered promising Jake the same. Fuck! She was no closer to deciding which man she liked better. They both were hardworking, gorgeous, with big hands, and each man had his...skills.
Another knock at the door made Molly jump.
“If you need any help, Jackson and I can join you,” Audrey said. The sound of a giggle could be heard. “Stop that Jackson. You had your turn in the props room.”
Tucker pushed into her a little, then slipped all the way out. “We better unlock the door before they use a key.” He peeled off the condom and dropped it into a trashcan.
“Here, let me.” Molly reached behind her, grabbed a roll of paper towels from a shelf and tore off a square. She gently wiped the come off him and tucked his cock back into his jeans. “For the record...that was incredible.”
He zipped and grabbed the roll of paper towels. “My turn.” He parted her legs and patted her pussy dry.
Which only inspired her to want more. Finally, she covered his hand, her core so hot, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“If you keep that up, I’ll have to let Audrey and Jackson in to participate.”
His widened and a sexy smile tugged at his lips. “You’d do that?”
“I’m not the sweet little innocent my brothers think I am. Hell, I have to listen to all three of them banging Isabella every night. You want to talk about expanding my imagination? That’ll do it. It’s no wonder my father decided to visit a ranch in Australia for three months.”
Tucker’s chuckle warmed the air around Molly. “It’s an interesting concept. I wonder how the four of them pull it off.” He lifted her off the stack of boxes and set her on her feet.
“They all love her and she loves all of them equally.” Molly pulled her shorts on and reached for her bra. “You’d think it would be a mess, but they make it work.”
Tucker’s brows dipped. “I think I’d have a hard time sharing you with anyone.” Before she could hook her bra in place, he pulled her into his arms. “You’re an amazing woman.”
Molly rested her hands against his chest and voiced what was on her mind, “What if I want what Isabella has?”
“More men?” Tucker leaned back. “I don’t know...”
“Not like an open-ended relationship where I could be with as many men as I wanted, but maybe with one other guy. You both could share me.”
Tucker stiffened. “I’m not into doing it with another guy.”
Molly shrugged. “You wouldn’t have to. You could both be doing me, not each other.”
His brows dipped low. “I’ve never considered it. It’s not my style.”
She patted his chest. “Think about it. If you really want to keep me around, you might have to compromise. I might like the option of multiple orgasms a night. Are you up to that?”
His chest puffed out. “Given a little time between.”
Another knock on the door, cut into the conversation.
“Molly? I need a couple cases of Coors Light in the cooler, chilling,” Audrey said.
“I really have to go.” Molly pulled her bra straps up her arms, tugged her tank top over her head and shoved her feet into her boots. She hated leaving him with that confused and frustrated look on his face, but she had to get back to work. Standing on her tiptoes, she brushed her lips across his.
Tucker grabbed her around the middle and kissed her hard. “You ask a lot of a man.”
“I know what I want, and I go after it.” She slipped free of his arms and hurried toward the door. When she opened it, Audrey and Jackson fell inside.
Audrey glanced from Molly to Tucker. “Everything all right?”
Molly tossed her head toward Tucker. “Ask him.” She grabbed a case of Coors Light and left the storeroom before Tucker could respond.
Damn, she’d more or less given Tucker an ultimatum. Share her with another man or lose her. Shit. Wait until he realized the other man was his brother!
*
Jake took his time showering, feeding the dog and dressing for his night at the saloon. If men glowed after sex, he was definitely glowing inside. His decision to pursue Molly O’Brien was the right one. Now that he’d made love to her, he was even more certain than before he couldn’t live without her.
She was smart, spunky and daring. Being openly sensual on top of all that made it a no-brainer. Molly was the woman for him, and he got there ahead of Tucker. He almost laughed with his happiness.
For a very short moment, Jake felt bad for his brother. But not bad enough to back off and let Tucker have Molly. Molly was perfect for Jake in every way.
He dressed in his best blue chambray shirt and jeans, pulled on his favorite cowboy boots, shined his rodeo buckle and topped it all off with a black Stetson.
Jake Maddox was ready to see the woman he considered his destiny. A couple more nights with Molly and he might even consider popping the question.
Hell, he needed to find the right ring before he did that.
As he hurried toward his pickup, he reined in his thoughts. First things first. He had to get her to commit to him. She’d been pretty vague on the subject earlier.
The drive to the Ugly Stick felt longer than usual. Wanting to see Molly was foremost in his mind. Catching her in the storeroom would be a helluva bonus—if he got lucky, and the woman was willing. Audrey and Jackson made a habit of doing it in the storeroom, or in the costume room back stage. He’d walked in on them once, and they’d invited him to stay and watch. He had. It had been one of the most erotic things he’d ever done. One he wouldn’t soon forget.
Those two couldn’t get enough of each other. After one time with Molly, Jake understood their desire to make love anywhere and everywhere they could.
The parking lot of the Ugly Stick was jammed full of pickups and SUVs. The music blared so loudly it seemed to shake the tin sides of the building.
So much for catching Molly in the storeroom. She’d be too busy for a quickie.
Jake sighed. He’d just have to wait and take her home with him. He could be patient...when the wait was worth it. Molly was worth it.
He spied Tucker’s truck next to the front entrance. He must have gotten there before the crowd descended. Had his brother made a move on Molly in the short time he’d been there?
Jake was forced to park a long way from the door in the overflow field. He didn’t mind. It gave him a few more minutes to think about Molly’s naked body floating in the water.
Inside the saloon, Jake weaved his way through the throng to the bar, craning his neck, searching for Molly. He spotted her waiting a table on the far side of the room. There were no spare chairs at any of her tables or at the bar for that matter. Jake sidled up to the counter and waited to catch Libby’s attention.
The bartender had her hands full of mugs, filling them as quickly as she could from the Budweiser tap. One at a time, she set them on a tray until it was full. Adding a bowl of pretzels she looked up. “It’s ready.”
Charli, Audrey’s assistant manager grabbed the tray, lifted it to her shoulder and headed into the fray.
Libby filled a mug for Connor Mason who sat at the bar watching Charli weave through the crowd.
Finally, Libby turned to Jake with a smile. “What can I get you?”
“Bud on tap,” Jake said, and turned to watch Molly work her way to the bar.
Libby slapped his drink on the counter as Molly arrived with a tray of empties and her order for more drinks.
“Hey, beautiful,” Jake said over the roar of the band on stage.
Molly glanced up and smiled. “Oh, hey, Jake. When did you get here?”
“Just now.” He lifted his drink and sipped before continuing, “I came for that dance you promised.”
She grimaced. “It’s crazy tonight. I doubt I’ll get a chance to get out on the floor.”
“I can wait until it’s not so busy.”
She gave him a quick smile. “That might be a while.” She lifted the tray Libby had filled with her order and headed out, long dark hair hanging down her back and hips swaying as she navigated through the crowded room.
Jake couldn’t wait to get his hands on those hips again. Damn, she was sexy.
“I thought you’d be right behind me. What took you so long?”
Jake turned to find Tucker sitting two seats down from him, a big cowboy in between them. Funny how he hadn’t noticed his brother until Tucker said something.
Jake stepped around the big guy and stood beside Tucker, his gaze on Molly. “I wasn’t in a hurry.”
“Still thinking Molly’s your gal?” Tucker asked, his lips quirking on the corners as though he had a secret.
Jake’s eyes narrowed but he answered, “Yup.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
“You know something I don’t?”
His brother shrugged. “Just sayin’.”
Jake stiffened. “Spill.”
Tucker lifted a mug of beer. “I don’t kiss and tell.” He swiveled on his bar stool, facing Molly. “But, if I’m not mistaken, she’s definitel
y interested in me.”
Jake’s stomach tightened and his fist clenched around the handle of his mug. “What do you mean?”
“Nothin’.” Tucker shot him a look that said anything but nothing.
“What the hell—” Jake started but was cut off by the screech of a microphone.
Audrey stood on the stage in front of the band, smiling. “Gentlemen, give it up for the lovely ladies of the Ugly Stick Saloon!”
The band played the song Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, and all four waitresses working the saloon climbed onto the stage and danced, kicking up their heels in unison and shaking their asses like nobody’s business.
By the time the music ended, Jake had a hard on. He set his mug on the counter and pushed his way through the crowd toward the ladies.
Connor was there to help Charli off the stage and into his arms for a slow dance. Ed Judson swept Kendall Mason off her feet and swung her onto the dance floor. Nick McBride helped Lacey Lambert down.
Jake couldn’t get around Nick and Lacey as they stumbled, laughing.
When he finally managed to step aside, Jake’s stomach hit bottom.
Tucker had Molly by the waist, lifting her off the stage and into his arms. She slid down his chest, her arms curling around his neck until her feet touched the hardwood floor.
Fuck!
The band kicked off a slow dance and more couples crowded onto the floor.
Jake stood in the middle of them, without a woman in his arms, a scowl pulling at his face.
As Tucker waltzed Molly around, he shot a triumphant smile at Jake.
His fists clenched into a knot, Jake gave Tucker two turns around the floor before he marched over to the pair and tapped Tucker’s shoulder. “I’m cuttin’ in.”
When Molly stepped back, Tucker shook his head and pulled her into his embrace. “No way. She’s mine.”
Molly’s lips thinned, and she stopped in the middle of the dance. “Whoa there. I’m not yours, Tucker Maddox. I’m my own person.”
Tucker glared at Jake, and then turned to Molly with a softer look. “I’m sorry,” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re right. No one owns you. Please, let’s dance.”
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