Boots and Twisters (17 page)

Before the saloon, she’d done her best to fit in as one of the guys. She realized she’d succeeded all too well. None of the cowboys she’d worked with on the ranch her father managed looked twice at her. In dirty jeans and cowboy boots with her hair pulled back and no makeup, she wasn’t the most attractive woman in the county. If the number of butt pinches and ass slappings was any indication, some of the men here found her interesting, if not attractive. Now, she was considering asking Audrey if she could keep the shorts. For that matter, she had a really old pair of jeans she could cut off and fray. She had great legs. Why not show them off?

As the night neared its end, the crowd thinned and Audrey cornered Lucky at the bar. “You should go home and get some rest. I’m sure the Jameson boys have you up early with ranch duties.”

“I rise with the sun.”

The saloon owner’s lips twisted. “Honey, that’s just a few hours away. Go.” She waved her hands. “Get some sleep. Or whatever else the boys have in mind.”

Lucky’s cheeks warmed. “What do you mean?”

Audrey’s brows rose. “Honey, if you don’t know what I mean… Oh hell, Lucky. If two extremely handsome men want to have wild and wicked sex with you, I hope you have the wherewithal to accept the invitation. It’s not a sin to have two at once. It’s a sin to pass up an opportunity like that.” With a wink, she lifted a tray full of beer mugs and headed across the floor.

Her blood pumping hard through her veins, Lucky headed for backstage, where she located her blouse and jeans and slipped out of the vest and bikini top.

Two men. Holy hell. The image of both Jameson men making love to her at once had her blood burning. Standing almost naked among the racks of costumes, she could imagine what it must feel like to strip in front of someone. Deliciously naughty. And hadn’t she already stepped out of her comfort zone once earlier in the day when she’d gone swimming with Trent as well as making love to Isaac the night before?

With cool air-conditioned air feathering over her breasts, her body heated. Audrey and Jackson had made love in the storeroom with her watching.
Knowing
she was watching. Had the pair also made love in the costume room?

With the costumes representing everything from cops to cowboys, a couple could play out any fantasy they desired. And here Lucky was fantasizing about doing just that. Her cheeks flamed and her pussy clenched.

Audrey hired out strippers for bachelor parties and adult birthday parties. Lucky wondered if she’d ever have the nerve to strip at a party? Would she be able to strip down to something as revealing as a G-string and pasties?

A riding crop hung from a nail near Lucky. When she plucked the whip from the wall, she shivered with a sexy, wanton delight, amazed at her ability to shed her former prudishness. Her time with Trent and Isaac had been a real eye-opening. And now that her eyes were fully open, she couldn’t seem to get enough.

She fingered the crop, loving the feel of leather against her fingertips. What would it feel like against her naked body? What would it feel like to have a man trail the leather across her breast?

Lucky closed her eyes and dragged the end of the riding crop over the swell of her right breast, pausing at the tip, now distended and aching. Her pussy clenched, a rush of juices pooling low.

With a moan, she treated her other breast to the same, flicking the nipple with the end of the crop.

“Give me that,” a deep, rich voice said and a hand wrapped around hers before relieving her of the crop.

Lucky’s eyes flashed open and she stared into Isaac’s dark brown eyes.

She covered her breasts with her hands. “What are you doing backstage?”

“Audrey said you could leave. When I couldn’t find you outside or in the saloon, I figured you were back here.” He grinned and drew her into his arms. “If I’d known you were into riding crops, I’d have been back here a lot sooner. Hell, we have an entire collection at the house.”

“I’m not
into
riding crops.”

“You’re not? But I saw you doing this…” He traced the breast with the leather tip.

Lucky gasped and closed her eyes, her breathing arrested in her throat.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, then opened her eyes wide, aghast at how good it felt to be in Isaac’s arms, him teasing her body with the crop. “Where’s Trent?”

“Here.” Trent appeared, his angry gaze locked on Isaac. “What are you doing?”

“Lucky and I are playing show and tell. I’m showing her how good a riding crop can feel, and she’s telling me how much she likes it.”

Lucky saw the storm brewing in Trent’s eyes. Sure she’d made almost-love to him earlier the previous afternoon, but that didn’t mean he owned her body. Audrey’s taunting words replayed in her mind.
If offered the chance to have two men, take it.

She offered her other breast to Isaac. “Do the other, please.” She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, her breasts swelling out. “Umm. That does feel good. You have a collection of riding crops, you say?” Lucky opened her eyes, her gaze on Trent’s face.

He seemed to be struggling between rage and lust. “I thought we had something going.”

Isaac let the crop drop to his side. “Lucky, if you and my big brother have something, I’ll stop now.”

She stared into Trent’s eyes. The longer she paused, the darker the rage.

“We
almost
made love in the creek,” she admitted.

Isaac stepped back. “But we…I won’t come between you, if that’s what you want.”

Trent directed his anger at his brother. “Good, then go wait in the truck. Lucky and I have something to discuss.”

“No, Isaac. Stay.” Lucky straightened, anger pulling her up to full height. “I haven’t committed to anyone, and as far as that goes, neither has Trent. He’s free to pursue any woman in the bar or anywhere else for that matter.”

He smacked his hat against his thigh. “I just might.”

“Then go ahead. Isaac was treating me to the delights of sex with props.” She pushed out her naked breast. “Continue, please.”

Isaac glanced from her to his brother. “You okay with this Trent? I don’t mind if you stay and watch, if Lucky doesn’t mind.” He grinned. “It’s kind of kinky.”

“I’m not into kink,” Trent said but didn’t leave.

“Maybe you should consider it.” Lucky guided the crop to her nipple. “Lower, please.” Was this really the cowgirl who’d been too shy to get undressed to go skinny-dipping?

Isaac dragged the crop down her torso to the mound of hair hidden beneath her panties at the junction of her thighs.

Trent’s breathing became labored. Like a bull in the ring, his breath exited his nose in hard puffs. He sounded like he wanted to paw the ground and charge.

“I don’t know, Lucky, he looks like he might blow a gasket.” Isaac cast glances toward his brother. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Please,” she entreated, her gaze locked on Trent’s. “I’ve never had sex with someone else watching. It…intrigues me.” She slipped her tongue across dry lips.

Trent ripped the crop from Isaac’s hand. “If anyone’s going to watch, let it be Isaac.”

“Are you staking a claim?” Lucky asked.

“No.”

She lifted her chin. “Then go away and let Isaac continue.”

Isaac dragged the crop between her legs and across her pussy. “How are you for being spanked?”

Trent actually growled.

Lucky hid a grin. “I like the way you think, Isaac. But wait.” She shimmied out of her panties, turned and pointed her ass at him. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like to be whipped.” She winked at him. “Proceed.”

Isaac went to strike her, but Trent’s hand shot out and snatched the whip from his hand. “I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Oh, come on, you don’t think I would hurt her, do you?”

Trent glared. “I don’t know what the hell to think.” He slapped the crop against his open palm, the smacking sound making Lucky’s pussy clench. Holy hell, would he spank her already? She’d stepped way out of her comfort zone this time and the longer the two men stood there, the more her confidence waned. Audrey had missed the mark on this pair of brothers. They weren’t that into her, or into sharing her.

Lucky straightened, crossing her arms over her breasts. “Well hell, I loused this up too, didn’t I? The riding crop and being in the room where all the strippers had been last night must have gone to my head. Now, all I’m feeling is embarrassed and extremely awkward.” She grabbed her jeans and shirt and started to dress.

Trent reached out with the crop, laying it over the jeans as she started to jam her legs into them. “Don’t.”

“Don’t do what?” she asked, heat rising up her neck into her cheeks.

Isaac cupped her cheek. “What he means is, the last thing we want is for you to feel embarrassed or awkward.” His hand slipped over her arm and down to rest on her hip. “If having the two of us is what you want, I’m sure we can come to some agreement.” He jabbed his elbow into Trent’s gut. “Right, brother?”

Trent grunted, the riding crop pressing the jeans until she dropped them on the floor.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered.

“We want you,” Isaac said.

“I believe you, Isaac.” She nodded toward Trent. “I’m not so sure your brother knows what he wants.”

“You.” He set the tip of the crop on the side of her face then slid it down her neck and across the rise of her breast. “I want you.”

“Enough to share with your brother?” she asked. “I refuse to come between you. And frankly, I like both of you. Isaac because of his charm and sincerity.”

“And Trent?” Isaac’s brows rose, his lips curling. “Surely not for his charm and sincerity.”

Lucky snorted. “Hardly.”

Trent’s forehead furrowed. “Not funny.”

“I like him for his animal passion.”

It was Isaac’s turn to frown. “You
know
I can be passionate.”

Lucky grinned. “Yes, sir, you can.”

Trent’s face reddened under his tan. “You two did it?”

She nodded. “Got a problem with that?”

Trent opened his mouth, then snapped it shut without saying anything.

Lucky challenged Trent with a look. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“As far as I’m concerned, I won’t choose between you. It’s all or nothing.” She thought for sure he’d choose the latter option, leaving her high and dry and ready to pleasure herself to relieve the ache in her core.

“I’m thinking.” Trent’s eyes narrowed, staring hard at Lucky as if to dare her to retract her ultimatum.

She didn’t.

Isaac stared at his brother like he’d lost his marbles. “Really, Trent? This is a no-brainer. Lucky’s a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman. And at the moment, very naked. She’s willing to have us both. I don’t see the problem.”

“I do.” Trent crossed his arms. “I’m not into threesomes.”

“And you speak from experience?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know?” Isaac demanded.

Lucky raised her hand. “Forget it.” She reached again for her fallen jeans. “I’ll work for you, but I’m not choosing between the two of you.” She almost got a foot into her jeans this time, before Trent stopped her again.

Chapter Ten

“Don’t.” Trent pressed the riding crop against her jeans.

“What my brother—” Isaac started.

Lucky stopped Isaac. “Let him speak for himself.”

Trent’s jaw twitched and Lucky thought he would turn and walk away. But then he said, “Don’t get dressed.” He plucked the jeans from her hands and tossed them to the corner. “If you want to be spanked, I’ll do it.”

“And Isaac?”

“He can watch. Or he can do whatever you want him to do.”

“Will you…” Lucky pressed her hands over her distended nipples and swallowed hard on the rising wave of desire threatening to steal her breath away. “Will you both make love to me?” she whispered.

“Hell, yeah,” Isaac said before Trent could speak.

Lucky waited for Trent’s response.

Finally, he nodded.

Lucky let her hands fall to her sides. “I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure of the logistics of a threesome.”

“I have, and it’s easy.” Isaac grinned at Trent’s frown. “What? I’m charming. But I’m no saint.” He faced Lucky. “I call front. Which means Trent takes the backside.”

Her cheeks burned with a mix between the lingering embarrassment and the heat of lust. She’d never been sandwiched between two men and the thought had her wet between her legs before they’d even touched her.

Isaac didn’t waste time, he moved in to claim her breasts, his hand cupping the swells, weighing them in his palms. “Perfect.” He bent to flick his tongue across one, while turning Lucky’s back to Trent. “Don’t just stand there. You have her permission to make love to her. Hurry before she changes her mind. Unless you want me to have her all to myself.”

“All or nothing,” she reminded him.

“Trent. I’m counting on you.” Isaac ran his hand over Lucky’s bottom. “Tell me you can resist that milky-white ass.”