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One for the Team

 

A Daly Way Story

 

By Brynn Paulin

 

 

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

 

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

 

 

 

One for the Team
Copyright © 2012 Brynn Paulin
Edited by Christine Allen-Riley
Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

 

 

Published by Resplendence Publishing, LLC
2665 N Atlantic Avenue, #349
Daytona Beach, FL 32118

 

 

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-550-2

 

 

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

 

 

Electronic Release: August 2012

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Jillian

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

 

 

“Son of a—” Moonbeam Szuzman cut herself off and gritted her teeth before finishing her phrase, “Biscuit eater,” she growled, very much wanting to let loose with a string of profanities.

She’d been running all over God’s green earth today dropping off flyers and information packets about Daly’s first annual Rodeo and County Fair. Her boss, Rayna, the town’s somewhat self-appointed tourism liaison, had organized the activity and now pretty much all the business and land owners in the region were on board for the event, but Moon had been tasked with making sure everyone got paperwork into their hands.

“No,” she yelled, as her car shuddered a few times then spluttered to a halt. She jerked forward in her seat as if she could get the car to move by sheer body momentum, but her hundred and thirty pound, five-five frame was no match for the hunk of metal.

“Fu—Fudge!” She smacked her steering wheel then dropped her head to the unforgiving faux-leather. “Nooooooo!” she wailed, turning the key and getting nothing but deathly coughs from her car. “Fudge, fudge, fudge,” she muttered. This couldn’t be happening.

She sighed, knowing this was all her fault. She’d known she was low on gas, but her gauge was broken. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been keeping close track to the mileage today with all the travelling—which she knew was when she should have been paying the closest attention. But…she was her mother’s daughter—just a little air-headed and very likely to name her own children nature-y names like hers and her sisters, River and Sunflower. Only their sister, Paisley, had escaped the theme, but even that was a little hippie-esque.

Well, this was great. She’d have to call her sister and drag her from bed to rescue her. Paisley and her husbands would be just thrilled since Moon was on the road that ran the far western edge of the Flying D Ranch which was a good two hours drive from their place. Kinda far. Perhaps she should call information and get the nearest road service to come out.

Or maybe she should just cry. One look at her phone showed she had zero service right now. She didn’t have so much as a wavering single bar.

“Please God,” she muttered, climbing from her car and holding her cell above her head. “Please give me a signal. I promise I’ll get the gas gauge fixed.” Her boss’ husband owned the garage and had offered to let her make payments, but she’d declined. Big mistake.

And God wasn’t amenable to a bargain either.

“Fuck!” she screamed into the night. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck fuck fuckity
fuck
!”

“Um, happy to oblige, ma’am.”

Moon shrieked as a cowboy appeared at the rear of her car, startling ten years from her life. Her heart rocketed into her throat as she stumbled backward into her car door.

He stepped close enough to be illuminated by her interior lights. “Easy there, Moon. It’s just me.”

She blinked up at him, noting the dark hair and eyes, along with the light stubble covering his strong, angular jaw. Finally, she breathed, and the air made her a little lightheaded. “Pete.”

Pete Conlon grinned and nodded as if tipping his hat though he didn’t wear one. “Yes, ma’am. Troubles?”

She grimaced. “Out of gas.”

“Hmm… We don’t have any with us. And I’m guessing you don’t get a cell phone signal out here.”

“Guess not.”

“Well, we’re not heading back ‘til tomorrow, but you can stay with us tonight. Our boss’ll send someone over to get your car tomorrow.”

“Us?” she asked, narrowing in on that part of the statement.

“My cattle team. Cord, Sully and me.” His dark eyes assessed her, and even through the gloom of night, she saw the speculation in his gaze.

It didn’t surprise her. She knew how things worked around here. Women were in short supply, with men outnumbering them a hundred to one. There’d been great rejoicing when she and her sisters had moved here after their oldest sister’s “marriage” to her two husbands. So far, she, River and Sunflower hadn’t picked out any men, but they all knew that if they stayed in Daly, if they picked a guy from here, that it was unlikely they’d have just one man. People did groups here.

Another reason, it was good she was like her mother—not that her mom had been into group sex that Moon knew of. She’d just been an open thinker.

Moon wasn’t opposed to the idea of a ménage. If she found the right guys. The irony of one of the frontrunners showing up in her time of need didn’t escape her. Maybe this was a sign.

“You guys don’t mind?” she asked. “I mean, I could stay in my car, I guess.” She bit her lip as she considered how long that wait could be. “I mean…maybe you guys could send someone for me when you get back.”

“That’s silly,” he replied, shaking his head. “C’mon. We have food and a fire. The beds are kinda hard but we can distract you.”

There was that speculative look again. Moon licked her bottom lip and glanced at the orb she’d been named for. A full moon. It made people do crazy things, and she was about to join the ranks. A night with three cowboys who often made her feel all tingly and hot inside didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“You don’t have a phone?” she asked.

“It doesn’t work out here. No man’s land, you might say.”

“Okay.” She nodded. What would it hurt to spend time with them? It wasn’t as if they’d force her to have sex. They weren’t like that. If nothing else, she’d have some fun company for the night. For the first time since she’d had her tirade, she noticed a pinpoint of flickering light in the distance.

“What are you doing?” a voice asked from the darkness. “You gotta share, Pete.” Cord Sabatello stepped from the shadows. “Hey, Miz Moon. Gonna come play with us?”

Cord was the most good-humored of the group, so she wasn’t surprised he described being with them as play.

“Will you be good?” she asked.

“Cord’s never good.” Sullivan Przekop moved into her line of vision, and all her cowboys were now present.

“Speak for yourself,” Cord scoffed, his hand going to his belt buckle as he did a shift that only a man could ever successfully pull off—not that a woman would want to. His meaning was clear. Her pussy was in grave danger of infinite pleasure if she let him near her—and she just thought she might. These three were always fun, and right now, she could use a little of that.

“So about this ‘fuck fuck fuckity fuck’…” Pete reminded her. “What do you say?”

“I thought you were offering food and fire.”

“That too.”

She made a face but couldn’t hide her amusement.

“Miz Szuzman,” Sully broke in, his deep-south accent laid on thick. “In case it passed your notice, we’ve been trying to get your attention for months now.”

“There’ve been a lot of men—”

Pete growled, and the other two looked none too happy. She smacked Pete’s arm. “Not in my bed!”

He appeared far from mollified, and a shiver went down her back at this new side of Pete’s cowboy pack. At the moment, she could only describe them as territorial. As in “she was their territory, and all other comers better back the hell off.”

And that made her so hot she almost couldn’t breathe for her need for them.

“So what do you say?” Pete repeated.

“Just for tonight?” she asked.

None of them looked too pleased. Suddenly, Cord stepped forward, a huge grin on his face. Leaning down, he lifted her over his shoulder fireman style. “We’ll start there.”

Before she could so much as screech at the manhandling, he headed through a narrow access in the jack-fence then toward the pinpoint of light with his teammates following him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 

“What are you doing?” she demanded. “I’m not a sack of feed!”

“Can’t have you twisting your pretty, little ankle in a hole. That’d ruin everything,” Cord told her. In no time, he entered their campsite. Horses grazed nearby, paying no attention to the odd human behavior near the fire pit though one of them made a soft nickering sound as the soon-to-be lovers approached. Somewhere nearby, a stream burbled past, and evening bugs sang their nightly symphony. It was really quite peaceful here under the millions of bright stars—far more peaceful than the jangling anticipation inside her.

Large, flat stones surrounded the flames, and Moon suspected this must be a regular stop for the Flying D cowboys. Two pans rested on the stones, indicating that the three men had been cooking when she’d had her fit and reminding her stomach of the granola bar she’d had before noon today. Almost ten hours ago. Her stomach growled, but food wasn’t what she was most hungry for.

The men had opened their sleeping rolls near the blaze, and Cord set her down on one of them.

“You guys aren’t out to put a notch in your bedposts, right? You’re not gonna go bragging all over town about this?”

“You wound us, ma’am,” Pete replied.

“It’s a valid question. I don’t want men around here thinking I’m easy. I like my job, and I like living here. If guys think I’m an easy target for sex, I might have to leave.”

“Moon,” Sully dropped beside her on the blankets. “No one thinks you’re easy. You’ve been here for months, and no one has even gotten you to go on a date. How many bouquets of flowers and boxes of candy and other sundry items do you get a week?”

“Too many. It’s really embarrassing. That’s one thing I’ve always appreciated about you three. You drop in and talk to me, joke around with me, but you’re not always showering me with stuff—not that I don’t like presents once in a while but…”

“But you want it to mean more than ‘you’re a woman and we’d really like you in our bed’? Geez, Moon, how shallow,” Pete laughed.

“Sorry to say,” Cord deadpanned, “But…well, you are a woman, and we do want you in our bed.”

Moon cleared her throat and looked down at her crossed legs. “I know.”

“It’s not all we want,” Sully said.

“What do you want?” she asked, unwilling to assume anything and hoping they didn’t desire more than she could give.

“Maybe…to date you. To get to know you well. To see where things go,” Sully offered.

“But kinda in a reverse order? Sex first?”

“Hell no,” Pete cut in. “We’ve been courting you for a bit now, sweetness. We’re just glad to finally get past the sitting room.”

She giggled, unable to help herself though she hated giggling and it drove her a little nuts when she heard it—usually from silly, coy girls. She hoped she was neither. “I guess you have been. So what now?”

To her surprise—and delight—Sully leaned right over and planted his lips on hers. His hand cupped the back of her head, and he tilted her for better access as his mouth parted hers. She opened readily, accepting his tongue as he pushed forward to explore her. One of her hands lifted to his shoulder while either Pete or Cord grasped the other and brought it to his chest. Her fingers splayed, feeling the taut muscle underneath.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Sully tilted her back on the blankets, his body following as his mouth never lost contact with hers. She groaned at the pleasure of his body pressed to her side. Futilely, she tried to focus on everything going on around her. Hands seemed to touch her everywhere. She smelled dust and heated man and horses. The guys’ scent wasn’t offensive, but full of power. Clean and saturated with hard, manly work. And it revved all her engines to know these strong, dedicated men wanted her.

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