One Wicked Night (26 page)

“Right.”

Derek moved behind her and put his hands on her shoulders while Nate kissed her mouth. Then Derek kissed the side of her neck.

It was sensation overload, a man in front of her, a man behind her, both kissing her. Heat surrounded her. She lifted one hand from Nate’s hard chest and reached for Derek’s head, digging her fingers into his short hair. She tipped her head, giving him access to the tender flesh of her neck, while Nate devoured her mouth. She moaned.

The pain in her heart subsided at the affection she felt surrounding her. This was more like Nate…gentle and considerate. She wasn’t sure what had happened earlier, but it had been so…sleazy. She couldn’t bear it.

The hurt was quickly fading, replaced by arousal, by shimmering pleasure sliding over her skin. Her breasts felt heavy and achy, her nipples burning. She became lost in the sensuality of four hands on her body, two mouths kissing her everywhere.

Nate’s mouth devoured her in hungry, passionate kisses, his tongue licking inside her mouth in long, lush strokes. She met him with her own, stroked her tongue along his bottom lip. Needy little sounds worked their way out from deep inside her.

Derek’s hands drifted down her upper arms and cupped her breasts through the silk and she swelled into his palms. “Love your tits, honey,” he whispered.

Nate’s hands settled on her hips and he lifted his mouth from hers to suck in air. They gazed at each other. The sharp insistent ache between her legs told Krissa she was wet there. She felt shaken by the intensity of Nate’s kisses, by the wild emotion he’d aroused within her.

Derek’s mouth continued to caress her neck and shoulders with soft kisses, licks and little sucks of her flesh, his hands on her breasts. Then Derek pushed the chemise down lower.

Both men had seen her breasts before. That night in the hot tub she’d taken great pleasure in teasing Nate with them, knowing how Derek liked to watch that. But this felt different, both of them touching her.

Nate gazed at her breasts, at Derek’s hands covering them. Derek cupped the sides, pushed them together, creating deep cleavage. “She has gorgeous breasts,” Derek murmured. “Suck them.” A low rough sound came from Krissa’s throat and she watched Nate’s face as he studied her curves, the awe and desire, watched as his face came closer and kissed one tight nipple.

Krissa’s entire body twitched hard at that touch on her sensitive nipple and when Nate kissed it again, licked it slowly, then took it in his mouth, she cried out. Derek held both her breasts as if in offering, and the firm pressure of his hands assuaged the ache. Nate sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, swirling his tongue around and dragging the edge of his teeth over the tight bud. Hot streamers of sensation shimmered a path from nipples to womb. Her body ached and flowed with need. Pleasure sparkled through her nerve endings, arousing her to a fever of delight.

They played with her breasts for a long time, with murmured compliments and moans of pleasure, until she was writhing and out of her mind with lust. She leaned back against Derek’s chest, weak and shaky. Then Nate tugged the chemise down further from where it crumpled around her waist. She stretched her legs out and lifted her hips off the bed, pushing against Derek, and the scrap of silk disappeared.

She had taken the trouble to prepare for the evening, waxing and shaving. Nate stroked her smooth legs, drew in a breath as he studied the neat triangle of dark hair above her slit. He stroked a finger down the crease where thigh met hip, satiny bare.

Derek wrapped his arms around her, across her tummy and she turned her head against his shoulder to look up at him. He kissed her, slow and warm. “Damn, you’re hot, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.

They were doing it. All three of them.

When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!

Carnal Compromise

© 2011 Robin L. Rotham

Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.

Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.

AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.

Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.

Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Carnal Compromise:

“She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”

Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really need to—she’d directed a similar look his way several times in the last few weeks.

“Is that a problem?” he asked in a low voice. The RV wasn’t the best place for this conversation, especially with AJ sitting right behind them, but she had the TV turned up loud enough to drown them out.

Joe rubbed his knuckles on his unshaven cheek. “It might be if you don’t find someplace else for her to bunk.”

Brent studied the man who’d been his right hand and best friend for over six years. He’d never seen Joe this on edge. His jaw was tense, his blue eyes furtive, and his dark brown hair stood on end as if he’d been shoving his hands through it for the last hour while Brent was absorbed in his bookwork. When had he gone so salt-and-pepper? Even his moustache and beard stubble glinted with a considerable helping of silver.

Actually, it was kind of surprising that AJ would be so attracted to a man showing as much wear as Joe did. Big, gruff and work-hardened, he looked older than his forty-seven years. Her attraction to Brent made more sense—he was younger, fairly laid-back and had the kind of lean blond looks that had attracted a lot of ladies over the years.

“You think so?” he asked doubtfully. “She seems more like the type to just lust from afar rather than put the moves on a guy she works with.”

“It’s not
her
moves I’m worried about.”

Brent narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re interested.”

“Maybe.”

“You’re way out of her league.”

He hadn’t intended it to be a warning, but that was how it came out. At thirty-four, AJ Pender might not be in the first blush of womanhood, but she was quiet, reserved and obviously still young and innocent in all the ways that counted. She wouldn’t have the least idea what to do if guys like them took her up on the unconscious offer in her eyes, and he’d just as soon it stayed that way.

“Tell me about it,” Joe said impatiently. After another quick glance at AJ, he said, “Let’s get out of here. I need a drink.”

Brent shut down his laptop without hesitation. Shoving the receipts back into their file folder, he stood up and unbuckled his belt to take off his pliers holster while Joe did the same. After he’d tucked the tail of his flannel shirt back into his jeans, he turned to look at AJ. The lanky blonde farmhand was curled up on one end of the couch in a baggy sweatshirt and faded jeans, dividing her attention between her own laptop and some medical drama on TV. Judging by the lack of keyboarding sounds, she’d been mostly reading rather than writing.

If he were polite, he’d ask her to go along with them. Instead he asked, “Whatcha readin’, AJ?”

Red flags appeared on her cheeks as she looked up, and she put on hand on the laptop’s lid as if she intended to slam it down if anyone came near enough to see what was on the screen. “Um, nothing. I mean, nothing much. Just an e-book. They’re a lot easier to carry around than a stack of paperbacks,” she hurried to explain.

“An e-book, huh?” He tried not to grin. “We know someone who writes e-books, don’t we, Joe?”

“We sure do,” Joe drawled, shrugging into his jacket. “Ever read anything by Amanda Garrity?”

AJ’s blue eyes widened. “You know Amanda Garrity?”

“Yup,” Brent said. “So you’ve read her books?”

He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she turned even redder. “Well, um, I think I, uh—”

“That’s okay, honey.” Brent winked at her. “We won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

Instead of protesting her innocence, AJ just let her eyes slide to the TV and chewed on her lower lip. The confirmation that she read dirty books drew his balls up tight.

Ignoring the reaction, he said, “So we’re headed to town. Need anything?”

“Not unless you can get me a new pair of boots at the bar,” she said without looking at him. She was obviously uncomfortable with their knowing about her choice of reading material. It made him think, though. If AJ read the kind of books Mandy wrote, maybe she
would
know what to do if one of them—or both of them—put the moves on her.

Don’t go there. You don’t fuck the hired hands, remember?

But Joe had been known to once in a great while. It wasn’t a comforting thought.

Her words finally registered and he asked, “You need boots?”

“Yeah, I knocked the corner off a heel this morning. But that’s all right,” she said, keeping her eyes glued the television. “I’ll pick up a pair when we go through Sioux Falls.”

“Okay then—guess we’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, snagging his jacket and cap off the hook by the door.

She didn’t look up. “Have a good time.”

“Will do.”

They were both silent until they got into the truck and then Joe blew out a loud breath. “Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

Brent started up the engine. “Me neither.”

“Shit, why do I feel bad about leaving her there?”

“I don’t know. She seemed glad enough to see us go,” he said with a grin, pulling away from the camper. They could have walked, since the RV park was less than a mile from the bar, but driving everywhere was an ingrained habit. He’d never lived anyplace he didn’t have to drive at least a couple of miles to borrow a cup of sugar from a neighbor.

“Yeah, but she spends too much time alone.”

“That’s her choice, Joe. She knew when she hired on with a custom farming crew that she’d probably be the only woman.” And he tried to show her as little deference as possible for exactly that reason. If he treated her with kid gloves, she’d probably be uncomfortable and the guys would be resentful.

When she’d reported for work at their North Platte job in September, hiring packet in hand and a laptop and duffel bag slung over her shoulders, he’d just about shit a brick. What the hell was Brenda thinking, sending a woman up here? And why the hell hadn’t she warned him?

Well, the answer to that last one was obvious—he’d have vetoed her choice of hire without even giving AJ Pender a chance and Brenda knew it. It was just asking for trouble to put single women on custom farming crews. Hell, the quarters were tight enough already without tossing a decent-looking female into the mix, especially one who wasn’t related to any of the crew. But if he voiced that opinion in the wrong place, to the wrong person, he’d have the ACLU, the IRS, the SPCA, NASA and every other alphabet soup organization under the sun up his ass—assuming he still had an ass after Mandy and Brenda were through with him.

But instead of sending her off, he’d looked AJ over from her crown of short, pale curls to the toes of her scuffed work boots and asked, “So what does AJ stand for?”

“None of your business,” she replied, radiating tension. “I take it you were expecting a man?”

Wisely, he’d held his tongue and given himself a minute to consider the situation. He’d been happy enough with her qualifications when Brenda emailed him her application, and she had that look about her that always got to him when he was interviewing displaced farmers.

“Yeah, I was,” he finally said. “But I’ll get over it. I hope
you
weren’t expecting a ladies-only camper.”

“No sir. I expect to be treated just like everyone else.”

He pointed to his pickup. “In that case, you can stow your gear in the backseat for the time being and take over for Seth Dietz running that grain cart.”

He’d planned on AJ bunking in with Seth and his younger brother Tim, but that was when he thought she was probably another young horndog. The only viable option was to put her in with Joe, who made no bones about his preference for lovers who disappeared before the sun came up the next morning. Brent had been prepared for Joe to grumble a little about having to share the bunkroom, but instead he’d just smirked and said, “You’re the boss.” That’s when it had dawned on him that AJ’s presence in their camper protected more than just her.

“Come on.” Joe’s skeptical voice cut into Brent’s musings. “You know she wouldn’t be here if she’d had any other halfway agreeable choice.”

Brent sighed as he pulled into the gravel lot behind the Shady Shanty. Joe was right. AJ didn’t say much, but she shared a little here and there—enough for them to know that her mother had died of cancer when she was in high school and she’d farmed with her daddy until he had a stroke. The man had spent months in the hospital before dying and his land had been sold off to pay the medical bills. Probably all she’d had left was her pride, something most farmers had in spades.

Farming had been a risky proposition since the beginning of time, but it was also rewarding in a way few jobs were these days. It afforded a man—or a woman—the kind of independence that was hard to give up. After running his own custom farming business for so many years, Brent thought he’d probably rather just end it all than spend the rest of his life flipping burgers in some fast food joint, so he’d understood and sympathized with AJ’s desire to join his crew.