knock. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. She glanced at the second cowboy, the one she’d been teasing mercilessly for years, and envisioned a sinful ménage, complete with whips and chains. Rusty Porter and Granger Dawson were two of the sexiest men she’d even known. Hot and wet didn’t begin to describe the way she was feeling.
“You know, I think the little lady needs some attention.”
There was something very dark and dangerous about the way Granger said the words. “Oh I need attention all right, but I don’t think you boys can handle me. No, I know you can’t.” Giving them both a heated look, she walked her mare closer to the barn, every nerve standing on end. Would they follow? Would the simply walk away? Out of the corner of her eye she could tell her best friend knew what was going on by the mischievous look in Fiona’s eyes. Refusing to turn around, Brittany hummed a tune, pretending she wasn’t about ready to cream her tiny thong.
When she heard nothing for a full minute she finally turned around, expecting only Fiona and a long ‘I told you so’.
Rusty wrapped one hand around Brittany’s wrist, dragging her forward. “We can handle you princess and we will, but every bit of what we do will be on our terms. Do you understand?”
Before she had a chance to say anything Granger flanked Rusty’s side, pointing his index finger. Easing his arm toward her, he lowered his head as he placed the tip of his finger on her nose. “I think you need to be taken over my knee, spanked like the bad little girl you are.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Brittany scoffed.
“I think they would, sugar,” Fiona piped in.
Rusty leaned over and nuzzled into Brittany’s ear. “Just try us.”
She closed her eyes, her entire body quivering from their touch, the intensity of their words. For a few seconds she was drawn to a delicious dream of being tied and flogged.
“Earth to Brittany.”
The sound of Fiona’s voice dragged her away from her incredible fantasy. Blinking, she was surprised to see the two men well over a hundred yards away. Had she been dreaming this? She took several steps and exhaled slowly, one too many wicked thoughts coursing through her mind.
“Let’s go ahead and…”
Barely hearing a word her friend was saying, Brittany moaned as she breathed their names. Along with something like fuck me wild men. Shaking her head, she knew she was in so much trouble around the rough-hewn men.
“What in the world are you saying, girl?” Laughing Fiona patted the mare’s flanks, a mischievous grin on her face. “I couldn’t hear you.”
Brittany gave Fiona a heated glance before gazing toward the two cowboys who were walking up the grassy knoll, sunlight casting a heavenly glimmer down their stunning bodies. Her pussy clenched just thinking about how sexy they were. “What I said was before tonight is over I’m going to fuck both of them like an insatiable, bucking bronco.” The words blurted out, she wasn’t shocked. No, this was exactly what she’d been longing for and damn it, her wicked fantasy was going to come true.
Coughing, Fiona shook her head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I kinda like the wild and wicked side.”
“I’m hungry and those two hunks are the perfect snack.” She’d never been so utterly brazen her entire life, preferring to have a relationship with one man at a time. But these two dominating and very demanding men were like candy and she needed to feast. The truth was, she craved giving up her usual control, if only for a single night of raw, uninhibited passion.
“As your best friend, perhaps your only friend, I have to remind you about all the diseases in the world.”
“Oh come on. I’ve known them practically my whole life,” Brittany cooed as she handed off her horse’s reins to the stable boy and continue to think about all the naughty things she could…no would do with them.
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Scott McEwen, Thomas Koloniar