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I don’t think that constitutes you knowing Granger and Rusty but so well. No matter what you think, those men have changed.”
    “How so?” Brittany remained unfettered, hunger building.
    Fiona leaned over, giving her a haughty look. “They like to tie up women. So I’ve been told anyway.”
    “Uh-huh. Said almost as if you know from personal experience.”
    “Muah?” She batted her eyelashes. “Not me but the tales around town are pretty steep. Just watch out or you might just end up in their clutches.”
    “What’s wrong with that?” Brittany could certainly see herself being tied down to the two men. Giggling, she brushed her hand down the swell of her breasts. My, oh my, could she ever.
    Shaking her head Fiona folded her arms. “You certainly aren’t the little wallflower you were a few years ago.”
    “Fiona!” But the truth was, Brittany was much different than she used to be. Thank God, in her opinion.
    “Just sayin’. They’re hot but they’re a handful. Just hear what I’m saying to you.” Latching the gate stall, she winked.
    “And what else do you know? Do they like to do it in the ass or perhaps go to kink clubs where flogging is on the menu?” How she loved to goad her bestie.
    “What I do know is it’s time for a tall glass of wine.” Without giving her another glance, Fiona headed away from the barn.
    Okay so Brittany had to admit, the two men were completely different than when she’d left Montana almost ten years before. Now they were hot. Sizzling. My, oh my. Giggling, she managed to trail behind Fiona and toward the main house. Living at a dude ranch certainly had its share of delicious perks, including seeing hunky cowboys all day long. A few seconds later she broke her lust filled trance and followed Fiona onto the back patio.
    “Red or white?” Fiona asked, her look chastising.
    “Red. Blood red to be exact.”
    “Uh-huh. I can see we have a pussy cat by the tail.”
    “More like a tiger. Ggggrrr!” Giving Fiona a weighted look, Brittany had to laugh. She hadn’t been with a man in so long she wasn’t certain she knew how to use anything but a vibrating piece of rubber.
    Fiona shook her head as she popped the cork on a bottle of red wine. Pouring two glasses, she pushed one in Brittany’s direction before huffing. “Okay I’ll bite. Do you really want to take on both men?”
    “Like a wild woman.” Turning to face her friend, she licked the rim of her wine glass and took a huge gulp before continuing. “Granger is the ultimate in white chocolate, delectable and all I want is to lick him until I get to the rock hard center. And Rusty is heavenly and sinful dark chocolate, oh so scintillating to the touch. I crave being pushed hard across perhaps this table, one cock shoved into my pussy and the other into my mouth. In my opinion the perfect sandwich cookie. Mmm… Finger licking good.” There was that moment, the very stilling moment, when she realized without a shadow of a doubt they were no longer alone.
    “That is an incredible vision. Scandalous and so very decadent,” Fiona breathed as she brought her wine glass to her lips and lifted her gaze, a look of pure mischief in her eyes.
    “And we have company, don’t we?” Brittany managed to bark, her throat dry and her heart racing. Inhaling, she knew the answer given the incredible scent of all men’s cologne wafting in her direction.
    Crack!
    Brittany would know the sound of a rope slapping hard against the cool, tile floor any day. Talk about lassoing. Whew. She gulped and pressed her hands down on her pants.
    “Finger licking good?”
    Rusty’s voice was such a powerful aphrodisiac, the deep timbre all but driving her insane with desire. He was the most gorgeous black man she’d ever laid eyes on and his eyes, face, chest and the rest of his carved body were breathtaking.
    “I think she needs a lesson in submitting. Don’t you? And she needs that spanking we mentioned.”
    The voice was husky,