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would it feel like, writhing between two hard male bodies? Two sets of rough-skinned hands touching her. Two hot, hungry mouths, kissing, tasting, licking, tormenting every bared inch of her quivering flesh. Two big cocks demanding entrance into her body.
    “You listening to me?”
    “So, how have you seen them doing…things with one woman?”
    “They don’t hide it. Ask anyone what they done last year behind the chutes in Cheyenne.” He leaned in so she heard the full account. “They had this young chickie stretched out naked over a stack of saddles. Hands tied behind her back with a piggin’ string. A bandana covering her eyes.”
    “Was she there willingly?”
    He snorted. “Those kind of women always are.”
    “What were they doing to her?”
    “Using her like a blow-up toy. She was sucking Trevor’s cock as Colby nailed her from behind. Then they’d switch, like some kinda Chinese fire drill. Laughing, carrying-on. They’ve no shame, either of them. No respect for women either, if you ask me. Then joking afterwards about that being the proper way to break in a new saddle .” His gaze narrowed. “Why? Did that cheese head proposition you?”
    I wish . “Umm. No.”
    “Good. Stay away from their other traveling partner, Edgard. Something about that bloke rubs me the wrong way.”
    Jared’s foul mood required an abrupt switch in the conversation. “Guess what? I won the wet T-shirt contest.”
    “As you bloody well should have. You’ve got fantastic tits, love.” Jared’s hand snaked up her belly. He yanked up the damp shirt and cupped her bared left breast.
    Channing squirmed. “Hello? We’re in public.”
    “So?”
    “So, if you want to maul me, let’s go back to the room.” She tugged the shirt down to cover her belly.
    “Ah. I see. You can flash these titties to the whole bar, but the minute I want to touch them, they’re off-limits? Crikey, I could’ve stayed at home if I’d wanted that attitude.”
    An acute sense of unease built. “What is wrong with you tonight? You eat a bad kiwi or something?”
    “No.”
    “Then knock it off.”
    He laughed harshly. Meanly. “Little Miss Prim and Proper, are we now, love?”
    Jared squeezed her nipple hard enough that it brought tears to her eyes. She slapped his hand.
    “That wasn’t how you were last night.”
    “How much have you been drinking?”
    “Not nearly enough.” He puffed up with belligerence. “I oughta be asking you that question.”
    “Why?”
    “You know why. A little liquid courage is what you need.”
    “Need for what, Jared?”
    Jared clamped his hands on her hips, spun her until they were back to front and dry humped her. “A few beers would loosen you up. When you gonna give up this tight ass? It’s been a week and I’m bloody well tired of waiting.”
    Ignoring the burning in her cheeks, Channing twisted from his hold. She latched on to his polyester shirt with both hands, hauling herself up until they were nose to nose. “Lower your voice.”
    “That bothers you? People hearing you love to do the nasty stuff? Or knowing you’re a hypocrite for begging me to use my fingers on your tight little hole, and then pretending it disgusts you?”
    Infuriated, she released his lapels. “It doesn’t disgust me. The way you’re acting disgusts me.” She wasn’t ashamed of a thing they’d done behind closed doors. But him talking about it as if it were some big joke made her feel used and cheap.
    “S’matter? Truth sting a bit, love?”
    She stared at him. Who was this cruel man? Something had set him off tonight. Before she could formulate a snappy response, Cash Big Crow sauntered up and tapped Jared on the shoulder.
    Cash was another heart-stoppingly handsome cowboy on the rodeo circuit. Native American, short and stocky, with long dark hair he wore in a braid, he had a grin as wide as the brim of his black Stetson. Cash was a little older than the youngsters on the circuit, and a bit bowlegged from years