Her stomach pitched when she thought of Carter. She hadn’t seen him since the day he’d squared off with her father. Which was why laboring excessive hours at the diner hadn’t bothered her. She needed distance and time to think about what’d happened.Contrary to what other people thought, she hadn’t been mad at Carter for what he’d done. She’d been upset by the fact he’d cared enough about her welfare to challenge her father. In front of everyone, his family, his friends. Carter had been worried about her getting hurt. Or dying.Dying.She’d never had a man worry about her for any reason, let alone for her personal safety. It was cool. It was weird.It was confusing as hell.So, Macie didn’t know if she was supposed to throw herself at Carter in gratitude for his protective instincts. Or take her father’s side for his.Talk about riding the mental merry-go-round ’til it made her dizzy.And that didn’t even take into consideration the L-word.Macie was pretty sure she loved Carter. But
“Personally, I don’t understand the attraction. And I can guarantee you’ll never see me with a cowgirl. Never.”Carter kept drinking.“So. Is she from around here?”“Sort of. Not really.”“Okay, that’s vague. What’s she like?”“She’s…damn. She’s everything. But she’s also damn young.”“Like Jerry Lee Lewis young? Great balls of fire, you jonesin’ for a thirteen-year-old girl, McKay?”“No, you fuckin’ pervert. She’s twenty-two.”Jack looked at him. And laughed. Hard.“What?”“You’re all of twenty-six. How does that make her young?”“I don’t know. It just does.” Carter drained his beer and reached for another. Now, why in the hell hadn’t he thought of that before now? Because most days he felt so much older than his chronological age?“So let me get this straight: You called me, in a panic, dragged me to Wyoming, because you need me to fuck your new, young girlfriend?”“It ain’t that crude.”“Details, man.”“Fine. Macie has this fantasy of bein’ with more than one guy. She’s told me she
Macie shrugged.“Do you know why I’m here?”“No.”“Carter called me in a panic yesterday. He’s never done that. So, I changed my schedule, flew in, expecting to hear he’s dying or something. But no. He sits me down, tells me about you, how crazy he is about you, and then he asks me…shit. I need another beer.” He snagged one out of the cooler and drank.Impatiently, she demanded, “He asked you what, Jack?”Jack locked his gaze to hers. “He asked me to be the third player in a threesome with you and him.”All the blood drained from Macie’s face. “Omigod. Why would he do that?”“He said you have some fantasy about being with two guys at one time, or two cowboys or some ménage thing. Anyway, he wanted to give you that fantasy, and he asked me here because, well, to be blunt again, he and I have done this type of thing before—granted, it was a couple of years ago. But the bottom line is he asked me because he trusts me. And he trusts me with you. Which says a whole helluva lot to me, about
He couldn’t wait to plow his fist into the bastard’s face.“Get your hand off her, Jack, or I’ll break it so you never draw another goddamn thing.”Macie looked up at him, horrified. “Carter?”“Stay out of this, Macie. This is between Jack, and me.”“But—”“Turn around, coward. I won’t sucker punch you, like you sucker punched me."Cause I wanna see teeth fly when I belt you in the mouth for tryin’ to steal my girl.”Jack eased the stool around slowly.Carter braced himself and cocked his fist.But the man facing him wasn’t Jack Donohue. It was his brother Colby’s friend, Trevor Glanzer.“Trevor? What the hell are you doin’ here?”“Plannin’ on kickin’ your butt as soon as I finish my pie. What is wrong with you, Carter? It ain’t like you to pick fights.”Carter ignored the question and glanced at Macie. “Where’s Jack?”“How should I know? He’s your friend.”“Because last night…” Damn. Could he be wrong? Could he really be that paranoid?Yes, when it came to Macie all rationality vanis
No wonder artists talked about love being the best inspiration; it was true.He could finally show the world what Macie meant to him. Who she was to him and who he was to her. How she looked at him with love. Love he’d been searching for his entire adult life.Trevor grinned at her. “Been waitin’ for this day for a long time, precious Gem-stone.”“Yeah? Well, I am a little nervous, so be kind, okay?”Trevor moseyed over and cupped her face in his big hands. Warm, full lips pressed hers before his tongue snaked inside.Gemma jumped when she felt Cash move in behind her. “Easy.” His fingers curled into her hips and he nuzzled his face in her hair.Trevor licked and nipped at her mouth and pulled back with a sigh. “Kind? Huh-uh. I wanna fuck you like an animal. I’m gonna show you the dark side of lust.” His lips came down on hers and he leisurely unbuttoned her blouse. Cash peeled it down her trembling arms. Then Cash unhooked her bra and her breasts tumbled into Trevor’s hands.Gemma’s
Her thumbs swept across his narrow hipbones and his stomach trembled beneath her touch. More scars.She ignored his crotch and her fingertips moved down, over the fresh bruises on his thighs. Even at this angle she could see Cash was bowlegged—another endearing trait.Knobby, scarred knees. Gouges marred his thin calves down to his ankles. She ended the sweeping caress at his long, narrow feet. Ugly feet. All cowboys, especially rodeo cowboys, had hideously mangled toes and callused feet. Gemma stroked all these spots hungrily, her eyes drinking him in. “You are all rugged beauty and strength, Cash. Every part is…so you. Why do you hide this from me?”“Gemma, you humble me. That’s why—”Trevor sauntered back in and rubbed his hands together. “Who’s up for a Gemma sandwich?”Right then, Gemma wanted the ménage fantasy to end. It seemed…selfish now. Like one of those “life experiences” Macie’s mother had been determined to check off. She’d much prefer to make love with Cash, the man she
“I know.”Every time she moved, those damn pretty tits swayed enticingly and he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. Just a little closer…Cash licked his lips.Her saucy smile disappeared. An all-knowing feminine look glinted in her eyes. “But guess what? I’ve decided I don’t care if you get off. You can watch me get off.” She tossed the scissors to the floor and straddled his pelvis on her knees so his dick bumped into her ass.Cash clenched his butt cheeks together.Lord she looked beautiful. With her tousled blonde hair. Her pink lips swollen from their kisses. Tan lines criss-crossing her arms from slaving outdoors. The smattering of cinnamon-colored freckles across her chest. The curve of her ribs flaring into hips a man could sink his hands into. Her long legs, especially the strong muscles in her thighs from spending her life astride a horse. The bright red nail polish on her dainty feet—about her only concession to her femininity. He loved every square inch of her. He stared hung
He squeezed back. “She’s young, and you’re gonna have to work with her a lot before you can ride her. But if you train her right from the start, she’ll always mind you, and she won’t let you down.”“My first horse. Yay! I feel like an eight-year-old girl. Dad, thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll ride her, and pet her, and feed her, and take her for walks everyday, and she’ll be my best friend…”“You are such a smarty-pants.”“How cool is that? Pretty soon I’ll be clip-clopping along on my very own horse, shootin’ varmints with my new rifle.”“You bought her a rifle too?” Gemma asked.They both turned around. Her dad’s face lit up like the bug zapper. He wrapped his arm around Gemma’s shoulders and kissed her temple. “Well, yeah. She needed her own gun out here in the wild wild West.”Macie watched her father and Gemma mooning over each other. They were so deliriously happy; she didn’t begrudge them a bit of it. It spilled onto her. And rather than his relationship with Gemma driving