Boots and Bareback: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 3 (18 page)

“No, I haven’t,” she admitted. “Too much has happened for me to wrap my head around everything.”

Tanner frowned. “The sooner the better.”

“Don’t pressure her.” Gabe rode on her right. “We’ll want to renovate the old homestead for a place to live. That’ll take time.”

“Too damned much time,” Tanner groused. “I want her living with us now.”

Gabe sat up straighter. “We all do. But to be fair to Isabella, she gets to decide.”

Isabella laughed out loud as she reined in her horse on the banks of the creek. “I don’t care. Today, tomorrow, next week… I want to be with all of you too. And like Tanner said, the sooner the better.”

Tanner dropped to the ground and reached up to help her down.

Isabella slid along his long, lean body, her pussy rubbing across the ridge of his fly. When her boots touched the ground, her pulse quickened, the promise of more to come setting her body on fire. “You’re overdressed,” she whispered. “Let me remedy that.” Her fingers loosened the buttons on his shirt, dragging the hem from his waistband.

Gabe and Sean busied themselves tying the horses to the nearby bushes.

Once she had the shirt open, Isabella smoothed her hands over Tanner’s chest, shoving the shirt back over his shoulders until it slid down his arms, dropping to his feet.

She reached for his belt buckle, loosening it so that she could unbutton his jeans. Ever so slowly, she eased his zipper down, dragging out the moment with wicked intensity.

“You’re killing me.” He grabbed her hands, shoving them away. In seconds he’d toed off his boots, dropped his jeans and stood naked in front of her. “Now let me help you.”

“I’ll help.” Gabe strode forward as naked as Tanner.

“Me too.” Sean, his nude body glowing blue in the moonlight, hurried into the fray, grabbing her around the middle and swinging her feet into the air. “Someone get the boots.”

Isabella laughed breathlessly as Gabe grabbed her boots and yanked them off.

Tanner unbuttoned her shorts and tugged them and the thong over her thighs, stopping to finger her pussy, testing its wetness. “I’m going to come before we get her completely naked.”

Sean set her on her bare feet and lifted the hem of her blouse, raising it up over her head, tossing it to the side. “I get her first this time.” He turned her in his arms. Bending, he lifted her, settling her legs around his hips. “Wet or dry?”

“Dry first.” She nodded toward the huge, stony ledge. “I want to make love to all of you at the same time.”

“Oh, baby, and we want that.” Sean carried her to the stone and eased her onto her back.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, then moved down her body, tonguing her skin, nipping her nipples and spreading kisses all the way across her belly and lower.

Heat burned beneath every touch of his lips and fingers, building at her core and spreading outward. “More, please,” she moaned.

Sean spread her thighs and lay down between them, his fingers parting her folds, his tongue finding her special nubbin of desire.

Gabe settled on her right, Tanner on her left, each claiming a breast, their fingers massaging and tweaking the nipples, leaving Sean to do his thing.

The youngest of her O’Brien brothers slid his tongue into her pussy, circling her entrance, then sliding upward to flick her clit. He poked a calloused finger into her cunt, then two, then three, the coarseness setting off bursts of flames inside her.

Isabella’s heels pressed against the stone, her back arching upward. “Oh, God, yes.” Sean’s relentless assault drove her up over the edge and she free-fell into an abyss of molten heat.

Sean climbed up her body and drove into her in one long, steady thrust, filling her to full and then some. Whether he had the biggest dick wasn’t a factor. What he did with it extended her orgasm through his own.

When he sagged against her, he sucked in a deep breath. “You’re so beautiful. I could stay like this all night.”

“No way.” Tanner nudged him. “Let me show her how it’s done.”

“I don’t know…” Isabella sighed and sat up. “Sean was pretty incredible.”

Sean moved to the side and Tanner hovered over her. “I have a year on him. I know a few things.”

Sean chuckled. “We’re talking about pleasing our woman, not breeding cows.”

Tanner shot a narrow-eyed look at his brother. “Shut up and learn something.”

Isabella rolled to the side, grabbed Gabe’s hand, dragging herself and him to their feet. “While you two argue, we’re going for a swim.” She jumped into the water.

Gabe landed beside her.

When they surfaced, two more splashes drenched them all over again.

“Promise me something,” she said as they all stood in water up to their waists.

“Anything.” Gabe cupped her chin.

“Name it.” Sean caressed her breast.

“Promise you what, baby?” Tanner lifted her left hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.

“That you’ll never let me come between you.”

Gabe hooked her elbow. “I don’t know. Kinda have to sometimes to get this close.” He pulled her against his erection.

“You know what I mean.” Her right hand slipped below the surface and wrapped around his cock.

“I promise,” Sean said.

“I promise,” Gabe echoed.

Tanner hesitated.

Isabella pulled her left hand free of Tanner’s grip and let it fall beneath the water to circle his dick. “Promise, Tanner?”

“When you put it like that…” He sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “I promise.”

“Then let’s get this party started.” Isabella slid her leg along Gabe’s, floating up to where her pussy hovered over his cock. “I could use a little help, Tanner.”

Tanner waded behind her and gripped her waist, positioning his dick at the tight little hole of her anus.

“Sean?” Isabella reached out and tugged the man over, pressing his hand to her breast. “Now, this is what I call
the works
. I love you guys just the way you are. Don’t ever change.”

“Now, that I can promise.” Tanner slid the tip of his dick into her ass.

Gabe entered her pussy in a long, slow glide.

Sean caressed her breast, tweaking the nipple.

The moon shone down on them, bathing them in a soft, blue glow.

Life didn’t get any better than that.

As the men moved inside of her, Isabella was proved wrong.

Oh, yes it did get better…much better.

About the Author

Twenty years of livin’ and lovin’ on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill in her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval, romantic suspense, contemporary and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she’s not wrangling words from her computer she’s snow-skiing, boating, riding her ATV or spending time with family. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of 20+ years and her muses—human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.

To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at
www.mylajackson.com
.

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Now Available:

Ugly Stick Saloon

Boots and Chaps

Boots and Leather

Bound and Tied

Honor Bound

Duty Bound

River Bound

This biker chick longs for the open road…until two Kiowa cowboys shift her gears.

Boots and Leather

© 2012 Myla Jackson

Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 2

Eight months ago, Libby Jones parked her motorcycle in Temptation, Texas, to work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Since then she’s grown to love the bar’s feeling of family, but now it’s time to hit the road. The longer she stays, the greater the risk her father’s investigators will track her down.

Yet she can’t resist taking the Gray Wolf twins up on their offer to go riding on their ranch. Even though getting involved should be the last thing on her mind.

Ever since Libby landed at the Ugly Stick, Mark and Luke Gray Wolf have been trying to capture her attention. She's blown them off at every turn, until now. Their plan: expose her to the delights only twins can provide—and persuade her to stay for the long haul.
 

Libby’s longing for a life she can’t have makes her delay her departure just a heartbeat too long. Her hesitation gives her past time to walk through the saloon door, and all hell to break loose. Now the twins have a fight on their hands to teach her that being free doesn’t mean she can’t let go of her heart.

Warning: Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon. Pull up a chair and set a spell, you're gonna wanna hear this tale about two hot Kiowa twins and a leather-clad biker chick. Multiple partners, a little BDSM, and one skinny-dippin' scene so hot it’ll make the pages sizzle! 

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Boots and Leather:
 

Luke spoke first. “Why did you come out here today, Libby?”

Libby frowned, her face burning. “Sorry, I thought you two were interested in sex. My mistake.” She sat up and leaned across Mark, reaching for her shirt.

As her bare skin connected with his, her pussy creamed and she fought to drag air into her lungs. How embarrassing to be so brazen with these two men and them not want any part of her.

Mark’s arms wrapped around her, dragging her up his body to face him. “I don’t make it a habit to pounce on a woman, unless I know for certain that’s what she wants. Up until the point you took off your shirt, I wasn’t hedging my bets.”

“And he wanted to pounce.” Luke laughed. “My brother isn’t known for his willpower when it comes to a beautiful woman.”

Still stinging from their lack of response, Libby pushed against Mark’s chest, her fingers meeting with the hard muscles. “I took off my shirt. Good grief, what did you think I meant?”

“After the other night, we’re not sure what
you
want, but we know what we want. We want you.” Luke shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Still, considering your decision to leave town after what we’d shared the other night, we weren’t going to risk making any assumptions. If you want to make love with us, say so.”

Oh, man, she wanted to really bad, her entire body tensed with frustration. “That’s what I
wanted
.” She stretched her arm farther, her fingers grasping for the shirt she hoped to hide behind. “Now, I’m just embarrassed.”

Luke moved closer, his hand smoothing across her back, scraping over her bra. “Just so you know, ever since we made this arrangement, I for one, haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and what you might look like beneath the biker-chick outfit in broad daylight.”

Libby’s breath caught and her struggle to grab her shirt ceased. “And?”

“And I like the leather and attitude, and I like making love in the starlight, but I like this better.” Luke’s fingers spread wide across her lower back, smoothing over her black jeans and pulling at the straps to loosen her black leather chaps. “You are beautiful.”

“Now I can see the sunlight on your hair and the deep green of your eyes.” Mark dug his hands into her hair, pulling her closer to press his lips to hers.

While Luke slipped her chaps out from between her and Mark, Mark plunged his tongue between Libby’s teeth, stroking the length of hers in long, lazy thrusts.

Libby’s fingers dug into Mark’s chest, her legs parting over his hips.

The handsome Kiowa pressed the swell of his cock against her pussy through his jeans, inspiring all kinds of crazy, kinky thoughts to go flitting through her head.

Lying in the open air, with nothing nearby but sky and miles of open country, far away from prying eyes, her breathing grew ragged.

Luke slid his fingers along her spine, up to where her bra pressed against her ribs. “I’d personally like to see a little more.”

Breaking free of Mark’s soul-stealing kiss, Libby sat up, grinding her cunt against the ridge of his fly. “Look, guys. I’m here for the sex. Nothing else. No tomorrows, no commitment. Got that?”

Mark held his hands up in surrender, his face strained, his cock swelling beneath her. “Got it. For now. Could you shift just a little to the left?”

Luke frowned. “What if we want to see you tomorrow?”

Her belly clenched. She didn’t have tomorrows she could give to anyone. Knowing she’d stayed too long already made her more determined to grab a little joy out of the moment. With a sigh, she answered, “No guarantees. I may not be around. This offer is only good for today. And it expires in one minute. The time it’ll take me to change my mind.”

Mark moaned. “I’m in.”

“I’m not so sure I am.” Luke bent and pressed a kiss to the tip of one breast. “I can’t imagine this being the last time with you.”