Two Can Play That Game (4 page)

Large,
calloused hands cupped her breasts from behind while equally dexterous hands
held her hips steady from the front.

As her
cowboy fucked her pussy, the other man eased deeper into her ass. The blindfold
held out the light, but she didn't need to see what was happening to her. All
she had to do was feel.

And oh
how wonderful it felt. With each thrust, the tension built inside her, the heat
of two muscled bodies sandwiching her between them only added to the experience,
sending her to the heavens. As she reached nirvana, a burst of stars erupted
beneath her eyelids, she cried out, her fingers convulsing in her cowboy's
chest hair, the men tensing at the same time as they thrust one last time
inside her body.

As the
sensations dissipated, the men pulled free and climbed out of the back of the
truck.

Charli
couldn't move, couldn't begin to speak, every coherent thought chased from her
head. She lay on her back, her knees falling to the sides, the cool night air
brushing against her ravaged pussy. "Wow."

Gentle
hands dressed her, tugging up her shorts over her hips, buttoning and snapping
them. Another pair of hands sat her up and fastened her bra, dragging the tank
top back down over her breasts. When at last she was fully dressed, arms
scooped beneath her legs and she was lifted out of the truck, carried across
pavement and placed into her vehicle behind the steering wheel. The clank of
metal on metal was followed by the handcuffs slipping from her wrists.
Immediately, her car door slammed shut.

As her
thoughts congealed into action, Charli grabbed for the bandana over her eyes.
Maybe now she'd see who these men were. At last, she'd know the identity of her
secret lovers.

She
whipped the bandana from her head and stared out the window at the cowboys
standing beside her car. Once again, their headlights cast their faces into the
shadows. All she could make out were their big grins. Each touched the brim of
his black cowboy hat then they spun on their boot heels and walked away.

Charli
fumbled with her door, trying to get the window to roll down, remembering too
late that the car engine had to be running for the windows to work. Maybe she
could follow them to where they lived. Perhaps then she'd discover who they
were.

The two
trucks backed away, then spun and took off, too far away for her to make out
the model or the license plate numbers.

Her
hands shaking, Charli reached for the keys in the ignition. They weren't there.

"Damn!"
Surely, they wouldn't leave her stranded on the roadside. She spent a precious
five minutes looking for the keys, finally finding them on the back floorboard,
tucked beneath the floor mat, a note lying beneath them.

With the
trucks completely out of sight now, she knew she wouldn't find them. Disappointment
warred with a deep sense of satisfaction as well as a need for more as she
unfolded the note and read it. The slip of paper contained an address and below
it the words,
Backdoor. Midnight. Wear a dress
.

THE END

(I think not)

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"Are
you crazy?" Audrey hissed under her breath.

A smile
lifted the corners of Charli
Sutton
's
lips. "Maybe, but I've never been more sexually...stimulated as
this." Her hand rose to touch her breast through the tank top she wore
with a beer advertisement plastered all over the front of it. She glanced
around eagerly at the people lounging around in lawn chairs outside Ed
Thompson's new two-story ranch house. If she hadn't RSVP'd a week ago, she'd
have skipped Ed's house-warming barbeque to prepare for the night ahead.

"You
should have
called the cops," her boss and best friend exclaimed.

Charli's
brows rose, her eyes widening. "You think a cop would have joined and made
it a threesome?" She bit back the laughter bubbling up inside at Audrey's
horrified expression.

"No.
I'd hope he'd arrest the bastards for gang raping you." Her voice rose
with each word. Kendall Mason glanced their direction, a worried frown pressing
her eyebrows together.

With a
reassuring smile, Charli wiggled her fingers at Kendall then dragged Audrey
farther away from the group. "Shhh. I was not raped."

"You
willingly let two men pretending to be cops cuff you, blindfold you and do
things to you on a public highway?"

Charli
cringed. "That does sound awful, doesn't it?" She couldn't hold back
the smile for long, it burst through, her chest swelling with excitement.
"I haven't been this turned-on in months. Hell, years.” She flung out her
arms and spun in a circle laughing. She came to a stop, still grinning. “You
know the best part?”

“What
that you’ve completely lost your mind?”

“Yes,
no. That we have another,” Charli frowned, “date, tonight.”

“Date?”
Audrey shook her head. “You call that a date?”

With a
shrug, Charli looked away. "Well, sort of."

"Did
you go out to dinner?"

"No."

"Did
you have a drink?" Audrey crossed her arms over her chest, her foot
tapping the ground.

Charli
didn't like the way this conversation was going. Mostly because Audrey had a
point. She held her breath knowing the next question Audrey would ask.

"Did
they bother to tell you their names?"

To
Audrey that had to be the deal breaker.

To
Charli, that had been what made the last two mad, crazy, insane nights so
incredible. She still didn't know who her cowboys were. Especially her cowboy
number one, or as she'd dubbed him...the Original Sin.

"Got
you on that one, didn't I?" Audrey nodded, her face smug.

That
warm tingly feeling bubbled up in Charli again and she hugged her arms around
herself. "Nope. I still don't know his name and right now, I don't care. I
like the mystery, it makes me crazy with lust."

Audrey
sighed. "You're hopeless."

"Yeah,"
Charli agreed without remorse. "I am."

"Well
there's only one thing left to do?"

"There
is?"

"Yes,
ma'am. I have to go with you on your date."

"What?"

Audrey
grinned. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't protect you from any
man determined to take advantage of you?"

Charli
shook her head. "Oh, honey, I want him to take advantage of me. Please,
don't do me any favors."

Her friend
smiled. "Okay, but I don't like all this secrecy. Makes me wonder what
he's hiding besides his face."

"I
don't care. He makes me smile."

"He
or they?"

"Mostly
him—the Original Sin."

Audrey
shot a glance around at the group of friends gathered in the yard. "Do you
think he might be one of Ed's friends?"

Charli
had been wondering that herself. Last night she'd have put money on Connor
Mason being her man in the black Stetson. She gazed across at her colleague
Kendall Mason, sitting in Ed Thompson's lap and sighed, wishing she had someone
she cared enough about to sit in his lap in public. Her gaze shifted to
Kendall's brother stepping out the back door with a tray of raw hamburgers.
Tall,
light brown hair, blue eyes and ripped. Every muscle outlined by
the tight T-shirt stretched over his shoulders. Yeah, he was hot and he made
Charli hot in all the right places.

Her pussy creamed as she studied the man. Hell, ever since
the first night her man in the black cowboy hat had dared her to skinny dip in
the judge's pool, she'd been studying every man at the Ugly Stick Saloon and
now here in Kendall's backyard. Her senses were heightened especially those
involving her sex drive. Every look, every single male could potentially be the
one. She was like a bitch in heat, sniffing out the dog she'd hook up with.

Her nipples tightened at the thought of doing it with her
Original Sin doggy style and anther wash of juices drenched her panties. She
glanced down at Connor's crotch, noting how it bulged nicely and wondering what
he looked like naked. When she looked up again, Connor was staring at her, a
smile tugging at his lips.

"Damn!" She shifted, turning away from the
gathering, uncomfortably aware of how turned on she was and how Connor had
caught her staring at his package. Did she have sex on the brain? Hell yes. And
to think she wouldn't even see her mystery man until midnight. With a glance at
her watch she groaned. Eight o'clock? Really? Four more hours?

"Penny for your thoughts?" a deep male voice said
next to her ear.

Charli jumped.

Connor stood at her side, holding a bottle of Guinness beer
in his hand, his clear blue eyes twinkling in the sunshine.

Her body on fire, with no extinguisher to douse the flames,
heat rose in Charli's cheeks and she coughed into her hand to disguise its
cause. "I don't think you want to know my thoughts."

"That good?" His lips twitched as if he shared her
joke.

Did he have any idea what she'd just been thinking? Could he
read her like an open book?

He tipped his bottle, his throat working as he swallowed the
cool liquid.

Charli couldn't help staring at where his full, sensuous
lips caressed the rounded edge o of the bottle's rim.

He tossed the empty bottle into a trash can and turned to
Charli. "Still thinking of leaving Temptation?"

Charli's head spun with a dozen questions she wanted to ask.
What did he mean? Why was he asking? Was he her Original Sin? Was he testing
her to see if she'd had enough of the mystery dates? What if she was wrong?

Before she push any remotely intelligent past her lips, he
chuckled.

"I take that as a yes."

"No," Charli blurted. "I mean, I haven't even
thought of leaving Temptation lately." The realization shocked her. For
the past two days, not once had she been bored or thinking about moving back to
Austin. All because of one man with a black cowboy hat and a body that rocked
her socks completely.

"That's good. I'd like to get to know you better. What
are you doing after the party?"

"Why?"

He shook his head. "Not the answer I was looking for.
Want to go out for a cup of coffee or an ice cream cone at the drive
through?"

Charli squirmed. Damn it, any other time she would, but
tonight she had plans. Tonight she had to leave enough time to get dolled up in
a dress. Her mystery man had left her a note to meet him at the back of the
furniture store at midnight.

Connor's smile straightened. "Sorry. I thought you
might be interested. My bad." He turned to walk away.

"No, really. I'd love to go out for coffee. Just not
tonight. I have...plans."

He face her again and grinned. "How about
tomorrow?"

Her excitement faded. "I have to work tomorrow
night."

Connor's brow furrowed. "I forgot...at the Ugly Stick,
right?"

"Right."

"Lunch?"

Charli grinned. "I can do lunch."

"Great. Then it's a date." Connor stuck out his
hand.

Charli took it and shook it, all at once awkward and just a
little bit disappointed. If Connor was trying to make a date with her for
tonight, he obviously wasn't her mystery cowboy. Then again, he was beautiful,
Charli hadn't committed to ever after with the cowboy and it was just lunch.

"Excuse me, I have to check on the burgers." He
hurried toward the grill where flames licked at the edges of the beef.

Audrey sidled up to her, her brows rising. "What was
all the handshaking about?"

"Nothing."

"Spill, lady, or I'll go ask Connor."

"Fine. I have a lunch date with Connor tomorrow."