Sexual Healing (Contemporary Cowboys 1)

“Hang on there, beautiful,” he said, placing his hands over hers. “Let’s see where this is heading.”

“No. Let’s not! This is so…wrong!”

“There’s nothing wrong about that,” Tyler said, seemingly impressed with the couples’ outward expression of love and affection.

Peyton took her spankings like a champ, asked for more, promised to be good, and then suddenly gasped.

“What is it?” Kane’s voice filled the air.

“Kane, look!”

About that time, Joshua, Aspen, and Vicky pivoted to the left and apparently spotted them, too.

As if their response had been well rehearsed, the Jackson brothers wiggled their fingers in a silly little wave. Brianna closed her eyes and tossed up her hand, starting for the door.

She had never been so embarrassed in all her life!

“See, Kane, what’d I tell you. Our daughters and apparently their cousins, too, think they were hatched, not born.”

“What do you say we practice the old-fashioned way.” His voice carried through the crowd. “Then we can put all speculation to rest.”

“Sounds like a good plan, Cartwell!” Jax threw up his hand and waved. “And don’t let us stop you, we won’t be staying tonight.”

A few moments later, Brianna’s men caught up to her in the parking lot. They were laughing and ribbing one another as they approached her.

“This is not funny, guys.”

“What’s wrong, baby?” Jax asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “They have a right to come out and strut their stuff just like we do.”

“They’re old!”

“Old?” Jax laughed. “They’re not old. They’re seasoned, experienced.”

“He’s right,” Tyler said. “And I don’t blame them. Their women are hot and look as good as some of the younger women in there.”

“You did not just call my second cousin’s wife hot.”

“She is,” Flint said, clearly deviling her.

“But not as hot as you are,” Jax

said, pushing her up against the side of the building.

“He’s right,” Tyler said, closing the distance between them, too. “You’re scorching hot.”

“Smoldering,” Flint agreed.

“Burning the tips right off the flames.” Jax moistened his lips and placed one hand flat against her stomach and the other against the building, right next to her head.

“You guys can’t be serious.” She glanced down and noticed the thick bulges in their jeans. “Here?”

“You’re out of the closet, sub.” Jax unzipped his fly. “Remember?”

“And there’s no way in hell we’re letting you go back in,” Tyler said, standing to her left as Flint took a position at the right.

“Besides, you’re the one who slipped on the little black dress tonight.” He lowered his lips to hers. “And I’m betting you aren’t wearing any panties.”

“If I said I am, would that slow you down?”