Corralled (Blacktop Cowboys 1)

But doesn’t having these two sexy, virile men offering a dream sexual experience sound thrilling?

Yes. But Lainie wasn’t the type of woman to just go with the flow.

Yet, somehow you found the guts to screw two different men at every opportunity and keep it a secret.

What would it be like to be with both men at the same time?

Delicious. Wanton. A chance few women were afforded.

Did she have the cojones to grab the opportunity with both greedy hands?

“Tell you what. We sprang this idea on you first thing this morning and we wanna give you time to think on it. But we also want to give you a little taste of what we have in store for you.” Kyle curled his palm around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to his. He let the kiss remain unhurried, a soft brush of lips on lips. Then he released her. She had about a split second before Hank invaded her space.

Hank’s lips were firmer, his kiss more intrusive as he swept his tongue into her mouth.

She loved the full-out way Hank kissed. No holding back. Eating at her mouth like a starving man. His hand rested on her throat, allowing the jagged edge of his thumb to rub her jawline.

After a minute or five of scrambling her brain, Hank eased back to peer into her eyes.

The lust she saw wasn’t a surprise. But his next action was—passing her back to Kyle.

Kyle threaded his fingers into her hair, angling her head to take her mouth in a no-holds-barred kiss. A tongue-thrusting swamping of her senses that made her weak-kneed and weak-willed.

For a second, she forgot the divine decadence of Kyle’s kiss, unnerved by the knowledge that if Kyle’s hands were in her hair, whose hands were on her chest?

Hank murmured, “Relax, Lainie. Let us touch you.” He peeled the tiny elastic straps of her camisole down her biceps and past the tops of her br**sts.

With the straps nestled in the bend of her elbows, her arms were immobilized. Not that she intended to push Kyle away when his lips followed the arc of her neck. Lainie’s eyes closed, her head fell back, and she momentarily lost her balance.

A big, warm hand steadied her. “Easy.”

The wet flick of a tongue on the very tip of her right nipple made her breath catch. She moaned when a hot mouth enclosed the peak and suckled.

Another mouth toyed with the left nipple, using teeth and firm-lipped bites. Then hot, wet suction. How incredibly bizarre, feeling two different mouths on her br**sts at the same time. How incredibly arousing.

She knew Kyle had commandeered the left side, even without the rasp of his goatee on her skin. He didn’t tease. Hank, on the other hand, took foreplay seriously and worshiped her breast with single-minded concentration.

With both men seeing to her pleasure? No wonder her pulse was racing.

As she fought for breath, Hank’s lips landed gently on hers, drawing out the intimacy with lazy kisses he knew she craved.

She felt Kyle retreat, leaving her in Hank’s capable hands. Hank straightened her clothes, smoothed her hair. He rested his forehead against hers. “Think about this today before you make any rash decisions, okay?”

Lainie inhaled slowly. Exhaled. Worked to get her crazed hormones under control. “Okay.”

“Good enough.” He stepped back.

But he didn’t depart fast enough; she noticed the bulge in his jeans. Whoa. Hank was turned on by what’d just happened.

Kyle sidled in front of her with that engaging devil-may-care grin and a serious hard-on. “You are one smokin’-hot woman. Thanks for not bootin’ our sorry asses out.” Kyle’s kiss was flirty, fun, and Lainie was grateful.

“We’ll see you tonight. Hopefully not in an official capacity.” He winked and followed Hank out of the room.

An hour later, when three solid raps sounded on her door, Lainie remembered to check the peephole first.

Tanna. Fully dressed in her barrel-racing cowgirl regalia.

Lainie unlatched the chains and Tanna burst in.

“You have to tell me what happened with Hank and Kyle right freakin’ now. It’s been driving me crazy.” Tanna whirled to balance on the tips of her ropers so she could loom over Lainie. “No holding anything back.”

“You mean . . . last night?”

“Yes, I mean last night. You freaked out when you realized they were there together. And damn, girl, what was up with the cowardly way you snuck out the back door?”

“I warned you I’d run.”

Tanna’s left eyebrow winged up. “So Kyle followed you first, then Hank. Then what?”

“How many people saw them chasing me down last night?”

“Two, three maybe. But mostly the guys were mesmerized by my unique brand of entertainment. Jiggling my boobs as a distraction entitles me to all sorts of juicy details.”

Lainie hip-checked her. “I owe you, but you loved having them drool over what they’d never have.”

“That is true. But it don’t matter. Spill the deets.”

“Kyle and Hank grew up together.”

Tanna frowned. “You didn’t pick up on the fact that they’re both from the same hometown? Don’t, like, four people live in Wyoming?”

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Tan.”

“Sorry. Go on.”

“Kyle’s bio said he’s from Rawlins. Hank’s says he’s from Muddy Gap. Without having a map in front of me, and knowing nothing about Wyoming, I had no clue the towns are thirty miles apart. They went to the same school, where Hank called Kyle ‘Gilly’—an abbreviated form of Gilchrist. So yes, I’d heard Hank mention Gilly offhandedly, but the truth is, whenever he and I were alone together, because we saw each other only twice a month, we didn’t do a whole lot of talking.”