Her Double Mountain Outlaws

This was nuts. It was like I was on the best date of my life, before it even started, and it was with two guys. I kept looking between them, waiting to see something that looked like jealousy, or like there was about to be trouble. I mean they were best friends, and even if having them both was… well, insanely amazing, I was not going to be “that” girl. No way.

But there wasn’t anything like that. Just their full attention on me.

…God what dream was I dreaming here?

I’d just had the most mind-blowingly hot sex of my life, and it’d been with two men. Two men who’s mouths and hands and huge cocks had driven me wild—making me still feel like I was high from my orgasms. My hair was still damp, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care were Caleb wanted to take me until suddenly Landon set me down, and I looked up at the dim, flickering neon light.

“You’re serious? Caleb, this is a—”

“It’s a bar. Yeah, I got that,” he chuckled.

“Right, but you’re…”

He glanced at Landon before grinning at me.

“I love bars. Especially trashy ones like this one.” He shrugged. “I just don’t drink in them anymore.”

“Isn’t the temptation too much?”

“I think I’ve got something else taking up too much of my attention for me to give a shit about booze, darlin,” he growled, and when he stepped into me and kissed me slowly, I melted into him. I moaned softly, my hands sliding around his waist as he cupped my jaw and crushed his lips to mine. Hands tugged me away, and I gasped as I whirled, falling into Landon. Our lips seared together, my mouth opening for his tongue as I moaned and pressed myself tight to him.

“C’mon,” Caleb chuckled, jerking his head towards the door. “I hear county music.”

I arched a brow.

“He loves country music,” Landon sighed, shaking his head. “Not even the good stuff. He likes that line-dancing shit.”

I snorted, but Caleb just shrugged. “Don’t be jealous of my Texas two-step skills, dickhead.”

I laughed as we tumbled into the bar.

* * *

An hour later, I was certain. This was bar-none, the best date of my life. Okay, it sure as hell didn’t hurt that my “date” had started with the best sex of my life when two hot, gorgeous, inked, hung guys took me together.

…Okay, it definitely didn’t hurt.

But even besides that, I was having the time of my life. We laughed, we swapped stories. I told them about Jackie and I growing up moving around a lot. They told me about their pasts. My heart broke when Caleb told me through gritted teeth about demons of addiction. And I wanted to rage, and hit something, or save him, when Landon slowly sipped his whiskey and talked about his time in the underground rings, fighting for the mob guys to bet on.

I put aside my normal “one drink only on dates” policy and had a second. I mean, I knew who they were, and I knew I was safe. Hell, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever been safer. Landon sipped whiskey, Caleb drank Shirley Temples and made a point to make sure the bartender gave him extra cherries on top, much to my amusement as he winked at me.

“Aww, shit yeah!” Caleb hooted suddenly, looking up from our table as the song changed on the juke box. Some super twangy, 90s sounding country song came on and Landon and I groaned as Caleb jumped up.

“C’mon, let’s dance.”

“Hell fucking no,” Landon muttered.

“C’mon, darlin,” he skipped over his friend, eyeing me. “Dance with me.”

I bit my lip.

“You know you want to.”

I laughed, shaking my head before sighing and nodding. “Alright, alright. Sure.”

“Atta girl.”

He helped me up, when I heard a grunt behind me.

“Well fuck it, if you are.”

Caleb grinned at him. “Worried about missing out?”

“Nah,” he purred, pulling me close and letting his hand slide to the small of my back, making me shiver heatedly.

“I just didn’t feel much like sitting on my ass when I could be putting my hands on this gorgeous thing instead.”

I blushed as the both of them pulled me onto the empty dance floor near the juke box. For a second, I glanced around, my heart pounding. I wasn’t even sure what I was worried about… I mean, so what if I was dancing with two guys?

But, another part of me knew it was more than “so what.” It was scandalous is what it was. Blackthorn was a pretty freaking small place, and suddenly, all I could think about was “what happens if someone sees us?”

…I hated how flustered that got me.

Because I mean really, who did care? So what if I was dancing with two hot guys? So what if I was fucking two hot guys?

…So why was I so nervous about being “seen?”