Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

“Would you still like to go horseback riding?” Micah asked. “You don’t have to bring the condoms.” My mouth fell open as he leaned in, then whispered, “I always carry some with me. But if you’re interested in some of that back-door action you were talking about, then definitely grab the lube.”

“Did he just say he had condoms? And what about lube? Oh, he’s a keeper. Micah, my sister needs to get laid and you and your friend need to help her with that.”

Colt cleared his throat. “I’ll be joining you, so that can be arranged.” He winked, softening his words.

Micah grinned even broader at that statement and my eyes flared wide at the idea of doing anything with both of them.

I pressed the phone against my chest to stifle whatever else Ann Marie was going to say. “Will you two excuse me for a minute?”

I didn’t give them a chance to respond, but I couldn’t miss the way they were silently laughing as I spun on my heel.

I closed the door behind me, then leaned against it. Sighed as I pressed the speaker button and put the phone to my ear.

“Ann Marie. I am going to kill you,” I hissed, tipping my voice low.

“What? It wasn’t as if you were going to tell them yourself.”

“Tell them what?” I countered. “Ask them if they’re single and would they like to do tawdry and possibly illegal things with me?”

“Yes.”

“On a horseback ride?” I laughed at that, the visual, well… “They’ll recognize me first thing. They’ll want to fuck a star, not the real me.”

“They didn’t recognize you. I didn’t hear any of the usual gasps and surprise.”

I didn’t respond because she was right. Neither guy looked at me with the slightest bit of recognition. Did they really not know me or were they good actors?

“Not all guys are assholes, sis. Besides, if they did recognize and want to fuck a star, like you said, but you’ll be using them, too. Go for it. Fuck the hot cowboys. The one sounded more than ready. Take those big dicks for a wild ride. Use them all night long.”

“It’s a three-hour tour,” I replied.

“Yeah, and look what happened to Gilligan and the others.”

I shut my eyes and laughed despite my wanting to reach through the phone and strangle her. I couldn’t help but remember the reruns of Gilligan’s Island, the 60’s TV show we used to watch together as kids.

I gave myself another quick glance in the mirror, groaned. “This is insane.”

“Insane is not taking advantage of the situation. If they’re nice guys and as hot as you say, go for it. You’re a grown woman. Take charge of your orgasms.” She laughed. “Or let them take charge of them.”

I wasn’t sure if I could do what she was proposing. Yeah, the famous star did all kinds of wild things, but the real Lacey wasn’t very adventurous. “You’re saying what happens in Montana, stays in Montana.”

“Sure. You deserve to have a little fun. And a whole lot of those man-induced orgasms. Just jump them on the lunch break.” I heard Gabe say something in the background. “Gabe says do those cowboys. Okay, get off this phone and get pulled together. The next time I talk to you, I want details. Lots of them.”

“Talking about it with you is one thing. I can’t go off and have a middle-of-nowhere fling with two cowboys. Besides, this is their job. I’m a client. I think Gabe has screwed the sense right out of you.”

“Not yet he hasn’t,” my sister said suggestively. “And those two cowboys should go screw the sense out of you.”

“Oh, good lord. Okay, I’m getting off the phone, and not so I can pack condoms and lube. If I did something like that and the press found out, it would be a disaster.”

She sighed. “Lacey, you’re in the middle of Montana, not walking down Hollywood Boulevard. It’s condoms. Not drugs. And lube? Hell, if they’re as hot as you say, every woman in America expects you to be tag teamed.”

“Ann Marie!” I shouted, then bit my lip. Tag teamed by those two cowboys? My pussy liked the idea just fine. Not that I’d ever done something like that before, but I wanted to be adventurous. And those two? I had no doubt they had cock monsters beneath those well-worn, form fitting jeans they wore.

“There isn’t any press. No one’s hiding behind a tree. That’s the whole point of this adventure. Nobody will know if you decide to do something wild.”

“People will find out.” I frowned. “They always do.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care, and honestly, neither should you. I’m hanging up now. You, go wild. And use condoms! Lots of them.”