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  Katie thought for a moment. Her legs ached a little; it’d been a while since she’d been on horseback. She stood in the stirrups, then lifted her foot out and swung her leg over. She hit the ground, her knees buckling.

  A warm wall kept her from falling. Daniel was there, his arms wrapped around her waist. He pulled her against him, his arm a steel band against her stomach. “Give it a moment,” he said. “You’ll have your legs back soon.”

  She nodded. Over Honey’s back she saw James dismount and lead Midnight over to them. He grabbed the reins of Daniel’s horse. “I’ll just take these guys to the barn. Honey isn’t going anywhere.”

  Indeed, the mare started munching grass again, though her reins were still loosely looped over Katie’s arm.

  Daniel brushed his hand over her stomach. The gentle touch sent flutters through her. She licked her too-dry lips. Against her back, Daniel’s hard body was like a brick wall. His hip, and maybe something else, brushed against her, and she fought not to relax against him. The horse might not be going anywhere, and frankly, Katie didn’t think she was either.

  Chapter Five

  When she went out of town for an event, Katie usually stayed at a discount hotel. After all, she needed a bed, a place to wash up, and that was it. She spent most of her time at the venue or with her horses. The guys apparently didn’t subscribe to her philosophy, for a week after she’d driven out to the ranch, she found herself staying in a very nice room.

  They’d arrived nearly two hours ago, unpacked and settled down. The guys discussed their calf pick, leaving her to flip through the television channels. Just as they finished their conversation her stomach rumbled.

  “Hungry?” James asked.

  “A little,” she admitted, fighting the embarrassed flush that threatened to creep across her cheeks. She’d spent the hour before leaving busily finishing up things for Sydney to take over and hadn’t had a chance for breakfast. They’d made one stop on the nearly four-hour drive to check on the horses, and she hadn’t even gotten anything from the vending machine.

  “Room service?” James checked with Daniel.

  He nodded, frowning at something on the rodeo schedule in front of him.

  James pushed back his chair and crossed the room to the desk. He picked up the phone and punched the button for room service. A few moments later he ordered them three steak dinners. Apparently, unlike her, the guys didn’t have nerves before their performances.

  “Food will be here in about twenty minutes,” James said, hanging up the phone. They spoke for a while abut rodeo, before James went back to his seat and took the brochure from Daniel, folding it up. “I think we’ve looked at that long enough tonight. Not much we can do about our calf except rope him well tomorrow. Quit fussing.”

  Daniel sighed and kicked off his boots. “I suppose. Still, you know I don’t like his stock. I think he trains his calves to duck.”

  James snorted. “I just have to get two feet. You take care of the horns, I’ll get the rest.” He stood and shifted over to one of the two queen-sized beds. He bent over and removed his boots.

  Katie watched, no longer concerned about sustenance. James’ easy movements and teasing spoke to the easy familiarity that the guys had. They probably went through this nearly every time they competed. She leaned back on the bed, resting against a couple of pillows. Turning off the television as she watched them.

  Daniel stood and sat down beside James. The cowboy reached for Daniel’s shoulders, massaging them. Daniel sat there, his chin tipped forward. He relaxed into James’ touch.

  Katie found herself unable to look away. Sure, the guys had their shirts on; she wished they didn’t. But the easy, deep connection between them tugged at her, reminded her of the kind of relationships she craved in her life. She kept quiet, unsure of what to say and fearing she’d come between them.

  James’ hands stilled. He leaned back and smiled over his shoulder at her.

  A knock on the door interrupted anything he might say, or do.

  “Dinner’s here.” James stood and went to the door.

  The waiter brought a huge tray with three scrumptious smelling steak dinners and set it on a table. James signed for the meal and the waiter left. Plates and silverware were distributed, room was made, and the three of them sat down at the small table in the room to eat.

  Katie stifled a moan as she took the first bite of her steak. Thick and juicy with just the barest hint of pink, the meat was cooked to perfection. She watched the guys eat, their appetites hearty. Silence settled around the table, and soon, plates were empty.

  Of mutual accord, everyone adjourned to the bed, somehow ending up in a people pile with Daniel holding the remote, which figured. He always liked to be in charge. They found an old western on the television.

  Katie appreciated their watching the movie. Her nerves rattled, even though she trusted both guys. Neither one would go farther than she wanted. The question was, she had no idea how far she really wanted to go.

  By the time the movie was over, Katie noticed Daniel’s fingers sweeping back and forth across the top of her thigh. The gentle touch spiraled warmth through her. She rested with her head on Daniel’s shoulder, James warm on her other side. His fingers cupped her other thigh, a steady presence that only enhanced her pleasure. Katie relished the gentle contact.

  The credits rolled and Daniel turned off the television. The lamps on the night stands cast a soft glow over the room. Being cuddled between the two men felt good, really good, and when she found herself turning toward Daniel, it only seemed natural to kiss him.

  Daniel bent to touch his lips to hers, the kiss as whisper-soft as his fingers on her leg.

  Katie opened her mouth on a sigh. The first touch of Daniel’s tongue against hers had her reaching up to cup the side of his face. Her other arm wound around his back, holding him to her. They shifted on the bed, rolling towards each other. Daniel shifted his hand to her hip, pulling them flush.

  Legs tangled. Daniel moaned as the kiss deepened, going from sweet to hungry in an instant. Katie met him, her ardor rising. Heat blossomed through her body. Distantly, she registered James shifting, his body pressed along the length of hers. His arm came around her, fingers just above her waist and tugged at her shirt.

  Yes, this was what she wanted. How she could think about denying them—denying herself— she didn’t know. And right now, she thought she was foolish to do so. James found her bare skin, his fingers starting a back and forth sweep just below her navel and her stomach tightened.

  She shifted her legs. Her jeans rubbed against her sex, finding the swelling bud of her clitoris. Curling her fingers into Daniel’s shirt, Katie struggled to get closer. She found the buttons, unhooking first one, then the other, until she flattened her palm on his bare chest.

  James flipped open her jeans button. He lowered her zipper and stroked her through her panties.

  Wait a minute. Katie pulled away from the kiss, panting for breath. The mens’ hands stilled, as did hers.

  “Katie?” Daniel asked, concern in his voice.

  She blinked, not quite believing she was on the bed with these two hunky men. Don’t think, just do it. Somehow she couldn’t make herself lean forward, closing the space between her and Daniel. She licked her lips. Her heart pounded, though not from the kiss, or even James’ fingers, oh so close to her clit and labia. She glanced down at where he touched her and drew a breath.

  “Hey, you okay?” James slid his hands away, resting them on her hip instead.

  “Yeah,” she rasped, starting to roll over on her back and bumping into James. His fingers inched toward her sex and she stopped. She licked her lips, closing her eyes to give herself a moment. She thought she could do this. She hoped she could…but not tonight. Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight.

  Throw caution to the wind. Get on that horse and ride! When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking down at Daniel’s crotch. His erection strained the denim of his jeans, the zippe
r a too-close torment. She curled her fingers into a fist. Licking her lips, she glanced from one man to the other.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” Daniel said. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

  “That’s the problem,” Katie sighed. “I want to. I’m just not sure that I’m ready.” She shook her head and inched toward the foot of the bed. Being too close to them scrambled her mind. The proper part of her, the one that said that she shouldn’t be doing this, battled with her aching pussy and tight nipples.

  “Do you want to watch us?” James offered.

  “James!” Daniel scolded.

  Katie lifted her hand to stop him.

  “Daniel, it’s okay. I’d like to watch you two,” she blurted, already heating up at the thought of the two guys getting naked together. Yeah. The pressure on her to perform or to even try to figure out what to do with them both dissipated. She tugged at her shirt, freeing it from her jeans before scooting off the end of the bed.

  “I think I’ll watch from over here.” She hopped over to the second bed. She settled in, getting comfy, sprawling across the Queen-sized bed. Yeah, watching the guys sounded good. Real good. Without the pressure and attention focused on her. She could study them, figure out what the guys wanted, and then take the next step.

  “You sure?” Daniel asked.

  His concern was sweet…and stifling. He’d brought her here, damn it. He’d suggest she have sex with him and his gay lover. That he would even think she would turn away from them was unfathomable.

  “Of course I’m sure.”

  Daniel stared, his gaze hungry. James was right behind him, watching her.

  “Well what are you guys staring at me for? Get naked,” she urged. She debated about stripping down to her panties and bra in a show of solidarity. No, not yet. Her heart hammered as the guys turned toward each other with long, slow grins. Just for tonight, just until she figured out what she’d gotten herself into, she’d remain clothed.

  “We should do as the lady says.” James straightened and began to unbutton his shirt.

  Katie watched. Inch by inch, the guys revealed their hard, muscled chests. She stared at one, then the other. Daniel with his light whorls of golden hair, the hard muscles of his pecs and abs. Katie reached for the comforter. She curled her fingers into it, the heat intensifying in her body.

  And James, her dark and dangerous potential lover. When he removed his shirt, Katie almost creamed her panties. Rippling abs and a delightful arrow of dark hair lead into the waistband of his jeans, behind a really, really big belt buckle. Her mouth went dry. Her nipples pebbled, hard as diamonds behind the lace of her favorite bra.

  Dropping his shirt to the floor, James rolled toward Daniel. He helped his lover push the shirt aside and then leaned in for a close kiss.

  Katie’s breath halted in her chest. If she thought kissing Daniel was hot, watching James kiss Daniel scorched her. She knew exactly what those firm, sensual lips felt like sliding across her own. The slide of Daniel’s tongue across James’ lower lip set up answering flutters inside her. James splayed his hand on Daniel’s hips, the other going down to his jeans.

  Her fingertips slid to the pulse pounding at the base of her throat. Lower still, until she rested her hand on the top slope of her left breast. Beneath it, her heart pounded. Her heart hitched, and her jaw dropped as James unfastened the button and zipper on Daniel’s jeans.

  Yes, more. She didn’t dare speak, didn’t want to do anything to stop the show unfolding in front of her. Oklahoma had some hot summer days, she bet these two guys made those look like chilly autumn nights. Heck, maybe made them look like an ice storm in the middle of January, because James ended the kiss and then nibbled his way down the center of Daniel’s chest.

  A moan bubbled free of her lips.

  James turned his head. He winked at her and then gave Daniel’s chest a long, slow lick.

  Katie shuddered. Her muscles tightened. She’d never pleasured herself in front of anyone else, not even her past boyfriends. Thinking the guys wouldn’t notice, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid down the zipper. She slipped her hands into the opening, feeling quite wanton. All her intentions to remain dressed flew out the window as the guys loved each other. And, as her fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties, nothing had ever felt so right. Her heat teased the tips of her fingers. A few inches more and she could slide her fingers over her neatly trimmed mound.

  Her clothing only made her feel more exposed, not less. Katie teased herself, dipping her fingers lower and then raising them again. On the opposite bed, Daniel and James ignored her. James slid Daniel’s jeans and briefs down his legs. The slow reveal heightened Katie’s arousal. Knowing what Daniel looked like and seeing him as a man brought home exactly what he would be doing with James. Daniel’s cock rose from a nest of dark golden curls, thick and long and mouthwateringly tempting.

  Her pussy tightened, remembering how good he had felt sliding into her. Katie’s breath caught. Licking her lips, she watched James take the ruddy head of Daniel’s cock into his mouth. She remembered what that was like, the salty flavor of his essence, the tiny groans and the subtle movements his cock made in her mouth.

  She ached for him. One hand on her breasts, the other sliding back between her legs, she found her swollen clit and circled it with her fingers. The two men on the other bed held her transfixed. Their denim clad legs and the heavy weight of the belt buckle against Daniel’s side only enticed her more.

  “Why don’t you take your pants off? Really give Katie a show.” Daniel suggested. “Would you like that?” He turned to her, a hunger she’d never seen from him blazing in his eyes. Unlike their teenage fumbling, which were more about the final climax, than the buildup, this was something different.

  “Yes,” she whispered. She stared right back at Daniel, not caring that he saw her with her fingers in her jeans.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Katie. Why don’t you get naked too? You might be more comfortable.” Daniel nodded toward her.

  “I—,” she stammered, sliding her fingers from her jeans with a guilty flush. She started to refasten them.

  Then she stopped. Hell, she’d already gotten herself in too deep by starting to masturbate. Taking a deep breath, she slid from the bed and pulled off her shirt and jeans. Sliding the straps of her bra from her shoulders, she found the guys watching her, though she never intended to put on a show. “Can I?” She asked, moving toward James.

  “Be my guest.” James stood, making her come to him.

  Katie crossed the space between the beds, knowing she was doing more than stepping over a few feet of carpet. Her action would change things. Her relationship with Daniel. The way she looked at her former boyfriend and his lover. Hell, probably the way she looked at the world.

  Just touching James’ belt buckle, her fingers lightly feathering across his abdomen. She stroked the line of dark hair leading down from his navel, up and down.

  James sucked in a harsh breath.

  That sound of pleasure emboldened her. She tugged at his waistband, turning so Daniel had a good view. She noticed he’d already stripped off his jeans and pulled back the comforter to lay naked on the sheets. She stared for a moment or two, noting the mature planes of his body, his muscled abs and legs, honed from pure hard work.

  James cleared his throat. “You’re killing me.”

  She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his heart. “I think you’ll live.” Katie freed his buckle from his belt. She quickly unbuttoned his jeans, making sure she was careful as she slid the zipper lower.

  His cock rose through the opening.

  She stared at it, a bit thicker than Daniel’s, a drop of fluid already emerging from the tip. Hesitantly, feeling as if she touched the statue of a god, she caressed his length. Her pussy clenched at the thought of having him inside her.

  Pulling her mind away, remembering that this was supposed to be James and Daniel’s show, she slid James’ je
ans down his legs.

  “I’ll take it from here. You kneel down in front of me, and I won’t be able to resist sliding my cock between your pretty lips.” James cupped her chin and titled her face up. “My eyes are up here.” He kissed her, hard and quick, before pulling away to remove his jeans.

  Katie tugged at the comforter, sliding onto the bed across from the men with a hint of loss. But there was no room for her on the other bed, not yet, because as soon as James was naked, he crawled across the bed to straddle Daniel’s chest.

  “Suck me,” he demanded.

  Katie whimpered as Daniel did exactly as he was ordered and she desired. He took his lover’s cock into his mouth and she leaned back on the pillows, her fingers diving once more between her legs. Her slick folds enticed her to dip one finger, then two inside her, teasing herself with the hint of penetration. Her plump nub called to her, and she circled it, her breath growing as ragged as Daniel’s.

  Like watching television, only better. If she wanted, she could reach out and touch them. Not yet, no, she savored the sight of the two men, of James’ buttocks flexing as he thrust his cock into Daniel’s mouth. Daniel hollowed his cheeks, sucking deep. He tongued James, finding the spots that made the other man stiffen and groan. Daniel reached between James’ legs to fondle his balls.

  She’d watched, she’d imagined, but she never thought that two men making love would be like this.

  James curled his fingers into Daniel’s shoulders, pushing him away. “Need to fuck you.”

  “Yeah.”

  Katie whimpered, the sound so soft she thought the guys didn’t hear it.

  Except Daniel stopped halfway through the process of rolling over. His gaze caressed her from head to foot, lingering on her fingers against her sex. He licked his lips. “If I remember right, you liked it when I kissed your pussy. Why don’t you come over here, and I can take care of you while James fucks me?”