Two Cowboys for Cady (2 page)

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time we
shared a woman,” admitted Brody.

“But those were casual flings,” said Jace.
“You don’t do that to someone special.”

“You do if she wants it as much as you do,”
said Brody, prompting the men to share another long glance.

Cady clutched her empty mug, but didn’t say
anything. It was suddenly impossible to speak as it sank in that
Jace and Brody were actually serious. They both wanted her, and
they were debating about whether to accept her invitation for a
threesome. What the hell were they thinking? More importantly, what
was she thinking? If she had half a brain in her tipsy head, she’d
get up and leave, pretending like this had never happened. So why
was she glued to her seat?

Jace’s shoulders slumped slightly. “All
right. Lady’s choice it is.” He focused piercing blue eyes on her
while reaching for a gray Stetson to cover his short black hair.
“Come on, Cady. You’re going home with us tonight.”

Chapter Two

Cady sat between them in their truck, too
nervous and shocked to actually say anything to break the silence
as Jace crested the hill of the long driveway that would take the
three of them to Jace and Brody’s ranch house. Even as the truck
stopped, and she slid out the passenger side after Jace, she
couldn’t truly believe she was here, about to sleep with both of
these men at the same time.

Still silent, Cady followed the two men up to
their door, waiting as Brody unlocked the door of the modest ranch
house. She’d been inside a few times with Ella, but never past the
kitchen or living room. Imagining their bedrooms had her stomach
fluttering.

“Do you want anything to drink?” asked
Jace.

She shook her head, finding it impossible to
speak.

Brody took her jacket and purse without
asking, hanging them on the coat rack just inside the living room.
To her surprise, Jace took her hand to lead her inside the room,
instead of heading down the hallway to the bedrooms. “I thought—”
She broke off as he sat on the overstuffed black couch before
pulling her down beside him.

“What?” asked Brody. “You thought we’d just
jump on you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done
this before.”

“We’re no experts either,” said Jace. “Why
don’t we all just relax and let whatever happens happen?”

With a nod, she leaned back against the
couch, letting herself sink into the softness. She couldn’t help
jumping just a bit when Brody sat down on her other side, both men
pressing close to her. It was hard to draw a breath with them so
close, but she couldn’t decide if it was from a bit of
claustrophobia or just excitement.

Almost as one, the men kicked off their
cowboy boots to prop their feet on the solid wood coffee table,
made from the trunk of a large tree. Following suit, she slipped
off her sneakers and put her feet up, finding her ankles just
barely rested on the edge, since her legs were a lot shorter than
either of theirs.

Jace turned on the television, bypassing the
news in favor of a music channel playing mellow jazz. Cady closed
her eyes, concentrating on breathing to calm her overwrought
nerves. Jace slid his arm around her to drape across her lower
back, and Brody’s arm went across her shoulders. Eyes still closed,
she put a tentative hand on each of their thighs.

Hands stroked her arms, but she kept her eyes
closed, having no need to identify which hand belonged to whom.
Jace was on her left, and Brody on her right. Instead, she
concentrated on remaining relaxed and fully embracing what they
were doing to her. There would never be another opportunity like
this, and she wanted to immerse herself completely in the two
men.

Someone stroked her belly, and she struggled
not to stiffen or push away the hand. Jace and Brody didn’t seem to
mind her extra pounds, and her own insecurity could screw up
everything if she let it. With a sigh, she surrendered to the
fingers unbuttoning her shirt, leaning back a bit more as warm
digits glided over the soft skin revealed by the parting cotton. It
was impossible not to tense up when those same fingers moved higher
to unfasten the buttons covering her sensible bra, though the
reaction was from anticipation, not anxiety.

Working as one, the men stripped the shirt
from her, leaving it bunched behind Cady. A hand she tentatively
identified as belonging to Jace moved up her back to undo the hooks
of her bra, and the lace drooped a second later. She didn’t resist
the hands easing the straps off her shoulders, leaving her
topless.

Lips brushed against her neck, and she bent
her head to allow freer access, sighing as Brody nibbled at the
bend of her neck. Jace captured the sigh with his lips as he took
possession of her mouth, inducing a deep kiss that left her head
spinning more than the two beers she’d consume earlier. She parted
her lips to accept his tongue, finding he tasted of beer and
peppermint. It was a strange combination, but not unpleasant, as
she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Brody continued nibbling her flesh as he
moved lower, sweeping down her neck to her chest. Cady trembled as
his lips neared her breast, while Jace deepened the kiss, exploring
all the niches of her mouth as his friend’s mouth skimmed the curve
of her breast, homing in on the nipple. She whimpered at the first
light touch of moisture against her rigid peak. Her nails dug into
their thighs in an effort to keep from uttering a lusty groan when
he enveloped the taut bud, slowly twirling his tongue around in a
circular fashion designed to drive her mad.

She whimpered when Jace broke the kiss,
arching forward to recapture his elusive mouth and lodging her
breast more firmly in Brody’s mouth. Cady opened her eyes, blinking
for a second at the dim lighting from the two lamps that seemed
brighter than it should after having been in her self-imposed
darkness for the past few minutes. Holding her breath, she watched
Jace lower his head as he slid off the couch to kneel on his knees.
It sent a thrill through her when he took her other breast in his
mouth, and the sight of both men worshiping her made her
tremble.

Cady arched her back to offer more of her
small breasts to their eager mouths, squeezing her thighs together
to keep from squirming. Heat burnt between her legs, and she ached
for relief. How had they made her so hot so quickly?

“Damn, girl,” said Jace, as though he’d read
her mind. “You’re burning for us.” He emphasized the words by
returning to her nipple to flick it with the tip of his tongue.

Deprived of their thighs, she settled for
clutching handfuls of the couch cushion to keep herself on the
furniture as they kissed her breasts. She could have remained at
their passionate mercy for the rest of the night, but knew they
would have to stop eventually. Cady stifled a sigh when the men
lifted their heads, moving as one with unspoken communication.

Brody took her mouth in a rougher kiss than
Jace had, one that branded her as his and left her gasping for air
each time he allowed her a small intake of oxygen. When he finally
lifted his head, she gazed into his green eyes, finding his desire
blatantly obvious. A glance at Jace revealed he had been observing,
and his chest rose and fell rapidly, as though the sight of her
kissing his friend had increased his arousal. Then she realized he
was now shirtless and couldn’t tear her gaze from his bronzed
chest, lightly dusted with black hair that called to her
fingers.

Giving in to the impulse, she lifted her hand
and placed her palm against his warm skin, scraping her fingers
through the hair and eliciting a groan from the man. Brody moved
beside her, and a second later, she felt his bare chest pressing
against her side. Cady turned her head to examine his flesh,
finding his muscled torso as pleasing as Jace’s, though the blond
hair was a marked contrast to his friend’s. The blond strands were
also coarser, but his skin was as firm and smooth.

“Are you comfortable here, Cady-did?” Brody
groaned when she raked her fingernail gently over his nipple. “Or
would you rather go to the bedroom?”

“We can lay you out on the bed and have
access to all of you,” said Jace.

Cady shuddered, torn between the desire to
feel their hands everywhere and the reluctance to reveal her plump
curves to these two rock-hard men. She murmured something, letting
them make the decision. Tonight, she wanted to let them seize
control and please her. She had to shut off her brain for that to
happen, though she knew that would be difficult to do. Having spent
most of her life analyzing everything that was wrong with her body
made it hard to just shut off that little voice and not worry about
what they were going to think of her thick frame.

Without a peep of protest, she rose to her
feet, taking the hand Brody extended, and followed him from the
room, with Jace right behind her. Her lovers took her down the
hallway, to the third door on the left. When she stepped inside, it
was immediately obvious they were in a guestroom. The homey quilt
and Americana décor didn’t seem compatible with either man’s
tastes, and there wasn’t a personal touch anywhere. It was a relief
to have this shared space that neither man had a stake on, as
though it put them all on equal footing. The last thing she wanted
to do was show a preference for one man over the other, even
inadvertently. She truly couldn’t have chosen between them if she’d
had to.

She experienced a moment of panic-induced
claustrophobia when both men pressed close to her, Jace at her back
and Brody at her front. Her brain urged her to escape before things
went too far, though she knew things had already gone way past too
far. There was no escape, and as she calmed down, she acknowledged
she didn’t want to get away. The thought of being the plaything of
these two virile cowboys made her heart race, this time with
anticipation, not anxiety.

Jace began kissing the back of her neck, and
Brody bent his head to capture her mouth in a long, drugging kiss.
His tongue swept inside, branding her as his, and she lifted a hand
to tangle in his hair, anchoring him closer. Conscious of not
wanting to slight Jace, she reached awkwardly behind her to caress
his hip.

Cady trembled when Brody worked at the zipper
of her jeans so Jace could start pulling them down. She moaned,
suppressing the urge to hide her chunky thighs, as Brody knelt in
front of her. He craned his head to suck one of her nipples while
Jace pushed her pants to the floor before pressing his back to her
again. One of his calloused hands cupped the breast his friend
wasn’t kissing, and she threw back her head, arching her back to
offer more for their tasting and touching.

Brody seemed to be taking his sweet time as
he inched lower, running the tip of his tongue over her nipple and
down the underside of her breast before moving on to her stomach.
She forced herself to stand still as he breathed a hot trail down
her soft flesh, reminding herself he didn’t seem to mind her tummy,
so why should she?

Their actions proved a welcome distraction
from her thoughts, and she gasped as Brody paused at her stomach to
suck right above the belly button with such force she was sure to
have a hickey in the morning. Another gasp escaped when Jace knelt
behind her and began licking and nibbling on her lower back. As
though they had timed their performance, Jace started sucking in
time with Brody, turning her into a wriggling pile of need between
them. She didn’t know where to turn or how to find relief. “Oh,
please…”

“I hope we do please you,” said Brody,
propping his chin on her stomach as he looked up at her.

Cady managed a shaky nod and grasped handfuls
of each of their hair, though it required an awkward movement. “So
much already.” She didn’t know if she meant they had already
pleased her so much, or if what they had done was overwhelming her.
It was a bit like being lost, even down to the hint of fear still
lingering. Not that she was afraid of her lovers. Just frightened
of how tonight might change things between the three of them, and
even with her best friend. Could she keep this night a secret from
Ella? Yet, how could she tell her she had slept with her brother
and his best friend?

“I’ll tell you what there’s too much of,”
said Jace. “Clothes.” He knelt down again. “Step out of these
pants, Cady.”

Cady did as he’d instructed, left standing
before them in just her red lacy thong. Thank goodness she hadn’t
opted for the granny panties this morning.

Brody whistled through his teeth. “Hot damn,
Cady-did. Those panties are sin personified.”

She blushed like a schoolgirl. Clearing her
throat, she managed to say, “Um, thanks.” He didn’t need to know
she’d bought them in the plus-size section of a ridiculously
expensive retailer during her last trip into Butte. If she did tell
Ella about tonight, she’d have to remember to thank her friend for
pushing her into getting a few pairs of sexy underwear.

Jace’s hands were suddenly at the waistband,
and she trembled. Brody held up a hand. “Hold on there, buddy. I
want to spend some time with Cady’s panties.”

Jace chuckled, and she felt his hands move
away.

Brody had leaned back on his knees to allow
her to shed the jeans, but he now leaned forward again, this time
seeking out the heat between her legs. She yelped in surprise when
he buried his face against her pussy, inhaling deeply. “Oh, god,”
she whispered when he stroked a finger down her slit, pressing the
silk-lined lace against her opening and chafing gently. Arching her
hips, she barely managed to keep standing.

Apparently Jace noticed, because he put his
arm around her waist to steer her around Brody and lead her to the
bed. “Just lie down there and get comfortable, honey.”

Submission was dangerously intoxicating, and
she wondered if she would have the ability to deny any request they
might make of her. Since she couldn’t think of one thing she didn’t
want them to do to her, it seemed outside the realm of
possibility.