Page 68 of Ride a Cowboy

She flipped to her back when the heat of the kisses and the closeness of their two huge, muscular bodies became too much.

“God. Please.” She reached down, intent on stripping both men out of their pants at the same time.

Both men.

Both.

Two.

The thought made her pause. Her hands were resting on two very hard, very ready cocks. She struggled to suck in a deep breath.

What the fuck was she doing?

“Um…”

Her arousal flickered out as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her.

Joel must have sensed her hesitation and panic because he grasped her wrist, pulling it away from his dick.

“What are we doing?” he asked, his words mimicking her thoughts.

She shook her head slowly, common sense rearing its ugly head. “I don’t know.”

Oakley apparently hadn’t caught up. “We’re having sex. The hottest fucking sex ever.”

She looked at him and bit her lower lip.

Oakley’s expression fell as realization dawned hard. “Shit.” He closed his eyes and sighed. “Sadie?—”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I…this…it isn’t…” She started to say right, but that was wrong. The problem was, this felt entirely too right. But sobriety was starting to clear a path and the voice of Sober Sadie was yelling for her to stop. “We wouldn’t be here, doing this, if we weren’t drunk. I know I said wedding hookups were all about sex and regrets, but I don’t want to feel that way about you guys.”

“You’re right,” Joel admitted. “We shouldn’t be here.”

Oakley didn’t agree. “You’re joking, right? I don’t give a fuck how much we drank. There’s no way you two can lay here and tell me this isn’t fucking awesome.”

Oakley was the only man in town capable of out-cursing her. Which was saying something, considering her gutter mouth.

“Oak,” Joel started. Sadie recognized the tone as much as Oakley. Joel was about to issue one of his you have to be responsible speeches. She and Oakley had both been on the receiving end of them before, given their rather reckless approaches to life.

Oakley sat up, rising from the bed. “Save it. Tonight’s not happening. I get it. I gotta take care of something.” Sadie would have laughed when he pointed to his erection if she hadn’t felt so guilty. “Where’s your bathroom, Sadie?”

She pointed to a door on the left and Oakley stormed out. She released a long sigh. “Guess I screwed that up.”

Joel gripped her shoulder, turning her toward him. “I share a room in the bunkhouse with that horny bastard. He’s no stranger to his hand. Besides, we all got carried away. It’s alright.”

She studied his face, the dominant man had faded away and the friendly Joel she’d always known returned. “I have to admit your bedroom persona wasn’t what I expected.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sade.” The word was laced with warning, so, of course, she ignored it.

“I mean in real life, you’re just so…”

“I’m not going to like the word you fill in that blank with, am I?”

She grinned. “Passive.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Seriously?”

Sadie laughed, glad that they could return to their usual teasing so quickly after such an intense almost-fuck-up. “I could always go with stoic, stodgy, serious, predictable or boring.”

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