Page 33 of Hooking Up

“There’s more?” She lifted her chin in defiance.

“A few. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

“I’m not wearing any.”

As if they’d forgotten, both cowboys looked down at her pussy, barely concealed by the tails of Carter’s shirt. Two cocks stirred in their laps, and she prided herself on throwing the dogs off her scent.

Or onto it, rather.

Quint shook himself. “We need to know why you’ve been avoiding us.”

“Easy. I was done with you.” She picked at a thread on the cuff of the shirt.

Carter snorted. “That’s why you let us into your trailer and wrapped yourself around us. Let us have you in ten different ways.”

“Umm, I figured you only live once. We have fun in bed. Why not pass the time?” Her bravado was failing as they stared right through her charade.

“Pass the time,” Carter echoed. “Sure, sweetheart.”

“It’s true.”

“You don’t have a bit of attachment to either of us?”

“Well, you do look hot as hell when you’re together.”

They exchanged a look that threatened to set her aflame all over again.

With a bit of pressure on her knee, Carter pulled her closer. Quint let go of her hands and held onto her hip. They spread her legs before she knew their intentions.

Several fingers met at the wet seam of her pussy. Quint pushed a thick finger inside while Carter drew a circular pattern over her rapidly swelling clit. Breathless, she tried to gather her wits. Moving away wasn’t an option, so she might as well give in and tell them what they wanted to hear.

“Fine, I…” pant, pant, “want you both.”

“You mean you want this?” Quint splayed his fingers and teased her anus with one while thrusting deeper into her pussy.

She swayed forward, and they caught her. Carter supporting her while stroking her into a four-alarm blaze again.

“Wider, darlin’.” Quint nudged her thighs apart, and she obeyed. Following commands went against every cell of her being but when it came to Carter and Quint, she was a softie.They made her think of a bigger trailer and a bigger bed. Of exploring cities across the country together while doing what they loved.

And loving each other.

“You’d never let that ass Jeb Anderson do this, would you?” Carter’s question was a pail of cold water to her libido. She snapped her legs shut and folded her arms around her middle.

“Who would ever let that man lay a finger on them? He’s had every Buckle Bunny from Sacramento to the Jersey shore. Probably has more STDs than wins.”

Quint’s mouth quirked up, but he wasn’t fooling anyone—he was relieved to hear her say that. “So that’s a no?”

“Ahellno.”

“We knew he was lying.” Carter stood, grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. They followed her down and blew her mind all over again. When she surfaced from the ecstasy, would she even remember why she was trying to stay away from them?

Something to do with men not believing she was good enough. Or not being good enough for her. Hell, she couldn’t remember anymore, not with so many tongues and hands on her.

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“Think she’ll come around a third time?” Carter watched Quint make a toss that missed its mark. They were both out of sync tonight, which was bad for their winning streak. Yet they could afford to go for a bit without prize money. After the last two cities, they had enough for gas, food and motels. What else did they need?

Bella. We need Bella.

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