Page 118 of Rough Ride

Johnny glanced at his watch. “Good timing. We need to hit the road in the next hour if we’re going to avoid rush hour traffic in Houston.”

I winced. “Is now a bad time to mention I still need to pack?”

Johnny narrowed his eyes at me. “You said you would be ready.”

“I had laundry to do!”

“You can ride with me,” Eli said, giving my ass a possessive little squeeze. “So, how big of a settlement are we talkin’, Sawyer?”

“It’s not polite to talk about money,” Sawyer replied as we walked away from the office. A small smile touched his lips, and he added, “But it’s a lot.”

“How much is a lot?” Eli said. “Give me a number.”

“No.”

Eli groaned. “This is just like the size of your junk. You won’t tell usanything.”

“When it’sthisbig,” Sawyer said slowly, “just telling you the number feels like bragging.”

Eli looked over at him. “Are we talking about the settlement amount, or thelengthof yourlasso?”

“Yes,” Sawyer replied, which made all of us laugh.

*

I thought about my relationship with these three men while driving down to Houston with Eli. Jessica had been fine with me taking a few weeks off work to figure things out, especially now that the Fort Worth Rodeo was over and Billy Bob’s wouldn’t be as busy. “You deserve to take some time off!” she’d told me last night when my shift ended. “Come back whenever you’re ready.”

But the more I thought about it, the more it felt like that was the last time I would see her. At least, as one of her employees.

Driving south with the guys felt like a new beginning.

The next three weeks at the Houston Rodeo flew by. I took turns with my cowboys, sleeping at Johnny’s trailer one night, Eli’s the next, and then joining Sawyer in his hotel room after that. I fell into a nice routine with them without needing to set a firm schedule of any kind.

And they didn’t seem to mind sharing me. If anything, it helped them relax and focus on the rodeo on the nights theyweren’twith me.

I was with them individually most of the time, with two exceptions. Johnny won the Saddle Bronc Riding event, and Eli came in second place. The three of us celebrated that night with another threesome that was every bit as hot as the first time, the two of them taking turns and passing me back and forth in bed like it was practiced choreography.

The second time was at the end of the rodeo. Sawyer had won the Bull Riding event, and Johnny came in third place. The four of us got drunk at a local bar, then stumbled back to the rodeo camp together.

“Want to join us?” Eli asked Sawyer. “The bed in my trailer isn’t exactlyhuge, but I think we can all squeeze in there.”

“This is another ploy to see how big my cock is,” Sawyer replied.

Eli held up both palms. “I swear to the sweet lord baby Jesus that I am motivated solely by the desire to give Sophie as much sexual pleasure as humanly possible.”

“I would enjoy all three of you more than just two,” I said, arching an eyebrow at Sawyer. “That’s just basic math.”

Sawyer smiled, pulled me into his embrace, and kissed me roughly. “Tempting. But I’m gonna have to take a rain check.”

I pouted, but didn’t want to push him. I was thoroughly enjoying my three cowboy lovers, even if Sawyer never joined the rest of us in group fun.

“But speaking of sharing things,” Sawyer said. “We’ve all got a lot more prize money to add to our collective pool.”

“Oh, so now you want to share,” Eli muttered.

“I haven’t done the math,” Johnny said, “but between our prize money and your settlement, we could start looking at land.”

“I know a real estate agent back in Colorado,” Eli suggested.

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