She giggled again and began to undress.

“You need a hand, cutie?” Slater asked.

“Yes, Uncle Slater,” she said in a cutesy voice, knowing good and well the effect it would have on the man.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m right here.”

“You don’t get to have all the fun,” Jackson said, coming up on her from the other side. “Save some for me.”

A quick glance in his direction told Mina that he’d shirked out of his underwear.

Mmm. This kept getting better and better.

Excitement gripped Mina as Slater grinned at her and said, “What do you say? You want some help washing that mud off, darlin’?”

“Mmmhmm,” she said with a nod, looking at him from the tops of her eyes. “I need to get those hard-to-reach places.”

Apparently, that was all the cowboys needed to hear, because their hands came onto her body—Slater gripping her waist from the front while Jackson took hold from behind—as they moved closer to her.

The sun was out again and had already burned away the clouds. The mountain thunderstorm was a distant memory, and the air was hot and still.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Jackson whispered behind her, his lips so close that his breath was warm on Mina’s ear. “Your Uncles are here to get you good and clean.”

“My Uncles?” she whispered back. She shook her head and said, “No. My Daddies.”

This must have driven the men wild, because they both smashed into her, their hard bodies sandwiching her between them and pinning her in place. She felt the jab of their stiff cocks and cooed in delight, her eyes rolling up as a sensual quiver wracked her body.

“You know, brother, I’m willing to make a bet that this cutie has mud right between her legs,” Slater said.

“I’m willing to take a look,” Jackson said.

Behind her, Mina could feel the movement and realize that Jackson was on his knees, giving her an examination. She happily cooperated, spreading her feet a little further apart.

“I best get to washing,” he said.

“You starting with your tongue or the sponge?” Slater wondered aloud.

“Ha! You know exactly what I have in mind. But I reckon I’ll get going with the sponge. If I get mud on my tongue she’s liable to not kiss me. And we can’t have that.”

“No, we can’t,” Slater agreed. “In fact, I think I’ll take one of those kisses right now.”

Mina’s heart sped up as he pressed his lips to hers. It was a long, hungry kiss that left her completely breathless once he finally pulled away. She’d barely recovered when she had to reach out and put her hands on his strong chest to steady herself as a new wave of sensations spread over her.

Behind her, Jackson was massaging her bottom, as if to prepare her for what was to come.

“This water might be cold, honey,” he said. “But Daddy has to get you good and clean.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, still unable to fully believe that she was calling him that.

She couldn’t even believe this was happening. Nothing like this—being smushed between two gorgeous men and getting to call them Daddy—had ever happened to her before.

Something told her this wasn’t a fluke. Her soul just knew; this was her life from now on.

“Brace her,” Jackson commanded. “There might be some shivering.”

Mina tensed but upon the wet sponge sliding over the swath between her legs, she realized the water wasn’t cold, even though it was coming directly out of the hose Jackson had turned on.

The day was hot, which wasn’t uncommon for May in these parts, and even the brief thunderstorm hadn’t cooled things down. If anything, it was just muggy now.