As Lila took the seat Shane had vacated, Paige watched Tucker follow the same path his husband had taken through the crowd. “Who would do such a thing?”

The other woman shook her head. “Not sure, but I have my suspicions.”

Paige eyed her. “Bridget?”

“Or her teenage brat’s boyfriend. Shane had a man-to-dickhead chat with him yesterday.”

Her gut clenched. “Shit. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to them about that.”

“They would have been pissed if you’d kept it from them.” Lila reached over and patted her forearm. “Listen, Paige. The one thing I’ll say about Tuck and Shane is that they’re extremely protective over who or what is theirs. Yes, they care about you as a woman, but even if you weren’t in a relationship with them, you’re also their employee, and the results would have been the same. They take care of their own.”

A sigh had her relaxing a bit. “I know that.” It was obvious to anyone who knew Shane and Tucker well that they were good men.

“Hey, darlin’, how about a dance?”

A tall, half-drunk cowboy, with a beer gut and the stench of chewing tobacco and sweat permeating from him, grasped Paige’s arm and attempted to haul her to her feet, without waiting for a response. She slapped her hand on the table, trying to gain balance, before yanking her arm from the creep. “Uh, no, thanks.”

“Back off, cowboy,” Lila warned as she stood.

The jackass ignored Tuck’s sister as he leered at Paige. “C’mon, darlin’. I saw you spreading the love with those two guys earlier. Wh-What’s one more?” His eyes were bloodshot, and his speech was thick. He was drunker than Paige had initially suspected. She didn’t recognize him and didn’t think Lila did either, so he was probably one of the many cowboys who’d rolled in with the rodeo.

“Let’s dance, honey.” He reached out to take her arm again, but was suddenly jerked backward.

Lane Myers had him by the back of his shirt, pulling him away from Paige. The police officer towered over him by almost six inches and was in a lot better shape. Instead of his button-down, white, uniform shirt and the shiny gold shield he wore most of the time he was on duty, tonight, Lane was wearing a white polo shirt with the department logo on it. His duty belt, with his gun, handcuffs, keys, and a bunch of other things, sat on his hips over his navy-blue cargo pants. “What’d I tell you earlier about asking permission before laying your hands on a woman? You really want to spend the night in jail before you leave town tomorrow?”

“Naaaw, Occifer,” the man slurred as he swayed on his feet, the alcohol dragging him down. If Lane wasn’t still holding him by the shirt, he might’ve fallen on his ass. “What I really want is a—a sssoft bed and f-fine woman. Nuttin’ wrong with that, isss there?”

Lane shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Not at all, Darren, but you’re supposed to chat with them first, then romance them a bit before you ask for permission to touch them. You’re going about it all wrong, man. Now apologize to the ladies.”

The drunk finally had the sense to appear sheepish. He took his hat off. “S-Sorry, ma’am . . . ma’ams. But the blonde over there . . .” He gestured with his forefinger over the opposite shoulder and almost poked Lane in the eye. “. . . said you wanted to dance and get down and dirty with—with every guy here. Guess that’s not true, huh?”

“No, it’s not.” Although Paige couldn’t tell who Darren was pointing to, she had a pretty good idea it’d been Bridget who’d sent the man over. The woman was really getting on her nerves. Paige wondered if the bitch did have something to do with Shane’s truck being damaged.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he repeated as he settled his hat back on his head. “Won’t happen again. Occifer, can you point me in the direction of my—my truck?”

Lane snorted. “Nope, but I can give you a lift to your motel.”

The man pivoted and almost lost his balance but managed to stay upright with a little assistance from Lane. Darren slapped the lawman’s shoulder. “Sounds good, but I gotta take a piss first.”

“I’ll find you a tree along the way. Let’s go.”

Crossing her arms, Lila shook her head as the two men sauntered away—well, one sauntered, the other staggered. “One guess who the blonde was.”

“Don’t need to guess. I’ve had it up to here with her.” Paige brought her flat hand above her head.

“With whom?”

She spun around to see Tuck had returned. Knowing it was best to tell him what happened before he heard it from anyone else, she laid it all out as Lila stepped away to talk to a friend of hers. As Paige spoke, Tuck’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” he asked when she was done, running his hands up and down her arms. She could see he was clenching his jaw.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He didn’t look like he believed her. “Really, Tucker, I’m fine. The guy apologized, and Lane’s taking him to a motel.”

“Good. It’ll keep me from decking him.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, obviously curbing his anger. “Shane and Seth are changing the two tires, using the spare and the one from the ranch truck a few of the hands drove over. I think we better head home. Shane’s going to bitch about this all night if we let him, so we need to get his mind off it and onto something else.”

Paige had a good idea what that “something else” was and she was all for it. They’d had a great time over the past two days, and she didn’t want the last hour to be the only thing they remembered. “Okay. But what about Bridget?”

Gently taking her upper arm, he led her toward the parking lot. “Don’t worry. She’ll get what’s coming to her.”

Shane’s jaw was tight as he followed Tuck and Paige into the house. He was beyond livid but didn’t want to take it out on them, so he’d tried to get himself under control during the entire ride back out to the ranch. Between the flat tires, keyed doors and panels on the truck, the drunk cowboy who’d dared to touch their woman, and the bitch who’d probably been behind it all, Shane needed an outlet for his anger. But he was worried he’d scare the hell out of Paige if he took Tuck the way he wanted to. She’d seen them fuck before, but never as intensely as it could get between the two of them.

Shutting the front door behind them, he hung his hat next to Tuck’s on the coat rack in the foyer. It was the same one his father had used for most of Shane’s life after his mother had found it in a little antique shop just outside of Garden City.

Without saying a word, Paige took his hand and then Tuck’s before leading them down the hall to the master bedroom. She released them, then sashayed across the room and sat on the chaise. Shane raised his eyebrows. “Whatcha doing over there, sweetheart?”

“Tonight’s my night to watch and give orders. I don’t get to see everything when I’m in the middle.”

He chuckled at her playfulness as his hands went to the buttons on his shirt. “You saw everything that night in the barn.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Tuck was leaning on the bed and in the process of pulling off his boots when he froze and looked at the two of them in confusion.

It was time to come clean. Shane took off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper just inside the walk-in closet. “The last time you and I fucked in the barn, our little woman here was up in the loft, getting an earful and probably an eyeful.”

“You bastard,” Tuck said, but there was no anger in his tone. He shook his head and went back to getting undressed.

Shane shed his boots, jeans and boxer briefs. Striding naked across the room, he stopped in front of Paige who was eyeing his erection. He held out his hand. Her brow furrowed as she took it and let him help her stand. He grasped the skirt of her dress and drew it up her body. “If you want to watch, that’s fine. But I want to watch you get yourself off as you do. Is that what you did in the barn, baby? Did you masturbate up there while we were fucking each other?”

He pulled the dress up and over her head. Her pink cheeks answered his questions before she said anything. “Um, yeah.”

“Thought so.” He removed her strapless bra and then shoved her panties down her legs until she could step out of them. “Leave your boots on. They’re sexy.”

“I thought I was the one issuing orders tonight.”

He gestured for her to take her seat again. “Nope, you’re issuing suggestions, I’ll be issuing the orders. Before you start, let me just do something first.”

In another corner of the room was a standing mirror. He picked it up and put it next to the chaise at an angle. Meanwhile, Tuck had rid himself of all his clothes and walked over to stand in front of Paige. She licked her lips as she glanced back and forth between the two men’s groins. “Promise me something, though?”

“Anything,” Tuck responded, his voice thick with desire and need as his gaze roamed her body.

Shane repeated the word. “Anything, baby.”

Her eyes met Shane’s and held them. “Don’t hold back.” When he tilted his head to the side, she added, “I know you’ve been gentler with me between you. Show me what happens when you don’t hold back with each other.”

She was more perceptive than he’d known, but it didn’t surprise him. And she was right. Even that night in the barn, while it had been a damn good fuck, it still wasn’t as potent as it could be between him and Tuck. When anger and frustration was thrown into their lovemaking, it was explosive, tonight he was both angry and frustrated—but not at either of them. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” There had been no hesitation in her answer and no uncertainty in her expression. She wanted to know everything about them, inside and out, no matter how overpowering it could be. Nothing had chased her away yet, so maybe she could deal with this as well.

His chin dipped once in acquiescence. “As long as you masturbate for us.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor. They’d taken her many different ways, with the exception of her ass, but that was going to change tonight. Shane had picked up a set of anal plugs on a trip into Garden City the week before. Paige had been nervous at first, but she’d consented to using them. After a week’s preparation, she was ready to take one of them in her ass while the other was in her snug pussy. The only other thing she hadn’t done yet was get herself off in front of them.

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly dropped her hand to her bare sex. Shane hadn’t thought he could get any harder than he already was, but holy hell, that was hot. Her hand stilled. “I suggest you get started, because I won’t until you do.”

Tuck barked out a laugh. “Yes, ma’am.” He turned to his husband. “You heard the lady.”

Shane closed the distance between them and clutched Tuck’s head before smashing his mouth down on his. Their tongues dueled. One of Tuck’s hands clasped the back of Shane’s neck, while his other hand cupped his jaw. Both men battled for dominance, something they did on occasion, neither willing to give in right away. Shane knew his husband was pissed about the incident with the truck and the drunk hitting on Paige, but that didn’t scratch the surface of how Shane felt. He reached down and gripped Tuck’s cock as tightly as he could, and the man moaned into Shane’s mouth. Tuck kissed him along his jaw, then sank his teeth into Shane’s shoulder. That spurred him on. He grabbed his husband’s long locks, loving the fact he could use them to control him. He pulled, exposing Tuck’s neck, before running his tongue over the pulsating artery and corded muscles. But he didn’t stop there.

Shoving Tuck against the wall, so he was facing Paige, Shane dropped to his knees. “Hands behind your head,” he growled. He was done playing.

After Tuck did as he was told, clearly understanding Shane needed to be in control this time more than he did, Shane deep throated his thick cock. There would be no slow seduction. No gentleness. Nothing but a deep-seated need to take what was his and do as he pleased.

Shane sucked and licked, his gaze trailing up the taut abdomen and chest above him before shifting to the left. The mirror was in the perfect position to let him see Paige. Her eyes were glued to the blowjob he was giving Tuck. Her fingers stroking her wet pussy. Damn, that’s so fucking hot. Her legs were spread wide, giving them both one hell of a show. Shane wouldn’t disappoint her and redoubled his efforts to return the favor.

Releasing the cock for a moment, Shane spit on his fingers, the returned to sucking his husband’s erection. His hand went between Tuck’s legs, and he started to prep the hole he planned to fuck. But there were other things to take care of first. He worked a finger past Tuck’s sphincter, and the man bucked his hips forward, moaning loudly as he did so. Shane loved when there was no one else around to squelch Tuck’s vocal responses to the pleasure he was receiving. With Arianna home, it wasn’t often Shane got to hear Tuck lose control.

“Fuck, Shane! Do that again. Oh, please.”

That’s what he wanted to hear, Tuck begging.

Shane took him to the back of his throat again and swallowed around the tip of his cock, as he finger-fucked Tuck’s ass. Cupping and rolling the man’s balls with his other hand, Shane sped up his assault, silently demanding his lover’s orgasm. Male and female moans filled the air. Shane claimed them both as his.

Tuck gasped. “Oh, shit! Come with me, Paige. I’m going to fill Shane’s mouth.”

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Oh, God, I’m close!”

Without letting up, Shane watched Paige in the mirror. Her fingers were rubbing her clit as fast as they could go. Her other hand was at her breast, tugging and rolling the nipple. Feeling the sac in his hand draw upward, Shane thrust his finger as far as it would go into Tuck’s ass, setting off the man’s climax.

“Oh, shit!” Tuck shouted as he shot streams of cum into his husband’s mouth. Shane swallowed every drop.

Paige’s orgasm hit her hard. “Oh, God!” Her eyes slammed shut, her body quivering.

As Tuck sagged against the wall, heaving for oxygen, Shane left him and crawled over to Paige. He grabbed the wrist of the hand still between her legs and licked every digit before moving it out of his way. He lapped at her cream-coated pussy, adding her taste to what was still on his tongue from Tuck. It wasn’t long before she climbed again, then screamed as she went over the edge.

Now that both of his lovers were taken care of, it was Shane’s turn to find his release. Getting to his feet, he shoved Tuck face down over the edge of the bed, not worried if it seemed harsh. Tuck had submitted to Shane many times before. It would be rough, carnal, but utterly consensual. With their woman, they were able to be gentle and loving, with some mild kink thrown in there for good measure, but then the two men could unleash the beasts within them when it came to screwing each other.

Dropping to his knees again, he spit on and tongued Tuck’s asshole, making sure he’d be able to get in without hurting him. His fingers dug into the man’s muscular ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

Squirming under the attack, Tuck fisted the covers. “Fuck me, Shane! Fuck my ass, now!”

He slapped his husband’s ass as he stood, leaving a pale-red handprint. Fisting his hard-on, he spread the pre-cum, that’d pearled at the tip, around the head of his shaft. Lining up with Tuck’s back hole, he eased in, fighting the urge to thrust hard. That would be coming in a moment, but first he had to get all the way in.

Both men groaned as Tuck’s body yielded to the invasion. “Oh, shit, Shane! More!”

“Getting there, babe.” He rocked his hips back and forth, gaining ground with each pass. His eyelids fluttered shut as he slid home. Finding a rhythm, he fucked his husband hard and fast. Gone were the thoughts about his truck, the drunk, Bridget, the reporters, and everything else. They’d been replaced by feelings of passion and ecstasy. His lovers were happily sated, and now he could join them in orgasmic bliss.

Moaning and cursing, Tuck clenched around Shane’s cock, making him see stars. From her perch on the chaise, Paige murmured, “That is so freaking hot. I’ve got to watch more often.”

Shane was more than willing to oblige her anytime she wanted to observe. His eyes opened in mere slits as he glanced down to where he was disappearing into his husband’s body. Yup, that was freaking hot. Grabbing Tuck’s hair again with one hand and his shoulder with the other, Shane pounded into his ass with such force that the bed inched across the floor beneath them. Wanting a different angle and to see Tuck’s face, Shane pulled out. “Flip over.”

Within seconds, he was buried balls deep again. Tuck bent his knees and brought them to his chest, giving him room. Shane reached up and tweaked the man’s nipples, causing Tuck to tighten around the dick in his ass. “Fuck!”

Even though he’d orgasmed just moments ago, Tuck grew hard. Shane wrapped his hands around the stiff flesh and pumped it in time to his own thrusts. “You’re gonna cum again, babe. I’m taking you with me.”

“Yes! Oh, shit, Shane! Hurry!”

Shane felt a tingling race down his spine and tightened his grip on the cock. When the climax hit him, he roared his release, emptying himself inside Tuck. A split second later, streams of semen shot onto his husband’s abdomen and chest as he came for the second time. “Fuuuuuucccckkkk!”

Completely spent, Shane collapsed on top of Tucker, keeping some of his weight on his forearms, as the two struggled to catch their breath. After a few moments, he felt the bed dip, then Paige’s lips were on his. Opening his mouth, he let her tongue find her and Tuck’s taste in his mouth. Still deep inside his husband’s ass, Shane felt his dick begin to recover and prepare itself for round two. If he had his way, they’d be fucking all night and there was no doubt neither Paige nor Tuck would argue with him.