Chapter 1

Glenda.

I glance in my rearview mirror at a billowing cloud of dust threatening to engulf the back of my car as I drive down the dry, dirty road.

Glenda fucking Delong.

This is all her fault.

I pull my sun visor down and push my oversized sunglasses up my nose, squinting as I focus on keeping on my side of the road. Not that it matters. Not that any of this matters.

I was supposed to be flying business class to Oahu right now. I let my thoughts travel to an alternate universe where I’m sipping a glass of white wine, enjoying the buzz in my head and the rush of heat flushing over my cheeks as the increase in altitude makes the alcohol hit me quicker than I’m used to. I imagine the handsome stranger I would’ve been seated next to. The one who not so subtly keeps checking me out until he finally asks me why I’m heading to Hawaii. He would be so impressed to hear that I’m going to cover a story at the hottest new resort up on the North Shore. Isn’t that funny? That’s where he’s going too. It’s the grand opening, after all, and he did design the entire building.

It would’ve been the perfect beginning to my weekend away. Of course, my sexy architect and I would do more than just explore the resort together. He’d make the Brazilian wax I got done worth the pain and money, and he’d suck on each and every one of my perfectly polished toes while I ate fresh pineapple and whipped cream in our luxury suite.

But no. I blink my eyes hard and the dreamy resort evaporates like a mirage, replaced by the dusty landscape before me. What was supposed to be my story for Unbeaten Path Adventures Magazine was stolen from me by my fellow reporter and company whore Glenda Delong.

My knuckles bleach out as I grip the steering wheel of my little Chevy Aveo tight and clamp down my jaw. “Bitch.” I seethe through my gritted teeth. “I hope she gets crabs.”

The sun is setting, slowly slinking down my windshield as I navigate my way to my replacement story. I’m practically blind as I drive to the Starlight Acres Ranch, where my relaxing, sexy weekend at a diamond rated resort has been transformed into some kind of hard labor vacay where I’m supposed to go on a private cattle run with the owners.

Yee-fucking-haw.

You know, the worst part is I thought Glenda and I were friends. I mean, not like we’d ever be bridesmaids at each other’s weddings, but definitely work friends. I was the one who told her that if she wore dresses and flirted with Mr. Wilcox a bit she would get assigned better destinations to cover for the magazine. Of course, when I confided that, I didn’t think she’d stab me in the back and get our assignments switched at the last second.

Then again, it probably didn’t help that at our last company cocktail hour I skipped on the tacos so I could look my best in my new Victoria’s Secret bikini on the white sand beach of Hawaii, but I may have doubled down on the margaritas. Bad idea.

So I was telling my boss, Byron Wilcox, that he looked like a human bowling pin. My cheeks flush as I remember how much I giggled at the comparison, rubbing my hand over his bald head and tapping my fingers against his bloated belly. Not professional. Not even close.

But neither is sleeping with the boss to get a better story, which is what Glenda did. If Byron is a human bowling pin, then she bowled a strike. She swooped in and soothed his ego, telling him she liked distinguished, older men. The last I saw of them, they were hunched over their drinks, flirting like a couple of teenagers while I had to leave my car behind and get an Uber home. The next thing I knew, I’d been reassigned to this crappy story and my exotic, luxury vacation…I mean my story, was stolen.

I squint under my sun visor, trying to blink away the glaring sun, and focus on the sign on the side of the road. Starlight Acres Ranch. I’m here. I pull off the main road and travel the twisty trail up to the glorified farm I’ll be doing my story on. At least I’m not driving directly into the sun anymore. I can actually see the ranch sprawling out in front of me as I make my way past the fields of fenced in cattle and the separate area with horses grazing on grass.

The tension I’ve been carrying with me this entire way slides from my shoulders as I take a deep breath of the sweet backcountry air. It’s not half bad here, really. I mean, it’s no North Shore Hawaiian resort, but it kind of reminds me of the simple family visits we used to take to my grandparents’ farm when I was a child. I used to love running around in the wheat fields, disappearing among the tall grasses as my brother and I played hide and seek. It was a less complicated time, one I barely have glimpses of in my mind. That was when I was little and hadn’t yet traded my bare feet for gladiator sandals or long, lazy drinks from the hose for Venti lattes.

Not that I’m giving up my lattes anytime soon. I chuckle at the thought and lift my almost empty salted caramel latte to my lips and suck back the last salty sweet drops. Just as I lick the last drops from my lips, a man on the back of a horse catches my eye. Mostly because he’s galloping up right beside my little car, towering over me like some kind of bronzed statue. I slam on my brakes and my jaw drops open as I stare at him. The horse itself is impressive and huge, but the guy on its back looks like a giant from where I’m sitting. His broad shoulders narrow down into the tight V of his waist and I can see his cut muscles as he reins in his horse, popping in his arms.

Damn.

I put my car in park and compose myself as I unclick my seatbelt and self-consciously wipe my fingers over the corners of my mouth to make sure I don’t have latte on my face. I step out of my Aveo and stand tall, doing my best to let all my yoga training lengthen my body and make me appear willowy as I push my breasts out shamelessly. They say you only have one chance to make a first impression and I want to make the best one I can on him. My voice is caught in my throat as I look up the shiny black stallion at the real stallion on the back. His dark hair peeks out from under his large cowboy hat. His startling blue eyes meet mine and I breathe in sharply as my nipples pebble beneath my shirt.

“Howdy.” He tips the brim of his hat with a smirk and I think I might melt into a puddle. “You must be the reporter.” His ice-blue eyes travel over me, licking every inch of me so thoroughly my breath hitches in my throat and I have to slide my hand over my hip just to reassure myself that I am, in fact, still wearing clothes. Because with the way he’s assessing me, I feel completely naked.

“Uh, hi.” I swallow hard. “Yes, I’m Lacy.” I boldly step forward and raise my hand out for a handshake.

“Chase.” His voice is velvety soft as he leans down and lifts my hand gently. For a second I think he’s going to kiss the back of it, but he gives it a gentle squeeze and lets it go. “We’ve got a busy weekend planned for you.” He still hasn’t looked away from me and I’m hypnotized by his gaze, which is impossible to break free from.

“We?” The word slips from my tongue somehow.

“That’s right.”

I turn toward the new voice as another man on a horse flanks me on the other side. “I’m Levi, his business partner.” He nods over to Chase. “We were wondering when you’d show up. I made you a nice meal and tomorrow we’re heading out on a cattle run. So we should probably get this party started.” He smiles at me and two dimples appear in a flash in his caramel cheeks as he lifts his hat, revealing a shaggy head full of blond hair that he pushes back before placing his ten-gallon hat back on his head.

Double damn.

I get to spend the weekend alone with these two gorgeous cowboys? For only a second I let myself imagine them chasing me down with a lasso and tying me up. I don’t mean to bite my lip, or for the flush of heat to travel over my cheeks, but it happens. This weekend just got a whole lot more interesting.

Eat your heart out, Glenda.

Chapter 2

“How about you give the lady—I’m sorry, I didn’t hear your name.” Levi swings his leg over his chestnut brown horse and lands steadily on both feet next to me.

For a second, I don’t remember a name to give him. I’m breathing harder than I should be and letting my eyes travel over his strong, lean body.

“It’s, uh.” I search my brain for a name I’ve had for twenty-nine years now, but I come up blank.

“This is Lacy.” Chase hops off his stallion, keeping it under control with the reins.

I smile up at him, thankful that he stepped in for me and flattered that he remembered my name better than I did.

“That’s right.” I run my hands over my long hair, twisting it up and letting it fall back down over my shoulder. “I’m Lacy,” I parrot Chase’s words. “I think I’m a little tired from the drive, so a nice, home-cooked meal and an early night sound really good right now.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Levi touches the brim of his hat and a trillion butterfly wings tickle my insides.

Normally I’d hate to be called “ma’am.” It seems like a nice way of saying “old lady.” But the way it rolls off Levi’s tongue almost makes me giggle like a little school girl. My imagination runs wild as I picture other times he could call me ma’am, like with my arms and legs tied together and him fucking me feverishly from behind. “Oh, ma’am, your pussy is so tight you’re gonna make me cum before I have a chance to fuck that sweet little ass of yours.”

I blink.

Hard.

I push away the dirty thoughts that are making me slick with desire. Focus, Lacy. You’d think you’ve never seen hot guys before! I have, obviously. However, there’s something different about these two. Chase and Levi aren’t like the shirtless guys I’ve seen running down city blocks with their Fitbits clinging to their wrists and their iPhones attached to their arms. These guys are rugged and their bodies are hard, not from lifting at the gym. I scan the visible, bulky ridges of Chase’s muscles threatening to burst from his tight plaid shirt and then peer over at Levi’s tight swimmer body and smile. These two are chiseled from manual labor on the farm and it just makes them so much sexier. Either of them could easily toss me over their shoulders and take me any way they wanted, and there’s something about this ranch, something about being removed from the city like this that makes that possibility so exciting.

“How about you give Lacy here a tour of the place while I get cleaned up for dinner?” Levi nods at his business partner.

“Sure thing,” he answers. “Do you have any bags I can bring inside for you, ma’am?”

There’s that ma’am thing again. It doesn’t bother me coming from either one of them.

“Bags? Oh, yeah, I do.” I turn on my heel and pop my trunk open, jerking my suitcase out and onto the packed dirt.

“Here, Levi, can you take Milly back to her stall?” Chase hands the reins to his horse over and Levi grabs them.

“Sure thing, I’ll catch you two inside.” He smiles and those dimples appear again, making my heart skip a beat.

I’m lucky I’ve still got these sunglasses on because I can’t help the way my gaze has slid over his body and rested for too long between his legs. Is that bulge real? There’s no way…is there? Because if it is, I’m all for saving a horse and riding a cowboy!

“This way.” Chase interrupts my moment and probably saves me from myself.

I’m not sure what’s going on with me. Maybe it’s the fact I haven’t gotten properly laid in almost a year. Maybe it’s the fact I was fully ready and willing to fix that situation with some random fling in Hawaii. Whatever it is, I’m like a horny teen again, barely capable of containing my overwhelming desires.

I follow Chase into the house and wish I could say what my first impression of the place is. I mean, I’m going to need to write it down for my article later. Yet, I have no freaking clue. All I can see, all I can watch is the way his firm, full ass fits those tight jeans. As we walk in through the door Chase lifts his cowboy hat from his head and hangs it on a hook by the door. I hover my hand next to my sunglasses, quickly sneaking a shameless peek down over the thick bulge dangling below his huge belt buckle. I push my sunglasses up over my hair like a headband and force myself to look away, but I can’t help the smile tugging up the corners of my mouth.

“This is a nice place you have here.” I try to make small talk and get my mind out of the gutter for two seconds. “How did you and Levi end up going into business together?”

Chase lifts my heavy luggage and tilts his head as he ponders the question. “Thank you, we’ve tried to keep just like it was over a hundred years ago. This was my great-grandfather’s ranch back then and it was passed down through the generations,” he begins, walking up the old pine stairs, and I follow him.

“Oh, so are you and Levi brothers then?” I raise an eyebrow, wondering how so much sexy can be in one family.

“Well, sorta. He’s my stepbrother. My mom passed when I was eighteen and Dad always said there are two types of men in the world.” He makes it up the creaky stairs and waits for me on the landing.

“What kinds are those?” I realize I’m actually a tiny bit out of breath after making my way up the steep steps. This working weekend might just kill me. But then, if it does, at least I went to heaven.

“He said there’s the type of men who love their wives so much that they die of a broken heart not long after the women go, and there’s the type who love their wives so much they can’t stand to live alone in the void they leave behind. I guess he was the latter.” He shrugs again and leads me down the wide hallway to a bedroom.

“That’s sweet.” I smile, hoping someday to find someone who loves me that much.

“What can I say? Dad was a romantic. So this is your room.” He walks in through the doorframe and the top of his head almost brushes the frame. If he were still wearing his hat, he’d lose it.

A tingle of excitement buzzes through me as I follow him into the bedroom. I know it’s immature, but being in a room with a bed with this man is enough to set my nervous system on fire. I can easily picture him lifting me up and tossing me down on the bed like a rag doll, ripping my clothes off and stuffing his huge cock inside me mercilessly.

Instead, he effortlessly lifts my heavy luggage from the floor and lays it across the bed for me. “The accommodations are modest, but if there’s anything you need tonight, don’t hesitate to ask.”

I swear I can see a twinkle in Chase’s blue eyes. I think he’s teasing me. Tempting me.

“Everything looks great.” I force myself to glance around the room like I give a crap about the tiny flowered wallpaper on the walls or the chair rail detail. I don’t.

“Well, you’ll have Levi on one side of you and me on the other.” His voice drops an octave and I can’t help the blaze of heat burning over my cheeks.

“Excuse me?” I squeak. I mean, I’m up for it, but it’s kinda bold for him to just throw it out there like that.

“Our rooms.” He tilts his head and I can see the mischievous sparkle dance in his eyes as he smirks at me. “Levi is the next room to your right and mine is the next to your left.” He jerks his head toward the bedroom door. “Why? What did you think I meant?” He cocks his eyebrow and my cheeks burn deeper.

He knows damned well what I thought he meant and he can probably tell from my rock-hard nipples pressing against my dress that the thought has me hot as hell.

“Um, nothing. So Levi said supper will be ready soon?” I try to change the subject to something else. Anything else.

“It will. He’s been cooking up a pot roast dinner all day. You’re gonna love it. It’ll have to be an early night because we’re going to be hitting the trail at daylight, but we might even have enough time for some dessert too.” Again Chase drops his voice to a velvety whisper and a shiver runs through me.

Can I be dessert?

“Sounds great. Well, not the daybreak part, but the rest.” I force a smile and try not to stare at him like a dog slobbering over a steak.

“Great, I’ll leave ya to it.” Chase nods at my suitcase. “See you in the dining room soon.” He winks and leaves the room while I’m still rooted to the spot. At least, I think he winked. That may have been wishful thinking.

I unzip my bag and stare at the ridiculous amount of clothes I packed. I never unpacked my bag from when I thought I was going to Hawaii, so my bikini, tankini, and cover-ups are still in there. So are my summer dresses and short shorts. In fact, as I shuffle the clothes around, I realize I might not have anything appropriate to wear on a cattle run. What was I thinking? Panic wells up inside me. I can’t go horseback riding in hot shorts and a strapless tank top. Ugh. I’m going to have to figure it out later. Right now my rumbling tummy tells me to make my way downstairs.

I head out in the hallway and pass by the washroom on my way out. I expected to see the pristine tile and the old-fashioned soaker tub. However, I didn’t expect to see Levi in nothing but a towel standing in front of the huge mirror.

Wow.

He has one of those tight swimmer bodies where all his abs are perfectly defined but not bulky. His biceps flex tight as he wipes the steam from the mirror and I can’t help but notice how the towel clings to his tight ass.

Levi catches a glimpse of me in the mirror, standing in the hallway creeping on him, and he smiles at me. Those dimples make my heart beat in my throat and I quickly look away.

“Sorry,” I mumble and drag my feet forward across the old hardwood planks.

He chuckles as I walk away, obviously not flustered by my peeping Tom act. If he was worried, he would’ve had the door shut tight. I can’t help but wonder if he wanted me to see him. If he wanted me to stare.

I try to push the thoughts away and focus on the tasty supper waiting for us downstairs. However, all I can think about is my sweet, decadent dessert.

Chapter 3

I linger on the stairs, making my way down to the wafting scent of a delicious meal as I try to properly soak in my surroundings. I need to take in this place, not just the guys who run it. After all, at the end of this little adventure, I’m going to have to turn in my assignment, and as much as I’d love to watch Mr. Wilcox’s face as I describe Chase, Levi, and how they reduce me to a quivering puddle of aching need, I also like having a job. What can I say, I’ve gotten used to the whole having money to pay for food thing.

I’m trying to write an opening paragraph for my article in my head. Something about down home hospitality. Something about taking in time to revel in quaint beauty and simple pleasures.

Thump, thump, thump.

I turn toward the unexpected sound and see Levi bounding down the stairs toward me at a breakneck speed. For a second, I think he’s going to knock into me and we’ll both tumble to the bottom like a snowball that rolls into a giant avalanche.

“Race ya!” he calls out with a boyish grin on his face that I can’t help but smile back at. Who can take themselves, or anything else for that matter, too seriously with him looking at them like that?

Immediately I start plowing down the stairs with him like a kid speeding down to the Christmas tree at the crack of dawn on December 25. My smile transforms into a silly grin as my feet pound against the old wood stairs, and Levi and I race, neck and neck, to the bottom. I’m pretty sure I’m going to beat him, but then he takes a flying leap when we still have four steps to go and lands with a thud in the entryway.

I follow him down and can’t help but return his infectious smile. There’s something so refreshing about a man who still makes time to have some fun. I try to remember the last time I cut loose like this in the city…but I’m drawing a blank.

“You kept up pretty good.” Levi sounds like he’s actually impressed.

I swallow hard as his tight, clean shirt seems to get tighter when he runs his hand through his lush, blond hair.

“I guess I’ve got a competitive streak,” I admit, twisting my own hair around my hands before letting it fall back down to my shoulder.

“Nothing wrong with that.” He steps toward me and I breathe in sharply. “Sometimes, when men and women get competitive, that’s when they have the most fun.” His voice is deep and rich and it makes every cell in my body come alive. It’s as if, on a genetic level, my very DNA is awakened by his sexy, soothing voice. Not to mention his body.

Rap-rap! Rap-rap!

Levi and I both jolt as if waking from a dream and turn toward the front door to the house behind us. He grabs the handle and jerks the door open, facing a concerned looking boy with dark, tousled hair and worry etched on his face.

“Eric? What’s up?" Levi’s lips press into a thin line and the boyish charm twinkling in his eyes disappears.

“Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir. I just wanted to keep you up to date that Ginger seems to be in the early stages of labor now.” The young man rubs his hands down his deeply tanned arms as he speaks.

“Really? Great! Thanks for the update.” Levi smiles and nods at the boy.

“Yes, sir.” Eric bends his head and then walks away as Levi closes the door.

“All right, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” He jerks his head toward the end of the hallway. “Let’s grab some grub!”

My stomach growls in agreement as I follow him toward the intoxicating scent of a home-cooked meal. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten much more than takeout or TV dinners, so I’m more excited than I should be to sit down and eat a meal that I didn’t have to pop out of some kind of box for once.

As we round the corner into the dining room, my watering mouth drops open. I can’t believe the incredible spread of food and perfectly placed settings on the table. My eyes ping-pong back and forth over the baked ham, the platter of roasted veggies, the gravy boat, and the buttermilk biscuits.

“Wow.” I drag my eyes from the incredible meal.

“Sit down. Let’s dig in.” Levi sweeps his hand toward one of the high-back chairs at the table and I take my seat.

“This is incredible,” I manage to speak despite the fact that I might drool on myself. I can’t believe how amazing all the food smells as the guys sit down on either end of the table and pass me dishes.

“And it will taste even better. Levi is a talented cook.” Chase nods over at Levi.

“You made all this?” I ask incredulously.

“It was nothing.” He appears shy for a second and I’m pretty sure my heart is going to burst from how cute it is.

“All right, bon appétit.” Chase fills my glass with wine and I pile my plate high with food.

“Thank you.” I lift my fork full of potatoes and a little slice of meat to my lips and am pretty sure my taste buds explode with the flavor.

“Make sure you leave some room for dessert.” Chase reminds me with a smile as I devour my supper.

****

“Honestly, guys, that was the best meal I’ve ever had. So good.” I gulp the last mouthful of wine from my glass and notice the men exchange a little look.

“Thank you.” Levi lifts the bottle of wine from the table and goes to pour some more, but there are only drips falling into his empty glass.

“I’ll get some more.” Chase stands up and grabs my empty plate from in front of me. “It’s nice to see a girl who actually eats for once. Not like all those chicks who nibble on salad and try to convince you it’s a meal.” He chuckles.

“Nah, that’s never been my style.” I smile up at him, the warmth of the wine spreading over my cheeks as I relax a bit. “Here, let me help you clear the table.” I slide my chair out, but both of the guys raise their hands in protest.

“No way, you’re our guest. Sit tight, we got this.” Levi shakes his head and grabs the platters and plates from the farmhouse table.

“Yeah, just relax, we’ll be right back,” Chase agrees.

Honestly, I don’t mind chilling here while a couple of hunky cowboys wait on me. There are worse ways a girl could spend an evening. True to their word, they both return quickly, Chase holding another bottle of wine and a bowl of whipped cream, while Levi carries in an almost empty pie tin and some fresh plates and forks.

“And dessert is served.” Levi smirks at me as he lays the pie plate on the table.

I raise an eyebrow at the two big slices left in the tin. Don’t get me wrong, they look delicious. They smell amazing. But, after the big production of a meal, I guess I expected a full cake or something. Not a pie that’s obviously already been munched at all week.

“Nothing quite like a sweet slice of pie, is there?” Chase fills all of our glasses with wine and then takes his seat beside me.

“No, I can’t think of anything I’d rather have in my mouth than that,” Levi agrees, placing plates in front of each of us.

I smirk at their banter. They know exactly what they’re doing. I’m not ashamed to say it’s working. The idea of them sampling my own cherry pie, both of them, together, has got me more tipsy than this wine. And I must say, the wine has me buzzing pretty good.

“Oh yeah?” I tilt my head and peer at each of them slowly from under my eyelashes. “What kind of pie are you guys eating tonight?” I circle my finger over the edge of my wine glass as my nipples pebble under my clothes.

“Peach.” Chase smirks and I blush furiously. That man can eat my juicy peach any and every day.

For a flash of a second I imagine myself up on the big table, spread open before both of them as they push each other out of the way, both trying to be the first to taste my juices. Both trying to be the first to eat my pie.

Levi plops a big slice down on my plate and I give my head a shake, bringing me back to reality.

“But, there’s only one slice left.” I look at the tin quizzically and then up at each man.

“That’s okay.” Levi flashes his dimples at me again as he smiles. “We don’t mind sharing, do we, Chase?”

“Not at all,” his partner agrees and they split the last slice between them.

A shiver of longing trembles down my spine as the meaning of their words isn’t lost on me. My pussy grows slick with a deep need I never even knew I possessed before this trip. The need to be fucked, to be claimed, to completely surrender to two men at once. I bite my lip as my heart flutters at the thought.

“Would you like some cream?” Chase nods at the bowl of fluffy whipped cream in front of me. Still, my cheeks burn with fiery heat as I think about how much I do want cream. From both of them.

“Uh, sure,” I agree, not able to meet his eyes as he dollops some down onto my pie. A little gets on his finger and he slowly sucks it off while I try not to stare, but I’m failing.

“When you have a business like this, where you live with your partner most of the year, you get used to sharing just about everything, don’t ya, Chase?” Levi interrupts.

“You don’t just get used to it, when it comes to some things.” Chase gives me a pointed look. “You enjoy it even more.”

I don’t know what to say. My body is going to explode with the anticipation of feeling these two on me. I pop a forkful of pie into my mouth so I don’t say anything stupid like “Enough already! Fuck me here and now. Both of you!” These two are more than just sex appeal and handsome faces. They’re pure seduction and I’m enjoying every second of their little game.

“I’m sorry to interrupt.”

All of us whirl around in our chairs toward the young man intruding on our moment. I didn’t even hear him come in here. However, to say I was distracted would be an understatement.

Standing in the dining room doorway is the same boy who talked to Levi at the front door earlier. His dark, shiny hair is disheveled and he’s holding his hat in his hands, toying with it nervously.

“What is it?” Chase frowns at him, clearly not impressed with his timing.

“It’s Ginger,” the young man answers quietly. “She’s foaling, sir, but the foal is breech. I’m sorry to interrupt, but if we don’t get some help out there right now, I don’t think either will make it.” He meets Chase’s eyes.

“Okay, let’s go.” Chase drops his fork and pops up from his chair quickly with Levi on his heels. All of the guys disappear from the room in seconds, not giving me a second glance. I hope the horses are okay. I don’t know the first thing about them, but I’m guessing these guys can help her give birth properly. They seem to have a good handle on that kind of thing.

I sigh deeply and stab my dessert with my fork, taking another bite. So much for watching the guys eat pie tonight.

Chapter 4

“Rise and shine, Lacy!” I can hear one of the guys yelling outside my bedroom door as I throw my hands over my head in a full body stretch and groan.

“Ugh, what time is it?” I mumble and glance at the still-dark window in the room. I never get up before the sun rises. I’ve certainly stayed up that late before, but that was for entirely different reasons.

“It’s already four. We let you sleep in as late as we could. If you hurry, you can grab some breakfast before we hit the trail,” Levi says. It took a second to recognize his voice, but I’m sure it’s him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be down in five minutes,” I begrudgingly answer. I would’ve preferred to wake up next to Levi, not as a guest in his house, but a lover in his arms. And I would’ve definitely preferred if I had Chase with his own strong arms draped around me from the other direction.

Now there’s a thought to spring me out of bed. I flick on the light in the small room and shuffle my clothes around, searching for something somewhat appropriate to wear. I let my skirts and swimsuits fall through my fingers as I finally settle on my outfit. It’s not ideal, but it will do.

Changing quickly, I pack a small bag of sunscreen, bug repellent, my notebook and camera and notice the small bottle of KY. How did that get there? My lips twitch up into a half smile as I let my imagination run wild and free. It doesn’t hurt anything to bring it, but it could hurt quite a bit to leave it behind. I toss it in my bag with my other belongings and make my way downstairs.

“Whew,” Chase whistles between his teeth as I pad down the stairs and I can’t decide if he’s coming onto me or teasing me for my bright pink hot shorts and skintight tank top.

“You’re gonna get too much sun dressed like that, not that I’m complaining.” He smiles. “Not to mention chaffing.”

“I didn’t exactly pack right for the trip,” I admit. “It was either this or a tiny dress.” I run my hands over my clothes and peek up at him from under my lashes.

“I see. Well, I don’t mind lending you a shirt, just for today, though.” His bright blue eyes size me up. Like I’m going to commit a petty shirt theft just for kicks.

“I’d appreciate that,” I murmur.

“All right! Lacy! There’s a plate fixed up for you in the kitchen, so go eat.” Levi bursts into the hallway like a hurricane. Yesterday he was so chill, it’s weird to see him all buzzing with energy.

“Sure, I’ll do that.” I free Chase from my gaze and make my way to the smell of bacon and toast.

I have just enough time to scarf down some food and slurp back some of the strongest, blackest coffee I’ve ever drunk when Chase appears in the doorway with a red plaid shirt.

“This is the smallest one I own.” He holds it out sheepishly and I walk across the floor and pluck it from his hand.

“It’s huge.” I marvel and slide it over my arms.

“I hear that a lot.” He smirks and I laugh even though I’m blushing. I walked right into that one. Besides, I’m sure he does hear that a lot. I’ve only seen the outline pressed against his pants, but it was, in fact, huge.

“Here, let me help you get this all fixed up.” He tugs at the sleeves and quickly rolls them up so they aren’t dangling off my arms like a kid wearing her daddy’s shirt.

I button down the front and tie up the bottom so it’s snug around my waist. Otherwise it would be flapping around my thighs like a dress.

“Perfect,” Chase whispers as he finishes helping me with the sleeves. For a moment, his hand lingers on the fabric and he doesn’t move away. We both stand perfectly still, inches away from each other.

Is he going to kiss me? My heart thuds hard in my chest and I blink quickly. My body is urging me to step forward, to close the remaining gap between us, to stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him. But I don’t move.

“You two ready?” Levi marches up behind Chase and distracts us both from the moment we shared.

“Uh, I am.” I get my senses back.

“Good,” Levi continues and Chase puts some space between us, stepping back out into the hall, “because there’s something pretty special I want to show you before we go.” His green eyes twinkle and, to my surprise, he grasps my hand and leads me to the front door. I stop only long enough to put my shoes on and then let Levi escort me outside and off the front porch over to the barn at the side of the house.

He opens the door and leads me into the massive red structure and before my brain has a chance to register what is going on I see it.

The foal.

The mama and baby are nuzzled up to each other tight, perfectly content and, well, just perfect. I’m not the kind of girl who tears up at a wedding or goes crazy over people’s babies, but something about this scene. Something about the purity and simplicity of this moment makes my throat choke up and little pinpricks of tears spring to the corners of my eyes.

“They’re so beautiful.” I try not to sniffle, not quite sure where this surge of emotions is even coming from.

“A beautiful family.” Levi nods at the horses. “A beautiful morning.” He looks out the open barn doors toward the big, pink sky. “And a beautiful girl.” He looks at me and I swallow hard. “What more could a guy ask for?”

For once, I have no idea what to say. And this is from someone who writes words for a living. I feel the same intense longing for Levi’s lips to cover mine in a sensual, slow kiss that I just yearned for with Chase.

I can think of one more thing he could ask for. Something they could both ask for and I’d gladly give it to them.

Me.

Chapter 5

So much for a beautiful day. As the sun climbs to the highest point in the sky and we continue to trudge down the hard dirt path on horseback, all I can think about is how much I hate this. When I said I wanted to cover a story with heat and sand, this is not what I had in mind. My horse decides that right now, at my peak moment of absolute misery for the day, is when she should just strut along and take a shit as she goes.

Lovely.

Whoever romanticized this whole cattle drive adventure should get a medal in advertising. Clearly they could sell soda cans filled with turpentine and convince people it was just water from the fountain of youth, because this, riding out in the heat, with a stinky horse, with no entertainment, with no real scenery to speak of, this is NOT romantic.

It’s not that the boys haven’t been trying. They’ve both told me more stories than I could ever fit in my article. We had a beautiful picnic lunch in what I believe has been the only shady spot on this entire trip. It’s all been as good as a cattle drive can get, I guess. Once upon a time I would’ve enjoyed this more. Back when I used to spend my summers barefoot at my grandparents’ farm. Back then, I would’ve died if you let me ride a horse all day. Back then I would have never even noticed the heat. But, it turns out a lot has changed from those days. I guess you can take the girl out of the country and you can also take the country out of the girl.

I blame Starbucks.

My mind is as meandering and windy as this trail. I can’t seem to focus on much for more than a minute before I’m dazing off into another fantasy. Let’s face it, if I didn’t have my little menage fantasy going, I’d have nothing.

I lick my dry lips and imagine yet another way the guys could take me. With Levi lying down and my lips wrapped around his thick cock while Chase holds my legs wheelbarrow style—he should be familiar with a wheelbarrow—and fucks me hard and fast from behind. I like the idea of being in their control. Of only having my hands free to balance myself while their dicks slide in and out of either end of my body like two fat pistons pumping in a racecar.

My pussy clenches as wetness blooms from my core. At least something is still wet out in this heat.

My horse whinnies and kicks up her front legs, lurching me from my daydream and leaving me scrambling for the reins.

“Shit!” It’s all I have a chance to say before the mare breaks out into a full-on run, barreling wildly down the path and leaving Chase and Levi in her dust. “Fuck!” I have no idea how to control this thing. The truth is, I’ve never really ridden a horse before. Sure, I told the guys I did, but what I meant was I went on a pony ride at the State Fair when I was a child. “Whoa, horsey, slow down.” I cling to the reins desperately as my ass smacks off the saddle, jostling me around like a ragdoll. Oh shit, she’s not stopping. So this is how I die? Really?

“Help me!” I shriek and throw myself forward on the horse, doing everything I can to stay on.

“I got you,” I can hear Levi to my left, but I’m too scared to even glimpse in his direction.

It doesn’t seem like he’s got me. He might be alongside me, but it’s not doing shit to stop this crazy horse.

“Hee-yaw!” he yells to his own mare and guides her alongside mine until I’m sure the two animals are going to collide. “Hee-yaw!”

Before I know it, Levi is sliding his leg over his own saddle and bracing himself on his horse but facing the side of mine. Oh fuck, what is he doing? He’s going to get us both killed! I squeeze my eyes completely shut as he lunges from his horse to mine. His weight lands behind me on my saddle and his strong arms circle me as he grabs my reins.

“Whoa,” he yells and yanks the horse hard.

She begins to slow down, thank God, and I open my eyes again as I press as far forward as I can go and lift my ass a bit so Levi can sit on the saddle better.

He brings her back down to a gallop and then a trot and all the while I bounce in his lap. At first I think it’s my imagination. After all, I’ve been fantasizing about it all day, but it’s not. The rigid erection pressed tight against his jeans is real and very, very sexy.

Levi manages to bring the horse to a standstill. There’s no reason for us to stay on her back now, but I don’t want to move. Instead, I grind my ass back against him, hoping to feel every inch of his fat cock press against me.

“Wow, are you okay?” Chase rides up to us and brings his own horse to a halt.

“I am,” I admit, still wiggling shamelessly in Levi’s lap.

“I think we should call it a day here.” Chase lifts his big, brimmed hat and pushes back his dark hair. “That’s enough excitement for one day.” He shakes his head.

Behind me I can hear Levi breathing hard. It makes me slide over his erection even more.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I purr. “I think we could all stand to have a little more excitement on this trip.” I smile at Chase and grind back on Levi.

“Oh, really?” Chase finally takes note of my little dance in his partner’s lap. “And what did you have in mind?” He peruses my body.

“I figure you two big, strong men just saved my life. The way I see, I owe you both, big time.”

Chapter 6

“You look like you need to cool down.” Chase chuckles, but I don’t see the sparkle in his eyes. Instead, his icy blues lock me down into Levi’s lap, transfixing me.

“No, that’s not what I meant at all.” I pout in protest. Am I crazy here? Surely I’m not the only one who has been feeling this tension build between all of us. Surely I’m not alone in my aching, throbbing need.

“Just over the hill there is a fresh spring and some trees. I think that’s the perfect place for us to set up camp for the night.” Chase points to the nearby hill. “And it’s definitely the place to get a dirty girl like you all cleaned up.” His voice drops and a long shiver licks my spine.

“Or to get a dirty girl like you even dirtier,” Levi murmurs in my ear and thrusts his hips against my ass, reminding me of the thick erection I was just rubbing up against a second ago.

“Let’s go.” I swallow hard and bounce along in Levi’s lap as the guys lead the way along the well-worn path up the hill.

Sure enough, as we reach the summit, the sun reflects off the flowing river on the other side and I take in the scenic grassy knoll under the shady, leafy trees. Now, I’m not a shy girl. I can’t think of a single moment in my life that you’d describe me that way, but as we reach the top of the hill and descend the other side, I can’t shake away my timidity. I’ve done a lot of things in this life, but submitting to two men at once has yet to be scratched off my bucket list and from the hungry look in Chase’s eyes and the pulsing erection Levi is pressing into my ass, I know for sure that won’t be on the list much longer.

“Whoa.” Levi brings my unpredictable horse to a stop and slides down the side of her saddle easily. His fingers circle my waist and he lifts me down to my feet gently.

“You two go jump in.” Chase tips his ten-gallon hat at us. “I’m just going to tie up the horses and set some stuff up. I’ll be right there.” His pink lips curl up into a sly smile and I know without a doubt he will join us. And I also know from the way my fingers tremble slightly and how my skin breaks out in gooseflesh that I’m dying of anticipation.

Levi threads his fingers through mine and tugs me toward the water before I can second-guess anything. I’m happy he’s taking the lead because, despite all my bravado and big talk, I have to admit I’m nervous about all of this.

“I think we should just strip down and jump right in. The water is a little cold, but on a day like this”—Levi raises his hand over his eyes like a visor and tilts his head back toward the burning sun—“a little cold is just what we need. Besides, if you get too chilly, I’ll warm you up.” He drops his hand and pulls me into him. My shoes scuffle against the dirt below as my body hits up against his. His tight muscles pressed into me, it’s like he’s carved from stone and, as I think back to my glimpse of him in nothing but a towel yesterday, I remember he looks like he’s been chiseled from stone as well.

Levi removes his hat and wraps his hand around my back, pulling me as close as we can possibly get with our clothes still on. My own raspy breathing reaches my ears. My heart thuds erratically in my breast. Every inch of my skin tingles with an excited buzz. I can practically feel the electricity in the air surrounding us. Levi hovers over me for a moment, teasing me, drawing this out, and he’s got me hook, line, and sinker. In this second in time, I’m his. He can do with me what he will and I will wait an eternity for him to kiss me. Just when I think he can’t possibly drag this on any longer, Levi’s lips crush mine in an intense and passionate kiss. I moan into his mouth as our tongues collide into each other, intertwining like a stripper slinking her body slowly down her pole.

His fingers quickly unbutton the plaid shirt Chase lent me this morning and I manage to pull his large belt buckle open all while our mouths are sealed together in a long, tantalizing kiss.

The plaid shirt that kept the sun from burning my shoulders all day is quickly tossed to the ground. I tug his shirt from his jeans and slide my slim fingers under the fabric. I need to feel his body, exploring it with my hands like a woman who long ago lost her sight and now navigates the world by touch alone.

Levi sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and gives it a sharp but small bite. It’s enough to make my eyelids flutter open in surprise. I thought he was the quiet one. Then again, they say it’s always the quiet ones who have the deepest secrets. Maybe Levi isn’t as sweet and passive as I assumed. I mean, he didn’t hesitate to save my life. That took courage I never would’ve guessed he possessed.

His thick fingers make quick work of sliding off my shorts and then my flimsy underwear. I try to tug his form-fitting jeans down over his tight ass but don’t nearly have the same effect he is able to. Where he’s got me stripped bare from the waist down, I’ve barely managed to pull his pants to the curve of his ass.

Finally, we break our kiss and I quickly shed my tank top too. Levi removes the rest of his clothes and I suck in my breath sharply over my teeth as I finally see, straight on, what he’s working with.

Holy fuck.

“Ready to jump in?” He smirks and grabs my hand. It’s not exactly what I was thinking, but sure. I nod and we both run to the river’s edge, plummeting down toward the water hand in hand.

The jolt of cold awakens my senses and I gasp for a lungful of warm air when I pop my head out of the surface. I don’t have time to think about much of anything because above me I can hear Chase.

“Geronimo!” he wails as he streaks across the sky over our heads and plunges into the frigid water with us.

How did he get naked so fast? I guess I wasn’t really paying attention.

Well, Levi and Chase both definitely have my attention now.

Chase walks toward me through the water with purpose, squeezing me back against the bank of the shore. I can’t see what he’s doing under the rushing water, but I feel the tip of his cock as he wiggles it over my clit. I moan and throw my heat back, drunk on the sensations that overwhelm me. Levi flanks me on my side and begins kissing a trail down my neck to my breasts. His mouth devours my rosy, hard nipple as Chase grabs a fistful of my hair, tugs it back, and keeps teasing my clit with his cock.

It feels so good I can’t help the animalistic sounds that escape my lips. “Oh fuck,” I cry out, letting my limbs go rubbery as the two strong men support me in the water and my first orgasm rushes through me like wildfire.

My knees go weak and my body slumps as the pleasure rushes over me as quick as the water in this river. If they both decided to let me go right now, if they just let me wash away to wherever this river flows and I was swept out to sea, I’d die happy right now.

“Let’s get out.” Levi scrambles up the embankment and pulls me up by my arms. Chase gives my ass a push and the next thing I know, I’m back on solid ground with both completely handsome, completely cut, completely naked men on either side of me.

Chase lifts me up easily and cradles me in his arms as he walks me over to a blanket he’s set up under the broad, green trees on the river’s edge.

He kisses my lips tenderly, without any rush to push them open and explore my mouth with his tongue, but instead taking his time, like he’s savoring me.

“Can you grab my bag?” I look up at Levi, realizing I’m committing to this experience by asking him. There’s no backing out now.

Not that I’d ever want to.

Levi escapes my line of vision while Chase lays me back on the blanket and begins to explore every inch of my body with his sweet, tender lips. He kisses a trail down my collarbone and down to my breasts. I’m lost in the pleasure of his mouth when Levi returns and places the bag down beside us.

As Chase nibbles and sucks a path down to the wetness between my thighs, Levi straddles my shoulders, grabbing his cock by the base, and guides it to my lips. “Suck me off.” His voice is raspy and demanding. I don’t think, I just open my mouth and let his thick member slide over my tongue, deep into my mouth until I think he’s going to fill my throat.

Chase grabs each of my thighs in his hands and digs his fingers into my flesh as he spreads me open wide. His tongue darts between my lower lips, suckling and flickering on my clit.

I purr against Levi’s cock while Chase brings me to new heights. He wasn’t kidding about eating pie. He loves slurping and diving into a sweet peach.

Levi’s cock twitches in my mouth and I get ready to swallow his cum, but just as I’m sure he’s about to shoot his seed down my throat he pulls out and moves off of me. Chase holds my thighs tight in his grasp and swirls his tongue expertly over my clit again and again until I’m screaming to the sky above and a wave of bliss wracks my body.

“Oh, my, fuck!” I scream. Lucky for me, no one can hear me. Only the two guys driving me to the brink of my sanity.

I shudder and shiver against Chase, but he’s clearly just gotten started. Before I can even open my eyes, his fingers travel up to my hips and he flips me over quickly onto my belly. As much effort as he just put into eating my pussy, he puts even more into eating my ass. His tongue slides up between my cheeks and flickers against my asshole. I get on all fours, pressing my head down onto the blanket so my ass is swaying in the air, and enjoy the sensation.

Levi sits back down on the blanket next to me and pulls me over onto him. I straddle his legs, grinding my soaking wet pussy against his thick and ready cock. He fists the base of it again and guides it to my entrance, easily sliding it inside me in one long, relentless thrust. Behind me, Chase is still trying to get my ass ready for him when I remember I’ve come prepared.

“Chase, open my bag. I brought lube.” My voice is breathy and quick as I open my legs wide and Levi’s cock fills me.

Chase moves away from behind me for a second and returns quickly. “Dirty girl,” he muses before pouring a cold splash of KY over my sensitive asshole. He thrusts his thick finger inside me, twisting it as he pushes it inside, and I gulp. I’m already so full. With only Levi’s cock inside me and Chase’s finger, I might burst wide-open. How can I really take them both at the same time?

Chase pulls his finger out and replaces it with the tip of his fat dick at my ass. He pushes it up in past my cheeks and to my back entrance. I can feel the intense pressure as he thrusts inside me, steadily, relentlessly, until I’m so full I know there’s no way I can take another inch.

Levi pumps into me from the front as he lowers his head to my breasts and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. Chase slides his cock deeper into my ass and the two men take a second to find their rhythm as they fuck me from both sides.

I’m overwhelmed. My body is stretched out to its max and the intensity of my pleasure is making my eyes roll back in my head and strange sounds spew from my lips.

Both men thrust into me quicker, filling me, pushing past my boundaries, past my limits. They teach me I can take both of them, all of them, and that I’m completely being branded by them.

I mewl loudly as they grunt and thrust into me. Chase tugs my hair at the base of my neck and my ass tightens around him. He growls in my ear as Levi holds my hips tight and pumps into me fast.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna…oh fuck!” I stare at the wide blue sky above as tears streak down my cheeks and red hot bliss sets every cell in my body on fire with pleasure. The feeling of both men slipping and sliding in and out of my body at the same time is too much. It’s amazing. Chase bites down on my shoulder and his thrusts grow ragged as the first spurts of his cum fill my ass. Levi tosses his head back and shudders as he fills my pussy with his hot jizz.

Being filled by both of them, with both of their seed at the same time brings on another nerve-wracking orgasm. It shudders through me, leaving me weak and limp and sandwiched between the two cowboys.

Chase kisses my neck and pulls out of my ass and some of his seed spills out as he does. I roll down from Levi and lie motionless between them. All of us are panting hard and staring up at the sky.

“How was that?” Chase murmurs as he throws his arm over me and snuggles in against my back tight.

“Amazing,” I answer honestly. I cuddle into Levi’s chest and get wrapped up in both men’s arms. I can’t believe this all started as an assignment I dreaded. A fucked up situation where my co-worker stole my dream vacation. Now look at me, not only living a dream, but every girl’s fantasy.

Eat your fucking heart out, Glenda.