|The Buckle Bunnies Series
Ride Of Her Life
This ride is going to last a lot longer than eight seconds!
Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a
few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any
further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward,
they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.
When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas,
however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop,
and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2012
Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.
“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.
She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could
come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.
Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving
as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She
wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.
Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.
Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth. Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.
She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.
“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where
anyone can see you—it's that you're doing it without me.”
Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.
His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers.
She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he
wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.
She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar. Between
the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.
She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.
Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer
still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to
look as casual as possible.
The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of
them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back
to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.
“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.
Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her
shirt? Did she have an I'll-be-getting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?
The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”
A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”
The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses. “They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get
to ride ponies?”
Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have
The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”
Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.
“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.
Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be
riding the two of us?”
Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”
The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it
straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the
The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in. As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt
loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing
his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.
Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive
her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.
She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your
eight second rides, you know?”
Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against
her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.
Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.
“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.
The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw
She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.
“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”
Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.
“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”
She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.
She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was
filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled
beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback
riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.
“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”
He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do
what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?
“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the
She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”
Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”
Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.
She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to
fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.
So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him.
Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”
The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent. They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry
muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.
Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she
trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau,
and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs
were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The
idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.
She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.
“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”
He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”
It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.
“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”
“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”
Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they
wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.
She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button,
making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.