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This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds.
RIDE OF HER LIFE
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 them, but things have never gone any
further than that. However, when she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at
the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, 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.
Dallas O'Shea can't help but notice the two hot rodeo riders who walk into her bar. Steer
ropers Mack Carter and Ked Everett have set their sights on her, too, regardless of the
fact that she's going to be mixing drinks all night. When closing time comes around, both
men are still there. She can't choose between the two cowboys, so she tells them she
won't sleep with either of them unless she sleeps with both of them. They agree - on one
condition. Afterward, Dallas has to honestly tell them who was better in bed. Two hunky
cowboys, each motivated to please her like she's never been pleased before? How can
a woman lose in a situation like this? For Dallas, it's going to be a night like she's never
had, and for Mack and Ked, the night ends with the cowboys getting a chance to
demonstrate two of their greatest talents - roping and riding. Yeehaw!
RIDE 'EM HARD
When Shawna Barton's best friend and barrel racer Britt Miles comes to town, she can't wait to have a girls' night out. The two haven't seen
each other in years and the usually shy, reserved Shawna loves hearing about her friend's exploits, especially her most recent sexual
encounter with handsome bull rider Clay Winters. Things take a sexy turn after they run into the man himself a little while later. Before
Shawna knows it, she forgets about her inhibitions and is out there bumping and grinding on the dance floor with Britt and Clay. The night
gets even more interesting when Clay suggests they take their little threesome back to his place for the kind of ride only a cowboy knows
how to give a girl - or in this case, two of them!
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2013
RIDE OF HER LIFE
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-begetting-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
popped out. 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
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.
Her gaze went to Mack and Ked. They were both lounging back on their bar stools, looking more handsome than two men had a right to be.
Since they’d hung around this long, they obviously weren’t going anywhere. For the first time, she started thinking she might really end up
with company for the evening. But which one would she take home with her? Whoever it was, they were definitely going to her place. She
wasn't a hotel kind of girl.
She gave them a careful perusal as she rinsed out the blender she’d used to make the cosmic screwdriver. They were both damn hot, each
in his own unique way.
Ked was broader and more muscular. Mack had that lean, wiry look that so many rodeo riders possessed. Ked’s hair was a bit shorter than
Mack’s, but she'd have no problem getting her fingers lost in either man’s.
Both men were at least a foot taller than she was — that was important. She liked a guy who could pull her into his arms and make her melt.
That didn't work out so well when a woman was taller than her man.
Both had that slight stubble on their jaws she found so attractive. Her hand just itched to caress all that scruff.
Both had very interesting bulges in their jeans, too — bulges that made her mouth water with delight at the thought of how well-endowed
they must be.
Hell, both men even had damn near perfect boots on — she’d caught a glimpse when she’d leaned over the bar to talk to them earlier.
So, how was she supposed to decide between them?
She didn't know, but figured she couldn't go wrong either way. Something told her both men would be championship buckle material in the
sack. The image made her pussy suddenly throb. She would have slid her hand down for a caress or two, but the customers probably
would have noticed her playing with herself.
Dallas bit her lip to stifle a moan and glanced at the clock again. One-thirty. It was a little early to give last call, but she did it anyway. The
regulars grumbled at that, but she pacified them quickly enough by announcing the final round was on the house.
Mack and Ked both looked relieved to hear it was closing time. To her surprise, they grabbed some towels from behind the bar and wiped
down the tables as customers slowly trickled out. They sure were eager to get her into bed, weren’t they? She almost told them they didn’t
have to help, but then she got a look at their jean-clad butts as they turned to put the chairs up on the tables and forgot what she’d been
going to say.
Damn, those were some great asses.
Since she had two men more than willing to help clean up the place, Dallas let Caleb and the waitresses go early. Her cook, Marsala, left as
soon as she cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers. As Dallas watched the two men sweep the floor — while eyeing each other
like a pair of ornery bulls—she called cabs for the patrons too blasted to walk home, much less drive. She was grateful to Mack and Ked for
helping her get those who’d overimbibed into their rides when they got there. That was usually the worst job of the night, but for the rodeo
cowboys rustling drunks was probably nothing compared to manhandling a couple hundred pounds of pissed-off steer.
“I need to do some paperwork before I leave,” she said as they closed the door behind the last of the customers. “You’ll both be here when
I come out of the office, right?”
“I can’t speak for Ked, but I’m not going anywhere,” Mack said.
“Me, either,” Ked agreed.
Her lips curved. She hoped that’d be their answer.
Dallas quickly counted up the credit card receipts and cash, then locked everything in the safe in her office. It took a few more minutes to
handle the accounting books.
Mostly because she was preoccupied with the two horny cowboys out there cleaning up for her as she marked down Sara as being out
while throwing some overtime cash to her other workers for handling the big rodeo rush so well. What the heck was she going to do with
Mack and Ked?
They were both gorgeous as sin, both obviously interested in her, and both looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun. In other words,
both were perfect for her. Unfortunately, there was no practical way to choose between them.
She supposed she could ask each man for a kiss and see which was better. Kind of like test driving a car. Then again, maybe that wasn’t
the best idea. As competitive as these two were, it’d likely start a fist fight between them, and she'd be left with a busted-up bar and no sex.
Sighing, she turned off the light and walked out of her office to find her potential bedmates leaning casually back against the bar and
looking good enough to eat. It was useless. There was no way she could choose between them.
Why should she have to?
Dallas almost gasped at the thought. What was she saying, that she wanted to have a threesome with them? It was something she’d always
fantasized about — didn’t every woman? But that had only been a fantasy. She’d never imagine doing it for real. Here was her chance.
Only a fool would pass that up.
Of course, she had no idea if these two cowboys would go for it.
They’d turned down the lights in the bar until the place felt more like an old-fashioned saloon than a modern cowboy bar. She liked it—the
darkened room set the perfect ambience for what she intended.
They had also flipped the switch on the welcome light in the front window. Now it read Closed — Come Back Real Soon!
These two thought of everything.
Everything except the possibility that she wanted to sleep with both of them, she’d wager.
Dallas put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she approached the two men. Their gazes slid down her body like warm honey to settle on her
swaying hips. She had their undivided attention — good.
She came to a halt in front of them, then made a point of looking at the bar which they’d not only cleaned, but polished too, as well as the
stacks of crated glassed they’d washed and dried.
“Thanks for all the help,” she said. “If you hadn't, I'd be stuck here for another hour.”
“No problem.” Mack grinned. “I think I can speak for Ked when I say we definitely had an ulterior motive.”
She let a slow, sexy smile pull up the corners of her lips. “Really? And what motive is that?”
Mack pushed away from the bar to close the distance between them. This near, she could smell his cologne and that unmistakable scent of
pure masculine yumminess. Dang, it was amazing how arousing a man’s scent could be.
“Oh, I think you know,” he said in that soft rumbling voice of his. “The sooner we close up this bar, the sooner one of us gets your clothes
The blatant confidence in his words made little goose bumps chase each other across her skin. She licked her lips.
“That’s a pretty good motive.”
“Yeah, it is.” Ked nudged Mack aside and moved in front of her. “And I think you're as interested in getting your clothes off as we are. The
only thing you have to decide is who's going to get to see you naked—me or Mack?”
Dallas laughed and pushed past both of them to walk over to the bar. Stepping up on the foot rail, she turned and levered herself up until
she was seated on the highly polished wood. She wiggled back and forth on top of the bar, wondering briefly what it would be like to get
fucked up here.
But right now she had to focus on this next part — or she might not be getting fucked tonight at all.
She lounged back on the palms of her hands, kicking her booted feet and giving them her naughtiest smile.
“That part is easy. I’m not going to sleep with either of you.” She gave them a sultry look. “Unless I sleep with both of you.”
Both men stood there staring at her in stunned silence. From the looks on their faces, they clearly didn’t like the idea. Damn. Maybe this
hadn’t been such a good suggestion.
Ked's eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”
Then again, maybe this might still work. She nodded. “I’m very serious. You two have spent the whole night trying to charm my pants off,
and I'm more than willing to let that happen.”
She moved her hands to her belt buckle and slowly began to undo it. Their eyes locked on her movements as if she’d reached for a gun.
“But I've decided it’d be wrong to choose between you — and that I shouldn't have to. If you both want me, you can have me, but you have
to be willing to work together. Is that something you can do?”
The way the two men eyed each other made her seriously doubt her sexual magnetism. They looked as if they’d rather shoot each other
than bed her together.
She stopped working her buckle and looked at her watch instead. “If you two can't handle that, you might want to hurry on down the street
to The Last Chance Saloon. They stay open a little later than the rest, and there might be a few lonely girls left looking for a cowboy to ride.”
Mack and Ked looked at each other again. After a moment, Ked nodded. Mack nodded back.
“We agree — on one condition,” Ked said. “At the end of the night, you have to honestly tell us which one of us is better in the sack.”
“And no wimping out with one of those you-were-both-so-wonderful lines,” Mack added. “We want an honest answer.”
Dallas felt her whole body start to vibrate. Two hunky cowboys competing to prove themselves the best lover? How could a girl lose in a
situation like this?
“Deal,” she said.
She was lying through her teeth, of course. There was no way she was going to give them the answer they were looking for, but she'd deal
with that later. If things went the way she hoped, both men would be so exhausted after she was done with them they wouldn't have enough
energy to worry about their silly sexual competition.
RIDE 'EM HARD
Kissing Clay just moments after his mouth had been on Britt’s allowed Shawna to pick up a decidedly feminine flavor that could only belong
to her best friend. She was tasting Britt's kiss. It was kinky, not to mention arousing. But not in that I-want-to-have-sex-with-my-best-
girlfriend kind of way. It was simply exciting to know that she and Britt were sharing something so completely personal—a man.
That perfectly wicked thought pushed any remaining nerves she might have out of the way. She and Britt were going to have sex with
Clay—and it was going to be amazing.
Shawna deepened the kiss, moving her mouth all over Clay's and sucking on his tongue. He tasted better than Belgian chocolate.
Abruptly remembering she was supposed to be sharing, Shawna pulled away and used a finger on Clay's chin to turn him back toward Britt.
Her friend didn't hesitate to claim the handsome bull rider’s mouth in a scorching kiss, and Shawna was once again gifted with the
opportunity of watching two people put on a seriously sexy show.
Had she and Clay looked that hot when they kissed?
Shawna shifted a little to give Britt more room, pressing herself against Clay's left hip while Britt occupied his right. She placed one hand on
Clay’s muscular shoulder and the other on Britt's back so that the three of them were in a tight, comfy triangle of intimacy.
Britt passed Clay off to her with a throaty laugh. “Is it just me, or is it getting warm in here?”
Clay gave Shawna's lips a quick nibble before answering. “If you're that warm, maybe you should do something about it.”
Britt gave Shawna a smile that was part daring, part questioning. Her hands drifted to the buttons of her western shirt. “Maybe I should.
What do you think, Shawna?”
Shawna knew that was her friend’s way of asking if she still wanted to go through with this. She returned Britt’s smile. “I definitely think you
should. I think I should, too.”
Britt’s smile broadened. “Yippie ki yay, girlfriend.”
Shawna stepped back, undoing the buttons on her shirt while Britt did the same to her own. Clay’s gaze swept back and forth between them
like a predator eyeing his prey. Shawna almost laughed at the hungry expression on his face—the poor guy didn't know where to look.
Shawna untucked her shirt from her jeans and finished with the buttons, then gave Britt a few seconds to catch up. She wanted to see
Clay's reaction when they both pulled their shirts off at the same time.
Britt finished undoing her buttons, but held her shirt closed as she quirked a smile in Clay’s direction. “You sure you don't mind if we get
comfortable, do you?”
He made a sound that was half laugh, half groan. “Feel free.”
Shawna noticed his voice was a little tight. A quick glance at his crotch told her that wasn't the only thing strained. They were going to have
to get those jeans off him soon or he'd start losing blood flow to his lower extremities.
Britt flashed her a big smile, and nodded slightly. As if they were synchronized strippers, she and Britt slid their shirts off their shoulders
and let them drop to the floor.
And wouldn't you know it—they’d both worn the same pink, lacy bra. Clay definitely noticed.
“You two sure you didn't plan this?”
Britt laughed. “No, we didn't plan this. You're just one lucky cowboy, I guess.”
“Damn right about that.”
With a growl, he slowly moved a hand up each of their sides to trace his fingers around the cups of their bras. Even though he wasn't close
to Shawna’s nipples, they stiffened, poking against the silky material of her bra. Clay shifted his hand, making little circles over the fabric-
covered nipple with his thumb. She moaned, unable to help herself.
Britt laughed softly. “Looks like Shawna has some sensitive nipples—make sure you remember that, Clay.”
“Oh, I'll remember. Don't worry.” He applied a little more pressure with his thumb, eliciting another moan, deeper this time. “I wonder how
much louder she'll moan when I suckle on them?”
“Why don't we find out,” Britt suggested.
Shawna's eyes popped open as she felt fingers working the clasp of her bra behind her back. How had Clay gotten his hand back there
when he didn’t even seem to be reaching around her? As her bra slipped off her shoulders, she realized it was Britt who’d unsnapped the
Shawna resisted the urge to give into her shyness and cover her breasts as her bra fell away. Her nipples tightened almost painfully as
Clay and Britt gazed at her. The appreciation in their eyes made her pussy gush with desire. She almost blushed at the thought of what
they’d say when they pulled off her panties and discovered how wet she was.
Clay cupped her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers coming up to tweak her nipples. “You have beautiful breasts, Shawna.”
“Mmm,” she breathed. She probably should have thanked him, but it was difficult to talk with him doing what he was doing.
He squeezed a little harder and she gasped out loud. Clay chuckled. “Definitely sensitive. I'd love to suck on these beautiful nipples right
now—you okay with that?”
Why the heck wouldn't she be? Shawna opened her mouth to say yes when she suddenly remembered Britt. She looked at her friend,
hoping Britt wouldn’t think she was hogging Clay again, but Britt was biting her lip, her attention focused on what Clay was doing. She must
have felt Shawna's eyes on her because she looked up quickly. Her face colored when she realized Shawna had caught her watching.
“Do you mind if Clay sucks on my nipples?” Britt had been letting her have most of the bull rider’s attention since it was her first time with
him. She didn't want to take advantage of her best friend's hospitality. Shawna smiled. “I promise not to tire out his mouth too much.”
Britt laughed. “I happen to know for a fact that Clay's mouth can go all night, so have at it.”
Shawna turned back to Clay. “I guess you have your answer, cowboy. Do your best.”
She expected him to bend his head and gently take a nipple in his lips, but apparently that wasn't Clay's style.
Instead, he took her shoulders firmly in his hands and backed her up until she was pressed against the wall. Then he captured both her
wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above her head.
Okay, that was…different. But definitely arousing.
Giving her a lazy smile, Clay slowly cupped her breast, lifting it up as he leaned forward to wrap his lips around the very tip of her nipple.
“Oh, God,” she breathed.
Britt had been right—Clay's mouth was divine.
As he suckled forcefully on her achingly stiff nipple, nipping with his teeth and laving with his tongue, she writhed uncontrollably. Now she
knew why Clay had pinned her hands to the wall—to keep her from getting away. Not that she wanted to get away, of course.
Clay released that nipple and moved smoothly to her other breast, giving equal attention to that one as his hand continued to sweetly
torture the now very sensitized tip of the breast he’d just teased.
Britt came over to lean against the wall beside her, watching with obvious interest as Clay ravaged her nipples and breasts. She leaned
close to Shawna's ear.
“Was I right?” she whispered. “That mouth of his is pure magic, isn't it?”
“Mm-hmm.” She cooed as Clay flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth again. “I could let him do this all
Clay held her pinned to the wall for so long while he suckled first one breast, then the other, that Shawna thought he might do just that. The
hands holding her wrists weren't just controlling her now—they were holding her up. Her knees had turned to Jello.
By the time Clay finally lifted his head to look at her with those sinfully sexy, dark eyes of his, he had to slip an arm around her to help her
keep her feet. Good heavens, she was panting like she'd just run a race.
Shawna tipped her head back against the wall and regarded him from under her lashes. “That was amazing.”
Clay gave her a wicked grin. “That was just foreplay. Wait til I get you completely naked. Then comes the amazing part.”