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Inside the bank vault room was the primary access tunnel connecting the Old West Town park with the private residence compound. Housed underground for ease of passage between the two places, the tunnel had several battery-operated golf carts charged up and ready to make the five-mile journey back and forth.

Kendall wondered if Logan had taken Jocelyn to their home. He walked in that direction, but when he passed the alley again, another possible and closer meeting place occurred to him.

Logan was the stable master in town. On the second floor at the back of the town’s stable was a private office. It wasn’t open to the public, but there had been more than one zealous visitor in the past that had tried to get inside. That was all he needed today.

Someone would bash the door in, and find the two of them going at it. Logan would have her wrists tied to something, the bed, the wall sconce, the desk. He’d be fucking her wildly as Reggie—with his sixth sense for finding any sniff of sexual activity—would burst in with his phone set to videotape and record their enthusiastic climaxes. Thinking about the whole sexy scenario made his dick stir.

Kendall headed in that direction. He had a master key to open any door in town. Hoping Logan had been smart and taken her to the private compound, Kendall planned to take a quick peek just to make sure. It had been a while since they’d shared a woman. Long past due, in his opinion.

If Logan had taken her to their home, Kendall hoped he was invited to join them for threesome sex later.

One second after Jocelyn said the word, “Stagecoach,” Logan let her go, was off of her, and had seated himself at the opposite end of the sofa. She actually hadn’t expected that he’d move so fast. He was still breathing hard. His eyes were closed and when she leaned up onto her elbows she could still see his huge cock outlined in the front of his jeans.

“Are you okay?” he asked. When she lifted her gaze from his blatant hard-on to his face, she noted that he looked a little bit pensive. He ran a hand over the top of his head, ruffling his hair.

“Yes.”

A smile shaped his lips. “You didn’t think I’d stop, did you?”

She laughed. “No. I didn’t.”

“Think you can trust me now?”

“Maybe.” She sat up and added, “So is your original proposal still an option?”

His head turned. “You mean, the one where you go first and then it’s my turn?”

She nodded.

“Absolutely.” He looked a little relieved.

“And I can trust you?”

“Trust is what it’s all about.”

“Good.” Jocelyn stood up and promptly pulled her shirt over her head. Tossing it over one shoulder, she then kicked her shoes off one by one, and loosened her jeans by unbuttoning and then unzipping them.

She shimmied out of them and pulled her socks off. He watched her, his eyes focused directly on each of her movements. As with probably many women, Jocelyn didn’t much like her body. Her breasts were too small, her hips a bit too wide, and her limited sexual history was not much to write home about. She had, however, often fantasized about what she’d do with a willing man if she had the nerve and the green light to do what she wanted. Jocelyn had an old familiar outline of a sexual scenario already spinning in her head. One she’d considered a time or two before while alone and horny, but had never been in a position to try with a man before.

Having Logan as her lover and with him also being a stranger made her secret desires much easier to consider and act out.

She motioned him to stand up. He stood and moved closer, but his gaze traveled up and down her body a few times along the way. She hoped he could tolerate what he saw.

Centering him before the sofa, Jocelyn unbuttoned his shirt, pulling the bottom edge out of his jeans. His muscular upper body displayed a sexy patch of hair between flat brown nipples. She leaned forward and kissed the center of his chest once. She then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the single button beneath, and unzipped his fly. He wore boxers. His cock was not as rigid as it had been when he’d pinned her to the sofa.

Time to do something about that. Jocelyn slipped her hand between the waist of his boxers and his taut skin, wrapping her fingers around his smooth cock. He sucked in a breath, but otherwise didn’t speak.

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