Page 15 of Claimed By the Cowboys

I nod and stand. “You know what? I think it’s time to head home.” I stretch, and Bo widens his eyes at me like I’m embarrassing him.

“You need a ride some place?” I ask Brandy.

“Yeah, she does,” Annie says, straightening her birthday crown. “You got something big and impressive she could ride on?”

Brandy fixes her friend with a wide-eyed stare of mortification. “Home if that’s okay,” she says, still trying to pretend she isn’t leaving her friend's birthday bash to get railed into next week by two cowboys.

Jeez. Just thinking about what we’re going to do to her stiffens my dick.

“Sure, no problem,” Bo says. He stands, and Brandy follows.

“See y’all at work. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Annie shakes her head at her friend. “I’m pretending you’re leaving to have more fun. If you’re actually going home and putting that sparkly top to waste, I’ll never cover another of your shifts again.”

“Yes, you will,” Brandy says, waving as she follows Bo. We weave our way outside, and as soon as we’re in the warm evening air, she shoves my shoulder playfully. “You two are trouble. Serious trouble. I’m going to be the subject of tongue wagging for the rest of the year.”

“Best kind of trouble,” I say cheerfully, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “The kind that’ll make you forget your own name for a few hours. Then bring you coffee exactly how you like it in the morning.”

Her eyebrows lift. “You don’t know how I like my coffee.”

I lean close, letting my breath gust over her ear. “There’s an easy way to fix that, Brandy. All you gotta do is tell us what you want. Coffee. Sex. Snacks. Foot rubs. A serenade. The world is your oyster, and we are at your full disposal.”

She shivers and lets out a startled laugh as I draw back to look down at her. Man, she’s pretty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that dark, with golden centers, and framed by such long lashes. Her nose is gently curved and her cheeks high and rounded at the apples. She’s exactly the kind of woman who lingers in my fantasies.

“You know, Bo’s been talking about you for two straight months.”

Her attention drifts to Bo, who’s unlocking the truck. A small smile tugs at the corners of her fire-engine red lips. “You talk too much, Jensen… spilling your brother’s secrets.”

“Somebody has to make up for my brother’s strong-and-silent routine.” I lean in closer again, voice dropping just for her. “Besides… I can’t wait to hear all the pretty sounds you make when you stop thinking so hard.”

She takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders like she’s facing a firing squad, and nods. “Okay. Let’s… let’s do this. Before I change my mind and remember I have responsibilities and a mother who would faint dead away if she knew.”

Bo cups her jaw gently, tilting her face. “You deserve this, Brandy. One night. Ten nights. However many you’ll let us give you. Let us take care of you.” He leans down to kiss her temple. “We’ve got you, sweetheart.”

She melts a little, the surrender Bo talked about clear as day. I can already picture her warm brown skin beneath our hands and those thick curls spread across the pillow. I can already imagine how she’ll sound when we finally get her between us.

I grin down at her, my heart pounding with anticipation and something deeper.

“Ready to let go, darlin’?”

Brandy looks at both of us, her eyes bright with nerves, heat, and anticipation.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m ready.”

***

The ride to the motel is quiet but charged. Brandy sits between us on the bench seat of Bo’s truck, her glittery silver top catching the passing streetlights, the curve of her breasts tantalizing me until my dick is hard and my knee is jumping. Every time my hand rests on her thigh or Bo’s fingers brush her knee, she shifts, pressing her legs together like she’s struggling to hold herself together. I keep up a steady stream of easy teasing, telling her how pretty she looks, promising her the softest pillows and the warmest hands until she’s laughing and relaxing by degrees.

When we pull into the motel parking lot, the same simple place Bo took her to that first night, the neon vacancy sign buzzes overhead like an old friend. Bo parks near the side entrance. For a moment, none of us moves.

Brandy lets out a nervous breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again.”

I turn toward her, cupping her jaw gently so she has to look at me. “You’re safe, darlin’. We’ve got all night to take care of you. No rush.”

“I should know better,” she says.

“Sex isn’t something to feel guilty about.”