Beauty must have sensed Karleigh the moment she walked into the barn because the mare whinnied in greeting at her. Lips curving into a smile, Karleigh took a sugar cube from the basket and held it out to the horse. The mare gently took the treat from Karleigh’s outstretched palm, then nuzzled her hand affectionately. Karleigh ran her hand over the mare’s silky chestnut coat with sigh. On the other side of the barn, Loverboy and Highwayman stuck their heads out of their stalls to look longingly at the female horse. Compared to Beauty’s love life, hers didn’t seem nearly as complicated, Karleigh thought. If she was careful and did some strategic planning, she could keep seeing both Holden and Mav without either of them finding out. How hard could it be?
The sound of the door opening interrupted her before she could answer that question. Startled, she turned to see Holden and Mav walking into the barn. Her stomach did a crazy little backflip at the sight of them. It should be illegal to be in a room with two guys this gorgeous.
Mav gave her a grin. “Where were you hiding all day?”
Had it been that obvious? Karleigh ran her hands down the front of her short, silk robe. She wished she’d worn something a little less revealing, but she hadn’t expected anyone to be on the ranch. Not that it would have mattered. Both men were undressing her with their eyes anyway. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she stifled a moan.
“I went shopping with Heather in Colorado Springs,” she said.
Holden hooked his thumbs in his belt, his fingers resting lightly on the big buckle. Karleigh heard somewhere that when a man did that, it meant he was thinking about sex.
“Mav said you two went for a ride and a picnic yesterday.”
Oh crap. She reached up to nervously tuck her long, blonde hair behind her ear. “Um, yeah.”
“You know,” Holden continued. “You should have told me you liked anal sex. We could have tried it out the other night.”
Karleigh stared at Mav in shock, unable to believe he’d told Holden they’d slept together. But why wouldn’t he? Mav had no idea she’d wanted to keep it a secret.
She tensed, bracing herself for the anger she was sure was headed her way, but to her surprise—and relief—neither man looked angry. In fact, they were grinning.
She looked from one to the other. “You’re not mad?
“Why would we be mad?” Holden asked.
She thought it would have been obvious. “Because I slept with both of you.”
“Oh. That.” Mav chuckled. “You’re a whole lot of filly. We don’t mind sharing you.”
She blinked. “You don’t?”
His dark eyes took on that smolder she was coming to recognize. “As long as we do it at the same time. Or more precisely, do you at the same time.” He slanted Holden a glance. “Isn’t that right?”
Holden’s grin broadened. “That’s right.”
Her eyes went wide. “You mean, like a threesome?”
Mav nodded. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that.”
Karleigh chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. She’d never had a threesome, but the chance to have sex with two incredibly hot guys was too good to pass up.
She looked at them from beneath lowered lashes, her heart beating a little faster. “I didn’t say that.”
“So, what are you saying?” Holden asked.
“Just that I’ve never actually had sex with two men before,” she said. “But I’m all about trying new things. Especially when they sound like they’re going to be so much fun.”
Mav’s dark eyes flared. “Is that a yes?”
She gave them a sultry smile. “It’s most definitely a yes.”
And the Ranch Hand Makes Three
She got to see Blaine’s skill as a ranch hand again the next day when Clint asked him to help break in Ginger, a new horse they’d recently picked up. Ginger was already comfortable being around her husband, and she was glad to see the mare took to Blaine just as quickly. If Ginger hadn’t, the ranch hand would never have been able to break her in.
Just because Ginger was okay with Blaine, that didn’t mean getting the bridle on her the first time was any easier. But Blaine was patient with the mare, gently coaxing the bit between her teeth, then slipping the bridle over her head. He and Clint let Ginger get used to wearing it before introducing her to a saddle. Clint held the reins while Blaine put on the saddle. Or tried to, anyway. Ginger clearly wasn’t too sure about having something on her back, no matter how comfortable she was with the men. Once again, Blaine didn’t rush her. Instead he sweet-talked her into letting him put it on her using soft words and a gentle hand.
As Heather perched on the fence watching, she couldn’t help but be impressed. Not to mention ridiculously turned on by what probably shouldn’t have been arousing at all. But Clint and Blaine had taken off their shirts. Seeing two buff bare-chested cowboys, their muscles glistening with sweat, did that to a girl. Luckily for her, they still had a lot of work to do.
After giving Ginger a chance to get used to the saddle, Clint held the mare steady while Blaine attempted to mount her. She got a little skittish at first, but after thirty minutes or so, the ranch hand was finally able to sit astride her. Blaine reached down and patted the mare’s neck reassuringly. When it came to breaking in a horse, though, getting her used to a rider sitting on her back was just half of it, and Blaine had to mount and dismount several times until Ginger was completely accepting of him. Then the real work began—riding her.
Heather held her breath as Blaine urged the mare to walk forward. A lot of horses instinctively bucked, and Ginger was no different. She took a few steps, then kicked her back legs up.
Heather gasped, her nails digging into the wood fence as Blaine gained control of the horse. She had to admit she didn’t mind watching his gorgeous muscles flex while he did it, but she was terrified he was going to fall off. Somehow, though, he managed to rein Ginger in and calm her down before she could toss him, and soon the mare was walking around the corral again.
Blaine grinned at Heather as Ginger trotted by. Heather smiled back, amazed at how relaxed the mare seemed now. Their new ranch hand definitely had a way with the female persuasion, that was for sure.
Blaine rode Ginger around the corral half a dozen or so more times before he and Clint agreed that was enough for the mare’s first day. Heather jumped down from the fence and hurried over to them.
“Ginger looked great out there.” She resisted the urge to run her hand down Blaine’s sweat-soaked chest and settled for glancing at him as she patted the mare’s neck. “You’re very good with horses.”
His mouth quirked. “I’m good with anything I can ride.”
Heather heard Clint chuckle. She gave Blaine a smile as they walked toward the barn. “How about a further demonstration then? Tonight at the house, around say—” She looked questioningly at Clint. “Eight?”
“Fine by me,” her husband agreed.
She lifted a brow in Blaine’s direction.
He grinned. “I’ll be there.”
“I look forward to it,” she said. “And while I’d much rather stay and watch you two studs flex your muscles for the rest of the afternoon, I need to start dinner.”
She gave Clint a quick kiss, then flashed both men a smile and a wink before reluctantly turning and heading for the house.
Heather was just putting the casserole in the oven when Blaine came out of the barn. His bare chest still had a light sheen of sweat, thanks to the hour he’d spent cooling Ginger down before putting the mare in her stall, no doubt.
Eager for a better view of their new employee, Heather shut the oven door and moved to stand in front of the window above the sink. Outside, Blaine walked over to the spigot and turned it on. She watched as he washed his hands and forearms, enjoying the show he was unwittingly putting on for her when he doused his head and let the water run down his chest. The image made her think of the sex they’d had in the shower the other night, and her promise to him afterward that next time they did it, things would be even hotter.
Her lips curved at all the ways she could accomplish that, but she kept coming back to one in particular. It was hot, it was kinky and it was guaranteed to knock off his cowboy boots.