“Are we right?” Ked asked again.
She should say no, tell them that they had her all wrong. If she did, they’d almost certainly head off looking for another score. But she couldn’t do that. It wasn’t in her nature.
“Truthfully?” she asked.
They both nodded.
“Then yes, I’m exactly the kind of woman you think I am. I’d rock your world—if I ever slept with you.”
Mack shook his head. “Not at all. Watching a pretty woman is never boring. Especially since I’m spending my time imagining what you’re going to look like naked later.
Beside him, Ked snorted. “Keep imagining because you’re never going to see her naked. Unless she lets me take a picture of her to give to you, that is.”
Mack let out a short laugh. “You got it all wrong. Team roping is for men who don’t have the balls to rope up a cow by themselves.”
“Got that right,” Ked agreed.
“I don’t know,” Dallas mused. “I think the idea of two men working together to tie up a woman is pretty damn manly. Not to mention sexy as hell.”
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.”
“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.
Fortunately, Mack didn’t make her wait long. She felt his hands slide under the bottom of her open shirt, mentally tracking the movement as they moved up her side, then along her ribs, and finally up to cup her breasts. Dallas moaned against Ked’s mouth as Mack began to squeeze her breasts firmly through the material of her bra. Thank God she’d worn one of her fancy lace numbers and not a plain cotton one.
Mack pressed up against her back, grinding himself slowly against her ass, making her moan again. He pushed aside her hair with gentle fingers and put his mouth to the curve of her neck.
As if not wanting to be outdone, Ked drew her lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. Keeping one hand in her hair, he skimmed the other down her body to rest on her hip, casually tugging her against his hard-on.
Dallas trembled so hard it would have been impossible for the two men to miss it. She wasn’t sure what made her react that way—the question itself, or the fact that she’d indeed had that fantasy a good many times.
Ked grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
She narrowed her eyes at them. “If you two make me wait one more minute, I’m going behind this bar for my shotgun.”
Ked chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Taking her hand, he spun her around so she was sitting parallel with the length of the bar, then jumped up on it with her and positioned himself between her legs in a matter of seconds. She felt like a calf being taken down like a well-trained cowboy—which Ked obviously was.
He chuckled. “I’m a cowboy—it sorta comes with the job description.”
A tremor ran through her. She was practically bouncing in anticipation.
Mack crouched back down in front of her. “Got a question for you, Dallas.”
Not exactly what she’d expected her dark-haired cowboy to do, but okay. “Go for it.”
“Have you ever been spanked?”
“Why do I have to choose? If you do me slow and easy, I might be able to handle it if you take turns.” She gave them her newly patented, sexy, raised-eyebrow look. “How does that sound?”
“That sounds real good,” Ked agreed. “But you just said we should handle this as a team, why don’t we do it that way?”
She tried not to look too dense. “O-kay. What exactly do you mean?”
Mack leaned in and grazed her ear with his lips while Ked did the same to the other.
“Ked means,” Mack whispered in her ear, “that one of us will be in your ass.”
“And the other will be in your pussy,” Ked finished. “At the same time.”