The lights were dim as Angie
entered Ryan’s bedroom. His masculine scent and the woodsy
cologne he used were prevalent in the air. The furniture was
southwest style. His king-size bed was yellow pine with large
bedposts. The smell of sulfur rose briefly as Ryan lit
tea-lights along the mantelpiece, and Wade started a fire in the
The mood was soft, sexy, and Angie couldn’t wait to be
touched by these two strong men. She drew her attention back to
the bed and a wave of excitement dampened her panties. That was
when she heard soft music begin to play in the background.
These men knew what enhanced a women’s sexuality. Tonight her
fantasy would come true.
But what about tomorrow? The little voice in her head rose,
but she vanquished it. She wouldn’t look any further than
Angie startled when she felt Ryan’s palms on her shoulder. He
leaned in close, his breath a warm whisper across her skin. “Lay
down on the bed.”
The clicking of her heels against the marble floor made her
tense. It was really going to happen. The man who had wreaked
havoc with her hormones would be hers tonight. Add to that a
sexy cowboy and Angie couldn’t ask for more.
Clad in only her bra, thong, garter belt, silk stockings and
heels, she slinked across his dark brown velour comforter. It
was soft across her skin as she lay upon her back.
“Fucking hot,” Wade growled his approval.
Ryan remained quiet. Flickering shadows danced across his
face, giving him a mysterious quality.
Both men began to take their shirts off at the same time.
Angie’s pulse leaped. They were amazing. Where Wade was hard
muscle, obviously built from physical labor, Ryan was sculpted
by hours in the gym. She couldn’t wait to thread her fingers
through the light covering of hair on their chests. Kiss where
the hair swirled around their belly buttons, and then move down
further with her tongue and mouth to taste them.
Wade started to take off his cowboy hat, but Angie said, “No.
Keep it on.”
His chuckle was deep and sexy. “You want a cowboy, darlin’?”
“Oh yeah. I want both of you.”
Wade reached in his duffle bag and extracted a piece of rope
and a small remnant of material that look like velvet.
“Lock your fingers together and raise your arms above your
head,” Ryan directed.
When her fingers folded together, her heart crashed against
her chest. She was really going through with this?
Wade wrapped the soft velvet around her wrists before he
looped the rope over it and fastened it to the headboard of the
bed. She felt the strain of the muscles in her arms. A quiver
slithered up her backbone releasing a flood of moisture between
her thighs. Her breasts felt heavy, aching to be touched.
The bed moaned beneath their weight as both men sat on the
edge, one on each side of the bed, and began to remove their
shoes and socks.
What they did next, she didn’t expect.
Each man cradled one of her feet, slipping off her heels,
which they tossed over their shoulders. The shoes made a thud
when they hit the floor. Their warm hands cupped her feet,
taking away the chill. As if they had done this a million times,
in unison they smoothed their palms over each foot from the toes
up around her ankles and then back. Carefully, they stretched
each joint, sliding them from base to tip between their thumb
and index finger. Their touch through her silky stockings was
wicked. When they pressed gently all over the soles of her feet
she moaned softly. With feathered strokes they drew their
fingers over her feet toward her toes then back up to focus on
her ankles and calves.
She felt like a decadent piece of chocolate beneath the sun,
slowly melting into their touch. Every muscle relaxed beneath
Each garter made a snapping sound as they disengaged them
from her stockings. Then smoothly the two men drew her hose down
her thighs, until the silky material slipped from her feet.
Without a word, they used her stockings to secure each of her
ankles to a bedpost at the foot of the bed. Spread eagle, her
arousal flushed across her body as two sets of male eyes scanned
her splayed body.
Desire flared in Ryan’s eyes. “Looks like we have a problem.”
With a knuckle, Wade inched his Stetson higher. His eyes
reflected the same heat of passion. “What’s that, partner?”
“Our woman still has her thong on, and with her legs tied we
can’t remove it.”
Wade dug in his pants pocket and extracted a folding knife.
It made a sharp click as he opened it. “Looks like we’ll have to
cut it off.”
Angie’s breathing elevated. The way they looked at her and
the smooth cadence of their voices made her pussy clench. They
were unbelievably sexy. She squirmed, pulling against her
restraints. She needed to be fucked now.
The scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils as Wade drew
closer. His fingers dipped beneath one side of her thong. The
material snapped, giving way to the sharp blade that slid across
the material. He did the same thing to the other side, then
peeled her thong from her heated body. Cool air touched her
Wade placed the knife next to her garter belt when Ryan
spoke. “Leave it. I like how it frames that beautiful patch of
hair between her thighs.” Leaning forward, he placed a kiss upon
“Would you like to see what this lacy bra is hiding?” Wade
asked Ryan as he slipped his knife back into his jeans.
“Oh yeah. Take it off.”