Team Roping: Buckle Bunnies Book Two by Paige TylerShe's not going to sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them! Two hunky cowboys, each motivated to please her like she's never been pleased before? How can a woman lose in a situation like this?
She's not going to sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them!
When two hot rodeo riders walk into Dallas O'Shea's bar, she can't help but notice them. Steer ropers Mack Carter and Ked Everett have set their sights on her, too, regardless of the fact that she's going to be mixing drinks until closing.
Any other time, she would have jumped at the chance to rope herself a hot stud like Mack or Ked - what woman didn't like a pair of cowboy boots under her bed now and then?
When closing time comes around, both men are still there. She can't choose between the two cowboys, so she tells them she won't sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them. She doesn't think they'll take her up on the offer - they look like they'd rather shoot each other before bedding her together. But they surprise her by agreeing - on one condition. Afterward, Dallas has to honestly tell them who was better in bed. Two hunky cowboys, each motivated to please her like she's never been pleased before? How can a woman lose in a situation like this?
For Dallas, it's going to be a night like she's never had, and for Mack and Ked, the night ends with the cowboys getting a chance to demonstrate two of their greatest talents - roping and riding. Yeehaw!
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Team Roping: Buckle Bunnies Book Two (Sample Chapter)
She's not going to sleep with either of them, unless she sleeps with both of them!
© Paige Tyler and Blushing Books, 2013
Dallas O'Shea shouldn't have been smiling, especially since she was still pissed about having to cover for one of her employees. But the bar was going to take in a good haul tonight, and that always made her happy. Then again, the reason she was going to make so much money was the same reason Sara was MIA—the rodeo was in town. Her best bartender was currently laid up in bed with a severe case of I'm-getting-so-much-rodeo-dick-that-I-can't-walk-itis. She and Sara had talked about it before, but unfortunately, it was a weakness the other woman couldn't seem to overcome.
Her gaze swept the crowded room as she mixed another rum and coke. She couldn't really blame her nymphomaniac bartender. There were a lot of hot cowboys roaming around Mesquite tonight—and they were all looking to get laid. There was something about the rodeo that got men—and women, for that matter—horny as hell.
She supposed it wasn't hard to understand why the men got so turned on. She'd ridden horses enough to know the kind of adrenaline rush that came with riding the big beasts. Throw in the big dangerous bulls, the thrill of competition and the roar of the crowd, and she could definitely see why every rodeo rider came walking into her bar with a tent pole in their 501s.
No doubt, the women knew that. Her place was packed with drooling women—known around here as buckle bunnies—willing to just about drive over their own mothers to get their hands on a hunky cowboy.
She'd been one of those women a time or two herself. She probably would have been one of them tonight—if she wasn't covering for Sara. Unfortunately, the drinks wouldn't pour themselves.
But while she might grumble about having to mix drinks and take orders for Buffalo wings, mini-sliders and nachos alongside her other regular bartender Caleb, she loved this part of the job. It gave her a chance to talk to people from all over the country. If she had to spend all her time in her office, she'd go bonkers.
Dallas bent to grab a couple beers from the fridge when she felt eyes on her. She turned to find two rodeo riders sitting at the far end of the bar giving her the full-on eye exam. If she didn't know better, she'd think she forgot to put on her jeans before coming to work because they were definitely attracted to something down there. Of course, they could simply be waiting for her to look their way so they could get her attention. But if that were the case, they'd be waving their arms in the air or whistling right now, not eyeing her ass like it was the last rib on the buffet.
She set the bottles of beer on the bar in front of the couple who'd ordered them, then wandered over to the men, throwing a little extra wiggle in her walk on the way. She enjoyed a man's attention as much as the next woman. And if she had two hotties eyeing her? Well, that was twice as good in her opinion.
She gave them a smile. "What can I get for you fellas?"
They blatantly scanned her up and down in a way that was about as far from subtle as you could get before one of them flashed her a devastating smile.
"Well, I guess that depends on what's on the menu."
"Smooth, Mack." The other man leaned forward with an equally gorgeous smile. "I'll take anything, ma'am, as long as it comes with a few minutes of your company."
Mack snorted. "That's because you'd only last a few minutes, Ked."
Dallas couldn't help laughing. "Sorry, boys, but I'm not on the menu."
Ked looked her up and down again, his hazel-green eyes lingering on her long, jean-clad legs and rounded breasts before meeting her gaze. "Well, now that's too bad because you definitely look good enough to eat."
Mack glared at his friend—at least she assumed the two men were friends—disgust in his chocolate brown eyes. "I can't believe you just used that lame-ass line. Why don't you save yourself any more embarrassment and just give up now?"
Dallas shook her head. Ah, so that's what was going on. She'd assumed this was the usual case of two randy cowboys coming on to their bartender. Hell, a woman who poured alcohol for a living? That was every cowboy's dream. She might even have taken one of them up on the offer—what woman didn't like a pair of cowboy boots under her bed now and then? But besides the fact that she'd be working all night, she had no desire to be a prize in what was obviously some testosterone-fueled pick-up competition.
"You're both wasting your time. I'm busy all night," she said, bringing their attention back to her. "But if you want a drink, I'm your gal. What'll you have?"
The men were silent for a moment before answering.
"Whiskey," Mack said. "Neat."
"Make that two," Ked added.
"I'll be right back with them."
Dallas turned and walked over to where the bottles of whiskey sat on a shelf along the back wall. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the two men throwing her interested looks in between chatting with each other. Taking down one of the bottles, she grabbed a pair of glasses and made her way back to them.
"I'm Mack Carter, by the way. This is Ked Everett."
"O'Shea. Like the name on the sign out front," Mack said. "This your place?"
"It is." She glanced at them as she poured their drinks. "You in town with rodeo?"
"Yeah." Ked gave her an apologetic look. "About before. Sorry if you took what we said the wrong way."
She lifted a brow. "You mean you two weren't trying to get me into bed?"
"Well, yeah. That's exactly what we were trying to do," Ked said without a trace of shame. "But we know you're busy and didn't mean to put a burr under your saddle."
"Thanks—I think." Dallas pushed their glasses toward them. "Don't get me wrong, fellas, I appreciate the attention, and any other night there'd be good odds one of you would end up naked in my bed. Unfortunately, for me and whichever one of you that might have turned out to be, you picked the wrong night to come wooing. I'll be right here behind this bar until closing, then I have to clean up the place. I wouldn't want to give you two the wrong idea and see you get angry when you realize you wasted your time."
She felt horrible to be so blunt with them, especially since she was serious—any other night she would have been coming onto them, their little competition be damned. They both had that confident way about them that told her they'd be a great roll in the hay. Damn, she was going to filet and deep fry Sara when she came in tomorrow. First, for the extra work, and then for making her lose out with one of these two.
Mack sipped his whiskey. "Why don't you let us decide if we're wasting our time or not? We're more than happy to have a few drinks and chat with you whenever you get the time."
Dallas shrugged. "Okay, but consider yourselves warned."
True to their word, Mack and Ked hung around, talking to her whenever she went down to that end of the bar. She had to admit, they were charming as hell. Unlike most men she'd run into, they seemed more than willing to carry on a conversation about something other than themselves—that was definitely a plus in her book. They asked her about the bar, how long she'd owned it, whether she always mixed drinks and took food orders.
"I'm here most every night, but you're right, I don't usually work behind the bar this much," she told them. "I'm stuck covering for my best bartender."
"She sick?" Mack said.
Dallas shook her head. "Sara feels fine, trust me." She almost laughed at their looks of confusion. "My bartender seems to come down sick every time there's a rodeo in town. And when she comes back to work tomorrow? Let's just say she'll be walking a little bowlegged."
Both men chuckled at that.
"So she's a buckle bunny," Mack said.
Dallas laughed. "You could say that, yeah."
"I'm surprised you haven't fired her," Ked added. "If she takes off and leaves you in a lurch that much, I mean."
A heavyset guy at the other end of the bar whistled for a refill on his beer. Dallas gave him a wave, letting him know she'd seen him.
"I wouldn't do that. Like I said, she's my best bartender. And besides, I can't really blame her for wanting to get a cowboy between her thighs. Everyone knows there's no better ride than a rodeo ride." She smiled. "I'm jealous, not angry."
That probably wasn't the best thing to say if she wanted to convince Mack and Ked they were wasting their time hanging around. Since she had other customers to keep happy, she didn't wait to see what the two men made of her answer.
After working through half a dozen thirsty cowboys and cowgirls crowding around the bar—not to mention the waitresses shouting drink orders to her from the rail—she discovered that Mack and Ked were still where she'd left them, waiting patiently and slowly nursing their drinks. When they grinned at her, she couldn't help but smile back. It wasn't every day a woman had two hot guys vying for her attention.
She headed their way—just to see if they needed refills on their whiskey, of course—only to stop in her tracks as two women dressed to show off their assets sidled up to Mack and Ked. From the way they were drooling over the men it was obvious they were professional buckle bunnies.
Dallas frowned. She'd done her best to dissuade Mack and Ked, and now it looked like they were going to focus their attention on someone other than her. She should have been glad. Then why was she feeling the irritating sting of jealousy?
Oh get over it, she told herself as she turned to pour a glass of wine for a woman who was clearly in the wrong part of town and seemed pretty happy about it. She immediately followed that order up with a flurry of snack requests from a group of hungry bull riders. Four bowls of chili, loaded potato skins and an order of Buffalo wings. Damn, those guys could sock away the food.
When she finally had a second to catch her breath, she glanced over at where Mack and Ked had been sitting, expecting them to be gone, but they were still there. The two women were nowhere in sight.
She'd be damned. These boys were really serious.
She probably shouldn't have, but her ego demanded she go over and get the details of what had transpired. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the way.
"What happened, fellas?" She splashed some whiskey into each of their glasses. "The way those two women were hanging all over you, I thought for sure they were going to drag you off."
Ked shook his head. "They weren't exactly our type."
Dallas set the bottle on the bar and leaned closer. Her long, dark hair fell over her shoulder to brush the polished wood. "What exactly is your type then. Because those two certainly seemed cute enough."
"Cute," Mack agreed. "But they're not you."
Someone halfway down the bar whistled for her attention, but she ignored them. Caleb would take care of them. "And what makes me so special?"
"Besides the fact that you're the most beautiful woman either of us has ever seen?" Mack's dark eyes smoldered as they bore into hers. "You're different—I can tell just by looking at you. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you smile. Everything about you screams that you're a woman who knows how to make love to a man just the way he likes it."
Her pulse did a little hitch-kick. "And how would that be?"
She shouldn't be leading them on like this—especially if she wasn't going to follow through with it—but their comments had her seriously curious.
"We both want a woman who gives as good as she gets," Ked answered for both of them. "A woman who isn't afraid to tell a man what she needs to get off, and isn't ashamed of it. We're guessing you're exactly that kind of woman. Are we right?"
Dallas hesitated, looking from one man to the other. The lust in their eyes was obvious and intense.
Several more customers were calling for her attention now. She couldn't put them off much longer. This place was her livelihood.
"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."
Dallas turned and walked away, both to take care of her demanding customers and to keep Mack and Ked from seeing the huge grin on her face. The sexual taunt had been silly, but it was thrilling to think how hard it was probably making both of them right then.
Unfortunately, work kept her busy for the next two hours so she couldn't go back over and check, but each time she glanced at her favorite corner of the bar, Mack and Ked were still there. While they were laughing and joking with the other people sitting nearby, they were mostly focused on her. She reached for the bottle of whiskey so she could pour them another refill, but put it back when she realized they hadn't even touched the drinks she'd gotten them earlier. In her experience, that was practically unheard of for a rodeo cowboy—unless they were thinking about getting some.
She gave them a smile as she walked over. "Aren't you two getting bored sitting around here watching me work?"
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."
Dallas couldn't help but laugh at the sophomoric barbs being thrown back and forth between the two men. They seemed to think the only way either one of them would win her was if they beat the other one.
"From the way you've been working me all night, I'd have pegged you as a calf roping team, but I don't think I've ever seen two partners ever rip each other so hard."
"Team roping?" Ked gave her a horrified look. "Bite your tongue, woman. We're steer ropers."
Dallas had heard there was a rivalry between team ropers and steer ropers, but never understood it. They both clearly took skill.
"Steer roping?" she teased. "Isn't that for guys who just can't work well together?"
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."
She slipped off while their jaws were still bouncing on the bar, not bothering to hide her grin. Let them make of that what they would.
As she worked, she made sure to keep an eye on her cowboys this time. Since it looked like they were going to hang around until closing, she supposed she couldn't do any less. She even made sure to throw them a shot or two of her bending over to get brews out of the fridge—just to keep them encouraged.
"How long you boys staying in town?" Dallas asked in between pouring drinks.
It was the same question she'd asked a lot of her customers that night. So what if she had an ulterior motive in this case?
"Two days." Ked told her. "We're staying through the weekend so we can do some sponsor work on Monday."
"Sounds like fun. What hotel are you two staying in?"
Okay, so she hadn't asked anyone else that question. But she was simply making small talk.
Mack took a handful of pretzels from the bowl on the bar. "I'm staying at the Westin, right around the corner. Ked is sleeping in the cab of his truck."
Ked smirked. "Funny." He looked at Dallas. "I'm at the Westin, too, but I'm sure your place is a lot roomier than a tiny hotel room. Do you live nearby?"
"About fifteen minutes," she said. "If you take your time."
His mouth curved into a sinfully delicious smile. "Oh, I always take my time."
Mack snorted and mumbled something under his breath about Ked always taking his time roping a steer as well.
Dallas laughed. These two couldn't resist ribbing each other, could they? She would have asked which of them won their little steer roping competition earlier that night, but her other bartender hollered at her from the other end of the bar. She sighed. Damn. And this conversation was just getting good.
"Work calls," she told Mack and Ked. "See you later."
Caleb wanted to know how to make a cosmic screwdriver. It wasn't something her regulars usually ordered so she couldn't blame him too much for not knowing how to mix it. Luckily, she did. As she set the drink in front of the woman who'd ordered it, Dallas glanced at the clock mounted above the neon beer sign in back of the bar. It was after one A.M. Less than an hour to closing time.
Her gaze went to Mack and Ked. They were both lounging back on their bar stools, looking more handsome than two men had a right to be. Since they'd hung around this long, they obviously weren't going anywhere. For the first time, she started thinking she might really end up with company for the evening.
But which one would she take home with her? Whoever it was, they were definitely going to her place. She wasn't a hotel kind of girl.
She gave them a careful perusal as she rinsed out the blender she'd used to make the cosmic screwdriver. They were both damn hot, each in his own unique way.
Ked was broader and more muscular. Mack had that lean, wiry look that so many rodeo riders possessed. Ked's hair was a bit shorter than Mack's, but she'd have no problem getting her fingers lost in either man's.
Both men were at least a foot taller than she was—that was important. She liked a guy who could pull her into his arms and make her melt. That didn't work out so well when a woman was taller than her man.
Both had that slight stubble on their jaws she found so attractive. Her hand just itched to caress all that scruff.
Both had very interesting bulges in their jeans, too—bulges that made her mouth water with delight at the thought of how well-endowed they must be.
Hell, both men even had damn near perfect boots on—she'd caught a glimpse when she'd leaned over the bar to talk to them earlier.
So, how was she supposed to decide between them?
She didn't know, but figured she couldn't go wrong either way. Something told her both men would be championship buckle material in the sack. The image made her pussy suddenly throb. She would have slid her hand down for a caress or two, but the customers probably would have noticed her playing with herself.
Dallas bit her lip to stifle a moan and glanced at the clock again. One-thirty. It was a little early to give last call, but she did it anyway. The regulars grumbled at that, but she pacified them quickly enough by announcing the final round was on the house.
Mack and Ked both looked relieved to hear it was closing time. To her surprise, they grabbed some towels from behind the bar and wiped down the tables as customers slowly trickled out. They sure were eager to get her into bed, weren't they? She almost told them they didn't have to help, but then she got a look at their jean-clad butts as they turned to put the chairs up on the tables and forgot what she'd been going to say. Damn, those were some great asses.
Since she had two men more than willing to help clean up the place, Dallas let Caleb and the waitresses go early. Her cook, Marsala, left as soon as she cleaned up the kitchen and put away the leftovers.
As Dallas watched the two men sweep the floor—while eyeing each other like a pair of ornery bulls—she called cabs for the patrons too blasted to walk home, much less drive. She was grateful to Mack and Ked for helping her get those who'd over-imbibed into their rides when they got there. That was usually the worst job of the night, but for the rodeo cowboys rustling drunks was probably nothing compared to manhandling a couple hundred pounds of pissed-off steer.
"I need to do some paperwork before I leave," she said as they closed the door behind the last of the customers. "You'll both be here when I come out of the office, right?"
"I can't speak for Ked, but I'm not going anywhere," Mack said.
"Me, either," Ked agreed.
Her lips curved. She hoped that'd be their answer.
Dallas quickly counted up the credit card receipts and cash, then locked everything in the safe in her office. It took a few more minutes to handle the accounting books. Mostly because she was preoccupied with the two horny cowboys out there cleaning up for her as she marked down Sara as being out while throwing some overtime cash to her other workers for handling the big rodeo rush so well. What the heck was she going to do with Mack and Ked?
They were both gorgeous as sin, both obviously interested in her, and both looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun. In other words, both were perfect for her. Unfortunately, there was no practical way to choose between them.
She supposed she could ask each man for a kiss and see which was better. Kind of like test driving a car. Then again, maybe that wasn't the best idea. As competitive as these two were, it'd likely start a fist fight between them, and she'd be left with a busted-up bar and no sex.
Sighing, she turned off the light and walked out of her office to find her potential bedmates leaning casually back against the bar and looking good enough to eat. It was useless. There was no way she could choose between them.
Why should she have to?
Dallas almost gasped at the thought. What was she saying, that she wanted to have a threesome with them? It was something she'd always fantasized about—didn't every woman? But that had only been a fantasy. She'd never imagine doing it for real. Here was her chance. Only a fool would pass that up.
Of course, she had no idea if these two cowboys would go for it.
They'd turned down the lights in the bar until the place felt more like an old-fashioned saloon than a modern cowboy bar. She liked it—the darkened room set the perfect ambience for what she intended.
They had also flipped the switch on the welcome light in the front window. Now it read Closed—Come Back Real Soon!
These two thought of everything.
Everything except the possibility that she wanted to sleep with both of them, she'd wager.
Dallas put a little extra wiggle in her walk as she approached the two men. Their gazes slid down her body like warm honey to settle on her swaying hips. She had their undivided attention—good.
She came to a halt in front of them, then made a point of looking at the bar which they'd not only cleaned, but polished too, as well as the stacks of crated glassed they'd washed and dried.
"Thanks for all the help," she said. "If you hadn't, I'd be stuck here for another hour."
"No problem." Mack grinned. "I think I can speak for Ked when I say we definitely had an ulterior motive."
She let a slow, sexy smile pull up the corners of her lips. "Really? And what motive is that?"
Mack pushed away from the bar to close the distance between them. This near, she could smell his cologne and that unmistakable scent of pure masculine yumminess. Dang, it was amazing how arousing a man's scent could be.
"Oh, I think you know," he said in that soft rumbling voice of his. "The sooner we close up this bar, the sooner one of us gets your clothes off."
The blatant confidence in his words made little goose bumps chase each other across her skin. She licked her lips.
"That's a pretty good motive."
"Yeah, it is." Ked nudged Mack aside and moved in front of her. "And I think you're as interested in getting your clothes off as we are. The only thing you have to decide is who's going to get to see you naked—me or Mack?"
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."
Both men stood there staring at her in stunned silence. From the looks on their faces, they clearly didn't like the idea. Damn. Maybe this hadn't been such a good suggestion.
Ked's eyes narrowed. "Are you serious?"
Then again, maybe this might still work. She nodded. "I'm very serious. You two have spent the whole night trying to charm my pants off, and I'm more than willing to let that happen."
She moved her hands to her belt buckle and slowly began to undo it. Their eyes locked on her movements as if she'd reached for a gun.
"But I've decided it'd be wrong to choose between you—and that I shouldn't have to. If you both want me, you can have me, but you have to be willing to work together. Is that something you can do?"
The way the two men eyed each other made her seriously doubt her sexual magnetism. They looked as if they'd rather shoot each other than bed her together.
She stopped working her buckle and looked at her watch instead.
"If you two can't handle that, you might want to hurry on down the street to The Last Chance Saloon. They stay open a little later than the rest, and there might be a few lonely girls left looking for a cowboy to ride."
Mack and Ked looked at each other again. After a moment, Ked nodded. Mack nodded back.
"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.
She was lying through her teeth, of course. There was no way she was going to give them the answer they were looking for, but she'd deal with that later. If things went the way she hoped, both men would be so exhausted after she was done with them they wouldn't have enough energy to worry about their silly sexual competition.