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  He set the bag on the porch, then joined me, putting his hand on her shoulder, sliding it down her arm.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked.

  “Besides being hogtied?” She wriggled again, but the rope was snug about her elbows, securing them to her waist.

  “That’s not a hogtie. Trust me, sugar, those are no fun. This? This is just a way to keep you in one place so I can finish what I was saying.”

  She huffed and stomped her bare foot on the soft grass.

  “What were you saying?” Micah asked.

  “That while I didn’t know everything about her, I knew some.”

  “Like the way she likes dirty talk?”

  Her cheeks turned red and Micah grinned at the sight.

  “That, but I was about to say that I wanted to know everything about her. I wanted to spend the night learning more. Out of bed. Then, hopefully, in.”

  “Why? You got what you wanted,” she countered, repeating herself. She stuck out her lower lip and blew her hair out of her face. Since she didn’t have use of her hands, I reached out, tucked the curl back behind her ear for her.

  “Not even close.” Her eyes lifted to mine at the sharper tone. I’d reined her in physically, but it was time to take over. “We want everything from you.”

  She frowned, stilled. “Everything? What does that even mean? Like money?”

  Micah shook his head, ignored her ridiculous comment about money. “We want you. Your body, your heart. Your soul.” I’d never heard Micah say those words before. They were too important, too valuable to say to just anyone.

  “What?” she asked, her voice filled with soft confusion.

  “We’d never have fucked you if we weren’t planning on making you ours,” he continued.

  “Hell, we made you ours the second we sunk into your sweet pussy.”

  “But—”

  Micah covered her mouth with his finger first, long enough to keep her quiet until he kissed her.

  I watched as her body went from taut to languid and while the rope held her in place, Micah’s hands on her arms kept her from falling to the ground.

  “We’re Bridgewater men, Lacey,” Micah said. “Do you know what that means?”

  A deep V formed in her brow. “That you grew up here. You told me that earlier.”

  “True,” I said. “But in Bridgewater, it’s common for two men to marry one woman.”

  Her mouth fell open and I saw her straight, white teeth. “That’s insane.”

  “Nope. That’s Bridgewater. The original founders back in the late 1800’s followed a custom from a country called Mohamir. Heard they were stationed there in the British army. It’s not around anymore, but their ways stuck. Two men—”

  “Sometimes three,” Micah added.

  “—marry one woman. And it’s usually love at first sight.”

  “Love—”

  “Shh,” Micah said, putting a finger over her lips. “We’ll save that word for when the time’s right. For now, just know we knew the second we saw you. You’re the one for us.”

  “Most men in Bridgewater share a woman?” she asked.

  “Matt and Ethan, Hawk’s Landing’s owners are engaged to Rachel. Having a baby together, even.”

  She stared at my chest and I could tell she was thinking, not ogling. “I met Matt when I arrived, but it wasn’t as if he wore a sign saying he shared a fiancée.”

  I huffed out a small laugh.

  “I told you I work with a chopper company that takes some of my clients into the backcountry,” Micah said. “It’s run by Rory and Cooper. They just married Ivy, their high school sweetheart.”

  “You want to marry me?” she asked, only after Micah kissed her once again. Her eyes were no longer narrowed, but a tad blurry. She seemed to like Micah’s attentions.

  “Not today,” I replied, stroking a knuckle over her cheek. So damn soft. “Today we’re going to get to know each other. So, no running off. This cabin is ours tonight. No one else is around. No distractions.”

  “Are you hungry?” Micah asked, stepping away and picking up the bag again. He walked up the steps, settled in one of the Adirondack chairs, began taking the food out and placing it on the small table.

  “Yes, but I seem to be tied up at the moment,” she grumbled, trying to get free of the rope, then glancing up at me. “Will you let me go?”

  I walked around her once, circling more rope about her. “Nope. You’re staying just like that.”

  “I can’t feed myself with my arms pinned!”

  I scooped her up in my arms honeymoon-style, and careful of the extra rope, walked up onto the porch and settled in the empty chair, Lacey in my lap. She wiggled and there was no doubt she could feel my hard cock.

  When she stilled and her wide eyes turned to mine, I grinned. Yeah, she’d felt it all right.

  “We’ll feed you as we talk,” Micah said.

  The meal included slices of salami and ham, a block of hard cheddar, olives, mixed nuts, a loaf of French bread, chocolate chip cookies and a thermos of iced tea. I knew there was more, but Micah had selected finger foods, easy to feed to our little captive.

  Micah held up an olive. “Like these?”

  She nodded and he put it to her lips. She took it, licking his fingers as she did.

  Micah growled and I saw a gleam in Lacey’s eyes.

  “So, sugar. Tell us about yourself.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lacey

  “I can’t believe you want to marry me,” I said, after swallowing the tangy olive. I was hungry. I’d certainly worked up an appetite. I hadn’t eaten since lunch and not only did I have a three-hour trail ride, but a three-hour sex marathon, too.

  Marry. They were insane. They were gorgeous, dominant and very alpha and yet they wanted to marry me? What man said that? They’d gotten what they wanted. Well fucked. All they had to do was take me back to my cabin at Hawk’s Landing and I’d have a fling to remember for the foreseeable future. But no.

  They seemed to want a relationship. A serious relationship with the end goal as marriage. Wow.

  “Like I said, not today. That’s a big deal and built on trust, friendship. So much,” Colt said, grabbing a chunk of cheese that Micah had sliced. Nibbled. “You mentioned jet lag. I thought you came from LA.”

  I shifted my arms, tried to get my hands free of the soft rope. It was snug, but I still had feeling. “Can’t you let me go?”

  “Nope,” Colt said, grinning. “You look good in my rope. Might have to try it again later. Ever been tied to a bed and fucked?”

  My mouth fell open at the thought. My pussy, already a little achy from their thorough attentions earlier, seemed to like their ardent focus now, too. I’d never been tied up before, never really played much. It had just been sex, nothing too wild or adventurous. Definitely never five orgasms. Micah fed me a piece of cheese, then poured iced tea into a small plastic cup. He held it up for me, but I shook my head.

  “Um…no.”

  Micah took a sip himself, put the cup down. “Colt’s the champion with rope.”

  “You competed? Tying up women?”

  Colt laughed and I loved the sound. Where Micah had on all of his clothes, Colt was shirtless—since I was wearing it—and the view was, well, spectacular. Sitting on the lap of a hot cowboy, one who was a gentle giant, felt good. He was warm, so very warm, like a furnace. I could only imagine snuggling up to him in bed on a cold winter night. Who needed a blanket?

  The storm had blown off while I slept and the sky was clear. The air smelled damp, fresh. And Colt’s shirt smelled like pure male. I had no doubt it was coated in pheromones making me all wild and lusty.

  “You’re the first woman I’ve ever roped. And, hopefully, the last.” He curled a slice of salami and put it to my lips. I bit half of it and he fed himself the rest.

  Neither of them wanted anything from me. No, they probably wanted my body again, but I knew they wouldn’t just be using me. Not with
five orgasms on my tally and only one each for them.

  “You mentioned jet lag, sugar,” he prompted again.

  He’d been listening.

  “I was in Korea. I got back the other day to LA, but had to get out of town.”

  “Did something happen?” Micah asked, his gaze sharpening.

  I shrugged, glanced out at the lake. They were being honest with me, perhaps too honest, and I felt compelled to do the same. “There was a guy. Everyone thought we were dating, but it wasn’t really true.” Micah fed me a salted almond. “I came home to a crazy party at my house with him in my bed fucking a blonde.”

  Both men’s bodies stiffened as if they were ready to go to LA and beat Chris up.

  “You broke up two days ago?” Micah asked.

  I shook my head, making sure they understood. “It happened the other day, yes. But we weren’t really dating, so I wouldn’t say we broke up.”

  “Your sister said you needed to get laid. What are we, rebound guys?”

  I narrowed my eyes. Anger pumped through me hot and swift and it made me clench my hands into fists. “You were eager to hop into bed with me without knowing this. Why are you upset now?” I asked Colt.

  “We don’t care about your past, who you’ve been with. We only care about your future,” Micah said.

  “When we kissed you earlier, those were your last first kisses, sugar.” Colt seemed very adamant. While he knew first hand I wasn’t a virgin, he seemed to really wish there had been no previous guys in my life.

  “You’re so sure of this,” I countered, studying his rugged face. I wanted to reach up, stroke his jaw and feel the rasp of his whiskers.

  Colt grinned wickedly and it made my nipples harden. He was so damned confident. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I sighed. Clarified. “You aren’t rebound guys. I never slept with Chris. Everyone thought we had, that we were getting married even. But it was all lies. I don’t even like him.” I pursed my lips. “He’s an asshole who fucked a random woman in my bed. In my house. I don’t stand for that. Maybe you do since you shared me.”

  Colt’s eyes narrowed and he tipped my chin up with his fingers. “Micah and I don’t share you. You’re ours. As for other guys? Not happening. We might be a threesome, but all we want is you.”

  Oh. That was pretty darn clear.

  “You said everyone thought you were together with this guy. Who’s everyone? Your parents?” Micah asked.

  My father had been out of the picture since I was four. Divorced and moved to Alabama to be with his secretary. As for my mother, she knew the deal. Knew I wouldn’t stand for the stuff Chris did, nor anything the tabloids wrote. She’d raised me well enough to not be a doormat to any man. “No, the media. Well, the tabloids.”

  “Tabloids? Why the hell are tabloids keeping track of you?” Micah asked.

  “I told you I’m an actress. I’m in a show on TV and the tabloids like to print stuff about me.”

  “You were in Korea for work?”

  I nodded. “I have a big following over there. The show does.”

  Both were quiet as they absorbed my words.

  “What about you?” I asked Colt. “You’re a champion roper. What else?”

  He grabbed a few olives, popped them in his mouth. “I told you I have my own ranch. It’s a thirty-acre spread in the prettiest valley you’ll ever see.”

  I had to wonder about that since where we were right now was amazing. I could only imagine what his property looked like.

  “I live in a small cabin on the property, and I’ll build a house and stables over time. Until then, I’m foreman for Ethan and Matt.”

  “And you?” I glanced at Micah.

  “I went to college for business, then came back here. I like the wide-open spaces and sharing it with others. An adventure company seemed like a good fit. So far, it’s been going well.”

  “You’re a full-service company,” I commented, thinking of how well they were taking care of me—with and without my clothes.

  He smiled, ran a finger down my nose. “Just for you. And remember, we canceled your trip, so you’re not really a client.”

  “Had enough?” Colt asked.

  “Food?”

  “What else did you have in mind?” he asked.

  I raised my eyebrows. This was where I got to decide how the rest of the night went. I could tell them no, that I wasn’t interested and they’d back off. Even sleep outside. But we’d all know it was a lie. How I’d responded to them earlier couldn’t have been faked. I wasn’t that good of an actress.

  Did I take them at their word, that they were interested in more with me? That this wasn’t just a quick vacation fling? It wasn’t as if I mentioned more to them and they were stringing me along. They’d brought it up. I was a sure thing. They could have just said we’d all have fun in this remote cabin and then part ways, well satisfied, back at Hawk’s Landing.

  But they hadn’t. In fact, they really did seem to want more. But then again, so had Chris. And I’d been burned in the past by those spouting whatever they thought I wanted to hear to get something from me. But now? I was sitting in one guy’s lap while another fed me. They were eager for more sex. And they’d give it to me, I just had to say the word.

  I’d panicked when I’d woken up, my body sated and a little sore from their attentions. It so wasn’t like me. But I’d done it and I’d enjoyed it. They’d been attentive and kind, wild and very sexy. Playful even. What woman in their right mind denied herself more?

  Not me. Whatever tomorrow brought, it didn’t matter right now. No one knew I was at Hawk’s Landing. No one knew I was in this remote cabin. I could be myself. No acting. No pretense.

  For once, I could be Lacey Leesworth and take two cowboys for another ride as if I were a rodeo queen. None of the things the tabloids said about me had been true. But I wanted to do something as wild and crazy as what they’d come up with and actually be fact. For once.

  “Lacey?” Colt prompted.

  I angled my head down, glanced at Micah through my lashes. “I’m the one that’s tied up.” If the look didn’t give them ideas, the tone of my voice had to.

  “You’re at our mercy then?” Micah asked, one pale brow arched.

  I bit my lip. Nodded.

  “We need to hear you say it, sugar. Tell us what you want.”

  I glanced between them. “You.” Heat flared in their gazes and I felt Colt’s cock pulse against my hip. “For tonight.”

  I wasn’t saying I wanted more than that. I couldn’t. Not yet. I felt more for these two men than I had any before. It was insane, this instant attraction. No, it was more than attraction. I really wanted to get to know them, to be with them. I felt safe. I felt desired. Cherished. And not because I was Lacey Lee. They didn’t seem to care that I was famous or that I had more money than I ever imagined. They just wanted to feed me olives and fuck me.

  I was fine with that.

  “We’ll start with tonight,” Colt replied. Clearly, he wanted more but would settle for this. For now. Come tomorrow, I imagined them to be very persuasive again. And if by persuasive they were hot and attentive lovers, then I didn’t stand much of a chance.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lacey

  Colt wrapped an arm about my waist, picked me up and carried me over to the porch railing, bending me over it. He knelt on the plank floor and tugged on the rope, ensuring the lasso was still about my waist, but the rest of the rope he took and tied off on the bottom rail. Not only were my arms pinned at my sides, but I was now very securely tied to the railing.

  Micah had stepped down from the porch and came to stand in front of me. He only had to bend at the waist a little so we were eye-to-eye. “Not too tight?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “Can you wiggle your fingers?”

  I tried and I could. They weren’t numb. Colt tucked his beneath the edge of the rope about my waist, my wrists, checking it.

  “Okay, sugar?” he as
ked. He’d stood and leaned over me. I felt the heat of his chest against my back, even through the soft fabric of his shirt.

  I was secure—I wasn’t going anywhere—but not uncomfortable. “Yes.”

  “You still want to be at our mercy?” he asked, kissed my neck, tugged at the collar of the shirt and laved my shoulder. One of the snaps came undone, gave him a few inches more access. Micah reached beneath me, tugged on the shirt a little more so the fabric parted and my breasts were exposed, yet keeping the material between my lower belly and the wood railing.

  I felt the tail of Colt’s shirt flip up over my back just before his hand came down on my bottom. I startled at the hot sting of his palm. “Micah asked you a question, sugar.” His tenderness of his voice contradicted the action.

  “Yes, I still want to be at your mercy.”

  They could see all of me; my breasts were exposed to the cool air and I knew there had to be a pink handprint on my right butt cheek. Not only that, but from his position on the porch, Colt couldn’t miss every wet inch of my pussy. I was bent over and completely open. Completely vulnerable.

  I wasn’t sure how Colt sensed it, but his next words eased me. “All I have to do is tug on the knot on the rail and you’ll be free. Just say the word, sugar and we’ll let you go. Don’t be afraid.”

  “That’s right,” Micah added. “Give in and enjoy. See how two men can pleasure you when all you have to do is feel. We might push you a bit—I can tell you haven’t been spanked before, but you like it. I promise you’re going to come.”

  I gasped when Colt cupped my pussy, felt how wet and eager I was. “She likes being tied up. Knowing there’s nothing she can do but take whatever we give her.”

  He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned. He spanked me again and I clenched down on the single digit. Whimpered. Colt swore as he cupped my ass, soothed the heated area. “I’m going to come all over your pale skin if you keep making those sexy little sounds.”