STORY EXCERPT

Max snagged his glass off the bar and sauntered over to the women. The closer he got, the taller the women appeared. In fact, all three were taller than his five-foot-ten inch brother. Mostly likely they were wearing four-inch heels.

His brother’s voice was louder than the rest of the men’s. Max only heard the tail end of the question. “Your story?”

He slipped in next to the beauties. Normally, the type of women that appealed to Ian did little for him, but his mom would be pissed if Ian did something stupid tonight, so he stayed close. He checked out the girls. The women were as different as they were tall. One was a blonde, another a redhead, and the tallest was a brunette. All, however, were beautiful.

The brunette answered. “Actually, this is my last gig. I’m getting too old to model.”

Ian did his wide-eyed look. “Sugar, you can’t be but eighteen.”

The woman smiled demurely. “I’m twenty-three, which in the fashion world is old. Besides, I’m tired of the pressure. I’m on the go all the time.”

“You’ve seen nothing until you run a ranch. It’s all adrenaline, packed full of pressure.”

Max needed a shovel, but he decided to see how well the brunette handled herself. “Is that so? My mom started me modeling at age nine. That meant I was taken out of school and had to be homeschooled by tutors my whole life. While it might sound like fun, I missed out on all the birthday parties and high school proms. I call that tough.”

She got Ian on that one. His brother’s face lost its cheer. “That must have been hard.”

She shrugged. “The job has had its perks. I got to travel to New York, Milan, and a host of other cities.”

Ian stepped closer. “Then why quit?”

“Like I said, I’m old.”

“Sugar, you look perfect to me.”

She smiled sweetly as if she got the compliment all the time. One song ended, and a faster one began. Before she continued, two of the men asked the blonde and redhead to dance. They seemed thrilled at the opportunity to go Western for the night.

Max held out his hand. “I’m Max Callen. Our mother is the one organizing the fashion show.”

“Devonne.” Her hazel eyes brightened. “Tell her thank you. I’ve been considering getting out of the rat race of Los Angeles and settling down in Wyoming. I wanted the chance to see the countryside, and the fashion show provided the perfect opportunity.”

He liked how in her heels, they were almost eye to eye. Ian had to look up to her, but that didn’t seem to bother him. “I hope you have the chance to see our pretty state.”

“Me, too.”

Since Ian seemed to be behaving himself, he turned to walk back to the bar.

“Do you want to dance?”

He didn’t think she was speaking with him, but in case she was, he didn’t want to be rude. He turned around and smiled. Her gaze was on him. “I appreciate the offer, but Ian here is the dancer.” Beauty queens would get bored with him in a heartbeat, especially when he stepped on their toes.

He made it back to the bar and reclaimed his seat. Jackson came over a few minutes later. “How did it go?”

“Go?” He shrugged. “Fine.”

“You didn’t stay long. They’re a pretty bunch.”

He leaned on his elbows. “How long have we known each other?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Since when do looks really matter? It’s the mind that I want.” He tapped his temple.

“I got both in Jenny.”

His sister had the brains, and she sure was pretty. “You got lucky.”

“You got that right.” His grin reached his ears. The front doors opened, and Jackson lost his smile. “We might have some trouble.”

Max turned around. Some guy with a fancy camera strolled in. No doubt he was here to get some advance shots of the models. Everyone had a right be come to a bar, but no one deserved to be hassled. The cameraman oozed his way through the crowd. It wouldn’t take him long to spot the lovely woman.

Max left his unfinished beer on the counter and ambled behind the man, waiting to see what he planned to do. The guy stopped the moment he spotted Devonne. He then circled the pack of men. Like a lion in waiting, he remained still until some opportune moment struck. Three of the men peeled away from the group, and the cameraman pounced. He shot up the corridor, and his camera went wild. Flashes bounced off the wall.

Max expected shrieks, but none came. Devonne turned her back as cool as could be, but from the tension in her shoulders, she wasn’t happy the paparazzo was here. He couldn’t blame her. She’d come to Wyoming, probably in the hopes of getting some downtime, and now some strange guy was shoving a lens in her face.

Max acted on instinct. He fought his way through the crowd, grabbed the guy by the back of the neck, and turned him around. “What the fuck are you doing? These girls came in here for some peace and quiet. Give them a break.”

The guy struggled, but there was little else he could do. He didn’t stand a chance when his hands were full of expensive gear. “I’m trying to make a living.”

Max let him go. “Get out.”

“Give me a break.”

“Come to the fashion show when everyone else does.”

He lifted the camera to get off another shot when Max held his hand in front of the lens. “Where do you plan on selling these photos?”

“To the Intrigue Sun.”

Since his brother owned the paper, he’d make sure that never happened. “Leave.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I think it’s time we control this wild woman,” Ian said.

“I’m not wild.”

“Sugar, you will be by the time we finish with you.” Ian swooped her up in his arms and lowered her to the bed.

Her knee-height pants and thigh-height panties prevented her from widening her legs. Thank goodness Max took hold of the hem and tugged off her jeans. Only her panties were crumpled around her thighs. She reached down to discard them when Ian pulled her hands over her head. Her pulse shot up. In three seconds, he had her wrists tied.

“Told you I was good at roping.”

“I didn’t realize that your ranching talents would extend to the bedroom.”

“You have no idea the depths of my talents. I can ride, buck, and control any animal.”

Her mind went wild thinking about him doing all those wonderful things to her. “I bet.”

Max crawled between her thighs and removed her panties. “I need you wide open.”

He tied a loose loop around an ankle and secured the other end on the leg of the bed. After he repeated the same action on the other leg, the vulnerability hit home. She was spread-eagle on a bed with two dressed men, who seemed determined to suck, lick, and kiss her to death long before she got any cock.

“You okay, darlin’? You look a bit worried.”

“I’m worried because you aren’t naked.”

They both laughed. “We can take care of that.”

Max took a few condoms from his jeans pocket and tossed them on the bed. Dear Lord, did they plan on switching positions all night long? She was so involved in her own thoughts, that she only caught the end of Max’s striptease.

After he stepped out of his pants, he grabbed his turgid cock and waved it. “If you’re good, I might let you lick it.”

She slowly ran her tongue over her lips, hoping to entice him to let her suck on him now. “You won’t regret it.”

He grinned and dropped to his belly on the bed. Ian spread out perpendicular to her body at tit height.

“I’m going to feast on these beauties.” True to his word, Ian captured her breast again. This time, the suction nearly made her lift off the bed. The shock of the pressure quickly subsided and turned into unholy pleasure.

“I’ve missed you both.”

“Sugar, not half as much as I’ve ached for you.”

Ian’s hands wandered all over her body from her arms to her face to her tits. He slid to the side and threaded his hands through her hair as he raked his teeth over her nipple. The tension on her scalp and the erotic pull on her swollen crest drove her crazy. She wanted to touch them but couldn’t get loose.

Max seemed to be content for Ian to start the seduction, but the moment she groaned, he latched onto her wet pussy.

“Oh, my God.” It has been too long since she’d experienced the carnal lust swirling through her, and she missed this so much.

She wanted to scoot down for more contact, but the ropes prevented her from moving. The lack of control heightened the excitement but frustrated her at the same time. She’d not had the men in her arms for weeks, and she wanted to touch and taste their skin. For now, she’d enjoy the bliss of their lovemaking.

Max’s tongue expertly circled her clit before licking the rest of her needy cunt. The rough texture intensified the pricks of joy racing through her. Placing a palm on her belly, he threaded a finger into her pussy. She squeezed shut her eyes as the shards of ecstasy ran rampant inside her. Rolling spasms raced down her channel as he flicked her inner walls.

“I need your cock.” It was so much more than just wanting them.

His answer to her comment was to press two fingers into her, but that only added to her desperation. He scissored his fingers inside her, forcing her juices to flow. The air became redolent with her own feral scent. They had to know she was ready for them.

Ian probably thought she needed to be distracted because he stopped playing with her tits, crawled up to her face, and kissed her. At first the kiss came out hard and demanding, but once she opened up her mouth, he softened his touch. She nipped his tongue. When he drew back a bit, she bit his bottom lip.

“You want to play, do you?” He laughed and dove back in for more nipping and kissing and teasing.

She was so involved in what Ian was doing that she only moaned a little when Max halted his finger exploration.

“Move,” Max commanded to Ian.

Ian got out of the way just as Max rose up and hovered over her. He took her mouth as if it would be his last kiss and teased her pussy with his cock.

“I want to test if you’re ready.” He grinned then pressed his cock into her about two inches.

“I am.”

One full thrust impaled her. The glory of his cock rang through her. An inferno of desire blasted her so hard, she lost her breath.

Max withdrew and leaned back on his haunches. “Not nearly wet enough.”

“Oh, my God, I’m sopping wet.”

“Ian, untie her. I need her on her hands and knees.”

Max undid her legs, and Ian took care of her hands. When she brought her arms down, they tingled. Both men helped her get into position. Her pussy throbbed from the brief encounter.

“You’re a cruel man, Max Callen. I thought you liked my pussy.”

“You have no idea, but I’ve leaving that channel for Ian. I want to try out your delicious ass.”