Two For The Price Of One (MFM)
Montana Cowboys 3

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Story Excerpt

We don't have a body shop big enough to handle a bus, but we aren't far from Billings. You could possibly have them tow it there," she said as she stopped next to them and held out her hand. "I'm Emma Weston, and if I'm not mistaken, one of you is Brandon Tucker. Care to explain to me why there are two of you? Or am I seeing double because of the crack in my skull."

"Brandon, quit being a jerk. She's hurt for cryin' out loud," Beau snapped and then turned back toward her. "Sorry, honey. You really should be sittin' down or somethin'. Concussions can really suck. I know. I've had a few."

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Now, explain why there are two of you."

"It's not common knowledge, but yes, there are two of us. We're twins," Beau replied, running his hand through his dark hair.

"Identical?"

"Well, duh." The smart remark came from Brandon as he leaned against the bus and crossed his arms over his chest.

She glared at him and then turned her attention back to the first guy.

"I'm Beau, and you're correct. He's Brandon Tucker."

"The Brandon Tucker?"

"Well, d…" Brandon started, but snapped his mouth shut when Beau glared.

"It's nice to meet you, Emma. I wish it had been under better circumstances," Beau said, taking her hand between his. "How's your head?"

Emma could hear the distant blare of police sirens getting closer, telling her several cop cars or at least one car and an ambulance were close. "It hurts, but it'll be fine." She glanced over her shoulder as one of the police cars skidded to a stop, followed by two more. Damn. The entire Red Rock police force is out here. All three of them. "I'll take your handkerchief home and wash it for you. It's got blood all over it."

The police officer jumped out of his car and slid to a halt at her side. "Emma? Are you all right?"

Great. I do not need the overprotective, whinny Alex right now. "I'm fine, Alex. Just a bump on the head."

"I'm calling an ambulance. You need to get checked out at the doctor."

"No. I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Your daddy will have my hide if you don't get checked out, Emma. I'd rather keep it, if you know what I mean."

"I'll deal with my dad, Alex."

"What happened, anyway?" Alex asked, shoving his sunglass up on top of his head.

Emma tried not to giggle at the sight, but with Alex's premature balding, the sunglasses made him look like a beetle with his eyes on top of his head. He really was a nice guy, and he'd had a crush on her since high school. Unfortunately, she couldn't even think of him in any sort of a romantic way. He would always be Alex the tuba player from band.

She glanced again at the two gorgeous hunks standing nearby with their hands in the pockets of their rugged jeans and T-shirts molded to identical sculpted chests. Never in her life had she thought she'd have a chance to meet Brandon Tucker, and here she stood with two of them. Two? How come I've never heard of him having an identical twin brother? I know everything about Brandon Tucker, from the size of his shoes to the brand of underwear he wears.

Beau caught her gaze with his, and the sexy little twitch of his lips as a small smile spread across his face made her blush and go hot all over. Blood rushed to her head, and she felt woozy again, but this time she wasn't sure if it was from the bump or the hot look from Beau.

Next, she took in his brother. The Brandon Tucker. The one man who tantalized her dreams at night with wet kisses, hot licks, and the oh-so-gorgeous body. So far, Brandon's attitude left something to be desired. He definitely acted like the spoiled music artist as she listened to him talk to the police officer taking his statement.

"I really think this whole accident is her fault, officer. She couldn't have been paying much attention if she missed a vehicle the size of this bus. I mean, she ran right into us."

"Excuse me?" she said, moving closer when she heard his words. "You ran the stop sign. I don't have a stop sign on my side of the road, buster."

"She's right, Brandon."

"Shut up, Beau. Let me handle this."

"Don't you tell him to shut up, you overbearing, think you know it all, spoiled pain in the ass. Just because you're a country music star doesn't mean shit out here. I live in this town, and your money and your fame aren't going to get you anywhere." Indignation raced through her blood at Brandon's high-handed attitude.

Beau's lips twitched as he stepped back to watch. Emma wasn't sure how she felt about him letting her do all the standing up to his brother, but right now, she didn't care.

"Listen here," the officer said, but backed off when Emma got right in Brandon's face.

The CD player in her truck started playing, for no apparent reason, and what else came on? Brandon's newest CD.

"A fan?" Brandon mocked, one eyebrow choked arrogantly over his left eye as he stood nose-to-nose with her.

"Not anymore," she snarled and then walked to the side of her truck. With the window down, she crawled inside, popped the disc from the player, and walked back to Brandon's side. "See this?"

"Yeah," he growled.

The cocky grin on his face disappeared when she snapped the disc in half, pulled her arm back, and flung the pieces into the nearest wheat field.

Adult Excerpt

"Oh my God! Look at the size of the tub!"

"I know. Cool, huh," Brandon replied, slipping in behind her. "I would love to put tons of bubbles in there and slide under the water with you, caressing every inch of your skin with my hands and sliding my palms over your breasts until your nipples turn to diamond-hard points just begging for my mouth."

She leaned back against his chest and let his words float to her ears as her eyes closed.

"I'd lift you up on the side of the tub there and bury my face in your pussy. I can't wait to see how you taste, Emma. Salty goodness or sweet like candy? I bet you're so sweet, I'll be hard pressed not to gorge myself on you."

The moment his palm touched bare skin, her pussy flooded with need so strong, blood seemed to hum through her veins. Within seconds, he had her bare breast in his hand, caressing the flesh, but avoiding her aching nipple.

"That's it, baby, relax."

The hand not already occupied flicked open the button on her jeans, and she heard the low rasp of the zipper as he pulled it down.

"God, you're so hot, Emma," he whispered as his free hand slipped down under the elastic of her thong to dive between her thighs. "You're wet for me—for us. So slick and blistering hot. Your pussy is on fire."

Her whole body trembled with each pass of his fingers.

"Hey bro, save some for me," Beau said from the doorway.

"Just gettin' her warmed up," Brandon replied, pulling his hands away and stepping back.

When she opened her eyes, the drop-dead gorgeous come-kiss-me smile on Brandon's lips reminded her of some of the pictures she'd seen of him on the web and in magazines. He'd always had a pretty blonde on his arm, and suddenly she felt a bit self-conscious. Although she considered herself fairly pretty, she knew she couldn't hold a candle to some of the model-thin and big-boobed women she'd seen him with. "Um. I'll be right out, guys. I need to use the facilities."

"Sure, darlin'," Beau said, leaving her alone.

"Don't take too long, baby. My cock is so hard right now, I'll be hard pressed to keep from coming before I'm even inside your hot pussy," Brandon added and then stepped out.

The moment the door closed behind them, Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

I'm crazy. How can I possibly satisfy two men? Hell, I don't even know if I'll be able to satisfy one of them. When she opened her eyes again, the woman in the mirror stared back with a look of terror in her eyes. She'd never thought of herself as gorgeous or anything. Pretty, yeah, but plain. How could she possibly think to hold not one, but two gorgeous men's attention? Brandon is so hot, he has a different woman every night, I imagine. And Beau? He's sweet, funny, and ohmigod sizzling.

"Well, the only way I'll find out is to jump in with both feet." After she used the toilet, she quickly rinsed her mouth, checked her teeth for anything funky stuck between them, fluffed her hair a little, and smoothed down her shirt. Silly. Your clothes will be off two seconds after you walk back into that room.

After a fortifying breath, she opened the door, only to be met by bookend men with their arms crossed over their chests and wicked gleams in their eyes.

Beau frowned and stepped next to her. "You okay, darlin'? You looked scared to death."

"I'm fine, Beau. Just nervous, I guess. I've never done anythin' like this before."

"Had sex?"

She playfully punched him in the ribs. "No, silly. Been with two guys at once. I'm not sure what to do."

"We'll take care of everythin', honey," Brandon said, sliding in on her other side and wrapping his arm around her waist.

The two of them led her to the side of the bed, sandwiching her between them with Beau in front and Brandon warming her from the back. A nervous flutter started in her stomach when Brandon inched her tank top up from inside the waistband of her jeans. The warmth of his fingers on the bare flesh of her waist sent the butterflies she harbored in her belly up to take flight. His lips caressed her shoulder, inching their way in a slow, delicious slide from the curve of shoulder to a spot on her neck she didn't realize had such luscious consequences.

"She likes that, Brandon," Beau said, sliding the straps down with his thumbs. "No bra, huh?"

"Built into my top," she murmured, wanting him to hurry so she could feel his mouth on her breast.

"Convenient. Do you want my mouth, Emma, darlin'? Your nipples are poking out, begging for me to lick on them."

A soft moan escaped her lips as she tipped her head to the side and back onto Brandon's shoulder, giving him better access to her neck. The moment the top eased off her breasts and exposed her taut nipples to the cool air, they bunched tight. Beau licked the tip of the right one, making her whole body tremble.

"Nice," Beau whispered, before sucking the tip into his mouth.

Her knees wobbled, and one of the twins' arms went around her waist to steady her, although she couldn't have said whose if her life depended on it. Blood rushed in her ears, and she could have sworn that at the very moment Beau sucked on her nipple, the tip of her breast and her clit were somehow connected. The tingling and throbbing she felt exploded into heart-thumping, pulsating need as cream spilled out of her pussy, wetting the silky thong between her thighs. "Please."

"Tell us what you want, honey," Brandon murmured against her neck.

"Suck harder, Beau."

"My pleasure, darlin'."

The pull of his mouth on her nipple and the nip of Brandon's teeth on her earlobe had her body screaming to move, but she couldn't decide which direction to go to get more stimulation.

"Please. I need…" Beau's mouth left her breast, and she groaned in frustration. "No, don't stop."

His lips nibbled at the corners of her mouth right before his tongue slid inside to tangle with hers. Brandon did his own exploration of her spine, shoulders, arms and waist as he reached around, unsnapped her jeans, and lowered the zipper. Cool air hit her skin as the pants and panties pooled at her ankles, and Brandon nudged her to step out by lifting her foot and removing one boot at a time. The moment she stood completely bare from the waist down, Brandon's hands crawled up the insides of her calves as his lips danced over the flesh of her butt, nipping softly at each cheek.

Beau lifted his head and growled, "Damn, woman. You burn me up with those lips, but we need to get the rest of this off." He lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. "Now where were we?"

"On the bed, honey," Brandon instructed, walking her backward until her knees hit the mattress.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched both Beau and Brandon do a little striptease for her. Each had a smattering of hair trailing from one nipple to the other across a broad chest and then in a sexy path down until it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. The bulge each sported threatened to rip the seams apart. Hot damn!

"You like what you see, darlin'?"

"Oh, hell yeah," she whispered, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth. "More, please."

Beau unbuttoned his jeans and slowly drew the zipper down as her heart rate seemed to triple with each inch of his cock revealed. Long and thick, with deep veins running from base to head, the sight of it made her mouth water to taste the pearly essence of his desire clinging to the top. When the denim fell to the floor, she took a ragged breath, glancing at Brandon to see how far he'd undressed before looking back at Beau.

"You keep lookin' at me like that, and I won't be able to wait," Beau said, his eyes blazing with passion and need.

She licked her suddenly dry lips. "Like what?"

"With those big blue eyes and come-kiss-me lips. I want to lick you all over."

"Then do it cowboy," she murmured, holding out her hand and waiting for him to take it before drawing him down on top of her.