Beck was right and she couldn’t argue her case when she already realized she’d made a mistake. “I screwed up. A friend told me that Bonzo didn’t care about experience. I thought as long I could mix up a good drink and keep the pace, he would be impressed and hire me.”
“How’d that work out for you?” Seth asked.
“Clearly you know what happened.”
“Yeah, buddy,” Beck muttered. “Why would Bonzo hire someone who looks like you and stick her behind the bar with her clothes on? Uh-huh, baby. Bonzo doesn’t roll that way.”
She’d gathered that much right after she’d met Bonzo. Their interview had consisted of a lot of questions. He’d wanted to know where she lived, how many relatives she had in town, and what hours she could work. He’d asked for a list of past boyfriends and had wanted to know if they would present future problems. Then, he’d asked the question that had set off all sorts of alarms—would anyone potentially prohibit her from doing a good job at the club?
The Stallard brothers had immediately come to mind.
“I didn’t take the job,” she quickly assured them, shaking off the fear that Bonzo had instilled.
“That’s not the word on the street,” Beck said.
“I don’t care what the gossip is. I’m not working there. And that’s all I have to say on the matter.” She turned to Seth. “Thanks again for the hospitality. If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna turn in for the night.”
“Not yet.” Beck leaned over and turned on the clock radio. He then tilted his chin up in a come-hither kind of gesture. “Dance for us.”
Seth looked surprised. “Beck, don’t be a jackass.”
“I don’t like it when someone lies to me,” Beck said stubbornly. “Bonzo was boasting about the new girl and she’s gonna need practice if she’s planning to strut across his stage. Half-a-million dollars is owed on her place. That’s a lot of pole sliding and lap dances.”
Lindsey wanted to run and hide. On second thought, she wanted to dive off a cliff just to make sure she hit head-first. She needed some sense knocked into her.
“Go on, baby,” Beck said. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“You’ll be lucky if I don’t punch your lights out.” She had every intention of fleeing, every right to run. The men she’d admired for most of her life now knew what desperate measures she’d taken. They also knew how much money she owed, how much it would take to save her home. Still, that’s not what bothered her most.
Beck undoubtedly thought she would do anything necessary to save the farm, even strip off for a bunch of heathens. How did she tell him that the guys who frequented that club were nothing more than whoremongers? She had no intentions of taking her clothes off for them. That hadn’t been her goal when she went to Bonzo for a job. Once she realized the trickery in play, she’d even told Bonzo that she wouldn’t be showing up to work.
With tears in her eyes, she bolted across the room, grabbed her bag, and fished her keys out of the side pocket. “This was a bad idea.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Beck said, stepping in front of the doorway. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She stilled then but her racing pulse made her feel more alive. In that moment, she prepared to face her greatest fears. She’d long since recognized Beck and Seth Stallard as two men with the potential to really screw up a woman’s life plans.
Aware of what kind of man she’d drawn out, Lindsey said, “You have a reputation for taking what you want.” Beck never budged. She wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know. Clearly he cherished his MO. “But right now, you’re no match for me.”
“Is that right?” He seemed amused. “I think you may have that backwards, sweet thing.”
“Beck, she’s had a long day,” Seth said. “Move.”
“Not this time,” he grated out. “Imagine my surprise, Linds, when I stopped in at The Beer Well and was told that my pretty little neighbor had applied for a job.” He rested his hands on those low-riding jeans. His taut veins stretched as he flexed his arms. And at that moment, the bare-chested cowboy looked more like a god than a man.
“Where I work is none of your business.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Lindsey. See, you are my business. You have been since the first day your momma brought you over here and asked me to teach you how to ride a damn pony.” He wrapped one of her natural blonde curls around his index finger. Giving it a tight pull, he grinned and she winced. “I had no way of knowing it then, but I understand everything now. I taught you to ride so that one day—now as an example—you’d know exactly how to tame an unreasonable stud.”
This day marked the beginning. This moment marked the start.
They were set to take and claim a woman, a woman they’d always wanted for their own.
She was ready to concede, prepared to take the men she had long since wanted for her own.
Lindsey was dying a slow death but she would soon come to life. She balled the sheets in her hands, raking her fingernails down the cotton material as Seth thrust his tongue inside her, eating her out as she hummed in pleasure.
“God yes,” she whispered, turning her head right to left as her hips jutted forward. She planted her feet on the bed, but she couldn’t stop pumping her lower body. She was seconds away from climax, a moment away from true unadulterated bliss.
Beck tilted her head to his cock then and right when she was ready to spread those proverbial wings and fly, he thrust his cock between her lips, crowding her throat with his pulsing cockhead. Her goals changed in an instant.
His pleasure was her pleasure. His goals were her ambitions, too.
She cupped his sac and traced the visible lines in his heavy balls. Drawing his shaft tightly between her lips, she rolled her tongue one way or the other, swiping his shaft up and down and up once more.
He watched her curiously, seemingly content to let her set the pace and lead. At the same time, Seth speared her with his tongue, spreading her pussy lips as he thrust three fingers inside her.
He drew back and then hovered over her. Blowing a steady stream of hot air over her clit, he watched her as he pleasured her.
Breathless then, she pulled Beck away from her mouth. Kissing his moist tip, she dragged her seal lips across the pulsing head, loving how his taste tantalized her tongue.
She moaned as one Stallard teased and the other one awaited his pleasure. One man satisfied and the other awaited true satisfaction.
With her mouth slightly opened, she parted her lips with Beck’s thick cock, drawing him into the heart of her mouth and pulling his length across her tongue. Seth crawled up her body. Kissing her belly, he mashed his mouth against her smooth skin, teasing her as he moved along her torso before dipping lower once more.
Lindsey now understood what it meant to be in dire straits. She launched her hips and rubbed against Seth. A throaty chuckle fell to the room and he slapped the hell out of her bare mound.
“Oh my God!” Her hips shot away from the bed again.
He slapped her pussy again.
The burn that followed was like receiving a double-shot of electrifying sensations. She slammed her mound against his forearm, hinting for more, desperate for another.
Beck winked. “You liked it. Didn’t you, baby?”
“Damn straight,” she whispered, sounding as desperate as she felt.
“Give her another one for me,” he ordered, grabbing a handful of hair and lifting her head away from the pillow. Aiming his cock at her lips, he dragged his tip around the shape of her mouth.
Beck sank between her lips and thrust. She was eager to give him a good blow, looping her tongue around the crest and drawing his cock to the roof of her mouth. At the same time, Seth parted her intimate lips with fervor and went at her as if he were sitting down to a savory feast.
Tongues worked in time. Fingers strummed. Hearts pounded and pulses raced. There was no doubt in her mind that in that very moment, the excitement and energy throughout the room, right there in that very bed, matched an erotic tempo, a sultry beat.
Ragged breaths resonated in her ears. Beck shut his eyes, gripped the bedpost, and slowed his strokes. She swallowed again and again, her reflexes working overtime.
At the same time, Seth proved he could gain a woman’s attention, earn a gal’s praise. He screwed his tongue inside her pulsing channel and in a matter of minutes that bed was rocking.
Beck hollered out her name and emptied his cum in the back of her throat. Seth became more aggressive, and soon a flood of heat and unmatched pleasure shot through her channel and left her groveling for more. She fisted her hand around Beck’s meaty cock and licked him clean. Chanting their names, she rode out one orgasm and headed straight for another.
Seth—God love him—never came up for air. Instead, he stayed committed to her pleasure, devoted to her satisfaction. After she’d ridden out the last of her release, all she could do was whisper his name. And when he rose over her with a smile on his flushed face, she was more than willing to give him what he wanted, more than eager to give them both a worthy ride.