Easy McClure is a hot-headed little spitfire named after her father’s favorite saloon girl. When her father is killed in a range war, she inherits his ranch. Alone now, and facing the responsibility of taking care of a large spread, she packs away her bloomers and corsets and wears tight jeans with a six-gun strapped to her hip.
One day, a bleeding cowboy rides up to her house with a bullet in his shoulder. By the time she learns he’s a notorious gunslinger, his whole gang arrives. She has never seen such hot, sexy cowboys in her life, and has a problem resisting their advances. As time passes, she is slowly drawn to them and puts her better judgment aside, surrendering to their steamy seduction.
Then the day comes for them to leave. That’s when she must admit she’s in love with each one and faces a painful dilemma -- can her love tame all four men, or will they forever be a group of hard-riding gunslingers dodging bullets and running from the law?
Cheyenne waded close to Midnight, and mumbled under his breath. "Don't look now, but it seems we have a visitor. I'll give you three guesses as to who's hidin' out watchin' us."
Midnight looked up. "Yeah? Where is she?"
"Over there in that clump of bushes. You just follow my lead. I'll get her out of there."
Together they rose up out of the water as naked as the day they were born. While wrapping towels around themselves Cheyenne began talking loud enough for her to hear. "Have you noticed that Easy seems to be more boy than she is girl?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she never wears dresses. And her face, have you ever noticed the moles she has growin' on her face? She's beginning to look like a real witch. Brrr, I'd hate to meet her on the trail at night. She'd scare you to death."
Easy tried to stay down, but her anger grew with each word.
"Hey, what about them wrinkles --?"
"Nah, now wait a minute, Cheyenne. She's too young to have wrinkles. What you think is wrinkles is really ... well, they're worry lines that's all. After all, she's been under a lot of strain here lately."
"All right, I'll give you that, but that's not her biggest problem."
"What do you mean?"
"It's her weight. Have you noticed how big she's gettin'? If them jeans she wears get much tighter they're just gonna rip right off her."
Suddenly she burst out of the bushes yelling. "You bastards! I don't have lines on my face, and I ain't gettin' fat! As for my jeans they fit me perfect."
"Well, look who's here, Cheyenne, it's Easy."
"You been spyin' on us, Easy?"
"I came down here to bathe. I used to have some privacy before you gorillas came along. By the way, what're you two doin' this far from the house? Ain't you afraid of bein' seen?"
"You know, she's right, Cheyenne. We need to get back up there. Besides, Reno might need us."
Cheyenne was looking at Easy with a gleam in his eyes. "Nah, Flash is there. He knows where we are. Besides, this little bathing party just got interestin'."
Easy saw the look in his eyes, and glanced from one to the other. She knew what they wanted, but did she dare give in? The truth was, she wanted it too, and they were both so damned good looking. Her gaze moved from muscled chests down to perfectly proportioned legs ...
... don't swish that pretty little ass of yours around too much, these men ain't seen a female in months ...
The words, when she'd first heard them scared her, but now it was different. She waited for cold fear to wash over her, but instead it was a fire crawling into her belly. She wanted it as much as they did, and found her resistance melting into that fire inside her.
Before she decided what she should do, the two of them began walking toward her, the towels around their waist being pulled off slowly. She almost lost her breath when she imagined what it would be like to have cocks that long and large pushing up inside her. She backed away and bumped into a tree, finding herself closed in by Cheyenne.
"Too many clothes, Easy," Cheyenne whispered in her ear as he leaned toward her.