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  Reed was gone. In his place was a middle-aged farmer with a beer gut the size of a keg.

  A quick scan of the busy bar yielded neither hide nor hair of Reed, Connor or anyone else remotely resembling her cowboy in the black hat. Charli sighed.

  The rest of the night dragged on, Charli serving one drink after the other in an endless flow of alcohol. As three o'clock approached, her heartbeat kicked into overdrive. She couldn't clear the drunks out of the building fast enough. What if her cowboy in the black hat called and suggested another tryst? Maybe a sexy detour on her way home, a dirty trick to be played out naked and with a lot of heavy breathing.

  "Are you feeling all right?" Audrey approached with a tub of dirty glasses and plates. "Your face is kind of flushed." She set her tub on the counter and reached out to press the back of her hand to Charli's cheek.

  "I'm fine, just working hard."

  "Let me close up tonight. You go on home and get some rest." Audrey took the rag from Charli. "Go on." She shooed Charli with a wave of her hands.

  "Okay, okay." Charli grabbed her purse from under the counter and ducked into the bathroom to run some cool water over her face, fluff her hair and stare dismally into the mirror. Not like that little bit of primping improved her work-weary appearance. She sighed, hiked her purse up on her shoulder and headed out the back door.

  "Get some rest," Audrey called out as the door swung closed behind her. "Or not..."

  Charli's gaze panned the back lot behind the bar. Only her SUV and Audrey's bright red pickup remained. No other cars or trucks waited. As she pulled around to the front, only one lonely car was left parked in the lot. Probably someone who'd hooked up with another customer. The lucky dog.

  Her phone sitting beside her in the console, Charli pulled out on the road, her body tense, her hearing tuned in, waiting for the call. As she neared the exact spot where she'd received the call last night, her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't resist glancing down at the phone in the cup holder, her foot lifting from the accelerator.

  Ring.

  The spot on the road came and went, the phone remained silent. Charli grabbed it and checked to make sure she'd left it on. Her screensaver lit, displaying a picture of bluebonnets beside a country road. It appeared to be functioning. Maybe the ringer had stopped working. Maybe, she'd gone through a dead-zone of cell towers.

  Maybe he wasn't going to call.

  Her heart grew heavier the closer she got to Temptation. So much for a repeat performance of last night. What did she expect? A man who pursued her every night until he had her so worked up she couldn't function?

  She loosened her grasp on the steering wheel and rolled her shoulders.

  Get a grip. Men in black cowboy hats didn't just appear out of thin air. Perhaps last night had all been a dream. A damned good wet dream. Her pussy clenched, just thinking about how he'd fucked her, her body caressed by the warm water of the judge's pool. The added excitement of potentially getting caught making the experience all the more enticing. What were the chances of recapturing such a night, much less topping it?

  The miles passed and Charli resigned herself to going home to be alone. Unfulfilled, and no more knowledgeable about her cowboy than the night before.

  As she rounded a curve in the road, two sets of headlights flashed in her eyes, a blue light flashed over the top of them. Charli slammed her foot to the brake, screeching her SUV to a stop just in time to keep from hitting the two vehicles completely blocking both sides of the road.

  Raising a hand to shield her eyes from the overwhelming brightness, Charli shifted into park and waited. Sometimes the state troopers performed road blocks on weekend nights to check for drug-runners, human-trafficking or drunk drivers. She'd heard about road blocks, but had never been caught in one of them.

  A tall figure approached the side of her vehicle, wearing a dark cowboy hat, dark jeans and a black shirt.

  Her heart leaped into her throat and the fingers curled around the steering wheel tightened. She drew in a deep breath and berated herself for even thinking about her cowboy when this patrolman was only out doing is job. Letting out the breath, she reached for the button to roll down the window. "What seems to be the problem?"

  The lights behind him cast the man's face in the shadows. "Ma'am, please step out of your vehicle."

  At that point, she noticed he wasn't wearing a badge or any other insignia proclaiming his connection with law enforcement. And that voice... The man's deep, rich tone sparked fire in Charli's blood and memories of last night. Her heart raced and she fought to form coherent words. "Am I being accused of something?"

  "No, ma'am. Just routine orders," he said.

  That bottomless, soul-melting voice flowed over her like liquid chocolate. The same voice she'd heard on the phone and in the pool the night before.

  "We're here to search everyone passing on this road."

  Search? The very word brought to mind endless possibilities. "Could you show me some credentials?" Her breath hitched in her chest, her body heating. It was him—her cowboy in the black hat. She peered upward, unable to make out his facial features. Damn. If she could see his identification, she might put a name to this man. "How do I know you are who you say you are?"

  He reached into his back pocket, removed his wallet and flipped it open and closed in a flash. "Satisfied?"

  "Hardly." She wouldn't be satisfied until she knew who he was and got a little more of what she'd received in the pool the previous night.

  "Now, if you'll please step out of the car, my partner and I will get down to business."

  Her hand on the door handle, she hesitated, her pulse pounding. "Partner?"

  Another man, also wearing a black cowboy hat, stepped up to her door, grabbed the handle and pulled it open. "Yes, ma'am. If you'll step out of the vehicle, we can conduct this search and get you off in no time."

  The second man was equally as tall and as broad-shouldered as her cowboy from the night before. A shiver of need whizzed across Charli's skin. Two cowboys? Was she dreaming again? Wasn't it every girl's fantasy to have two hunky cowboys at one time? Or was it only in her perverted mind?

  Despite the inner warnings going off in her head, she couldn't stop herself from stepping out of the SUV. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was yanked into the first cowboy's arms, kissed soundly, then spun away and pushed up against the hood of her vehicle.

  Surprise had her reaching out to stop herself from crashing into the metal. Cool handcuffs snapped onto one wrist and then the other before she could protest. With her hands bound together, she tried to push away from the SUV and stand straight. "Hey, what's with the cuffs?"

  "Routine, ma'am." Her cowboy leaned over her shoulder, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair over her ear. "Now spread your legs." He braced one of his boots between her feet and kicked her right foot outward.

  Forced to spread them, Charli's belly tightened, her pulse racing. "What are you going to do?"

  "We have to search you."

  "For what?" she asked.

  "For a few minutes. Now silence or we'll be forced to perform a strip search."

  "Oh, boys, I don't think you know quite what you're doing," she teased, frustrated that she had her back to them and couldn't see their faces. "Are you even law enforcement officials?"

  "Never said we were. Have a problem with that?" The second cowboy leaned close to her ear and pushed her long hair to the side. "My partner says you've broken a law or two lately. Sounds like a punishable offense." He nipped her earlobe.

  Charli sucked in a sharp breath, the slight pain on her ear only making her hornier. "What exactly did he tell you?"

  Her cowboy from the night before reached around her to tug her tank top hem from her denim shorts. "Only the truth. Nothing but the truth." He kissed the curve of her neck as his hands slipped beneath her shirt, sliding across her skin, inching upward.

  The other man found the rivet on her shorts and flipped it free
of the hole, sliding the zipper downward. "The truth being that you two had all the fun without me."

  A jolt went straight to her pussy. "You know we're out on a well-traveled highway. What if someone comes by? I could scream and you two would go to jail." Her head dropped back, belying her words. If she screamed it would be in rapture, not fear.

  "Oh, you'll scream all right." Cowboy Number Two dropped down on his haunches, both hands curling around her ankle. He rose ever upward, rough, calloused fingers skimming across her calf, the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh to the tattered fringe of her cutoffs that barely hid the curve of her butt cheeks. He didn't stop there, his coarse fingers slipping beneath her cutoffs to cup her ass, finding and tugging at the string of her thong panties. "You'll scream when we probe you for hidden secrets."

  Her pussy clenched, a wash of juices gushing forth.

  The first cowboy maneuvered behind her, flicking the catch on her bra with one hand, the other ready to catch one full, ripe breast as it spilled into his palm. The hand on her back slipped lower and she could feel him fumbling behind her. Then a hard rod poked into her back. "Ever been fucked by two men at once?"

  "No," she whispered, her breathing ragged, the assault on her senses, driving her body into a frenzy. She wanted this. She wanted his cock inside her. Wanted his mouth on her pussy, sucking, flicking and tonguing her over the edge of sanity. "Please."

  "Please what?" The cowboy with his hand on her butt found her tight, round asshole and poked a finger in. "Fuck you with my finger or with my dick?"

  "Both. Now. Please." She tried to turn and face them, to see beneath the black hats.

  "Silence!" The man with the deep voice slapped her ass. "Our identity is of no concern to you. To keep you from further discovering the truth, we will have to administer the shroud of darkness."

  "Shroud of darkness? You two are killing me." Charli pushed her bound hands against the hood of her SUV. "Uncuff me so that I can touch you. Hell, so that I can touch myself. I can't take much more of this."

  Deep Voice leaned close, refusing to let her push away from the hood of the SUV. Before she could protest, a dark bandana was tied around her head, covering her eyes. A thrill of apprehension shivered across her skin. "Hey, this is getting creepy. Let go of me."

  "We will, once we've completed our probe." Her cowboy with the deep voice pulled her away from the vehicle and into his arms, tipping her chin upward. "All you have to do is say stop and we'll let go. No harm, no foul." His lips brushed across hers, a hint of mint and coffee teasing her senses. "Understood?" he asked, his tongue flicking out to run across her bottom lip.

  She nodded, her mouth opening.

  He took her, his lips slanting over hers, his tongue pushing past her teeth to tangle and sweep alongside hers, thrusting in and out. When the cowboy lifted his head, Charli tried to follow him.

  "Do you want us to stop?" he whispered against her ear.

  Her wrists encased in handcuffs and her eyes blindfolded, Charli should have been appalled, scared and angry. Instead she shook her head, excited beyond belief, her body primed and ready for whatever these men had planned. "Please, don't stop."

  "Remove her shorts. We need to check everywhere."

  A chuckle rose from the man kneeling at her feet. "With pleasure." Big hands gripped the hem of her cutoffs and dragged them down over her thighs, inching lower a little at a time until the cool night air skimmed across her buttocks.

  "The panties, too." Deep Voice demanded.

  "Yes, sir." As soon as the shorts dropped to her ankles, the other cowboy dug his fingers beneath the elastic of her thong and dragged them down her legs, pulling off both panties and shorts. "I think we have to explore further. Seems there's something of interest in here." He parted her folds and flicked at her clit.

  Charli moaned, her body on fire.

  "I believe you're right. Let's bring it up into the light so that we can see more clearly what we have to work with," said that deep resonant tone.

  Unable to see what was going on, Charli squealed when arms scooped behind her legs and swung her up in the air. She was carried a short distance, then laid out on a blanket, the surface hard beneath her backside, hard metal like the bed of a pickup. "You might warn me next time," she grumbled. Her last word ended on a gasp as a firm mouth closed on her pussy, the hot tongue swirling in her juices. "Oh, my." Her knees opened wider, her hands hooking around the back of his head, urging him closer.

  Firm fingers reached out and cupped her breasts. "Better?" The second cowboy breathed against her ear.

  "Ummm, yesss." Her words hitched in her throat as tingling turned to electrical jolts speeding through her system. "So much better. But I want to play, too."

  "This is serious business. My partner needs to probe the inside of your mouth with his stick."

  "What kind of stick?" Charli asked, knowing the answer, her pulse accelerating.

  The rustle of clothing and a thunk of boots hitting the pavement was followed by the truck bed giving beneath the weight of another occupant.

  Even with her eyes closed, she could tell when the other cowboy straddled her, his knees on either side of her head. When something velvety smooth, yet stiff and hard bumped against her lips, she gasped, her mouth opening.

  She raised her bound hands to grasp the rod, guiding a full, engorged cock into her mouth. Even as she sucked the newest stranger's shaft between her lips, her original cowboy pushed her knees wider, his thumb finding and pressing into her anus. A warm wet tongue traveled along the inside of her thigh, teasing a path to her center, that throbbing, needy nubbin of nerves that flared to life like tinder exposed to flame. Her back arched and her heels dug into the blanket, thrusting her closer to that magical tongue flicking, licking and swirling her to the edge of sanity.

  Her fingers smoothed down over the cock, finding and kneading the balls at its base. The cowboy above her thrust deep, bumping against the back of her throat. As he pulled out, she clamped down gently, scraping her teeth across his skin.

  "Careful, now." He pulled his cock to the edge of her lips. "No biting or we'll have to punish you."

  Intrigued by the threat, she nipped the tip of his penis, a guilty smile curling her lips. What more did these two have in store for her? And good Lord, why wasn't she more concerned over being captured by the pair?

  A hand reached between them and pinched her nipple hard.

  "Ouch!"

  "Two can play that game," said the cowboy poised above her.

  The little bit of playful pain, and the excitement and danger of getting caught by passersby stoked her embers, bring the fire back into her body, reminding her of how good being naughty could feel. She grabbed for the cock in front of her, lifted her head and sucked it fully into her mouth. Her fingers squeezed the balls, caught between them as the cowboy over her stiffened, thrust one last time and pulled free of her mouth.

  Meanwhile, the man between her legs brought her to the big "O" with a few well-placed strokes with that miraculous tongue, catapulting her into ecstasy. She screamed out loud, her voice piercing the still night air, echoing into the darkness. Her body throbbed, her pelvis rocking with her release. But it wasn't enough.

  "Inside. I need you inside me. Now!" She wrapped her ankles around his back, urging him upward.

  The man whose cock she'd sucked moved away, perching close by.

  Deep Voice rose to his knees, draped her legs over his shoulders and drove into her pussy in one hard, swift thrust. He held her hips still, encased to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside her.

  Her body stiffened then relaxed. "More. Please. More," she gasped, ready to take this fucking to the next level. She wanted to feel him inside her, scraping her channel in the smooth sensuous rhythm of a lover.

  Instead, he pulled free.

  "What?" She reached out with bound hands, grasping at air.

  Before she could capture his cock and bring it home, he flipped her onto her side. He laid down faci
ng her, his cock nudging against her clit. "I ask you again, have you ever been fucked by two men at once?"

  Her heart pounding against her chest, her mind embracing all the possibilities, her eyes straining to see through the black bandana, Charli whispered, "No."

  "Do you want to?" the other cowboy asked, a hand caressing her hip.

  "Yes!" Charlie lay still, unsure what to do next, wondering if she sounded too eager, too needy. She didn't care as long as they left her satisfied.

  With her cowboy facing her, his fingers threading through her hair, she held her breath, waiting for their next move, completely captivated by their wicked intentions.

  The other man slipped in behind her, his body spooning her, warming her backside, his dick pressing between her butt cheeks, probing for her anus and finding it. He swirled a finger in her pussy, dragging the thick juices to coat her asshole and his member.

  Pulse pounding in her ears, Charli could hardly stand the suspense. Her skin flushed hot and then cold. What would it feel like to have two men inside her at once? Wasn't this every woman's secret fantasy? Would it hurt? Would it be sweet torture? Would they ever get around to it?

  She wiggled impatiently against the cowboy behind her, parting her legs to give him better access.

  His thick, wet cock pressed against the tight hole, gently pushing in until just the rounded head fit inside.

  Charli sucked in a quick breath and held it, the initial pain easing as she relaxed.

  Her deep-toned cowboy fingered her pussy, swirling into her, stirring her juices with one, then two and finally three fingers, pushing in, widening her channel. With wet fingers, he found her clit and flicked it, his cock thrusting into her at the same time, bumping against the other cowboy's dick, filling her anus.

  Large, calloused hands cupped her breasts from behind while equally dexterous hands held her hips steady from the front.

  As her cowboy fucked her pussy, the other man eased deeper into her ass. The blindfold held out the light, but she didn't need to see what was happening to her. All she had to do was feel.

  And oh how wonderful it felt. With each thrust, the tension built inside her, the heat of two muscled bodies sandwiching her between them only added to the experience, sending her to the heavens. As she reached nirvana, a burst of stars erupted beneath her eyelids, she cried out, her fingers convulsing in her cowboy's chest hair, the men tensing at the same time as they thrust one last time inside her body.