For those of you who love cowboys, and those who think a true ménage is just divine, tomorrow will bring a sweet new treat.

Tough…or tender? If she plays her cards right, she won’t have to choose.

Dani Standifer arrives home at her West Texas family ranch a day early, ready to pick up where she left off with Rowe Ayers, her high school sweetheart. However, when she opens the door to their line-shack trysting place, it’s clear she waited a day too long. Rowe’s with someone else—another man. And not just any other man—Justin Cruz, the bad boy with whom she shared one wild encounter, years ago.

Justin’s waited a long time for this moment. He knows his reputation, but since he seduced Rowe, he’s been a one-man cowboy—waiting for Dani to return and become the delicious fulfillment of his and Rowe’s needs. If she’s up to the challenge.

To her own surprise, Dani finds she’s more than ready to have both men in her life—as soon as she and Rowe teach Justin a lesson or two about love.

Their small town may not be ready for their kind of relationship. And Dani’s brother Cutter’s mile-deep grudge against Justin throws in a complication that could break the foundation the three of them have built…

Warning: Hold on for the rodeo of your life with rough ridin’ male on male action; blazing hot m/m/f scenes; and melt-your-panties lovin’ as each of these sexy cowboys gives it the way they know best to turn their woman inside out.

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Justin let himself and Dani into Rowe’s darkened foyer and, with a hand at her back, guided her through the living room and down the hallway toward the bedroom at the end of the long corridor.

Rowe’s house wasn’t as large as Dani’s. Just a plain old-fashioned ranch house, single-storied, a white clapboard exterior with a porch stretching along the front. The interior wasn’t fancy, but the furnishings were sturdy, well made. A far cry from the cheap cinder block and plain pine furniture he’d grown up with. This time, his gaze didn’t roam the rooms, cataloging the differences.

Light fanned into the hallway from the crack of an open door. Dani’s steps slowed.

“You know what’s gonna happen tonight…” he whispered, wondering if she was getting cold feet.

“Think I’m gonna back down?”

Justin drew a deep breath, warning himself to slow down. “Anytime you get nervous or scared…”

One pale brow arched. “You’ll stop?

A smile lifted one side of his mouth. “I’ll slow down. Don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” Justin pushed open the door. The sight that greeted him had him grinning.

Rowe lay against the pillows, completely naked. The set of his chin and his lowered eyebrows said he knew exactly what had kept the pair. By the rigid state of his cock, Rowe had tried to relieve a little tension on his own. “’Bout damn time,” he grumbled.

Justin pushed the small of Dani’s back, urging her forward. Her cheeks were a bright red, but she gave Rowe a small, sheepish grin, then shrugged.

“What was it?” Rowe said, his gaze skimming Dani’s mussed appearance. “Justin had to start the party without me?”

“Fuck you,” Justin said, aiming a glare the other man’s way. “Dani, get your clothes off.”

Dani’s head swiveled his way, a frown furrowing her forehead.

Justin gave her a single arched brow, echoing her own tart response seconds ago.

Her attention went from him to Rowe and something passed between the other two. Like a coded glance. Their gazes locked and lips pressed into straight lines.

Justin didn’t like being left out of the “conversation” one damn bit.

He toed off his boots while he unbuckled his belt and slid it free, wrapping it around his fist while he glared at Rowe.

Rowe’s face darkened, eyeing the leather. He gave a subtle shake of his head and Justin shrugged, then dropped the belt and went to work on the rest of his clothes.

“We should talk some, don’t you think?” Rowe said, raising an eyebrow then aiming a pointed glance Dani’s way.

Justin kept his expression neutral and his gaze aimed at his zipper, which he was drawing down. “Dani, you need to talk about this first?”

She didn’t blurt an answer like she usually did when she was flustered. He raised his head.

Dani’s mouth opened and her tongue wet her upper lip. “Um…guess not.”

Rowe’s lips firmed, and he patted the mattress beside him. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Dani skimmed across the floor and climbed fully clothed onto the mattress.

Coming to his knees, Rowe slid a hand beneath his pillow, pulling out two condoms. “We’ll take care of you tonight.”

“I know,” she said softly. “I’m not afraid.”

Rowe bracketed her cheeks and bent to kiss her mouth.

Dani sighed and opened for him, meeting his kiss.

Justin felt uneasy. Like a voyeur watching the two of them share the intimate moment. When they drew apart, Rowe pressed his forehead against hers…then both heads turned toward Justin.

He stiffened, feeling for a moment like they’d passed another secret message and were studying him together. Justin shrugged off his shirt and pushed down his pants. When he stepped out of his clothing, he stood with his hands braced on his hips, watching them both while suspicion caused the hairs on his arms to lift.

“She has too many clothes on,” he ground out, knowing he sounded like a dumbass. But goddamn, they seemed to draw strength from each other.

Determination gleamed in Rowe’s light blue eyes. “Dani’s not a whore, Justin. And she’s a little nervous.”

Well, so was he, but he’d be damned if he let either one of them know it.

Justin crawled onto the tall king-sized bed, stopping next to the couple in the center who still faced each other. This close, he could breathe in the scent of Dani’s pussy, the come still clinging to her skin. Rowe had to smell it too.

Skin stretched tight across Rowe’s cheeks, his jaw firmed. The dusting of whiskers added an outlaw appearance that, for once, Justin didn’t find funny. Rowe’s edgy glance also took him aback. He’d always known how to handle Rowe, knew how to seduce him. With the woman between them, Rowe seemed to draw his masculinity more tightly around himself, reacting like a man protecting his woman.

Oddly, the subtle change from vulnerability and need to strength made Justin’s body grow even more rigid. A surge of adrenaline, white hot and acrid inside his mouth, had him wanting to compete with Rowe, face off against an adversary over the right to claim the woman.

But if he took the scenario a step further in him mind, he knew he didn’t want Rowe going anywhere afterward. He wanted to pound at his ass, brand him with the knowledge he’d never take the lead, never have more of Dani than he’d allow.

Justin drew in a deep, sharp breath, not liking the feelings Rowe aroused in him—lust, jealousy, a need to dominate that was miles beyond the sexual games they’d played.

What did that say about himself and the kind of man he was?

Ruthlessly, he turned his attention to Dani, who watched him from behind a carefully blank expression. Not something he’d accept either. “I want her naked and on her back, Rowe. I want her spread.”

Dani’s eyes widened and her small pink tongue wet her bottom lip. Justin remembered the feel of her mouth sucking his cock, and his dick jerked.

“Dani’s not a dog,” Rowe said, his voice deepening, the words spoken slowy. “She’s not a bitch you can jerk on the lead and make her do whatever you want.”

Justin knew Rowe was cautioning him, telling him to gentle up, but he didn’t know how. He acted on instinct, and right now everything inside him told him to take them both to the mattress, make them both submit.

Justin swallowed. “I think I’m in trouble here,” he whispered.

Rowe’s gaze raked over him, then softened on his face. He gave him a little nod. “You trust me?”

Hell no. But he trusted himself even less. “Yeah.”

“Lie down.”

Justin ground his jaws together, but the pair parted and he slid between them, turning to lie on his back with the two of them staring down at him.

Dani’s gaze clung to his cock. The hunger in her stare had him fighting the urge to growl and rise up to crawl all over her.

Rowe reached beneath the pillows and slid something else down.

Justin turned his head and snorted. The fuzzy cuffs from the cabin. “You expect those to hold me?”

“Yeah, I do.”

And then, Justin understood. They wanted his surrender. His willing surrender.

Rowe slipped the cuffs around his wrists.

Justin curled his fists. “All right, you have me here. What are you going to do now?”

Rowe smiled and raised his head to catch Dani’s glance. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief. This time, Justin didn’t bother suppressing a deep rumble of frustration.

Dani bent and pressed her lips against his. “We’re doing this for you, Justin.”

“You think I want to be the one on the bottom?”

Her smile sank a dimple deep in one cheek. “Nope. You’re gonna hate it.”

Dani sat and tugged off her boots, tossing them across the room. She made a show of wrestling off her clothing, giving them sly peeks to let them know that she knew she had their rapt attention.

When she was finally nude, Rowe’s hand cupped the back of Dani’s head, and he pulled her long blonde hair, drawing her up. Then meeting over Justin’s body, the two kissed. Rowe’s hands cupped her shoulders, then stroked downward, moving in to palm her breasts.

Dani moaned and leaned closer, her knees snuggling close to Justin’s side.

Rowe trailed kisses down her neck, to the top of her small breasts. Then he scooped up a nipple with his mouth and suckled hard.

Dani’s hands clutched Rowe’s light brown hair; her head fell back.

If his hands had been free, Justin would have reached up to slide his fingers into her cunt and see how wet the other man made her, but in the end he didn’t need to touch. Her scent ripened, her nipples spiked. Her lids lowered and kiss-softened lips rounded around soft, jagged gasps.

His cock ached. The accidental brushes of their thighs against the tip as they surged closer nearly killed him. But he wasn’t going to beg. Neither was he going to jerk the chains holding him to free himself. He felt too edgy, too feral, and while he might have been willing and eager to let loose with violence on Rowe, he didn’t want to frighten Dani.

Instead, he grew increasingly rigid and desperate for relief.

Rowe lifted his head and pressed a quick kiss against Dani’s forehead. “Come here,” he growled.

Dani climbed eagerly over Justin. Rowe scooted backwards, arranging her for his pleasure, laying her down perpendicular to Justin’s body, her head resting on his belly. Rowe parted her thighs then thrust his arms beneath her knees. “Put me inside you.”

Rowe was using the voice—Justin’s tone and uninflected commands.

Dani turned to glance at Justin. Her eyes were a little wild, but her head turned back to Rowe and she reached down and grasped his shaft, placing the tip of him against her entrance.

Rowe stroked forward. “Watch me fuck you.”

The command was meant for Dani, but Justin couldn’t look away. Rowe’s cock thrust in, then came back, glistening with her juices then sank inside again.

Justin knew what her heat felt like, consuming him, sucking him in, but watching also put other images in his mind, of Rowe’s arrow-shaped tip breaching his ass and stroking straight inside.

Justin grunted and raised his knees, letting his belly sink to cup the back of Dani’s head. His cock grazed her cheek and she turned toward it. He couldn’t see it, but he felt the brush of her wet tongue against his blunt head, felt her mouth fasten around it, and he held himself still to prevent slipping from her hot, wet mouth.

Rowe’s strokes quickened, jerking Dani up and down. Her lips suctioned harder to keep her grip around him. Dani’s breasts quivered with the ferocity of Rowe’s motions, her body flushed with heat, and she raised her legs, toes pointing outward while Rowe moved closer on his knees and hammered her pussy.

The lush, wet sounds grew sharper, wetter, and Dani’s belly curved, her knees bent and she drew her legs upward. She wanted more, wanted the cock slamming into her to come deeper.

Watching, aching, Justin couldn’t help but stare at the couple’s groins as they slapped together noisily. God, would they ever just finish it?

Dani gave a muffled cry against his cockhead, her teeth tightened and Justin cursed, but her body curled into itself, and he knew from the choked cries vibrating against him that she was coming hard.

Rowe pulled out abruptly and ringed his cock with one hand at the base. His chest billowed, glistened with sweat.

Dani’s tongue swept over Justin’s crown then her mouth withdrew. Her head turned toward Rowe. “What do you want?” she rasped.

“Depends on our friend here,” he said, his gaze slowly lifting to Justin.

And Justin knew what Rowe wanted. Knew how he wanted to finish himself off. “No,” Justin said, the word coming in a quick, emphatic gust.

“He’s not ready, Rowe.” Dani’s voice was pitched low. The throaty texture nearly had Justin begging for her to swallow down his cock. Her hand smoothed over her belly, sweeping up to squeeze her own breast then downward. Her fingers skimmed her folds.

Justin dropped his head against the pillow and closed his eyes tight. Jesus Christ, he wanted to fist his hands around the chains and rip them from the bedpost. His body was primed, aroused like never before. He wasn’t one to postpone his own pleasure, but he recognized that when his release came it would be cataclysmic.

And he wasn’t sure which partner would give him the greatest pleasure—not at that moment. With Dani’s fingers teasing him with the moist sounds she coaxed from between her legs, and Rowe’s thick, reddened cock, held tightly in his own grip, Justin didn’t want to choose. He just wanted release.

“Whatever…” he whispered and closed his eyes.

The cuffs opened. Bodies moved on the mattress. Then hands rolled him over. Soft kisses trailed from his neck to his ass. A slender hand slipped between his thighs and he spread them, giving Dani access to massage his balls.

“Come up on your knees.”