
Hot Off the Ranch 2
A Ballad for Her Cowboys
When Misty sees Aiden and Seth again, she hopes the handsome cowboys have forgotten the wild night they all shared. But for the men who loved and lost her years earlier, finding her again at a resort in the middle of Arizona gives them another chance to show her how they feel. When they take on extra work at the rodeo in order to save their own ranch, they don't know that the songbird performing at the cabaret lounge every night will be Misty.
A few bad years have driven her confidence and her career into the ground. She distrusts everyone and can't allow herself to believe that they only want to love her. Can Misty admit that she loves them too and be satisfied with life far from the spotlight? Will the day ever come when the only song in her heart is A Ballad for Her Cowboys?
Genre: Contemporary/Ménage a Trois/Quatre/Western/CowboysLength: 31,521 words
A BALLAD FOR HER COWBOYS
Hot Off the Ranch 2
Luxie Ryder
MENAGE AMOUR
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A BALLAD FOR HER COWBOYS
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Prologue
'Ladies and Gentlemen, please give it up for Misty Tucker!'
Misty walked out into the spotlight on the tiny stage, taken aback at the size of the audience waiting for her. The cabaret lounge of the Broken Jaw Rodeo and Wild West Holiday Lodge in Arizona looked filled to capacity. In the three months since she'd taken the job, she'd never seen so many people. Her boss, Hoagie Dunshaw, hadn't lied when he promised things would pick up come high season.
To learn every guest staying at the Lodge crammed themselves into the bar wouldn't have surprised her. It wasn't as if there was anything else to do at night in an artificial town built in the middle of a dust bowl.
'Hi everyone, and welcome to the show.'
Misty injected as much warmth into the words as she could muster. After all, she ended up singing for barely more than minimum wage at a fake saloon bar, in a place she never heard of, wasn't the crowd's fault. They shouldn't have to pick up the tab for the bad management and bad loving of one low-life son-of-a-bitch named Wade.
She picked up her guitar and launched into a familiar tune, one she played and sung many times before. The song had been a minor hit when things went better a few years back before her ex ran her life and career off the road. If Wade found her right now, then he'd fuck up this gig up for her, too.
One song blended seamlessly into the other. Once upon a time she enjoyed performing for others, excited to share the thoughts and feelings she poured into her songs, but those days were long gone. Misty rarely sang her own compositions anymore. They reminded her too much of the hopeful young woman she'd been once.
Another sequin lost its fragile grip on her costume and floated to the ground distracting her for a moment. It lay glinting at her feet like a fallen teardrop. She tore her gaze away from it, lest she succumb to the urge to shed some real tears to keep it company on the stage.
A commotion at the doorway when more people entered was her signal to launch into the last part of her set. Many of the staff and ranch hands came to catch the end of the show after they got off work. She'd become accustomed to the loud, but well-meaning, interruption. The fresh air, which drifted in when the door opened, revived the crowd and gave Misty a much needed change of atmosphere. Sure, since the smoking ban, the air didn't get as nasty, but two hours of breathing in what one hundred people breathed out was no fun at all.
The disruption lasted a little longer than Misty expected, and then she remembered with extra guests came extra staff. Hoagie took on a few more people to handle the horses, some to serve the guests, and a couple of extra camp guides for the kids. She waited until they all found seats, cast a smile their way to show them they were welcome, and then strummed the strings of her guitar to signal she needed them to quiet down so she could sing.
Misty about reached the middle of the first verse of another country standard, when the door swung open one more time. She threw a glance at the latecomers, a little annoyed to be interrupted again, and then forgot that and the words of the song when she recognized the cowboys who had just walked in. Or, at least, she thought she did.
With the spotlight blinding her, Misty couldn't be sure at first, but then she watched them idle across the room and she knew no one else in the world moved like the tall, dark one. And the fact he had a slightly shorter, but no less impressive, blond man following him meant they could only be the two men she prayed she would never see again - Aiden Black and Seth Orton.
Not that they'd ever done her any harm, far from it. What they gave her was a night she would never forget and a guilty secret only three people in the world knew about, them and her.
The tight knot in her stomach unclenched a little as she remembered what they taught her. She learned a lot about herself that night and she spent the years since trying to forget. But her memory had no conscience, knew no shame, and despite her embarrassment at seeing them again, her brain began to taunt her with images of how the three of them looked tangled in each other's arms.
Misty turned away before they caught her staring. Her only hope was that in the time since she saw them last, they had many new conquests and had no reason to remember her.
But what if they did remember? She knew she'd never forget...
Chapter 1
Five years earlier------Nashville, Tennessee
Misty saw the two guys take, what became their regular seats at the bar. She smiled, secretly pleased they hadn't taken no for an answer when they asked her to have a drink with them after they'd first seen her show almost a week earlier.
She couldn't figure them out. They had the hots for her, that much was clear, but surely they didn't plan to compete with each other for her? Both guys seemed totally aware of the fact that the other wanted her too, and it didn't bother them at all. Would they eventually lay their cards on the table tonight and ask her which one, if either of them, she would go home with?
Her set ended with her feeling flustered by their attention as she always did. The dimly lit interior of the wood paneled room made it impossible to even see the guys' faces under their Stetsons, but she almost felt their eyes branding her. They didn't smile, talk, or applaud while she performed. They sat there, slowly sucking on their beers, and watching her intently. She knew they liked her voice, they'd told her that much. She wasn't sure they came just to hear her songs anymore though. They were on the hunt, and while the thought of it annoyed her, she couldn't ignore that it thrilled her a little too.
'Has anyone told you that you look like a young Rita Coolidge?'
Misty turned toward the voice she heard when she left the stage, and made her way to the bar. The wealthy, middle-aged man she found leering down at her could be a music executive or the owner of a record label, so she couldn't afford to be rude, no matter how much she wanted to be. It took ten years of her life for her to find the courage to tell her father she didn't want to help him run the family business anymore, and another two years for her to get this gig in Nashville. Thirty-year-old women trying to break into the country music scene didn't need to be making enemies.
'Yes, I have heard that before, but she cut her hair a few years back, so I don't think we look alike anymore.'
'That sure is pretty hair.'
The slightly sweaty guy licked his lips as he looked at her breasts, pretending to admire the long, shiny black tresses covering them. Misty mentally dismissed him. She turned away, but he grabbed her arm.
'Hey, I'm not finished talking to you, yet.'
'Well, she's finished talking to you.'
Misty didn't need to turn around to know Aiden had leapt to her defense. The husky timbre of his voice, roughened with anger, made her insides melt, even considering the suddenly tense atmosphere. His strong jaw jutted forward as if daring the guy to try to hit him and his already deep-set eyes practically disappeared under his frown. Seth had been blessed with boyish features and might have looked a little less menacing, except for the cold, dead-eyed stare he locked onto the man beside Misty.
'Okay, okay. Sorry, fellas. I didn't know she was taken.'
'She isn't taken,' Seth said to the guy as he backed away. Turning to her with a grin, he added, 'Yet.'
Misty smiled, despite Seth's arrogance. 'Thanks, guys. I was handling it though.'
Aiden looked ready to argue, but Seth elbowed him in the ribs, and shook his head as if sensing a show of machismo wouldn't help. So far, she found Seth the more sensitive of the two. Not that Aiden was a caveman or anything. He didn't appear to have much time for unnecessary sentiment.
They moved toward the bar with Aiden reaching it first and taking charge of ordering a drink for them all. He didn't need to ask Misty what she wanted---he bought her the same thing every night for the past week. She sat on the stool Seth pulled out for her, aware there was no point playing games when they all knew, if nothing else, they liked each other's company. Besides, she would probably never see them again after tonight.
'So, this is your last night here?' Seth asked, taking a seat on her other side. 'We gotta get back to work too.'
'That's right. You guys have your own ranch. I am surprised you could take any time off at all.' The Missouri cattlemen told her of their lifelong friendship and of the partnership they formed years ago. They were the same age as her, but she guessed the fact they worked so hard all their lives was what made them seem a little older. When Aiden's father died, leaving him the owner of a ranch sinking under a mountain of debt, Aiden was just out of his teens, and he had to grow up fast. Seth invested in the business, becoming part owner with Aiden. They told her the ranch barely kept its head above water, but the trip to Tennessee for a business meeting gave them the excuse for a long-overdue holiday.
Seth grimaced, and the expression looked totally out of place on his boyishly handsome face, and hid his bright green eyes for a second. 'Don't let Aiden hear you say that. I practically had to hog-tie him to get him away from the place as it is.'
'Too late, I heard.' Aiden smiled and nodded in Seth's direction, handed them their drinks. 'He was right, too. We both needed a break.'
Aiden eased his six-feet-plus, heavily muscled frame onto the stool beside her, and Misty swore she heard it groan in pleasure. Embarrassed at where her vivid imagination transported her thoughts this time, she took a long gulp of her drink. Having an eye for the small details of life made her a better songwriter, but if she'd begun imagining that wooden seats got a thrill out of having a firm butt pressed into them, then she'd gone crazy. Determined not to notice his habit of sitting with his long, lean thighs spread wide and his groin pressing hard against the shiny surface, Misty averted her gaze and turned a little toward Seth. Luckily, neither guy had any idea where her mind went. She wondered how they would react if they knew just how dirty she could be when she let her imagination have free reign. Not that she'd ever ask them to find out. They were horny enough without any further encouragement from her.
'We didn't intend to stay quite so long though.' Seth left the sentence hanging while both guys looked at her, making it clear that she was the reason they were still in town.
Misty cleared her throat, made nervous by the message in their eyes. 'So I guess we are all leaving Nashville tomorrow?'
'Then we'd better make the most of tonight.'
Aiden's voice seemed to curl around her and tingle across her skin. The words spoken plainly, as if the decision about where the night would lead was out of her hands and he knew she would go wherever---or do whatever---he wanted her to. The promise in his azure eyes stole the breath from her lungs as she stared into Aiden's broad, tanned face.
So did Aiden win a bet between them or something? He made his play in front of his friend so she guessed they came to some agreement. When she turned back to Seth to see his reaction, he looked at his friend and nodded almost solemnly, as if conceding. But then he picked her hand up from the counter and rubbed his thumb across the back of her knuckles. His wide smile highlighted dimples in his cheeks she hadn't noticed before. Misty found herself back to being as confused as ever, until Aiden all but mirrored the actions of his friend and then grinned when she looked from one to the other in shock, knowing for sure what they wanted.
Misty stared down at their linked hands and then up at their faces, trying to figure out the nature of Aiden and Seth's relationship before she even dared allow herself to consider what they were asking her for.
'So are you, you know...lovers?'
Were they bisexual? Neither man looked to be, but then she realized she didn't really care. What they did with each other didn't interest her anywhere near as much as the thought of what they wanted to do with her. She blushed when they laughed at her question.
Aiden lifted her hand to his broad lips and brushed a kiss across her skin. 'Sometimes we want the same things. That's all. And right this moment, what we want is you.'
Misty claimed back her hands and wrapped them both around her cold beer as she tried to clear her head. Aiden and Seth kept right on drinking and smiling, as if they hadn't just made her the most tempting offer of her life and expected her to be cool with it. She allowed her gaze to roam over them again while they spoke to each other about mundane tasks they had to do before they headed out of town in the morning. Neither man looked wild or particularly promiscuous. Sexy? Yes. Masculine? Hell, yes. Able to drive her wild, either separately or together? Oh God...
The air sizzled around her and she almost changed her mind about even staying to finish her drink. Even though she knew leaving would be the sensible thing to do---the good-girl thing to do---she couldn't make her body obey her brain.
''So how did you...I mean when did you find out that you both liked this kind of thing?''
''Sharing a woman, you mean?''
Misty's stomach hit her boots at the look in Seth's eyes and the promise of sex in his voice. She nodded, taking another swig of her beer to hide her blushes. Aiden laughed and ran a finger down her cheek.
''Did he embarrass you?''
'I'm not embarrassed.' The tone of her voice told Seth, Aiden, and anyone else who cared to listen that it wasn't embarrassment making her skin flame. It was want: pure, dirty, unadulterated want.
'To answer your question,' Seth continued, 'we found out after a party back at the ranch. We both had too much to drink and wound up asleep on the only empty bed in the house---mine. The first we knew about it was waking up when Kristen crawled into the bed between us, naked as the day she was born.
'Aiden and I kinda thought she was drunk and began to try to get her up and get her clothes back on before her daddy found out what almost happened and took his rifle to us. But Kristen wasn't drunk, nor the well-behaved little girl we'd always believed her to be. She told us she was twenty-one and wilder than we'd ever given her credit for.'
Aiden chuckled and Misty felt a stab of jealousy toward a woman she never met, which was silly. She should find Kristen and thank her for turning these men onto something she was sure she would soon be very grateful for.
'And do you do this often?'
'No.' Seth took his hat off and ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. 'There's not too many women around that me and Aiden both want.'
'So, I guess I should take this as a compliment?'
Aiden's dark brows knit together, and she knew her comment touched a nerve. 'We're nothing special, honey, but you are. We're the ones who feel flattered you even gave us the time of day.'
Misty couldn't believe they didn't know how gorgeous they were. She guessed living and working out in the wilds of Missouri meant they didn't get to meet many women. She let her gaze wonder over Aiden's broad chest and hated the white cotton shirt covering up the muscles beneath. The open neck gave her a glimpse of tanned skin, dusted with dark, springy hairs that matched the ones on the strong forearms resting on his thighs. Seth's arms were smoother and she saw more of them due to the short sleeves of his T-shirt. Each time he lifted a beer to his lips, his bicep rippled under his sun-kissed skin, and Misty wanted to sink her teeth into it.
She took a swig of her beer, hoping the shock of cold, bitter liquid would cool the burn in her gut or the throb between her thighs, but it didn't help at all. She felt their eyes on her again and became more self-conscious than ever of her body and how it reacted to their nearness. By the time she placed her bottle back down onto the bar, Misty knew she couldn't walk away from what they were offering.
She bought the next round of drinks, turned her back on them, and enjoyed a moment of calm. Now she made her mind up, and acknowledged what she kind of knew all along, she felt better. The battle raging between her body and her brain, over what she should do as opposed to what she wanted, won. Misty handed Aiden his drink while keeping her gaze fixed on his for a heartbeat longer than necessary. 'So, you've decided.'
There was no question in his tone. Misty shrugged and smiled feigning nonchalance to hide her nervousness. Seth looked from one to the other, confusion creasing his forehead. Finally, he caught on to the subtext of their conversation.
A huge grin split his features, his expression hopeful. 'Yeah?'
Misty nodded, laughing at his excitement and getting another hit of adrenaline at the thought of how much they seemed to want her.
But when time went on and neither of them made a move, she began to wonder if she'd misunderstood. Was she supposed to wait until they were ready to leave, or let them know when she wanted to go? Either way, the waiting stretched her nerves and weakened her resolve. Misty allowed her gaze to roam over the two insanely handsome men one more time. Individually, they looked too much for her. God only knew if she would handle two. But she wanted to try.
Tension got the better of her. 'So, are we doing this or what?'
Aiden laughed when Seth choked on his beer and then turned to Misty. 'Well, it's kind of your call. We didn't want to rush you into anything. Are you ready?'
She nodded, swallowing the hard lump that had formed in her throat at his question. Ready? She could never be ready for what they were offering, but she knew she would never forgive herself if she passed up the chance to find out.
They hit the street and Misty, sucking in a lungful of fresh air, wondered if the sultry atmosphere of the bar seduced her into making such a rash decision. Yet, when she looked at Aiden and Seth, still glorious in the pale moonlight, and a warm, gentle breeze caressed her skin, her breath caught in her throat. The night deepened her desire rather than lift it.
The guys looped their arms through hers and pulled her across the street with them, toward a hotel opposite the bar. Misty hadn't realized they stayed so close. She might have spoken up sooner if she knew.
She dipped her head as they walked past an old guy sleeping at the reception desk, in case he opened his eyes. Misty guessed he couldn't know, but she was sure one look at her guilty face confessed everything.
The low-budget hotel was a beautiful old building that retained much of its former grace and charm, and she got a thrill from riding an ancient elevator that groaned and squeaked its way up to the top floor. Aiden slid open the cage door and led the way to a room at the end of the hall, until Seth stopped him.
'My room is bigger.'
Aiden shrugged and followed Seth to another door, placing a gentle hand at Misty's back to guide her into the room.
The lemon-yellow decor seemed a little too girlish for a modern-day hotel, especially with two huge men looking out of place in the middle of all the frills and laces, but it was pretty and clean. A ruffled comforter on top of an enormous bed made it look like a wedding cake. Misty grinned at the thought of Seth trying to sleep under it.
'Yeah, it's not really me, is it? I've been fighting with the damned thing for a week. It ends up on the floor most nights. Still, it was worth the trouble if it made you smile.' He brushed a stray hair from her cheek. 'You looked terrified until just now. Are you sure you want to do this?'
Misty sighed, releasing the breath she held when he got close. 'I'm sure. I just kinda need things to get started, before I talk myself out of it.'
They laughed and Aiden crossed the room to stand as close to her as Seth was. 'We don't need asking twice,' he said.
But still they didn't move. Misty almost felt the heat from their bodies on either side of her. She closed her eyes and prayed one of them would show her what to do or how to get things started. She looked at Seth, surprised to find him smiling at her.
'Well, I don't know what you think is so funny. I...I'm not sure what to do.'
'You don't have to do anything, honey. Just trust us. Okay?' Seth whispered.
Misty nodded and closed her eyes again, this time because Seth leaned in to kiss her. His lips parted hers, and she rocked back on her heels a little at the pressure from his mouth. His kiss told her that he was desperate for her, but she wouldn't have known by his easygoing attitude only seconds earlier. His passion took her a little unawares.
She felt a hand at her back, holding her steady, and assumed it was Aiden's. Misty lifted her arms to wrap them around Seth's neck but stopped when she felt her T-shirt being tugged from her jeans. Aiden tore it over her head, forcing her to break the kiss with Seth. He turned her around, as if stealing her away, and replaced Seth's mouth with his own. Where his friend had been hard and demanding, Aiden were gentle and teasing---pulling and sucking at hers, as if tasting them.
Seth didn't waste the opportunity to explore her further, and she felt the gentle brush of his fingertips against her abdomen as he slid his hands around her torso. The almost ticklish sensation deepened into a seductive one when he gripped her firmly and dragged his palms up her body and over her ribcage, stopping only when he had her cotton-covered breasts clasped in his hands.
Misty pulled her mouth away from Aiden's as an unsuppressed groan ripped from her throat. He pushed her toward Seth by her shoulders, lifting her arms up and wrapping them around his friend's neck, leaving her front exposed to him. Misty tried to watch when Aiden began to work on her jeans, but Seth's fingers slipping up and under her bra to graze over her nipples forced her eyes shut and her head back farther.
She felt Aiden's knuckles pressing into her stomach while he undid her denims. Misty pulled her muscles taut, expecting to resist a jerking motion when Aiden tore her jeans down her legs, and it surprised her when he didn't pull them off. Suddenly, a flattened palm slid down over her mound in one smooth motion and Aiden's fingertips were on the fabric covering her clit before she realized what he was doing. Misty's body gave a hard kick in response to the unexpected jolt of pleasure, and she sagged against Seth, unable to maintain her grip on his neck. He turned her face toward his and plunged his tongue into her open mouth. She sucked on it greedily, moaning against it when Aiden slid his hand inside her panties.
Seth wound a hand in her hair, wrapping the long tresses around a wrist and tugging on them to angle her head back farther as he deepened the kiss. With his other hand, he pulled the straps of her bra down her arms, keeping her head tilted back when he released her lips and looked down at her. His green eyes glistened, and he licked his lips, a warning of his intent. He released his grip on her hair and cradled her torso over one arm as he brought his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth.
Misty cried out, but not from pain, when the stubble on his jaw scratched across the delicate skin of her breast. The rough sensation contrasted sharply with the warm, wet one his hot mouth created, which made it all the more intense. She plunged her fingers into Seth's hair, tearing out some of his blond strands in her struggle to find something to hold onto.
Aiden's hand moved away, and she groaned at the loss until a sudden frisson of cold air on her ass told her why he stopped driving her crazy. He dropped to his haunches, tore her jeans and panties from her legs, and Misty saw him fling them across the room. Seth still worked on her nipple, and his head almost blocked her view, but she looked past him and down at herself, spread-eagle and naked between two still--fully clothed men. The sight didn't embarrass or shame her. Rather, it sent another jolt of desire through her and the moisture building between the folds of her pussy began to trickle over her thighs.
'Aw, fuck, Misty,' Aiden moaned, his eyes riveted to the spot where she creamed for him. 'Baby, I gotta taste you.'
He dropped to his knees and finally took off his hat. Misty almost told the pair of them it was bad manners to keep them on while you were trying to seduce someone, and then she realized she kinda liked it. Still, Aiden wouldn't have been able to do what he started to with his Stetson on, so she didn't mind when he got rid of it. His tongue danced a trail across her stomach as he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. He moved his attention from the skin on her abdomen to the moist, throbbing flesh between her legs, nuzzling her mound with his nose for a second and then leaning in and licking from her dripping pussy up to her clit.
Misty shuddered and almost stopped breathing altogether when the combined sensations of the mouths working on her most sensitive parts nearly stopped her heart. She sucked in a ragged, shaky breath as Seth lifted his head to see what Aiden was doing. Aiden looked up at her, ignoring his friend and holding her gaze while he leaned forward to lick at her again. Watching, Seth groaned and turned back to kiss her. He finally stripped her bra away from where it bunched up at her rib cage.
His tongue seemed to work in unison with the one between her thighs, stroking the inside of her mouth at the same time Aiden's dragged over her flesh. Her legs began to shake, both from the intense spasms going through her and the awkward position they held her in.
'Guys, I need to lie down.' She hardly recognized her own voice and laughed at the husky, almost strangled sound she barely managed to force out.
'Sorry,' Seth and Aiden said, almost in unison.
Aiden slid away, giving Seth the space to scoop her up into his arms and carry her to the bed. His mouth found hers again, and he held her for a minute or two, kissing her with the same hunger he shown at the beginning. By the time he placed her on the bed and stepped back, Misty was surprised to find Aiden waiting for her, already naked with his arms open wide to receive her from Seth. She turned into them, seamlessly transferring her mounting desire from the man who had just recently held her to the man who now was.
A gentle hand around her ankle parted her legs, creating a space for Seth to climb into. She rolled onto her back with Aiden's help, his mouth still on hers, and began to shake at the feeling of Seth's hands crawling up the inside of her thighs. He nudged his shoulders between her legs, groaning in pleasure when she opened them wide for him. Misty didn't need to guess how wet she was. She felt it oozing from her when she quivered as his soft breath tickled her swollen clit.
Aiden's mouth left hers and began to burn a trail over her jaw and down her neck, stopping only when it reached her breasts. Misty marveled at how two men could do the same things, but how it could feel so differently when Aiden took one of her nipples into his mouth. His technique was to suck it in hard, then circle his tongue around and over it again and again. Each flick across her peak sent a tiny spasm of pleasure through her that eventually came so thick and fast they morphed into one long, hot ache searing right down to her groin.
Seth still had not moved and Misty began to get distracted as she wondered what he waited for. She squirmed under Aiden's mouth and groaned in frustration at her need for something hard inside her.
'Seth?' Her question sounded more like a plea.
'I'm here, baby. I just like watching you. Do you want me to do something for you?' 'Uh-huh.'
He laughed. 'You're gonna have to better than that. I'll do anything you want, but you gotta tell me what it is.'
Misty growled, surprising herself and making Aiden laugh against her breast.
'Say it,' Seth teased. 'Just tell me what you want.'
'I want to come. Please...I want to come so hard. Now.'
Misty's cheeks flamed, and she almost hated him for a moment for making her beg. But she forgot about it when Seth laughed and Aiden groaned against her, and thankfully, she didn't need to ask again. Her bravery rewarded with the gentle probing of a thick finger, pushing its way inside her. Misty went rigid, and her legs spread even farther when Seth pulled out a little and then plunged into her again. This time, his mouth joined his hand and he sucked her clit, taking the whole of it between his lips and moaning onto her flesh. She bucked against him and tangled a hand into his hair, matching the one she already buried in Aiden's. Seth swapped his finger for something thicker---his thumb, Misty guessed---and she began to come.
Aiden read her reactions and reached over to pinch her other nipple between his fingers when she began to shake and moan under him. Seth splayed his hand wide, his thumb still plunging in and out of her. His fingers pressed hard between the cheeks of her ass, one of them resting against the tight bud hiding there, as if about to push inside. The suggestion of another, more intimate caress sent her careening into her second orgasm.
Misty didn't know how long it took her to recover. By the time she opened her eyes, they both leaned over her and smiled down into her face with so much pride, it seemed they thought they'd just invented the orgasm. She couldn't begrudge them, but they didn't have to look so damned pleased with themselves. Misty grinned at the direction her thoughts had taken. She loved every minute of it. Who was she trying to kid?
She looked down at Seth's cock for the first time---long, hard, and glistening with arousal---then at Aiden's slightly bigger, thicker one. Aiden's was the one she needed inside her. Besides, she wanted to get Seth into her mouth and teach him that he wasn't the only one who knew how to tease. Misty crawled onto her knees in front of Seth and turned so her ass faced Aiden. If the pair of them couldn't figure out what she asked for, they were as dumb as a box of frogs.
Lucky for her, they weren't dumb. Aiden put on a condom and positioned himself behind her, spreading her ass to slide the first thick inch of his cock into her pussy. He swore, and Misty gasped, raising her head to find Seth waiting for her with his prick in his hand.
She licked her lips and took the head of Seth's cock into her mouth, holding still as he gently thrust the tip in and out. A strong hand curled under her jaw to hold her steady while the other gripped her shoulder to stop her rocking too far forward when Aiden pushed into her. All thoughts of teasing Seth forgotten by the pair of them overwhelming her senses again.
'Baby your mouth,' Seth groaned when she flattened her tongue and changed the angle of her head. 'God, your mouth feels so fucking good.'
Misty shook when Aiden moved over her more, and he gripped her breasts, using them to jerk her ever harder onto his cock. Her ass slapped against his thighs when he sped up, and her pussy convulsed in response. Misty moved a hand from where it supported her and tried to reach her clit, but Aiden beat her to it. Having pushed her arm out of the way, he placed a flat palm against her groin and rubbed her fast and hard. Misty tore her mouth away from Seth, realizing she was about to come once more. He brought her back to him, bunching her hair on top of her head to hold her steady and thrusting between her lips again.
Aiden, who had done no more than grunt and pant behind her, suddenly got more eloquent. 'I can feel your cunt sucking on me. That's it, Misty, just like that. Oh fuck, I can't hold...I'm...'
A moment before his ragged, broken words tipped Misty over the edge into her own orgasm, she heard Seth begin to gasp, and felt the first splash of hot semen on her tongue. From that point on, she didn't know what way was up or who did what to whom. She just rode out the sensations, shaking and crying in pleasure, until they ebbed away, and she collapsed onto the bed where Seth and Aiden left her. The last thing she heard before sleep dragged her under was the sounds of them panting and breathing hard on either side of her.
When she woke at the first light of dawn, they were still asleep. Misty slid out from between them after untangling her limbs from a mass of arms and thighs, threw her clothes on quickly and stole from the room.
In the cold light of morning, Misty couldn't quite bring herself to regret what she'd done, but she couldn't fight a little stab of shame at her actions either. And she certainly did not need to make things worse by hanging around waiting for an awkward good-bye with the two men who fucked her senseless.
Misty would be out of town before they got out of bed.
Chapter 2
Present day---Broken Jaw, Arizona.
'Do you think you could have warned me first?'
Seth stopped him in his tracks, grabbing his arm. Aiden shrugged him off. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?'
'Did you know she worked here?'
Aiden shot Seth a hard look, insulted that his friend thought him such an idiot. 'Now how in the hell would I have known?'
'You arranged this job for us.' Seth still didn't look convinced.
'That's right. I ensured the business that's been in my family for generations went down the crapper at the exact right time so we could get a shitty job in the middle of nowhere in order to chase some woman we fucked years ago, who, incidentally, couldn't wait to get away from us.'
'Breathe, buddy.'
Seth laughed and the anger seeped out of Aiden. He'd said a mouthful that was for sure. But then Seth shouldn't ask such damn fool questions.
'It's not like I checked first to see who else would be working here. You know this opportunity came up at a moment's notice.'
'Yeah I know. I'm sorry.' Seth took off his hat and dragged a hand through his hair, a sure sign he felt uneasy. 'I guess it was just a surprise to see her. I can't say it was a pleasant one.'
'Well, she didn't look mighty pleased to see us, either. I guess that's why she disappeared as soon as she finished her set.'
'She's got no reason to feel that way. As I recall, it was her who skipped out of town without a backward glance and hasn't thought about us since.'
Aiden winced at the pain in Seth's voice. 'She has no idea we spent all that time looking for her. Misty is probably just embarrassed to be reminded of something she's obviously ashamed of, that's all.'
'That doesn't make me feel any better.' Seth's wry humor didn't reach his smile. 'That was the best damned night of my life.'
Aiden slapped him on the shoulder. 'I know buddy. Mine, too.'
'And she doesn't even know it. How fucked up is that?'
There was much she didn't know. For instance, she had no idea how pissed they'd been to wake up after the night they'd spent together and find her gone. Misty had no way of knowing they wanted to stay in touch. Aiden suspected Seth blamed him for not making that clear to her---although why Seth couldn't have told her was a mystery to him.
She also didn't know that they'd spent a year looking for her during their rare free time and that they'd finally tracked her down---only to find her in the arms of the man whom she just married, they were told by the guy tending bar. Misty had no way of knowing that they'd walked away that day, vowing to forget about her, and the fact they fell in love with her.
In a cruel twist of fate, it had been almost impossible to avoid the memories of her for a couple of years after that. She began to make a name for herself in Nashville. Misty had a record out and the country music radio stations played it almost constantly for damn near a year, and she appeared on a few TV shows for a spell. Seth confessed at the time that he wanted to break something whenever he heard the song. Aiden would simply turn it off or leave the room.
'I wonder what happened.' Aiden mused aloud. 'What in hell is she doing here at this dive in the middle of Arizona?'
Seth shrugged. 'We haven't heard anything of her in a while. Maybe she quit to have kids or something. Who knows?'
Ignoring Seth's answer, Aiden found his mind racing through the possibilities. 'Do you think her husband is here?'
'How in the hell would I know? Besides, what difference does it make?'
'No difference.' Aiden killed the conversation when they neared the bunkhouse. Too many others would hear if they continued to discuss the woman they loved and lost---and just found again. 'We'll talk more in the morning.'
Seth nodded and pushed his way through the handful of guys loitering in the doorway, making his way to a bed at the end of a long room that stank so bad, Aiden was pretty sure it was used as a barn for the rest of the year. He threw himself face down onto the bunk opposite Seth's and put the pillow over his head to block out the noises and smells of his drunken roommates.
Aiden waited until the room fell silent and then got up to take a shower before he went to sleep. The dust swirling nonstop in the constant breeze that blew through Broken Jaw clung to his hair, coated his throat, and his skin itched with it.
Biting on his lip to stifle a yell when the frigid water of the shower splashed over him, Aiden welcomed the effect on his body. The partial erection he had since he laid eyes on her finally subsided, but only until he began to recall how little she changed. She still wore her hair long and dark. So many women cut it off and styled it in ways he didn't understand, but Misty left hers alone. Aiden clenched his fist against a hard pulse of arousal as he remembered what it felt like to have her hair wrapped around his hand or spilling onto his chest.
He turned his torso toward the water, allowing it to run down him and over his cock. The image of her made him hard again, but jerking off over a woman who didn't want him seemed a pathetic thing to do. Sure, he'd masturbated because of her before, but he hadn't known then she didn't seem to share his fond memories of that night.
Aiden placed an arm on the wall of the cubicle and dipped his head so the shower splashed onto the back of his neck. His erection still hadn't subsided and when he looked down at his traitorous flesh, he got another flashback, this time of Misty sucking on Seth. He groaned when the jealousy he always carried over the fact she hadn't done the same for him sent a false image tearing through his mind. He imagined Misty kneeling in front of him the way she had for Seth, her mouth and hands wrapped around his cock instead.
Giving up the battle with his brain, Aiden wrapped a strong fist around his shaft and gave it a tug. The surge of heat that washed over him made him groan aloud. He pressed his weight onto the hand splayed on the tile and turned his face to bite down into his bicep. When he jerked on his cock again, he muffled his growling response with his arm. Aiden pulled harder, satisfied nobody would hear him.
He let his mind to flood with the images he never allowed himself to enjoy. If he had to be so weak that he couldn't help but masturbate because of her, then he should at least make it quick and get it over with.
A memory of her perfect ass slapping into his thighs as he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy made his knees shake and his hand speed up. The image of her spread-eagle in front of him, her sweet body writhing and jerking while he worked her clit with his tongue caused another hard jolt of desire to rock through him and he knew his orgasm neared.
But when he conjured up the fantasy of how she would look if she gave him head---her gaze locked with his, her lips sliding up and down his shaft---Aiden fell to his knees, unable to support his weight anymore. His hand tightened around his cock when he spurted hot, hard pulses of cum onto the tile. He bit down harder onto his arm to silence the shouts he made when he jerked to completion, and he imagined her making the same little moaning sounds for him as she made when she took Seth into her mouth.
When the last of the spasms subsided and he could stand again, he washed himself off and stumbled to his bed. Exhaustion stopped him having the energy to even crawl under the sheets. He lay in the hot night air, allowing it to dry his skin and cool the heat still burning through him.
Years of early mornings on the ranch turned Aiden and Seth into creatures of habit and they woke before the sun came up, as usual. Aiden headed straight over to the cookhouse to grab some coffee and returned with it when Seth staggered out into the yard.
'Looks like I slept a damned sight better than you,' Aiden said. He handed Seth a mug.
'You slept?' Seth stared at him in mock horror. 'What with the snoring and farting coming from the rest of the bunkhouse, I barely shut my eyes.'
Aiden didn't offer up the information that he knew Seth slept more than he admitted to.
Seth wrapped his hands around the mug, grimacing when he took a swig of the worst coffee Aiden ever tasted. 'I don't usually have a problem with it, but I had a lot on my mind.'
'Misty,' Aiden said, looking away.
'Misty,' Seth replied, defeat in his tone.
They fell silent, Aiden lost in his own thoughts. Misty. What did it all mean? Her being here at this very moment in time couldn't be just a coincidence. He took another mouthful of the scalding hot brew, swirled around on his tongue and savored the burn, punishing himself for having such fanciful thoughts. Misty being here meant nothing. They had their chance with her and they blew it.
Seth's sudden curse brought Aiden out of his musings. 'Fuck it all. I thought I was over her. I truly did. But seeing her last night just brought everything rushing back, like we only met her yesterday.'
Aiden wanted to tell Seth he was acting stupid, but he couldn't. He understood only too well how Seth could feel that way so he said the only thing that made sense. 'Well, it makes no difference whether we are over her or not. She didn't want any more to do with us back then. She's married now or at least was.'
Seth's face lit up. 'You figure they might have split up?'
'Could be, but that won't help us none. She might have another guy.'
'No guy would let her work in a place like this.'
'Look. We don't know her situation. It's madness to think she would even give us the time of day.' Aiden placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. 'It's best if you just remember we are here to work, that's all.'
Seth got quiet again. Finally, he nodded. 'You're right. We're here to learn. If we are gonna save the ranch, we have to put these few weeks to good use.'
The reminder that they only had a short time to glean all the knowledge they could, spurred Aiden to his feet. The plan was to take what they learned back home to Lambert's Creek. A dude ranch kind-of setup seemed the only way forward. They couldn't survive solely on livestock and cattle herds anymore. Tourists were where the money was at these days. Aiden figured they had a year to start making the ranch pay its own way again or it would be gone forever. The banks circled like buzzards around a carcass, just waiting for them to miss a payment so they could snatch the buildings and the sought-after land out from under Aiden and Seth's noses. He'd burn the place to the ground before he let that happen.
Aiden longed for the familiar surroundings he'd grown up in. The ninety-acre ranch had to be on the prettiest piece of land in the state and he didn't feel whole unless he was there.
By the end of their first full day of tending the horses, Aiden and Seth began to compare notes of the many ways they would ensure their ranch was better than the one they worked at. For one thing, the animals would have better facilities and for another, they wouldn't be running a family-friendly resort.
'Couples only,' Aiden said when he had to save a kid being trampled to death under the hooves of a stallion the boy antagonized, not once, but twice.
'Maybe a singles ranch?' Seth suggested, picking up on Aiden's idea. 'It would cut down on the amount of activities we'd have to provide. We could offer a little riding, a spot of fishing, and maybe a day out at the local rodeo, but the rest of the time, we'd just need to find ways to throw people together.'
'We wouldn't need to hire a lot of staff either. It's a good idea, Seth and one worth thinking about.'
They ate the supper provided by the ranch in the canteen, grateful to discover it was marginally better than the coffee they'd had earlier. When they first took their seats at the long dining table, it had been filled with other staff members, all of them shouting to be heard over the others. With nowhere else to go, Aiden and Seth stayed put until the cook, claiming that he needed to clean up, finally threw them out.
Two circuits of the staff compound did nothing to tire them out. They returned to sit on the stoop of the bunkhouse, reluctant to go inside until they had to, and Aiden sensed Seth's resolve to stay away from the bar wavered almost as much as his.
'I guess we are gonna have to see her some time or another,' Seth said. 'We can't avoid her for the rest of the month.'
'You're right. Besides, maybe she needs to know that we can be discreet about what happened between us. She might be afraid we'd say something incriminating in front of her husband.'
'She may not thank us for the reminder,' Seth warned him.
Aiden smiled to himself, turning away lest Seth noticed. He'd felt her gaze on him last night---all of him. Misty didn't need to be reminded of anything. She never forgot, of that he was sure. 'We'll play it by ear, okay?' He turned to head into the bunkhouse.
'Hey, I thought we were going to the bar.'
'You can go in your work clothes if you want. I need a shower and a shave.'
Fifteen minutes later, Seth finally emerged from the washroom. Aiden sighed, watching his friend comb his hair and look as if he was seriously considering wearing some cologne. Seth caught Aiden staring at him and placed it back in his locker without putting any of it on.
'I guess the guys might get the wrong impression.' Seth laughed and headed for the door. Aiden didn't tell him he knew who Seth did want to make an impression on.
By the time they walked into the bar, Misty began the song she finished her set with the night before. At least Aiden thought it was the same one. He'd been in shock so he couldn't be sure.
She dipped her head when he caught her gaze, a blush crawling over her cheeks. Aiden turned away, more to spare her than himself. He knew seeing him and Seth caused her some discomfort and he had no desire to make things worse for her. As for how he felt---he felt like he'd been kicked in the gut, just like the previous night.
Seth was convinced that she'd been 'the one,' but Aiden didn't believe in such things, no matter how special the woman. And Misty was special, no doubt about it. But his personal belief always been that they built her up to be some sort of perfect woman in their minds, and he felt sure reality wouldn't match up to the fantasy. But now she was there in front of them and looking just as perfect as she did last time he touched her.
They hadn't shared a woman since that night with Misty. They never even discussed doing it again either. Both of them seemed to come to a silent understanding that no one would ever match up to her, so why bother. They both dated individually on and off over the years, but it had never been anything serious for either of them. Aiden didn't really want the burden of a wife and family to worry about along with everything else, but Seth seemed far less afraid of the responsibility it would bring. So why hadn't one of the very beautiful women he dated ever gotten him to put a ring on their finger? Maybe Seth held them up to some imaginary standard set by Misty and they all left him wanting.
Aiden closed his eyes and let her voice wash over him for a second. She'd lost none of her natural talent. If anything, she improved. What in the hell was she doing squandering her gift in a place like this? If nothing else, she was gonna have to answer to him for that.
'Is there a back way out of here?' he asked the bartender after he ordered a couple of beers. He elbowed Seth in the ribs to stop him gawking at the stage. 'You're staring,' he murmured out of the side of his mouth.
The guy placed the beers on the counter. 'Not except for the fire exits.'
'Where are they?'
The bartender pointed to a couple of doors located in plain view on either side of the hall. Aiden ignored the weird look he got from the guy as he walked away.
He turned to Seth. 'You know, I figured she stayed here until we left last night. This is the only way out.'
'So she is avoiding us.' The defeat in Seth's voice matched Aiden's mood.
'I guess so. But like I said, she's probably embarrassed.'
Seth shushed him and pointed to the stage. 'She still sounds amazing,' he whispered. Aiden nodded but didn't speak. She looked amazing, too.
Misty finished the song and left the stage quickly, all but ignoring the applause of the audience. Aiden craned his neck to see what the layout was beside the stage and saw her disappear through a doorway. He turned to find Seth, just in time, to spin around and watch him head down the hall toward the door Misty used.
Aiden shouted for him to come back, but Seth already knocked before he could reach him. Aiden had no choice but to stand there with Seth and wait for her to answer.
Suddenly the door opened, a hard and angry version of the soft, happy woman they once known faced them. Misty's brown eyes lost the warmth Aiden remembered as she stared from one to the other of them.
Seth tried to speak. 'Misty, hey...'
He dropped her gaze, leaving an awkward silence hanging between the three of them. Aiden and Misty stared at Seth but it appeared he had nothing more to say.
Aiden stepped forward. 'Sorry about that. We just wanted to say hello. Just wanted to see how you were.'
The smile died on his face when she continued to stare at him like he'd murdered a kitten. Her demeanor began to irritate him a little, especially considering that if anybody had the right to be pissed; it was them, not her. He bit his tongue, still keen to show her that they were her friends.
'What's wrong?'
Misty sighed, shrugging her shoulders. 'Well, I guess I kinda hoped you two would show a little class and not do this.'
'Do what?' Seth rediscovered his voice.
'Approach me, speak to me in the hopes of...well, I'm sure I don't need to spell it out for you boys.'
'No, you don't.' Aiden took a step back, placed a hand on Seth's arm. 'Come on buddy. We made a mistake.'
Misty's eyes narrowed, glittering with scorn. 'You sure did.' Her brittle laugh saddened Aiden. He didn't know this person. 'You are sorely mistaken if you think I'm the naïve little fool I once was. What did you think---that you could just roll up to my door and expect me to fall into bed with you again?'
'Jesus, lady, what in the hell gave you that idea? Seth and I just wanted to stop by and say hello.' Aiden scrambled for the right words---words to defuse the situation and take the anger out of her eyes. 'We know you are married, from the stuff we read about you in the newspapers and saw on TV a while back. We weren't here to try to seduce you.'
'So what do you want? Money, is that it? Well, you missed the boat on that one too. The days when I had any money, not that I'd have allowed you to blackmail me for it, are long gone.'
Another silence fell over them and Seth looked to be just as stunned as Aiden by her outburst. Again Aiden tried to turn away, at a loss what to say to her in the face of her apparent hatred for them, but Seth didn't give up as easily.
'What in the hell has happened to you, Misty?'
Regret clouded her eyes for a moment before she quickly chased it away. 'What happened to me is that I was fucked over one too many times by one too many cowboys. I'm not the fool I once was.' She shrugged. 'I'm sorry to disappoint you.'
'We were friends once, if nothing else. All we wanted to do was visit with you. I guess Aiden's right. We made a mistake. The Misty we knew doesn't exist anymore.'
With that, Seth walked away, punching the wall for good measure. Aiden hoped he hadn't busted his hand up.
Turning to her, Aiden had so much he wanted to say, but knew it fell on deaf ears. He shook his head in disgust. At least he had the satisfaction of seeing she had some shame over her behavior when she blushed and looked away.
Aiden went to look for Seth before he let loose and did something stupid that would get them fired.
Maybe now they would both forget about her.
Chapter 3
Misty shut the door as Aiden walked away, her hands and knees shaking from a mix of anger and nerves. She sank down onto the hard wooden chair in front of her makeup table, wincing when she caught sight of her reflection. No wonder Aiden and Seth had been so surprised at the change in her. She'd surprised even herself.
The tears came not long after they left. What had happened to her? Did Wade fuck her over so badly, she didn't even recognize friendship when she saw it? Misty cried for her broken dreams, her lost career---and for the optimistic young woman she'd been when she first met the men she had just insulted.
She owed them an apology. Misty scrubbed the smudge makeup from her eyes with a remover pad, blew her nose, and walked out into the bar, hoping they would still be there. Typical of her luck, they had gone. She returned to her dressing room, packed her small bag and headed home.
She didn't live on the compound. So she had to use a car she hired locally at an exorbitant rate to get to work and back. It was yet another expense she hadn't allowed for, along with buying all her own meals and paying rent, due to her not being willing to stay in the lodgings provided by her employer. Sharing a room with a handful of teenage girls working through their summer holiday might have been fun a few years ago, or if her mind had been in a better place, but not right now. Misty didn't want to have to put on a show for others when she was offstage too.
The small two-room apartment she'd rented gave her what she needed the most---somewhere safe to lay her head at night in blessed peace without the fear of drunken insults from her ex-lover and soon-to-be ex-manager. She ran from him so many times, but he'd always found her. Maybe this time, she'd run far enough. Or hopefully, the ink would be dry on the legal documents before he showed up.
Misty's new home seemed particularly welcoming after the night she'd had. The sparse, modern interior still seemed cold when she looked around at the modular furniture and minimalist décor, yet it gave her some much needed shelter from the world. She was grateful she had the foresight to rent it, in spite of paying too much rent for what was basically a box with no soul.
Aiden and Seth turning up in the very town she'd chosen to live in as she tried to escape her past seemed cruelly ironic. Sure, they weren't the problem she was hiding from, but their appearance proved to be a painful reminder that she could never totally forget who she was or where she'd been.
Her mom told her much the same last time they spoke on the phone. 'Tracy, you need to sort this thing out with Wade once and for all. Running away never solved anything.'
She'd grimaced when she'd heard the name that no longer seemed her own. Her mother refused to call her 'Misty,' even though she'd been the first to use it. Whenever Tracy Tucker acted a little too uppity for her mother's liking, she shortened her name to 'Miss T' as a joking chastisement. The rest of the family picked it up, and it stuck ever since.
By the time she cleaned up the apartment, did some laundry, and fell into bed, she felt worse than she had earlier. Why had she treated them so badly? In her defense, she hadn't known until they opened their mouths what they wanted from her. She'd been on the road too long and with Wade for far too many years, to simply believe that they just wanted to rekindle a friendship. Yes, their relationship had become a sexual one, but they'd started out friends. And she missed them for a long time after she'd abandoned them in Nashville. More than once she toyed with the idea of looking them up, but her route never took her close enough to where they'd told her they lived. But then she met Wade, fell in love---or whatever she wanted to call the temporary insanity that had rid her of her senses whenever she got around him.
Misty didn't want Wade to be the last thing on her mind tonight, as he was so many nights, so she allowed herself to remember her time with Aiden and Seth. Not the sexual part---the part she rarely allowed herself to think about---especially if she wanted to stick to her resolution never to do that again with anyone. No. Misty wanted to think about the fun and feel again the optimism singing in Nashville the first time had given her. She'd been so sure her life was going places back then. Oh yes, it was going places all right. Straight down the pan.
Determined to shake her blues by morning, Misty turned her pillow over to the cool side, gave it a thump, and settled down to sleep.
When she woke, she lay quietly in bed, trying to guess the time by the noises outside of her window, but the street stayed quiet. The thin streak of light crawling across the ceiling, where it seeped in at the edges of the blind, told her the sun hadn't come up yet, so she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. When she gave up on that, Misty tried to put a name to the way she felt.
A little embarrassed? Sure. Maybe even a little sad. But the bubble of excitement she got in the pit of her stomach when she thought of them worried her. What was the point of getting excited about their being here? They probably hated her now anyway.
Despite her belief that staying away from them was for the best, when Misty walked out on stage later that night, she couldn't help but hope they'd show up and give her a chance to apologize. But they didn't show. Not that night nor the next two. By the end of the week, she knew she would never see Aiden or Seth again unless she made the effort and reached out to them. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life regretting the way she treated the men who had only ever been kind to her.
The following afternoon, she donned an old pair of boots, a T-shirt, and some jeans. She scraped her hair back off her face before she went down to the stables to find them. The night before, she'd bought some drinks for a few of the guys in the bar, and they'd told her where to find Aiden and Seth. Hearing the ranch hands discuss how strange it was that the pair were doing such menial jobs hadn't surprised Misty. It was strange. The last time she spoken to them, they were the owners of a struggling, yet still vibrant, ranch. What happened?
Misty skidded to a halt and jumped back out of sight when she rounded the corner of a barn and found them standing far closer to her than she'd been prepared for. Couldn't a girl have a moment to pull herself together? She peeked back around at them, hiding behind the building in case they saw her. Aiden had his hat on and shirt off. His face and torso streaked with a mixture of dust and sweat and his jeans torn at the knee. Seth still wore his shirt, albeit open. His hat sat low over his brow, keeping his face in the shade. With his fair hair and light complexion, Misty guessed he couldn't risk exposing his skin to the sun as much as Aiden did.
A pulse beat harder in Misty's throat, and she allowed her gaze to roam over Aiden's taut back when he turned away---from the dimples she could see just above the waistband of his jeans to the bicep muscles stretched taut around the bale of he carried. Seth looked no less tempting. His bare chest gleamed with sweat, the golden hairs curling down his torso catching the sunlight when he sucked in a breath.
A commotion behind her as other people approached forced her to make a snap decision about what would be worse---being caught staring at hot, half-naked cowboys or facing those hot half-naked cowboys before she was quite ready. Quickly jumping forward before the others caught her acting weird, Misty ran round the corner.
If Aiden and Seth heard her walking toward them, they didn't let on. Misty got right up to the fence of the corral, stood in plain view for almost a minute before Aiden raised his eyes from his task and looked in her direction. His head jerked up and he pushed his hat back off his brow, squinting at her while he wiped the sweat from his face. A low whistle, not meant for her but intended to get his friend's attention, forced Seth to look up at Aiden and then follow his gaze to where Misty stood.
Misty cleared her throat when her voice failed her and succeeded in squeezing out a greeting the second time she tried. 'Hi.'
Aiden nodded and turned back to his task. Okay, he wasn't going to make it easy for her. Misty expected no less from him. She turned to Seth, in the hope he was still the easygoing guy he seemed the first time they met. Misty let go of the breath she held when he smiled and made his way over to her.
'Hi, Misty, what brings you out here?'
When he got closer, she saw a tension in him that twisted the knot of guilt inside her a little tighter. She really offended him, maybe both of them. Aiden's reluctance to come near to or even look at her made it clear she got under his skin too. The intensity of their reactions confused her---after all, she hadn't seen them in five years---but she couldn't deny the fact they seemed genuinely wary of her now.
'I wanted to talk to you. Both of you.'
Aiden took his time doing so, but finally, he looked her way again. The strain in his eyes matched that in Seth's. Again, she asked herself why her actions bothered them so much. Maybe she'd find out.
'Hi,' Aiden said as he came toward her and his friend.
The pair of them stood only inches apart, separated from her by a high wooden fence almost as tall as she was. They were head and shoulders above it so she doubted they realized how the way they leaned on the rails and looked down at her made her feel like a kid in a playpen.
'I guess I owe you an apology.' She blurted out the words before her nerves got the better of her and she ran like her brain was screaming at her to do.
Aiden's sharp intake of breath surprised her enough, but when Seth's eyes went a stormy green, she realized she fucked up again.
'You 'guess', huh? Forget it. You don't owe us a damned thing.'
'Steady, Seth.'
Aiden put a hand on Seth's arm, stopping him from walking away. Misty stared from one to the other, more confused than ever.
'What did I do now? I mean I know I was shitty to you both the other night. I came here to apologize. Turns out I can't even do that right.'
She dropped her gaze to the floor, determined not to cry in front of them, even as the tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill into the dust at her feet. 'Damn.'
Seth's voice held a note of regret and she jumped in surprise as he reached over the fence to touch her shoulder. What was it with these guys? They had faster mood swings than any woman she ever met. He lifted her face toward his with a finger under her chin.
'Don't go crying on me now. I'm sorry.'
'Pay us no heed,' Aiden added gruffly. 'We're working like dogs here. We're both tired, sore, and cranky.'
She sniffed away her tears and took a step back out of Seth's reach, smiling a little to show them she was okay. 'What are you doing here?'
'That's a long-ass story, for another time.' Seth gestured over Misty's shoulder toward someone's approach.
She turned to see their boss bearing down on them with a face like thunder.
'You'd best not let Hoagie catch you here,' Seth warned.
'Don't worry, I can handle him.' She spoke faster all the same. 'We can talk more later. I came to invite you both to supper at my place tonight. Meet me at the bar after the show?'
'Orton!' Hoagie boomed as he drew level with the group. He turned to stare at Aiden. 'What in God's name are you two doing standing around here yakking while I am paying you good money to tend these horses?'
Misty moved fast. The muscle clenching in Aiden's jaw warned anyone who had the sense to notice that he didn't take kindly to being spoken to that way. If either of them acted on the anger making them stare the older man down, they'd lose their jobs and it would be her fault.
'Now, now Mr. Dunshaw. It's me you should be angry at, not them,' she said, smiling up at him as she looped an arm through his and turned him around. 'The boys were just helping me out. I've been thinking about doing some riding while I am here and I didn't know who to ask.'
Hoagie's anger melted away instantly. 'Well then why didn't you come and see me, little lady? I told you when you first got here I'd help you in any way I could.'
Misty remembered all too well the kind of 'help' Hoagie Dunshaw made it plain what he had in mind. It didn't bother her none. She'd gotten used to fending off the attentions of amorous employers. Five years of working every bar, roadhouse, and dive in Tennessee made her immune to their sexist assumptions about her. If they wanted to treat every young attractive woman who crossed their paths like whores, it said more about men like Hoagie than it did about her.
With a last look over her shoulder, and a wink at Aiden, who stood watching her leave, she allowed the boss to take her over to his office. She wouldn't go into it with him, of course, but he didn't know that yet.
After she'd blown him off on the pretense of having a prior appointment, she'd gone shopping for supplies. The local store didn't have very much. After finding something to give the guys for supper that even she couldn't ruin, she headed home to get ready for work.
For the first time since she started singing at the resort, Misty hated having to wear the cheap polyester outfits Hoagie provided. She had a choice of three, all garishly bright and covered in sequins, and all of them cowgirl style. If she had to pick a favorite it would be the white one, so she slipped it on. Not that she cared what Aiden and Seth thought of her appearance, she reminded herself. She'd have made just as much effort if she were meeting her girlfriends.
But try as she might, Misty couldn't shake her excitement at the thought of spending time with them again. So when Seth and Aiden walked into the bar later that night, her pulse raced and her heart felt like it wanted to burst out of her chest. She smiled in their direction when they nodded at her as they walked by, and then had to hide her blushes when she played the wrong chord on her guitar. If anyone noticed, no one let on.
When she launched into her final song, Misty played one she wrote many years ago. She never performed it in front of anyone, but the words had danced around in her head all day. The first few notes flowed from her fingers to the guitar and she began to sing. The crowd fell silent after the first few lines, and she couldn't be sure if it was because they liked it or just that they never heard it before. Misty looked around the room at the faces watching her, stopping when her gaze landed on Aiden and Seth. She shut her eyes so she could sing the next part. She didn't need them thinking the song was for them---even though she hadn't been able to forget one particular lyric since she laid eyes on them earlier.
'I don't want you to know the real me, but you take me to a place I cannot hide. You see through my soul and make me reveal, the secrets I've locked inside.'
Polite applause followed, and Misty knew the words had been too personal to make sense to anyone but her. It was one of the things she loved about performing her own compositions. She could vent her feelings, purge her soul, and nobody ever would know. Even the lukewarm reception it got didn't make her regret bringing the song to light.
When she joined Aiden and Seth at the bar, it seemed like she'd stepped back in time. An empty stool appeared between them and a drink waited for her on the bar. Déjà vu couldn't explain the feeling washing over her and she suddenly got scared that she'd given them the wrong impression. Maybe they did think she was offering more than a simple meal? But when she looked into their faces, the earlier wariness lingered. They were as nervous as her, luckily, they seemed just as determined to move past what happened.
'I don't remember you wearing that kind of get up before,' Seth said, smiling as he took in the polyester and sequins wrapped around her.
'Hoagie,' she said in explanation. 'I hate it. I'd much rather wear my own clothes.'
Aiden chuckled. 'You mean you don't want to look like a female Elvis impersonator?'
Misty punched him in the arm, smiling despite her embarrassment. She was grateful they had broken the ice. After that, she found herself relaxing and genuinely enjoying their company, much like five years ago. By the time she let them into her tiny apartment, she all but forgot her worries over their motives.
They sat in front of the TV while Misty changed her clothes and served supper. She tolerated their teasing over the almost inedible meal with good humor. 'Okay, so I can't cook. But I'm good in bed,' she said, repeating an old joke she used many times before. Aiden and Seth shuffled in their seats and didn't meet her eyes while a blush that could heat a room crawled over her flesh. 'I didn't mean...'
Aiden got to his feet and put a hand on her shoulder. 'Relax, okay? Now, you got anything to drink around here?'
'There's some beer in the fridge' she said. She pointed to the kitchen rather than look at him.
'Come sit down and talk to me a minute,' Seth said after she stayed rooted to the spot for God knew how long.
Misty took a seat opposite the sofa, perching on the edge of a chair. Aiden returned with the beer and the awkward silence descended again as they all took a sip.
'So what brings you here, Misty? The last time we heard anything of you, things were going well.'
Seth's blunt question might have pissed her off under normal circumstances, but at that very moment, she was grateful for the distraction.
'Wade. That's what happened.' 'Who's Wade?'
'The guy I was with. He's still my manager. Not for much longer if I have my way.'
'What did he do?' Seth asked.
'It's more what he didn't do. He didn't keep his part of the bargain, nor did he see any reason why I shouldn't keep funding his gambling habit.'
'How did you fall for a loser like that?'
Misty didn't appreciate the censure in Aiden's voice. 'Hey, I'm not stupid. He wasn't like that in the beginning, and of course, I was the last person to know when things changed. In fact, I didn't discover what he'd been up to until I'd kicked his ass out after I caught him in bed with one of my best friends. I went to see a lawyer to try to break my contract with him and like the fool I was, I wanted to give him his fair share of the money we'd made together. That's when I found out there was nothing left.'
'He'd stolen it?'
'Technically, it was our money so he couldn't steal it. Wade just spent my share when his ran out. He'd been my manager and agent as well as my lover, so I'd put all my faith in him for years and never thought to check what he was doing. He managed to juggle the finances just enough to keep me in the dark. I never knew anything was wrong.'
'He took it all?' Seth shook his head as if stunned anyone would do anything so mean and stupid.
'Every last cent, it's not like we were rich. A little bit of airplay a few years back and a couple of TV shows was as good as it got, but we made enough to have a nice life, you know? Things fell apart very quickly after I found out what he'd done. We lost the house, the cars, everything. So I did the only thing I could. I left Wade, went back on the road, and tried to rebuild my life and career. But Wade didn't want to lose his meal ticket and began stalking me. If I refused to see him, he'd turn up at shows, drunk out of his head and causing a scene. More than once, I had to give him money to get rid of him. That's why I eventually ended up here. Hopefully, he won't find out where I am.'
'So he doesn't want a divorce?'
'Divorce? No, thank God. I at least had the good sense not to marry him, although it wasn't for his lack of asking.' Her gaze went from Aiden to Seth and back again. 'What made you think I was married?'
A look passed between the two men and she saw Aiden give an almost imperceptible shake of his head. She guessed it didn't matter if they'd assumed she was married by now. Most women her age were.
She sighed. 'He loves me, I guess, in his way. And I did love him too, once. But it wasn't just the money or the cheating that ended it. I put up with his drinking for years, although I hated the effect it had on him. I fell out of love with him a long time ago, and this was the last straw.'
'Wow.' Aiden took another beer from her after she tried to end the conversation by going to get them all another drink. 'As talented as you are, I guess we always thought you were living the high life.'
'I did, for a while anyways.' Misty shrugged, trying to hide her pain from them. They obviously didn't realize that the world in general and country music in particular, was full of people who were younger, better looking, and way more talented than she could ever be. She'd been given a chance to shine, and just didn't have what it took to be a star. That had never been Wade's fault.
'Anyway, enough about me. What about you guys? What happened with the ranch?' Misty didn't want to think about her mess of a life anymore.
Aiden answered. 'It's still there but barely. We were sinking fast earlier this year, so we knew we had to do something. Don't tell Hoagie, but the only reason we are here is to check out his setup. We've got something like this in mind for our place.' 'A rodeo?'
Seth shook his head. 'More like a dude ranch.'
Misty didn't want to dismiss their idea, but had they thought it through? 'Aren't there already too many ranches offering the same kind of thing in Missouri?'
Aiden sat forward. 'There aren't any within a hundred miles of our spread. We're just off the state highway and I figure with the right kind of advertising, we can get enough tourists to make it worth our while.'
'We were thinking about offering a singles-type holiday. You know a kind of matchmaking thing.'
Misty laughed. How in the hell would they be able to advertise it when Seth couldn't say it without blushing.
'What's so funny?' Seth seemed more amused than offended.
'Nothing.' She changed the subject. 'So why work here to find out all you needed to know? Why not stay as guests?'
It was Aiden's turn to look awkward. 'Well, we haven't been able to take a wage for ourselves in over a year. It seemed sensible to get paid while we did the research, you know.'
Misty yawned before she could help it, when the emotional rollercoaster of a day she'd had caught up with her. 'Sorry.'
Seth and Aiden stood instantly, as if by some silent signal, Seth spoke. 'It's time we were going anyway. Morning comes early 'round these parts.'
'Thanks for supper, I think.' Aiden grinned at her pout. 'Seriously, it was great to see you again.' 'You too.'
She showed them to the door and said her farewells and then had a moment of doubt at whether she should hug them. The decision was made for her when Aiden stretched out his arm and pulled her against his chest. He planted a kiss on her forehead and let her go. Seth did the same, except he kissed her cheek.
Misty watched them lumber down the stairs, making enough noise to wake the dead, never mind the people in the other apartments. She closed the door just as they would have turned around and seen her watching them leave.
Sad---that's how she felt the moment they had gone and maybe a little disappointed. They'd been very well-behaved and acted like perfect gentlemen. Misty didn't want to spend too much time dwelling on the fact that she didn't like it. Not one bit.
Chapter 4
Seeing Aiden follow him out of the bunkhouse, even though it was past midnight and both of them should have been asleep, didn't surprise Seth.
'Aiden, go back to bed. I'll be in soon.'
'Gomez is snoring like a chainsaw. I couldn't sleep anyway.'
Seth let it slide, but he knew good and well Aiden had been out for the count only a few minutes earlier. Seth should have done a better job of hiding his mounting frustration. Aiden asked a few times what in the hell was eating at him, but so far, Seth managed to keep his thoughts to himself. They agreed not to put any pressure on Misty and to just accept that they would only ever friends. He'd gone along with it at first, but now, it was killing him.
Aiden fell into stride beside him when Seth headed up the path leading away from the bunkhouse. 'You ain't fooling anyone, buddy. I know what's wrong with you.'
'Oh yeah? And what would that be?' 'Misty.'
Seth's throat tightened. 'What about her?'
Aiden fell silent until Seth was forced to turn around and face him. 'You know damn well what I mean.'
He looked back to check how far they were from the sleeping quarters. Far enough for him to let Aiden know just what he thought of him and his insane plan for them all to be friends.
'Oh, so now my feelings matter!' Seth knew he started shouting, but he didn't care. 'I thought you got to decide how my life turned out. Seems to me, you and Misty get to make all the decisions and I just have to go along with it, whether I like it or not.'
He'd have smirked at Aiden's stunned expression any other time, but now---right this fucking minute---Seth wanted to punch him. 'Why the surprise, Aiden? Did you expect me to be happy that I can't be with the woman I love because you say so?'
Aiden's patience faltered at the accusation. 'Get off my back. I can't do much about the fact that Misty doesn't seem to want us, either.'
'That's bullshit and you know it. You both want this just as much as I do. The only difference is I'm not afraid to say it.'
When Aiden fell silent and glared at him in disbelief, Seth simply stared right back. He had enough of the games. Their work at the ranch ended in just over a week and then she'd be gone and they would have let it happen again.
He didn't want her to leave, yet a part of him longed for the relative peace he had before she came back into their lives. Seth was tired of wanting her so bad that he could think of nothing else. Of jerking off every night after the torturous hours spent in her company, his gaze roaming over curves and flesh he wasn't allowed to touch. Every time she looked him in the eye, his balls tightened and his heart thudded harder. And whenever he listened to her breathing softly beside him as they sat together watching TV, he longed to do the things to her he had before and make her pant for him again.
Aiden sighed, snatched his hat from his head, and threw it to the ground. Seth's anger dissipated at the sight of his friend looking so torn. 'Damn it, man. You love her, too. Why can't you just admit it?'
'I never said I didn't love her, but what difference does it make? She's made it clear that friendship is all she wants.'
'That's what she's been saying, I'll give you that much. But don't tell me that you haven't wondered if all this time we've been spending together hasn't changed her mind some.'
Seth didn't see how things couldn't have changed for her since they first walked back into her life. She'd spent every night with them, either hanging late at the bar after her show or inviting them to her place for supper. And he'd seen the way she looked at them every so often. It wasn't friendship he saw burning in her eyes then. Misty could lie to herself, but she couldn't lie to him. Reminding Misty that Seth had seen, and remembered only too well how she looked when she wanted something bad, might do her good.
'I want her to trust me, Seth. To trust us. She hasn't had an easy time of things and if all she needs right now is a friend, then I'm happy to be that for her. What we want doesn't matter, and I'm not gonna let you put pressure on her to do something she's not ready for.'
'So you think that's what I'm trying to do? Pressure her into something?'
Aiden raised his hands, trying to pacify his friend, but his doing so no more than infuriated Seth further.
'I'm not saying that. I just think we should let her decide, you know? I don't think it would help if you told her how you felt. That's all.'
'See, that's the thing. You don't get to decide what happens in my life. If you don't want a relationship with her right now, that's okay. Maybe it means you should back the fuck off and give her and me a chance to see what happens.'
Seth tensed when he saw Aiden's reaction to his taunting, preparing to fight off the attack he felt sure was coming. Seth didn't know why he'd said it, he didn't even mean it, but maybe Aiden needed to know Seth had no intention of letting Misty get away this time.
Aiden took a step toward him, looking like he still wanted to kill him. 'Stand down. I was just testing you.' Seth gestured for Aiden to stay where he was.
The rare display of anger from Aiden made Seth wonder why she never came between them before. If someone asked him a few years back if he'd be able to share the woman he loved with someone else, he'd have laughed in the person's face. But the fact that the only other person in the world he cared for besides Misty, wanted the same woman he did, made sense somehow. In some ways, he and Aiden shared the same brain. In others, such as their attitudes toward this situation, they couldn't be more different.
'That's a dangerous game you're playing. Why are you doing this? Let it go before we both do something we regret.'
Seth couldn't heed the warning. The cost seemed too great. 'Come on Aiden. You know her as well as I do. Stop telling yourself how you think you should feel and be honest. You know she wants to be more than just friends.'
'Don't you get it? It doesn't matter what you or I think. She says it's all she wants. If she's lying to herself, then there is nothing we can do about it.' He bent down, retrieved his hat from the dirt, and banged it against his thigh to shake off the dust. 'I'm tired. I've had enough of this shit. Just let it be, okay?'
Seth watched him walk away, his guts churning with the desire to yell at Aiden that he could let it be if he wanted, but Seth made the decisions for his own life. But he didn't say a thing. After a few more minutes, when he calmed the hell down, he followed Aiden back to camp.
The tension between Aiden and him didn't ease all the next day. They worked side by side through the morning and late into the afternoon, neither of them doing much more than grunting an instruction at the other or passing tools and equipment when requested. By the time they walked silently into the bar to meet Misty, Seth's anger simmered away just below the surface, ready to erupt if Aiden so much at looked at him again.
She joined them as usual, taking her seat before she seemed to catch the strained atmosphere between them. Seth suffered a huge pang of guilt when her pretty face told him how confused she was.
He wrapped a strand of her silky hair around his fingers and gave it a little tug. 'It's been a tough day.' He wanted to explain even if she hadn't asked.
'Are you guys still in the mood for supper? We can do it another time if you want?'
'Wild horses wouldn't keep me away. I can't speak for Aiden though.' Seth smiled at Misty, ignoring the murderous glare he got from his friend. Misty turned to Aiden, ignorant of the real reason behind the strange vibes emanating from them.
'Are you coming over, too?'
'Bank on it.' Aiden didn't even bother pretending he was speaking to Misty. His gaze locked with Seth's and held it until Misty stood and blocked their view of each other.
'Let's go then,' she said, heading for the door without checking to see if they trailed behind her. Even she knew on some level that they followed her anywhere without question. Seth wondered why he was the only one who could see the bond formed between them. Sex wouldn't ruin their relationship. It would make it complete.
Misty chatted without pause as they walked the mile from the bar to her home. Since she had the pair of them around to escort her to her door every night, she'd stopped renting a car.
Lost in his own thoughts, Seth walked at her side, happy to let Aiden fill in the rare pauses she left in the conversation. He felt guilty about his anger towards his friend, but what in the hell did Aiden expect from him? Seth hadn't had the love and support of a stable family like Aiden. His mother abandoned him at birth and he didn't know to this day who his real father was.
His childhood spent being sent from one stranger's home to another. Sometimes, the families were kind people who just wanted to love someone---but other times, he found he was no more than a means of making money and at the mercy of couples who didn't know how to care for a child.
His last foster home, when he was fourteen, had been in a small town a few miles outside of Lambert's Creek. That's where he met Aiden at school and he'd been his shadow ever since. The years he spent growing up there had been the happiest of his life, especially after Kate and Brian Orton legally adopted him. But when they died in a car crash just after he turned eighteen, he found himself alone again and Aiden became his only family.
He inherited a small amount of money from them, but didn't do anything with it for a while. Not until the opportunity to invest in Aiden's family business and finally put down roots of his own had presented itself. Seth sold his parents' small house and moved his life to Lambert's Creek.
Seth smiled at Misty when she shook him out of his reverie by asking if he had a good day. He didn't have it in him to lie and tell her everything was okay, so he let her read whatever she wanted to into his silence.
An hour after they reached her apartment and they'd eaten the chili she massacred with the silence still hanging over them like a dark cloud, Misty marched into the center of the room and put her hands on her hips.
'Okay, guys, I've had enough of this. What the fuck is going on?'
'Ask him,' Seth said, refusing to look at anyone. 'Seth...'
He heard the warning in Aiden's voice, but it didn't worry him, not when the moment came to put up or shut up. Could he tell her how he felt and what he wanted? Should he? Misty squeezed herself onto the sofa between him and Aiden, turned in Seth's direction, and lifted his clenched fist from his lap. 'Seth, talk to me.'
Aiden put a hand on her shoulder and tried to turn her away, but her gaze stayed on Seth's. 'Don't push him on this, Misty.'
Aiden peered over her head and silently told Seth with a look not to say whatever he was about to. Misty seemed as intent on ignoring Aiden as he was. She leaned forward. 'Tell me.'
Seth stared into her face, searching for some sign that he should let her know what was in his heart. Her huge brown eyes seemed to beg him to open up to her, but a part of him dreaded to see them go hard and cold if she didn't want to hear what he had to say. He smiled when he saw tears welling up in them, not because it pleased him to see her cry rather because it showed him she cared as much as he hoped. But maybe just not in the same way he cared for her.
Seth sighed, turned his hand over so she could place hers into his upturned palm. He wrapped his fingers around hers and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles while staring at them until he found the courage to speak.
'I'm in love with you, Misty. Have been since the day we met.'
Silence followed his whispered confession. He had to lift his gaze and look at her to be sure she'd heard what he said. The color drained from her face, and she'd closed her eyes. She heard him fine. Seth wanted to keep talking, to tell her that he wasn't the only one who felt that way, but if Aiden wanted her to know, it was his job to tell her. Seth didn't want to rob him of the right to do it on his own terms.
The loud ticking of a clock on the wall made the only other sound Seth could hear except for his own heart pounding while he waited for her next move. He thought he might have to repeat himself, until Aiden spoke, surprising Seth probably as much as he did Misty.
'I feel the same way as he does.' Aiden groaned and sat forward, rubbed his jaw, and smiled ruefully as she turned to stare at him. 'I didn't want him to tell you, but now he has. There's no point in my keeping silent about it. I love you, too.'
Seth smiled at Aiden, remembering again how much he loved the man who backed him up even when he was dead set against what Seth had done. Aiden was his big brother in all but name and his friend. In fact, he was the only family Seth really ever had. If Misty rejected them now, it wouldn't have been caused by Aiden's inability to be honest with himself or her. Seth would always thank him for it.
That just left Misty. Why hadn't she said anything---done anything---to let them know how she felt? She still had her back turned to Seth, so he could only assume she didn't yet know how to react. His gaze flicked up to Aiden's face again, trying to find some clue as to how she took the news reflected in his expression. Aiden looked as confused and nervous as Seth felt. 'Misty?'
She jumped at the sound of Seth's voice and got to her feet, her back to both of them. Her hand came up to the tight knot of hair at the crown of her head and she let it fall free, shaking the strands loose. The shiny raven curtain fell to her waist and settled there, mesmerizing Seth. That is until she moved again in a way he could never have guessed she would or could have hoped for. She reached around her torso, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and tore it over her head.
She turned then, placing a hand on her hips as she stood legs apart in front of them as if daring them to follow her lead.
'Uh---do you want to talk about this?' Seth said. He took some pride in his ability to speak at all, when all he wanted to do was rush to her and tear away the pathetic scrap of lace hiding her breasts from him.
Misty smiled and shook her head. 'We talked plenty. I don't want to talk anymore.' She reached behind her to undo her bra, but paused when Aiden got to his feet.
'Are you okay?'
Aiden grabbed her arms and brought them to her sides, forcing her to stop undressing and look at him. Misty stepped closer, wriggled her wrists until he let her go, and then slid her hands up into his hair.
'I'm more than okay, Aiden. I've never felt so good or so sure of what I want.' She kissed him softly, almost chastely, and then turned to Seth. 'Come here, baby.'
He got to his feet and took her outstretched hand, trying not to feel disappointed when she didn't kiss him before she led them to her room.
Misty left them by the bed and turned her back to remove the rest of her clothing. Seth cast a glance in Aiden's direction and found he stripped down to his underwear already. Damn that boy could move fast when he wanted to. Seth rushed to shed his clothing and raced to lie beside Misty when she crawled over the covers.
Aiden reached for her, but she raised a hand to stop him. 'Hold on there, cowboy. Last time, we did things your way. This time, I'm in charge. You guys just do what I tell you to, okay?'
She addressed the last part of her sentence to Seth. He nodded eagerly, mesmerized by her and excited at the thought of what she might want him to do.
She rewarded him for his obedience by crawling onto his torso and dragging her moist flesh over the skin on his stomach. The heat from her pussy branded him when she slid farther down him. Her lips found his, and he groaned in delight at her boldness. Misty's mouth felt as hot as her cunt, and Seth couldn't help but lift his hands to her hips to try to guide her onto his aching cock as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Misty chuckled against his lips and squirmed away, sliding even farther down the bed to kneel between his thighs. Her head tipped forward as she leaned over him and her glorious hair fell onto his groin in an inky pool, hiding her face. Torn between moving it away so he could see what he knew she was about to do and keeping his hands to himself, he lay still and held his breath. Misty tossed her head, threw her hair over her shoulder so both he and Aiden could see her, and wrapped her tiny hand around his prick. Her tongue darted out, moistened the tip of Seth's penis, causing him to buck beneath her, and Aiden to groan low in his throat. Seth turned his head, surprised to hear a noise coming from his friend, only to find Aiden flat on his back with his eyes closed. Seth's gaze travelled downward, discovering the reason for Aiden's arousal. Misty's hand held onto his cock as firmly as her other held Seth's.
She flicked her tongue again, which brought his focus back to her instantly. This time, she followed it with a little kiss pressed onto the head of his penis. Her lips stayed against his skin and she opened her mouth wider to swirl her tongue all over him inside the warm vacuum she created. Seth shuddered when she lowered her head, flattened her tongue, and glided halfway down his shaft. Misty pulled back quickly and dipped again, this time taking even more of him in.
Seth sat up. He tried to lift her too, but she fought him. 'I'm gonna come if you don't stop.'
Misty looked up at him with a grin. 'Isn't that kinda the point?'
His cock throbbed again when he saw the moisture on her lips and knew she sucked some of it out of him. 'I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you. Please, Misty.'
Seth didn't want to take her power away, but if he didn't feel her pussy clenching him around him sometime soon, he knew he was going to explode. Aiden moved, getting to his knees beside her as she crawled and straddled Seth. With her hands braced on his chest, she held still, allowed him to line his cock up with her dripping wet opening. He bit her lip when he pushed inside.
'Fuck!' he shouted, barely able to control his urge to pump her too hard when he felt her cunt quiver around him. Seth raised his head a little to watch his prick disappear inside her, but his view was blocked by Aiden's elbow. The motion of his arm told Seth that Aiden had placed his hand on Misty's clit to rub her hard and fast. She gave a small scream and Seth looked up at her face just at the moment her perfect white teeth bit into Aiden's shoulder.
'You like me touching your ass?' Seth heard him say. Misty groaned but Aiden wouldn't let her get off so lightly. 'Tell me you like it---that you like having Seth's cock inside your cunt while I finger your ass. Tell me that you want more.'
Seth pumped into her harder, helping Aiden in his quest to get her to admit that she loved what they were doing to her.
'I want more...I want more,' she moaned and Seth felt her muscles tighten around him. 'I want you both inside me.' She started to gasp. 'I want you both to fuck me.'
Seth knew what she was asking for but it would have to wait. Her words, Aiden's hand, and his cock tipped her over the edge into a screaming orgasm that had her bucking over him and clawing at Aiden's arm. And of course, when he had to watch and feel her come that hard, Seth had no choice but to follow her.
Chapter 5
Misty swallowed hard when Seth slid more lotion into her ass and Aiden's prick jerked against her tongue in response. She groaned and pushed back against the sensation, feeling nowhere near as full as she wanted. Seth had two fingers buried inside her pussy and a third working in and out of her butt, and she wanted more.
She lifted her head, letting Aiden's cock fall from her lips. 'More,' she pleaded. She turned to look at Seth and shoving farther onto his hands.
'Okay, baby, okay,' he whispered, smiling at her.
Aiden twisted her nipples, which caused another wave of pleasure to course through her. Misty felt bad. She begged, maybe even demanded, more and he hadn't been taken care of even once. She dropped her head, ready to suck him into her mouth again and give him the orgasm he needed, but he stopped her by grabbing her shoulders and pulling her forward. The movement forced Seth's fingers from her and she groaned in complaint without meaning to.
Misty lay over him, her body stuck to his with sweat, their lips tangled in a kiss that told her how insanely aroused Aiden still was. His hands moved to cup her thighs, and he lifted her up just enough to allow her hand to slide between them and guide him inside her.
'That's it. That's what I wanted,' he muttered, his head falling to one side.
Seth's hands found her body again, and he continued teasing her butthole, sliding his fingers smoothly in and out. Misty screamed at the combined torture and pumped herself harder onto both of the men claiming her. Too soon, her craving for more returned, and she found herself pleading again, not caring if they thought her greedy or selfish.
'Seth, please. Please, I need more.'
Aiden stopped driving her down onto his cock again and again, his chest heaving as he struggled to speak. 'Fuck it, man. What are you waiting for? You know what she wants. Give it to her.'
Misty whimpered and kissed everything within her reach...his chest, his jaw, and finally his lips. Aiden chuckled against her mouth when she gasped at Seth pressed against her back and parted the cheeks of her ass.
She held her breath. A little unsure she could handle what she begged for. Misty had no fear of taking one of them at a time, but two would be a first for her. She tensed when she felt the first gentle probing of Seth's penis.
'Relax, Misty,' Aiden whispered, moving his hand from her hip to her groin and rubbing slow, lazy circles on her clit with the pads of his fingers.
She jerked at his touch and opened her legs wider, allowing Seth the space he needed to push into her. She dug her nails into Aiden's shoulders. Tears streamed down her face, caused by an almost unbearable surge of pleasure that made her groan.
'Are you okay?' Seth asked.
'Don't stop,' she croaked, barely able to force the words out of her constricted throat.
Seth pushed in a little further, drawing out and sinking into her quicker than he had before. Aiden thrust at the same time and Misty jerked backward, craved even more. Seth thrust again, almost instantly and she pushed back to meet him, surprising them all when he slid in to the hilt. Seth's hand slapped down onto the small of her back as he shuddered against her. Aiden's fingers dug into her thighs, his head falling away from hers and onto the pillow, his throat convulsing at the spasms she could feel going through him.
Someone's fingers---maybe Seth's---found their way to her clit again and Misty's control came undone.
'Yes, yes,' she shouted, spurring them on while they pummeled their cocks into her and she began to come. Misty didn't make another sound. Her breath caught in her throat. She could do no more than lie between them with wave after wave of pleasure, and the hard jolt of her muscles clenching tighter and tighter, rendering her helpless.
Somewhere at the edge of her consciousness, she heard one of them cry out and the other begin to pant. She knew they had come when she did.
In the morning, she would remember no more than the sound of ragged breathing as they all struggled for air and the sensation of being encased in the warm flesh of the two men who had claimed her body forever.
As it turned out, Misty remembered nothing in the morning because she didn't wake until early afternoon. She sat up in the wreckage of her bedding and looked around. Of course they had gone, maybe even left last night. The three of them couldn't have slept in her relatively small bed whether they wanted to or not. Seth and Aiden needed to be on site at first light anyway.
She hoped they felt as utterly exhausted but deliriously happy as she did. Misty flopped back down onto the pillows and shook her head in wonder at how quickly things could change. Just yesterday, they'd all been no more than friends who'd 'gone there' once. But now she knew she could never be simply friends with them again.
They loved her. The thought scared her over again. Misty could handle whatever they wanted to do to her body, but her heart would be a different matter. She wanted to be with them every waking moment. Misty valued them as friends, and loved what they did to her body, but did that add up to the kind of love they had professed for her?
She threw back the covers and staggered into the bathroom, laughing ruefully when her muscles screamed in protest. That would teach her to beg two strapping cowboys to give her everything they had. She'd spent the last two hours in the bathtub, enjoying the cool water on a steaming hot Arizona afternoon, when someone knocked her door. Had the guys skipped out of work? Her heart started to race at the thought they were outside her apartment and hot for her again.
Misty smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and wrapped her wet body in a towel. She didn't need to question how she felt for them. Her reaction to the idea of seeing them again told her all she needed to know.
Her hand was on the latch. She'd been about to fling the door open and drag Aiden and Seth back to bed with her when she realized a little caution might be wise. It could be the sleazy Hoagie waiting on the other side, and she didn't even want to think about what he'd make of seeing her wrapped in no more than a towel.
'Who is it?' she called out. She wished she had a spy hole. 'It's me.'
Misty staggered backward, recognizing the voice only too well. Oh, God. How had he found her this time? She toyed with the idea of simply waiting until he went away, but he began to pound the wood loud enough to make the neighbors come out to investigate.
'I know you're in there,' Wade shouted. 'And I won't give up so you may as well just let me in.'
'Just hold on and shut the fuck up,' she muttered, clenching her fists at the urge to let him in just so she could smack him upside the head.
She ran into her room and put on a robe before she opened the door. Misty didn't need to worry that Wade would read too much into her appearance. The only way he'd been interested in what was under her bathrobe would be if he thought her credit card was inside.
She threw back the door without looking at him and walked away and into the main living area, sure he would follow.
'That's not very welcoming, darlin'. Aren't you pleased to see me?'
'I've got no money left, Wade, so you've wasted your time hunting me down.' She cut to the chase, unwilling to play his games again.
He looked like shit. What she had once thought of as a hippie-inspired, rebellious air he had about him just seemed messy. His shoulder-length, dirty blond hair had been her favorite thing about him, but now she couldn't stand the thought of running her fingers through the greasy strands. A few days' worth of beard covered his strong chin, and he smelled like he needed a bath. A leather biker jacket he shouldn't have been able to tolerate wearing in the Arizona desert, did nothing to hide how much weight he lost.
'Now don't be like that. I have good news for both of us.'
'I can't imagine anything you could tell me that I'd consider good news. Unless it's that you agreed to sign the papers?'
Wade laughed at her snippy comment and Misty remembered the grudging admiration she had for his ability to let everything roll off his back.
'I got you a gig---a huge one.' He put his hand up, stopping her when she opened her mouth to tell him to get out. 'Seriously, this is what we've been waiting for.'
'First, what's with the 'we'? There is no 'we' anymore. And second,' she sighed, angry at herself for even asking, 'where exactly is this huge gig?'
He paused for effect and then opened his arms as if bestowing peace on mankind. 'You mean 'what'. It's a twenty-city tour, kicking off at The Bergen.'
Misty couldn't believe her ears. 'In Nashville?' He nodded. 'What are they offering?'
'A slot as a support artist on a show called Women of Country. I told them you were a headliner, but they weren't buying.'
She shuddered. Misty could only imagine what Wade had said. Not that he'd done it for her benefit, more to increase the value of his percentage.
'They wanted me?'
Wade nodded a little too enthusiastically. Misty raised an eyebrow and waited for him to tell her the truth. 'I know the guy organizing the talent,' he confessed. 'So what do you think?'
She didn't know what to think. Sure, she needed a job she could take after this gig was over, but she didn't want to get involved with him or one of his scams.
'Before you start getting all fired up and thinking to yourself that it's just Wade and one of his usual cons, I swear I've stopped drinking and whoring around---'
'Just wait up. Why are you telling me this? I don't care if you are still drinking, whoring, and gambling. We're not together any more, remember?'
Wade took a step toward her, smiling indulgently when she took a step away. 'Come on now, Misty. You've punished me for being a bad boy and I deserved it. But that's behind us now and I want you back.'
He kept advancing with his arms outstretched until he backed her up against the door. Misty braced her hands against his chest and pushed him away. 'Forget it, Wade. No job is worth letting you back into my life. Not as a manager, nor an agent---and certainly not as a lover.'
His charming mask slipped when he didn't get his own way, just as she knew it would. 'You owe me Misty. I put my own career on hold to support you. It's payback time.'
She smiled. It wasn't the reaction Wade expected, but she couldn't help it. He'd pulled this emotional blackmail on her so many times before, she couldn't take him seriously. Back in the day, she would have felt responsible for the fact his life hadn't turned out the way he'd hoped, but not anymore.
'I paid you well for any help you gave me and you of all people should know that. You took damn near every last cent we had. What exactly is it you think I owe you? You're a young man, Wade. Go do something with your own talents and stop trying to live off mine. Believe it or not, I wasn't put on this earth to be your meal ticket.'
Wade turned his back on her and stared out of the window at the rapidly darkening sky. 'You're right. I should get the hell out of your life and let you be, but I have no choice.'
He spun around, and Misty saw genuine fear on his face. What the hell had he done this time?
'I owe money to some guys---a lot of money---and my cut of this contract would keep them off my back for a while.'
'You fucking idiot!' she shouted at him, concern mixing with her anger. Misty didn't want anything to do with him but she didn't want him dead either. 'How much do you owe?'
"Twenty thousand, give or take."
'Wade, honey, I doubt we'll make that much combined. How is a tiny percentage of my cut going to help you?'
Hope flared to life again in his hazel eyes. Misty knew he thought her questions meant she would do it for him.
'It'll keep them off my back for a while and get me out of town until I can pull the rest of the money together.' He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. 'Besides, my percentage ain't exactly what you'd call tiny.'
'You're not coming on the road with me!' she blurted out. Misty ignored his comment about the cut he was taking, stunned Wade would think she'd want to be anywhere near him.
'That's exactly when you'd need me, don't you see? An artist needs their manager when they're on tour. Besides, I can line up some extra shows.'
'Don't put the cart before the horse, Wade. I haven't agreed to your percentage yet.'
'So you'll do it?'
'Before I answer, you need to know I would be doing this for me, not you. I don't owe you a damned thing. But I suppose with nothing else lined up, I have no real reason not to.' Misty sidestepped Wade's attempt to draw her into his arms again. 'I gotta get ready for work. Where are you staying?'
Two bright spots of color appeared on his cheeks and she knew what he was about to say. He, at least, had the good grace to look embarrassed. 'I kinda hoped you'd let me crash here.'
'Then you kinda hoped wrong. You need to head back to Nashville and I will meet you there in a few days.' Misty didn't want Wade hanging around at any time, and especially not now. The thought of explaining him to Aiden and Seth made her a little uneasy, not that they laid any claims on her, but she didn't want them running off with the wrong idea.
She opened the door. 'Okay, I'll do it on two conditions---one, you sign the release papers before I put my name to that contract and two, you forget any idea about you and me getting back together. That ship sailed.'
'Thanks, Misty. I won't let you down this time, I swear.'
Wade walked through the hall and out into the street without hesitation, leaving Misty frozen in the doorway, amazed he'd gone without being a pain in the ass. For the first time since she'd know him, he'd been easy to get rid of...too damned easy.
Chapter 6
'You keep smiling at me like that, people are gonna think we're in love,' Aiden muttered out the side of his mouth when he noticed the other guys in the bunkhouse giving them a few weird glances.
'Then they'd be right,' Seth said unapologetically and still grinned from ear to ear.
He didn't get it. Aiden tried again. 'I meant, in love with each other.'
'Oh, right.' He sat up and stared down a few of the guys still looking in his direction. 'You really think so?' Seth whispered.
It was Aiden's turn to smile. 'Naw, I'm just kidding with you.'
Seth threw a boot at him and flopped back down on the bed. 'Count yourself lucky I am too damned tired and happy to care.'
His words sobered Aiden. Seth had fallen for Misty again and hard. Sure, his own feelings were no less intense, but he kept his head about it. In less than two days, the job would be finished and would head back home to Missouri. Where would she go?
The night they shared with her surpassed even his fantasies of what would happen if they ever met her again. Seth wasn't the only one who hadn't gotten over her. All these years he'd fooled himself that Seth's happiness made him agree to the search for her in the beginning. Aiden could no longer deny the truth. It was more than just the memory of a wild night of sex that had made him think of her so often. He'd fallen in love with her just as quickly as Seth had.
And now they'd found her again and what they shared hadn't been a fluke or a one off. There was something between the three of them, something he realized that he and Seth needed from this moment on to ever be truly happy again. No matter what happened between them all now, he knew that the image of her clinging to him while he and Seth took her every way they knew how would go to his grave with him. Aiden got hard at the thought of her. He groaned, rolled onto his side, willed his body to calm down so he could follow Seth's lead, and take a nap.
Later, feeling a little more human after a short sleep and a shower, he followed Seth into the bar. As usual, Misty was onstage and he sent a nod her way but she didn't see it. She dropped his gaze as soon as she found it.
'What's wrong with her?' Seth vocalized Aiden's thoughts.
'Not sure. Maybe she's regretting what happened like before.'
Seth shook his head. 'No way, Aiden. She seduced us, remember? Misty wanted last night as much as we did.'
Aiden nodded, but didn't tell Seth that he wasn't so sure anymore. He stared at her for a minute, knowing he might make her more uncomfortable yet unable to stop himself trying to read her thoughts. Her gaze caught his again and then flicked to someone else sitting close to the edge of the stage. Aiden took a step to his left, craning his neck to see through the crowd---and found the reason for the sudden change in her demeanor.
He elbowed Seth before he stopped to think how his buddy might react. 'Hey, is that the guy we saw with Misty a few years back?'
He got his answer when the color drained out of Seth's taut face. His jaw set in a firm line and he turned his back to order a beer. 'Sure looks like it to me.'
Aiden couldn't accept that he'd been so wrong about her. Even though he warned himself not to assume anything, the one thing he hadn't been prepared for was that she was still involved with her ex.
Misty finished her set and damn near ran from the stage without waiting for the applause. Aiden's anger shifted from her to the man who seemed to be the cause of her discomfort. He watched Wade get to his feet and head backstage, then walk straight into her dressing room.
'Huh,' Seth said, his grunt told Aiden that he didn't know what to make of it either.
'We'd better check on her. She didn't look very happy.' Aiden started walking as soon as the words left his mouth, but Seth still beat him to her door.
'Misty, is everything okay in there?' Seth shouted when she didn't answer at his knock. The sound of furious whispering came from the room, the door opened, and Wade walked out, a shit-eating grin on his face.
'Sorry, boys, Misty Tucker doesn't see fans backstage.'
'Wade!' she shouted. Misty appeared behind him but still seemed unwilling to look at Aiden or Seth. 'Stop being a jerk. These are my friends.'
Aiden let his gaze roam over her, not caring if his disgust showed on his face. She wore no more than a skimpy robe and looked to have very little on underneath it. Had she undressed in front of Wade?
'Well, any friend of my girl is a friend of mine,' he said, still wearing the smirk that Aiden itched to wipe off his smug face. He ignored the hand the man offered, as did Seth.
'Go wait for me at the bar. I'll be out in a minute.' Misty fixed Wade with a glare, holding his gaze until he shrugged then ambled off.
'What's going on?' Seth asked when Misty still refused to look at them. 'Why's he here?'
She stepped to one side and gestured for them to come into the room. Aiden lead the way, stopping to lean against the wall, leaving the only seat free for Misty, but she didn't sit on it. Seth barely moved, choosing to angle himself against the doorframe without coming inside the small, brightly lit dressing room.
'So you met Wade,' Misty said. Her forced, brittle laugh grated over Aiden's already taut nerves.
'Charming fellow, ain't he?' Seth drawled, doing nothing to hide exactly what he thought of the guy.
Aiden didn't have the patience for idle banter. 'What's going on?'
Misty cleared her throat. 'Not what you think.'
'And how do you know what I'm thinking?'
She laughed, genuinely this time. 'You look about ready to kill someone, Aiden. I may not be the smartest person you ever met, but I know an angry man when I see one.' She looked at Seth. 'Make that two angry men.'
'Can you blame us?' Seth said, still too loud despite the effort he'd made to whisper. 'To walk in and find you half naked with Wade's eyes roaming all over you, after you---'
'After I what? You knew all about him last night. It didn't bother you then.'
'That's because we thought it was over between you and him.'
'It is over.' Misty took a deep breath and Aiden guessed she just realized what Seth was getting at. 'What, you see him here and just assume that I'm still with him?'
'Wade seems to think you are,' Aiden added, unsure Seth's attitude was helping, but unable to stop the accusation slipping out. He gestured toward her flimsy robe. 'Why exactly is that, Misty?'
'I have no idea what kind of sleazy thoughts you are having about me, but you need to remember something. I was with the guy for years. It's not like I have to be shy in front of him and anyway, I made him turn his back. Besides, what happens between Wade and me really isn't any of your damn business.'
'Oh, is that right?' Seth asked. His tone a warning to anyone who knew him as well as Aiden did that he had a slim grip on his temper. 'It is my business now.'
'Why? Because you fucked me?'
Aiden winced, her words hit him like a slap in the face and caused him to take an involuntarily took a step toward her, but Seth got there first. His arm shot out, closed around her body, and he hauled her up against his chest. He forced her to stand on tiptoe, a firm hand holding the back of her head.
'You know that's not it,' he muttered against her jaw and worked his lips closer to hers. 'It's more than just sex Misty and you know it.'
'I know...I'm sorry,' she whispered, lifting her head to look him in the eye.
Seth claimed her mouth and she sagged against him, letting her lush curves press into him as her arms wound around his neck. Aiden moved to stand behind her, trailing his hands over her shoulders, down her sides before grasping her hips, and pulling her back against the hard bulge forming in his pants as he watched her melt against Seth. Misty moaned and rubbed her ass against him, which let Aiden know that she welcomed his touch too.
He groaned, reached around her collarbone, and pulled her robe from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, revealing the white lace bodysuit she wore beneath. Aiden's throat tightened at the thought Wade might have seen her in the tiny scrap of material. He wrapped the paper-thin wisps of silk holding it up around his fingers and tore them away. Misty fell back against his chest when he tugged the fabric covering her breasts down to her waist and filled his hands.
Looking down at her body over her shoulder, Aiden saw her nipples grow large from his touch, the hard pebbles pushing at his palms. He looked up to find Seth watching her reactions. Seth got up and turned to drag the chair a little closer. He dropped to his knees, reached down, grasped her ankle, and placed one of her legs up on the seat.
Aiden felt Misty begin to shake once Seth made his intentions clear. He took off his hat, throwing it across the room, and then put his hand between her thighs. The snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit made a popping sound as they were torn apart, and Aiden knew Seth had an eyeful of her. He raised his head, looking for somewhere better to do this, so he could see too, and found that they faced the mirror over her dressing table.
Seth pushed the bottom of her suit up, exposing the thick, dark curls covering her pussy, and then gave Aiden the sight he craved when Seth parted her slick lips with two careful fingers. Aiden moaned at the sight of her moist, rose-colored flesh, already swollen in arousal. Seth shifted to the side. He used one hand, spread down over her mound, to hold the lips of her pussy apart. He placed the tips of his fingers from his other hand on her clit and rubbed in slow circles.
Misty bucked against the sensation, grinding her ass harder against Aiden's aching cock. He grunted and pushed back against her, forcing her cunt forward to accept Seth's touch. She thrashed against him again when Seth moved his attention from her clit to her pussy. He looked up to see her reaction as he slid a finger inside her and smiled when he saw the shudder wracking her.
Aiden took a step back, supported her weight on his chest, and deepened the angle of her body where it rested between him and the chair. Seth dipped his head when her legs spread wider and blocked Aiden's view in the mirror. He alternated between watching her writhing in the reflection or looking down at her splayed out beneath him. But it wasn't enough.
'Let me move you, darling,' he whispered in her ear and pulled her away from Seth to lift her onto the dressing table. Seth shuffled around to resume sucking at her, his hands spreading her inner thighs while he buried his head into her groin. Misty leaned to one side and reached for Aiden, her hands fumbling when she tried to unbuckle his belt. He undid the buttons on his fly himself, but let her pull his engorged cock out of his pants, shuddering at the first touch of her hot hand.
She pulled at it greedily, tugging him closer with desperate jerks until she had him close enough to take into her mouth. Misty groaned and closed her eyes when her lips closed around him. Aiden braced his hands on the wall above the mirror and thrust in and out of her as gently as he could. Her small fist pumped in time with her mouth and drove him wild. Oh God, he wanted to push inside her so deep, but he held himself in check---at least until he heard her gasp and saw the ripple of her abdomen caused by Seth driving her crazy with his tongue.
He clenched his fists, forcing himself to hold still when the first hard pulse of semen surged its way up his shaft and into her hot mouth. His legs began to shake with the urge to lunge forward, but he managed to hold on. He gasped when she let his cock fall from her lips when her orgasm began. He grabbed his dick in a fist and jerked the last of his cum out onto the floor, his gaze locked on her.
Misty's head fell back against the shiny tabletop. She seemed to lose the ability to support her weight. Aiden bent to kiss her, taking the sharp sting of her bite against his lip and the tug of her hands in his hair without complaint. She shuddered to completion and let go of his head just as the sound of Seth's ragged breathing split the air. Aiden turned to see Seth come all over his own hand, slumping forward to support his weight on his free arm while he finished emptying his load.
Aiden staggered back to the wall and allowed himself to slide to the floor and catch his breath. He looked at Misty, still lying on the counter struggling to recover, her eyes closed, and then to Seth where he lay on his back, one arm thrown over his face and his cock still in his hand. The knowledge that they were all spent and exhausted from the mind-blowing sex that seemed to come so easily to them didn't make him feel any better. Sex wasn't the problem. It never had been.
Misty was the first to her feet and had just retied her robe when someone knocked the door. She rushed forward to drop the latch before calling out.
'It's me,' they all heard Wade say.
'I told you to wait for me in the bar!' Misty shouted. 'If you don't get off my back, you can forget Nashville.'
Seth raised his head, looked at Aiden, and they both turned to look at her. 'Nashville?' Seth asked, getting to his feet, and straightening his clothing.
Aiden did the same and turned to her, angry that she still hadn't answered.
'Misty, you gotta give us some straight answers. What in the fuck is going on?'
She turned, grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on her dresser, looked about to get down, and clean up the evidence of their arousal. Seth stopped her and did it himself.
'Wade found me a job---a good one. I'm heading straight there when I finish here tomorrow night.'
'With him?' Aiden asked, although he already knew the answer. She nodded. 'Why?'
'He arranged the whole thing, without my consent by the way represented himself as my agent and manager. I guess the local promoters remember that's how we did things in the past, so they didn't question it.'
Seth, confusion written plainly on his face, put up a hand to halt her chatter. 'So you are working with him again. What makes you think he isn't gonna run off with all your money like he did before?'
'Because, I'm wise to him this time, Seth. I'll get my cut up front and put it somewhere he will never find it.'
Aiden wasn't buying it. 'Why would you risk getting involved with someone like him again?'
'It's a great opportunity and more money than I've seen in a long time.'
'Well, you might only be doing it for those reasons, but Wade's got a much higher stake in this.'
Misty turned away, picked up her brush, and dragged it through her hair roughly. 'Yes, I know. But what Wade wants and what he will get is two different things. I'm doing this for me. I made that much clear to him before I agreed.'
'Then somebody didn't get the memo because he was swaggering around here like he owns you,' Seth said, leaning down beside to her meet her gaze in the mirror.
'Nobody owns me.'
'What if we asked you not to go?'
'And do what instead---starve?'
Aiden had to stop Seth before he pushed her too hard. He could sense Misty wouldn't take kindly to the Seth's brand of persuasion. 'You could work with us until something better came along---help us set up the business. We couldn't pay you much of a wage, but you'd have all of your meals provided and a roof over your head.'
Misty smiled, trying to take the sting out of her words. 'And what about my career? If I can't sing, I may as well be dead. It's the only thing that's ever mattered to me.'
'We could have a setup like this.' Seth looked around, thinking out loud. 'We'd have to get a little bit of money behind us first so we could refurbish one of the barns, but it could work.'
'That's not a bad idea, 'Aiden said, catching Seth's enthusiasm and turning to Misty. 'Would you consider it then?'
She got to her feet, the sadness already in her eyes. 'At any other time in the last couple of years, your offer couldn't have made me happier, but not right now. This is a huge opportunity for me. Can't you guys see that?'
Aiden did a better job of hiding his disappointment than Seth, but then he still hadn't given up. 'Okay, so once you've done this gig, you could come join us then.'
Again she didn't react how he hoped. 'Thing is, if things take off after this tour, I'll be really busy, you know, promoting and stuff. Wade says...'
Her voice trailed off into a whisper when she looked into Aiden's face, probably able to see he didn't believe her. He would put everything he had on the odds of Wade spending every minute of his time with her trying to worm his way back in.
'Are you rejecting the job or us?'
As usual, Seth cut to the chase, braver in some ways than Aiden could ever be.
'I'm not rejecting anyone, just following my dream.'
'And Wade's a part of that dream?' Seth asked.
'Not in the way you think.'
Aiden didn't need to hear anymore. 'Then I hope get all you want from life, Misty. It obviously isn't anything we can give you.'
'That's not fair. It's not my fault this offer came when it did. If we'd met earlier then---'
'Ah, but we did, remember. And as I recall, you ran away from us that time too.'
Aiden couldn't regret causing the blush crawling over Misty's cheeks. She needed to know that her actions had hurt them, not once but twice.
He turned and unlatched the door. 'Come on, Seth. We're in the way.'
Chapter 7
The tour bus rumbled to a stop at the back of a small theater about a hundred miles north of Nashville, and Misty got to her feet before the driver even opened the doors. Wade got up too. She wanted to scream at him to sit back down and give her some breathing room.
She couldn't wait to get away from him. He worked her like a dog over the last two months, slotting extra gigs into her already hectic tour schedule. Being part of a touring show made things a little easier on her---a thirty-minute slot every other night didn't wreck her throat or wear her out the way a full concert did. But Wade wasn't the kind of guy to even consider the ramifications of putting strain on her voice, the very instrument that had made them money and saved his skin.
Just one more night, she thought yet again. She'd clung to these words like a mantra for weeks, counting down the days until the tour ended. Not only because she would finally be free of Wade. Her future happiness depended on how things went tonight---and only if Aiden and Seth accepted her invitation.
She carried her bags up to the last hotel room she hoped she would see in a very long time. Thanks to Wade's determination to come on tour and the fact the promoters would only cover the bill for one room, they had to share. Sure, she could have made him pay for his own, but she would only have had to reimburse him for it out of the substantial amount of money she saved.
Wade had been as good as his word---paying off his debt as soon as he could, although it left him broke. Misty didn't mind too much that he'd kind of assumed she would ensure he got food, clean laundry, and somewhere to sleep. At least this time there was a reason for her to put up with his sense of entitlement.
She'd been able to at least insist on twin beds so it wasn't as if he could try anything with her, even if she wanted him to---which she didn't. It didn't stop him asking though. But since the night in North Carolina a week or so earlier, when she'd told him she was in love with someone else, he'd stopped even trying. Misty refused to divulge any details, letting him believe it was one of the cowboys he met in Broken Jaw.
He handled her confession better than he did the news she would never tour again. Wade told her she lost her mind to throw her career away just as it had begun to take off, but she stuck to her guns. Misty didn't need to remind him that he wouldn't have been involved anyway, no matter what she did next.
Wade followed her into the room and threw his bag onto one of the beds. Misty ignored him in favor of taking a long bath and easing the ache out of her shoulders. When she came back into the bedroom, he hadn't moved from where she'd left him.
'Aren't you even gonna bother to unpack. There's dirty laundry in your bag, Wade.'
Over the last few weeks, she'd begun to feel like his mother. With the sexual chemistry between them dead, for her at least, Misty realized they had very little in common. She couldn't help but worry for him though. She loved him once and even considering all he had done to her, she wanted him to be happy.
'I don't need to unpack. I'm not staying.'
'What do you mean?'
'I'm gonna head back to Nashville. You don't need me here tonight.'
Misty told him of her plans to invite Aiden and Seth to come watch her perform a few days ago, but didn't think he'd taken much notice. 'You don't have to leave, Wade. If they show up, I'm gonna let you have this room to yourself tonight.'
'Which one of them is it you've fallen for?'
His swift change of subject was a tactic she remembered from the many times they argued in the past. Back then, she'd have blurted out an answer, but somehow, Wade had lost his ability to manipulate her. Or maybe she just didn't care enough for it to work anymore.
'What difference does it make?'
'None I guess. They both seem like decent guys.'
'They are. You really don't have to leave you know.' 'Yeah, I do.'
Wade opened his arms, asking for a hug for the first time in forever, rather than just trying to take one. Misty walked into his embrace, genuinely moved by the thought she may never see him again. He pressed a kiss onto her forehead and pulled away.
'The least you can do is let me do the honorable thing this one time. I'd rather leave you through choice than have you taken from me, Misty.'
Her stomach dropped when she saw the pain in his eyes and realized that he really did still love her. She'd dismissed his feelings for so long, assuming all she ever been to him was a meal ticket. Misty hadn't believed he truly cared for her at all.
She grabbed his hands as he pulled away and gave them a little tug to force him to at her. 'Do you have enough money for the bus?'
'Yes. You're not gonna have to pay me to leave you alone this time'' He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers. 'I had these drawn up, and I've signed where I need to. You only have to add your signature and get them notarized, and you're free.'
Scanning the document releasing her from the contract with Wade, Misty smiled at the irony of getting back the rights to her talent and career when she no longer cared about any of it.
'Take care of yourself, Misty. Thanks for the ride.'
Wade kissed the top of her head and strode out of the room. Just like that, he was out of her life.
Misty sank onto the bed, stunned by another sudden development. She expected Wade to make things difficult for her when she tried to leave him after the tour. Fear of what he might do in front of Aiden and Seth had consumed her thoughts. Now, without the fight she readied herself for, she had nothing to do but sit and fret over whether they would turn up at all.
A couple of hours later, Misty's nervousness escalated to such a pitch, she barely thought straight. Her hands shook so much as she dressed for the show that she had to ask one of girls she shared a dressing room with for help with a zipper on the back of her costume.
She turned to the mirror, taking small comfort in the fact that the outfit she would wear for them this time was one she actually liked. She smiled, remembering Aiden's quip about Elvis impersonators and allowed herself a little moment of anticipation as she tried to imagine how the pair of them would react to seeing her now. The corset bodice in emerald green did amazing things to her eyes and complemented her pale skin. Her skintight jeans had multicolored sequins sewn down the seams that caught the light and glimmered like peacock feathers when she moved. Most nights, she curled her hair and swept it into an asymmetric chignon and allowed the ringlets to fall over one shoulder, but she didn't want it that way when the boys saw her again. Misty knew they loved her hair down, natural, and flowing to her waist.
What if they didn't come? The thought slammed through her once more. She knew she had hurt them deeply before and they may not want to forgive her a second time. Misty hadn't been ready for what they offered back then, but now she was. The weeks spent on the road taught her that nothing meant more than their love. If she had any doubt she loved them before, she didn't anymore. She spent too many nights missing them desperately and crying into her pillow not to be sure.
'What's wrong with you, honey?'
She jumped at a voice behind her. Rita, one of the older members of the troupe, placed a hand on Misty's shoulder.
'Are you sad the tour is coming to an end?'
She smiled and nodded, happy to let Rita believe whatever she wanted. The backstage intercom buzzed, and she heard them call her to the waiting area behind the stage. She went on in five minutes. Blowing out a hard breath to relieve some of the tension building in her throat that made it feel like it closed, Misty picked her guitar up from the table and made her way through the labyrinth of corridors at the back of the theater.
'Come on,' one of the crew whispered loudly, with a frantic wave meaning she should hurry. 'Mary-Jo just cut her set short. You're on---now!'
A hand made contact with the small of her back and Misty found herself propelled through the stage curtain before she had time to even worry if Aiden and Seth were waiting for her. She saved them the best seats in the house, in the very front row, so it took all of ten seconds for her to see they had chosen not to come.
The empty seats seemed to taunt her and the gap in the crowd reminded her of their absence, and how it would leave a gap in her life no one else could ever fill.
A movement at the corner of her vision made her heart leap into her throat and she strained to see the figures approaching down one of the aisles. But it wasn't who she hoped for, just an old couple having trouble finding their way in the darkened auditorium.
Her eyes filled with tears, turning the faces of the crowd into a blur. Misty smiled. Years of training took over, reminding her to at least go through the motions until she got a hold of herself. By the time she'd finished the first verse of the song she always opened with, she didn't need to hide her tears anymore. They dried up, along with any hopes she'd had, leaving her feeling nothing, but the hard lump in her chest.
Misty watched the audience while she worked her way through the short set list. How many knew a broken heart when they heard one and could feel the sadness in her voice? Were they even listening or simply waiting for her to get her set over with so the headline act would come on?
The time came for the last song, and Misty turned to the band, warning them she made a few changes to the playlist and needed no backup for this one. They didn't care either way, shrugging as they exited the stage, happy, she felt sure, to have the unexpected five-minute break to get a beer or have a smoke.
Misty sang a new song, one she written about Aiden and Seth. One they would have known had been just for them. It spoke of their special kind of love and how the world wouldn't understand. It told of her gratitude for finding someone who had known better than she did what she needed and how she thanked God every day that she'd come to know the truth. The last line of the song simply said she didn't want to live in a world that didn't have them in it.
The words could have been meant for a family or friends, but Misty knew Seth and Aiden would have understood them. As the last notes from her guitar strings faded into silence, she was crying openly and didn't even try to stem the tears.
The audience didn't know what caused her display of emotion, and no one seemed to care. To a person, the crowd got to its feet and began clapping, cheering, and shouting for more. Seeing their reaction just made her cry even harder. To achieve one of her dreams only when it didn't matter to her anymore seemed so ironic. Misty ran from the stage.
Out in the cool night air a few minutes later, she thought of going back to the dressing room and reassuring everyone that she was okay, but she couldn't face anyone. Not yet. Thankful she had the sense to grab her purse before she stumbled out of the building. She turned and headed up the alleyway leading to the street that ran along the side of the theater.
Two shadows loomed in front of her and blocked out the light from the streetlamp. Her heart lurched, more from surprise than real terror. The thought that she should run the other way barely formed before a voice she recognized made her start for an altogether different reason.
'We were just coming to find you.'
'Aiden?' Misty didn't care who the voice belonged to. She put a little distance between her and the dark shadows just in case.
'Are you okay?' The shape with Seth's voice took a step forward. 'We saw you crying and wanted to come see what was wrong.'
'You were there?' They nodded. 'Why didn't you use the seats I gave you?'
Aiden looked away and Seth cleared his throat before he spoke. 'We didn't intend for you to see us, Misty.' 'Oh...'
They didn't want her to know they were there? That meant they didn't want to have to speak to her or spend time with her. Did Seth's confession hurt any more than thinking they hadn't come at all? She couldn't be sure. Misty only knew she wasn't handling her disappointment well and the thought of breaking down in front of them made her want to be sick. She tried to plaster a smile on her face.
'As you can see, I'm fine. Thanks for coming, guys. Why not go back and enjoy the rest of the show?'
Misty angled closer to the wall so she could slip past them and escape another cruel irony---being so close to them again in a way she had dreamed of, yet knowing they didn't want her anymore. At least the semi-dark alleyway saved her from the torture of being able to see into their eyes and finding them empty of the love she craved.
A hand closed around her arm and pulled her back to where she stood only seconds earlier.
'Where are you going?'
Frustration, at being unable to get away, stretched her reserves to breaking point and she began to cry. Her hands bunched in Aiden's shirt when he moved to comfort her, and she dragged him closer with all her strength. Misty pressed her face into his chest, not caring that she stole the intimacy she'd been starved of, and sure it would be the last time she ever got to hold him.
Aiden took a couple of steps to the side, turning with her still in his arms, then she felt Seth's hands on her shoulders and his lips pressed into the hair covering her ear.
'Don't cry anymore, Misty,' he whispered.
The kindness in his tone just made her sob all the more, despite her efforts to stop. When Aiden began to pull away, she forced herself to let go of his shirt.
'Where are you staying?' he asked. 'The Regal.'
'Come on. We'll walk you back.'
'It's okay. It's only a block away.'
Aiden didn't answer, so she let him lead her from the alleyway, clasping the hand he offered. A fresh bout of tears threatened, but she wouldn't allow them to fall. Misty didn't want to make them feel any worse than they probably already did. She definitely couldn't handle their pity. She brought this on herself. She let Aiden's hand slip from hers, determined to handle whatever they had to say with some measure of dignity.
The dark, quiet street seemed to amplify every sound around them as they walked in silence toward her hotel. Misty noticed how the clump of their boots set a counter rhythm to the fast click of her heels while she struggled to keep up with their long strides. The hotel entrance had come into view before anybody spoke.
'That last song...' Seth left the words hanging and turned to her. Aiden stopped walking too.
'Oh, you heard it? 'Her stomach began flip-flopping again. Of course they heard it.
'Did you write it?'
She nodded, looking up into his face and swallowed against another urge to cry when she saw his green eyes clearly for the first time in months. 'Why didn't you ever play it before tonight?'
Seth's question wasn't the one she'd been expecting. 'It's a new one. I...I wrote it a couple of weeks ago.'
'Would you have played it if you thought we were there?'
Aiden moved to stand next to Seth, the three of them blocking the small path leading to the entrance of the hotel.
'Probably not.'
Seth punched Aiden in the arm, a triumphant expression chasing the tension from his face. 'See, I told you it was for us.'
Aiden look as if he intended to argue with Seth, but instead, turned his attention to Misty. 'Only one way to find out, was it about us?'
'Yes?' she said, turning the word into a question for fear it wasn't what he wanted to her to say.
'Then why the hell wouldn't you have played it for us?'
With the answer lingering in the front of her mind and the words on the tip of her tongue, Misty couldn't fight the tears any longer. 'I wanted to sing it for you at another time. After I'd told you that I love you both...so very much.'
Seth's arms where the ones to hold her this time. 'Is that still how you feel?'
She nodded, unable to speak until she got the sobs wracking her body under control. 'I'm so sorry,' she said, once she regained her voice. 'I know now I left it too late.'
'It's never too late,' Aiden said. Misty strained to turn around in Seth's arms and look at him. The smile he sent her way should have lifted the heaviness in her heart, but she was afraid to believe she understood right. When he leaned down to kiss her, she threw her arms around his neck without hesitation.
'Can I have some of that?' Seth said, after what seemed like an age where she could sense nothing but Aiden's lips on hers.
Aiden let her go with a chuckle and she turned to Seth, stopping when she saw a couple getting out of a cab a few feet away. He sighed.
'Is there somewhere a little more private we can go?'
'Well, there's always my room,' she teased, backing away and beckoning the pair of them to follow her.
Unlocking the door moments later, she didn't even have time to turn on the light before Seth set about getting his share of her. He walked her backward into the room with his lips welded to hers. His hands went to the zipper of her corset, he ripped it open, and stepped back to look at her as he peeled it away. 'This is pretty, but I like what's underneath better.'
Misty laughed and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself while he dropped to his knees to tug off her jeans. Aiden took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her, his hands tore at the buttons. He moved back to kick off his jeans as Seth finished removing hers and stood up to begin undressing too.
Aiden picked her up, his large hands sinking into her flesh while he carried her to the bed. Misty rained kisses all over his lips and jaw, refused to let go of his neck when he tried to put her down. He laughed against her lips and lay down with her, bracing his weight on his arms. Suddenly, he lifted his head and turned to Seth. 'Okay?'
Misty didn't understand the question, but Seth did. 'What was that about?'
'Do you mind if I have you all to myself for a few minutes?'
The question surprised her, but she saw the merit in them all taking their time. Misty didn't want to rush anything and as long as the men she loved wanted her, either individually or together, she'd take them any way she could get them. She looked at Seth. 'Do you mind?'
He shook his head. 'I've waited this long for you, Misty. A few minutes more won't hurt. Besides, I love watching you.'
Seth's hand fell to his already rigid cock, and she groaned when he began to pull on it slowly, his hips thrusting forward in time with the motion.
A kiss on her neck brought her attention back to Aiden. 'Every time we made love, it was always a blur. I just want to make sure I don't miss a thing this time.'
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Misty realized Aiden had done it for Seth's benefit when she heard him groan from across the room as she straddled Aiden's groin.
She lay on top of him, pressing her soft breasts and abdomen into his hardness. She felt the wetness oozing from his cock against her stomach. Lifting his head, he kissed her again while roaming his hands down over her back. He spread her ass, raising his legs behind her. One tiny adjustment in position and he pushed into her pussy, biting on her shoulder. She reared against him, sinking farther onto his hardness.
He grunted in satisfaction at the first, full penetration, not allowing her to move again. His fingers bit into her hips where he held her, happy to throb deep within her for a moment it seemed. Dropping his hand a little, he slid a thumb underneath her to circle her clit. Rocking to increase the friction against his hand, Misty felt his cock grow stronger, her muscles undulated around him, and she strained to get more of his touch. Responding to her need, he turned his hand over, rubbing her briskly with his fingertips.
Her head flew back at the change in tempo and pressure. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, he writhed beneath her, desperate for his own release, but trying to bring her off first. His eyes were shut tight, and ragged breaths tore through him. He bit into his lip, his chest quivering with the effort of holding back his orgasm. She placed her hands on his stomach, bracing herself against him to rock harder and faster on him. A low, keening came from Seth's side of the room and Misty turned to look at him. She gasped, watching him slide around in the chair with his thighs spread wide, cupping his balls, and stroking his cock. His gaze fixed on where she and Aiden were joined.
Misty's orgasm lingered just out of reach. Desperate, she groaned and pushed harder against Aiden, scratching at his chest as she tried to take him deeper. She felt a hand grab hold of her on either side of her hips and shuddered with excitement when she realized Seth had come to help move her on and off Aiden's cock. She came then, her muscles turning to jelly, and she slumped forward over Aiden while he and Seth did all the work.
The spasms subsided and she pressed a kiss against Aiden's heaving chest. His cock was still inside her and as hard as before. He hadn't come. Misty began to squirm against him, ready to drive him to orgasm whether he wanted to hold back or not. Suddenly she found herself being pulled away.
Seth threw her onto her back like a rag doll and she thrilled at his impatience, opening her legs for him. He was on top of her and inside her before she had the chance to take another breath. She tried to move under him, but he wouldn't let her. Her hands clasped over her head, and he attacked her mouth, licking and biting rather than actually kissing her, his thrusts almost brutal as he grunted into her ear.
His groans became louder, sounding almost painful. Freeing her hands, he braced his weight on his palms, rocking into her again and again. Seth's head moved away and Aiden's came into view, his lips locking over hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth and his talented hands found her nipples and began to tug on them.
Seth's angle brought her mound into contact with his pelvis, and she felt the friction against her clit. Misty grabbed his ass, pumping his hard shaft into her repeatedly. She came again, her pussy sucking at his rigid cock while she sucked on Aiden's tongue.
Seth rolled away instantly, flopping onto the bed beside her, his penis still as rock hard as Aiden's. Misty lay between them, her body spent but her mind working overtime. She didn't know why neither of them would let themselves come, but she resolved to remedy the problem as soon as she had caught her breath.
Five minutes later, she rolled onto her knees and crawled toward Aiden, ready to take his cock into her mouth and drag the orgasm out of him that she needed to see him have. He moved his hips away from her and she looked up in confusion as Seth pulled her onto his lap where he sat against the headboard.
Chapter 8
'I'm not sure this is gonna work.' She grinned when Seth turned them toward the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. He lay back and encouraged her to rest on top of him, spread her legs wide by placing his thighs between hers. When he thought he might have to tell Aiden what he wanted him to do, he got up and went to her dresser, coming back with a bottle of lotion.
'This is gonna feel a little cold,' Aiden warned, his hand disappeared and Misty jerked suddenly. Seth thrust against her, his cock rubbing against her stomach. When she quivered, he felt a gush of arousal seep out of her pussy.
'I want this bad too, baby,' Aiden said, smiling at Seth as she squirmed between them.
A trickle of lotion splashed onto his leg and he knew Aiden was still working lube into her. Seth grabbed her head, holding her steady so he could kiss her mouth. She jerked away when another hard spasm rippled through her.
'I'm ready...I'm ready,' she promised Aiden, lifting her butt higher.
Seth pulled her forward over him, just enough for his cock to slide out from where it lay trapped between them. He held her thighs apart and pushed into her cunt, her wetness allowing him to fill her instantly. Misty shuddered when he sank in far deeper than he expected from his first thrust. Seth bit his lip, fighting against an overwhelming urge to fuck her pussy hard. If her muscles didn't stop sucking at him, he was gonna come before he wanted to.
'Keep still,' Aiden whispered.
Seth heard her hold her breath. He knew Aiden was sinking his cock into her anus when she let out a long groan and the muscles sheathing Seth's prick clenched tighter.
'Fuck!' he shouted, going rigid beneath her as another hard pulse through her womb threatened to pull his orgasm from him. Seth's hands grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled them up even more and he felt Aiden slide right in.
'Don't move,' Misty begged. Her eyes watered. 'I need a minute.'
Seth was happy to let her set the pace. He didn't have a hope in hell of lasting for more than ten seconds if anybody moved. This way, he could calm himself down so he could stay inside her a little longer.
The first time she rocked away and back onto the two rigid shafts inside her, she trembled so much Seth could feel it. When she did it again, the tremble turned into a shudder, and she groaned in pleasure when she sheathed them with her body. The third time, she screamed, sinking onto Aiden and Seth hard and fast and causing them both to curse.
'Aw, fuck...fuck, 'Aiden gasped.
'Your cunt feels so fucking amazing, 'Seth groaned, rewarding her efforts with a hard thrust of his own.
'Let me do it,' Aiden begged.
Seth didn't know if he was speaking to him or Misty, so he held still when she did. Aiden grasped her hips and he began to move her on and off his cock, gently at first, but soon she rocked back and forth. The motion didn't only help Aiden. It benefited Seth. When Aiden pulled her back against him, her pussy slid further onto Seth's prick.
'I can't hold on any longer,' Seth heard Aiden say as he gave her two or three fast, hard thrusts and began to come. Seth began to drive into her hard, finding the feeling he'd been craving like a junkie seconds later. He had a hard-on for her for over than two months, and he couldn't wait any longer to spill into her. His orgasm tore through him and his eyes began to close. The last Seth saw of Aiden for a while was when he jerked against her, shudders rippling through his shoulders as he spilled himself into her ass.
When he regained the ability to move, he lifted Misty off his body and knew they both finished too quickly for her to come again, yet she didn't seem to mind. They already taken care of her, holding off their own pleasure until she'd had hers---not once but twice. She lay beside him with a happy smile on her face and looked just about ready to sleep, but it seemed Aiden hadn't finished. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
He smiled. He dropped his head to her groin, took a little bite of her thigh before turning his face toward her pussy.
'Aren't you tired?' she asked, seeming amazed they were both still awake.
Seth crawled to her side, his breath still a little ragged. 'If I recall, you still owe us an orgasm.'
Misty smiled, accepting his kiss, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Whatever Aiden was doing down there began to make her squirm. She screamed that she loved them, over and over again, when she came moments later, her fingers digging into Seth's arm. Once he'd held her through it and watched her fall asleep, he was finally able to close his own eyes, satisfied they made sure she didn't want for anything more.
Seth woke before the others and raised his head to look for her, an irrational panic lodging in his chest at the thought she might not be next to him. Misty lay with her arm thrown across Aiden's chest and her face pressed into Seth's side. No wonder he hadn't been able to find her, she was practically underneath him.
He inched away to look into her face and fought the urge to brush the tangle of hair from her cheek. What he wanted could wait until she woke up. All that mattered for now was she stayed.
Seth rolled to the edge of the sleeping area they made by pushing the twin beds together and wondered if they had the space to do this back at the ranch. The thought they might never need to find out crept into his mind and threatened to ruin his mood until he chased it away. Even if Misty spent most of her time on the road, she'd come back to see them when she could, of that he was more certain than he had ever been.
He went to the bathroom and tiptoed back into the room only to find Aiden had woken, gotten out of bed, and stood at the window, his body blocking out some of the light from the early morning sun.
'I can't wait to get her out of here,' he said, turning in Seth's direction. 'This town isn't a fit place for her to be.'
Seth peered down to see what caused Aiden's train of thought, grimacing when he saw the skid-row drunks going through the trash in an alley below. 'Not everyone has things as good as us, Aiden.'
'I'm not talking about the fact these guys are broke. Do you want her hanging around these kinds of places?'
'Of course not, I want her to be somewhere I can keep an eye on her, but it's not up to us.' Seth winced as he said what had been on his mind constantly and he felt sure was on Aiden's mind, too. 'We can't ask her not to follow her dreams.'
'It's hard to dream when people won't shut up so you can sleep,' Misty said from behind him, her muffled voice cutting through his thoughts.
Seth turned at the same time as Aiden and smiled when he saw she hadn't yet smoothed the hair back from her face or lifted her head from the pillow. She stretched, arched her back, and pointed her toes. The light played down her spine, over her butt, and along her legs. Seth reached for his pants and pulled them on before Aiden or Misty saw that, no matter how much he had of her last night, it still wasn't anywhere near enough. Aiden turned back toward the window and Seth guessed he'd reacted to the sight of her in pretty much the same way.
'Do you want breakfast in bed?' Seth asked her as Aiden went into the bathroom.
'No. I have to get up. I've got to get my guitar from the theater.'
The reminder she would leave them again soon made him sad, but he couldn't let her see. Any decision she came to had to be made from choice not out of guilt. It wouldn't mean anything to him otherwise.
'They offer a buffet-style breakfast down in the restaurant,' she said when Aiden came back. 'Why don't you guys go down and get us a table and I'll join you in about half an hour?'
Aiden took his third plate of eggs by the time she joined them in a booth by the window wall of the large, cafeteria-style diner. She kissed them both on the cheek and then went to get herself some food.
'Relax, Seth,' Aiden warned, probably noticing Seth had been watching her closely, trying to figure out by her demeanor what she was likely to do. 'No pressure, okay?'
Seth didn't think it would help to remind Aiden that if he listened to him, they wouldn't even be with her right now. Convinced there was nothing left to say and no point in raising their hopes again only to have them dashed, Aiden hadn't wanted to see Misty at all. Seth only talked him into making the trip by promising they would stay away from her---a promise he had no intention of keeping. As it turned out, he hadn't needed to try to change Aiden's mind at all. Once they saw Misty break down on stage, Aiden had been the first to suggest they go check on her.
'Do you want us to come to the theater with you?' he asked when she came back to the table.
'Sure, although it won't take long. I just need to grab my stage clothes and then we can leave.'
Aiden and Seth looked at each other and Aiden gave him an almost imperceptible shrug before he turned back to her. 'Are you leaving with us?'
'Of course.' Her brow creased at the question and then her cutlery clattered onto the plate as it slipped out of her grasp and she put her hands to her throat. 'Aren't I?'
Seth wanted to punch Aiden, but he guessed he couldn't blame him for asking her what she meant. She swallowed loudly, and her eyes seemed huge when she looked from him to Aiden and back again.
'Remember, you said if I wanted to I could. I know it's been a while, but I kind of assumed...'
Aiden reached for her hand at the exact same time Seth grabbed her other hand. 'You assumed right. The offer is still open, Misty. Always will be.'
Relief flooded her face at his words and Seth squeezed her fingers with his, unable to tell her how happy her reaction made him.
'Phew,' she said and giggled as she tried to make light of the intense moment. 'It would have been just my luck to find out you changed your minds.'
'Nothing could ever change our minds,' Seth said, 'although I came pretty close when I had to watch you drive off with Wade.'
'About that, 'she said, pulling their hands closer as she prepared to explain. 'You have to believe me when I say I wasn't about to get back with him or anything like that. I agreed to the job before I spoke to you and I didn't know you would react the way you did. I knew we all become very close during those last few weeks, but I also knew we'd all be leaving Broken Jaw in a couple of days.'
'So why did you still leave with him after you knew how we felt?'
Aiden dropped her gaze and Seth wondered if he'd ever tell her how badly her actions had wounded him.
'I promised to go.'
'Did breaking a promise to him mean more to you than hurting us?' Seth couldn't help the anger that crept into his voice.
'It wasn't only reason I took the job. Back then, all that still mattered to me was making it big. I guess I didn't see a way that I could get what I'd been working toward for all these years and be what you wanted me to be.'
'You thought we'd try to stop you following your dreams?'
'Of course not, Seth, but I still had to take this particular gig. Wade needed my help. He cut himself in on the deal by acting as my agent before he even told me about it. He practically begged me to do it. He owed somebody a lot of money and swore this was the only way he could think of to pay it back before they killed him. I wasn't crazy about going on tour with him tagging along, but it seemed a fabulous opportunity and too good to miss.'
Aiden pulled his hand from hers and pushed away from the table, his jaw clenched. 'Are you telling me you went off with a guy, who owed money to the Mob?'
'I'm pretty sure Wade exaggerated the amount of danger he was in just so I'd agree to go along. Besides, I don't think it was the Mob, just some guys---'
'And you think a loan shark is better? Jesus, Misty.'
Seth raised his hand. 'Calm down, Aiden. As crazy as it was, she's here now and she's safe.'
'No thanks to the idiot ex-boyfriend.'
'He's my ex-manager, too,' Misty added. 'That was another part of the deal. I only agree to help him if he signed the papers releasing me from our contract and got out of my life for good once this gig was over.'
'He agreed?' Aiden calmed a little at the news.
'Yep should be final any day now.'
'And he paid off the heavies?' Seth needed to make sure.
Misty nodded. 'In some ways, this was a really positive experience for me. I made my peace with Wade and finally convinced him to give up on any idea he and I would ever be together again. I don't hate him anymore, which feels great. I didn't like the person I became when he was around.'
'Did he, you know, try anything with you?' That thought bugged Seth the most.
'Not really. He hinted at it every now and then, but he never pushed the issue. Anyway, I told him I was in love with someone else.'
Her shy smile lit up her face and Seth marveled that any man could be fool enough to have thrown this woman's love away.
'We love you, too,' Aiden said.
He looked at Seth with a grin on his face, shrugging his shoulders when he saw his uncharacteristic display of emotion had surprised him.
'Well, I figured she should know.'
'I know,' she said.
When Seth turned to her about to repeat Aiden's words and for once, Seth didn't feel the need to add anything at all.
He couldn't wait to take her back to the ranch and show her their home. He didn't know how long they'd have with her until the music bug bit again, but he knew he and Aiden wouldn't want her to be anywhere else until it did.
Epilogue
'Ladies and Gentlemen, please give it up for Misty Tucker!'
Misty walked out into the spotlight on the stage, pleased to see most of the guests decided to take advantage of the show. The Rusty Skillet looked to be filled to capacity. In the three months it had been open, she'd never seen so many people crammed inside.
'Hi, everyone and welcome to the show.'
She picked up her guitar and launched into a tune the crowd should have been familiar with, one of her own compositions. By rights, the song belonged to Aiden and Seth, yet they had no objections when one of the biggest country acts around asked if they could record it and it topped the charts a few weeks later. The money had sure come in useful, especially during the conversion of the barn into what was now a cabaret bar.
One song blended seamlessly into the other, all of them written by her. She didn't perform other people's music anymore, preferring to see a crowd react to something she could actually take credit for.
A commotion at the doorway drew her attention, and she smiled. She recognized the cowboys who had just walked in. She watched them walk across the room and she knew nobody else in the world moved like the tall, dark one. And the fact he had a slightly shorter, but no less impressive, blond man following him, meant they could only be the two men she knew she would never leave again---Aiden Black and Seth Orton.
Misty tingled at the sexy smile Seth threw her way and the promise in Aiden's blue eyes. This would be an extra-special night among a year of special nights, the anniversary of the day when she finally found her true home and became the woman she'd been born to be.
When the time came for her encore she chose a song she already played, sure the crowd wouldn't really mind hearing it again. Besides, there was only one song she ever wanted to sing, one she'd written for the men she loved---a ballad for her cowboys.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live in a beautiful part of the Southwest of England with my fiancé of 15 years and our dog. We have our own small business which allows me to work from home and leaves plenty of free time for my hobbies. My first experience of writing was creating what is known as 'fan fiction' on the Internet forum of one of my favorite artists. Lots of my readers gave me really positive feedback and encouraged me to write more and take things further. Without them, I would never have had the confidence to submit a manuscript. I enjoy the process of writing and creating characters I would like to meet and situations I would love to be in.
Please visit me at www.luxieryder.com
Also by Luxie Ryder
For One Night Only
For The Love of Jake
Midnight Cowboys 1: Midnight Rodeo
Midnight Cowboys 2: Two Cowboys for Christie
Midnight Cowboys 3: Three for the Rodeo
Mama's Charm
The Cowboys and the English Teacher
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