Two Cowboys for Cady by Kit Tunstall Page B

you. So, pick
one.”
    In the midst of another sip, she choked. Once
the burning sensation cleared her throat, she swiped at her
watering eyes. “What?”
    “Pick one,” said Jace again. “Me or Brody.
Who’s it going to be?”
    “Which one of us is the lucky son of a bitch
who gets to show you just how pleased either of us would be to have
a shot with you, Cady-did?” said Brody.
    Cady’s mind raced as she mentally reviewed
the last few minutes, frantically searching for a way to let them
off the hook. “Seriously, you guys are taking this chivalry stuff
too far. It’s nice of you—”
    “Fuck nice,” said Brody. “There’re a lot of
things I want to do to that luscious body of yours, Cady, and none
of them are what you’d call nice.”
    She swallowed audibly. “There’s no need for
this. Honestly.”
    “Honestly, we want to fuck you ‘til you can’t
move, Cady,” said Jace in a sensual purr. “We’ve wanted to for a
long time.”
    “I don’t know how many times we’ve talked
about it,” added Brody.
    Jace shook his head. “But you’re Ella’s best
friend. She’s my sister—”
    “And Ella’s like my sis,” inserted Brody.
    “So that made you off limits.”
    “What’s changed?” she managed to ask through
her dry throat.
    “I’m suddenly not too concerned about
limits,” said Jace. “I’m too preoccupied with the idea of snapping
you up, now that you’re free again, before some other loser comes
along and steals my girl. Again.”
    “Hold up, buddy. She could end up being my
girl.”
    Jace nodded. “That’s possible. If it happens,
I’ll withdraw the loser part, but I still won’t be too happy if she
picks you over me.”
    Cady evaluated them as they bantered back and
forth, judging their sincerity, and finding she didn’t doubt them.
Not much anyway. Could they really be serious? Could these two
hotties really want a tumble with her between the sheets? It seemed
fantastical, though she’d never known either man to be less than
honest in his dealings.
    Maybe it was the second beer, or perhaps it
was just a desire to shock them as much as they’d shocked her, but
Cady decided to call their bluff. “Okay, let’s say I believe
you.”
    “You’d damned well better,” said Brody.
    “Let’s just say I believe you’ve secretly
lusted after my chubby body for years,” she said, ignoring his
interruption. “How’s a girl supposed to choose between you?”
    Jace and Brody both shrugged, a motion so
similar it made them look more like brothers than friends. “That’s
your problem, Cady-did.”
    “If it’s really my choice, I pick both of
you.” Cady giggled at the way their mouths gaped open, waiting for
them to backpedal now, to say they’d had too much to drink, or
whatever.
    Jace cleared his throat. “Um, how exactly do
you envision that sort of thing working, Cady? Tonight with me and
tomorrow with Brody?”
    “Fuck that,” said Brody. “She’s coming home
with me tonight. You can have her tomorrow.”
    “You live in the same house,” said Cady,
getting a kick out of the whole situation. “I’d be going home with
both of you either way.”
    “True enough. So, you planning to be with me
tonight and just visit Jace tomorrow night?”
    She shook her head. “You two always seem like
a pair. You’re always together. I don’t think I could wrap my mind
around the idea of separating you, or picking one of you over the
other. It has to be both of you.” She took another drink of beer,
finishing the last of the second mug. “If it really is my choice, I
mean.” Cady held her breath as they looked at each other, wondering
what they’d say next. Surely, they’d put a stop to this farce now.
Right? A hint of desperation tugged at her, but she wasn’t sure if
she was desperate to get them to recant or to have them accept her
unorthodox proposition.
    “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time we
shared a woman,” admitted Brody.
    “But those were casual