seductive man, and what had he done with her husband? She couldn’t be more pleased with her plan.
"Are we almost there?"
"Hell, yes." Packer spun them into the parking lot of the hotel, finding them a place to leave the truck.
They tumbled out of the truck, Adrian stealing a hard kiss as he helped her out of the truck. Packer pressed up behind her for a few seconds, rubbing against her ass nice and hard. God, they felt amazing. Pure sex.
"Inside." They staggered a little on the way in, and she knew everyone would think they'd been drinking.
"Y'all celebrating?" A little red-headed cowboy with a stacked, Bettie Page-looking lady waved at them.
"You know it, Cotton. You have a good one, mate." Packer waved, but kept on going.
She heard a soft giggle, but it didn't matter. Adrian's hand was on her lower back, fingers circling and making her gasp. When they got into the elevator, she stepped away. "Ades, that's making me crazy."
And wet.
"Mmmhmm. And this is bad?"
Packer took over, touching her feather-light. "This, you mean?"
"Hey!" Her back arched, nipples aching where they brushed her dress.
"I never play fair, love. Come on, Chook. Let's go make her crazy."
The elevator door opened and they headed for the hotel room. She'd brought her bags up this afternoon, let her single room go. They got her inside the door, got it closed and locked, Adrian joking about how Cotton might tell someone else with a C name and that could be bad...
"Do you two have another girl who's going to be jealous, now?" That thought hurt a little bit, okay, maybe more than a little bit, but she didn't let it show.
"Nah, love. He was saying Kynan might try to bust in and catch us in the act. That's a boy. And we're not fucking him."
Adrian shuddered. "Oh, mate. Way to ruin the mood."
She bent over, slipped out of her heels. The action had her mouth near Adrian's cock, ass bumping Packer's leg. "Three is enough."
"Three is good." The zipper at the side of her dress let go, and the boys pulled it off her when she straightened. That left her in stockings, garter, and a tiny G-string, hair up, and feeling incredibly naked.
Adrian stared at her, licking his lips, eyes hot as fire. "Baby..."
She flushed dark, then Packer's finger stroked the top of her panties, tracing her shaved mound, and she thought she was going to die.
"You're a wet dream, love." Packer moved closer, his finger moving the scrap of lace aside. He kissed the skin just below her ear.
She went up on tiptoe, rocking slowly. "Oh, damn."
"Mmmhmm. Ah-ah-ah, Chook. You have to call room service. Hands to yourself,” Pack reminded Adrian.
Oh, that was mean. Hot, but mean. "I need chocolate and coffee, Ades." She met Packer's eyes, winked.
"And Pack will want fruit." Adrian grinned, obviously willing to play along for now. She wondered how hard Packer intended to push.
"And it'll be cheesecake for you." She knew him, at least she hoped so.
"It will." Adrian got the menu and called, and Packer took advantage of the distraction, pulling Calleigh close for a kiss. His clothes rasped all along her body, making her gasp, groan, her nipples sliding against him.
His hands felt just as rough, his calluses catching on her garter. He was as tall as Adrian, maybe taller, which was big for a bullrider. His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her, just a little bit, his jeans rubbing against her.
"Such soft skin."
"You're not soft." Her hands landed on his shoulders, and that moved her nipples against Packer's shirt again.
"Nope. I'm hard as can be for you, luv." She could feel him, even through his jeans.
"Kiss me again?" She was feeling the barest bit buzzed.
"I can do that." Packer kissed her again, and before it was done Adrian was pressing against her from the other side.
Adrian's fingers met Packer's, squeezed them, then slid down her thighs, stroking her through the stockings. They were driving her crazy already, and she still had no access to skin. That just wasn't fair.
"Are we almost there?"
"Hell, yes." Packer spun them into the parking lot of the hotel, finding them a place to leave the truck.
They tumbled out of the truck, Adrian stealing a hard kiss as he helped her out of the truck. Packer pressed up behind her for a few seconds, rubbing against her ass nice and hard. God, they felt amazing. Pure sex.
"Inside." They staggered a little on the way in, and she knew everyone would think they'd been drinking.
"Y'all celebrating?" A little red-headed cowboy with a stacked, Bettie Page-looking lady waved at them.
"You know it, Cotton. You have a good one, mate." Packer waved, but kept on going.
She heard a soft giggle, but it didn't matter. Adrian's hand was on her lower back, fingers circling and making her gasp. When they got into the elevator, she stepped away. "Ades, that's making me crazy."
And wet.
"Mmmhmm. And this is bad?"
Packer took over, touching her feather-light. "This, you mean?"
"Hey!" Her back arched, nipples aching where they brushed her dress.
"I never play fair, love. Come on, Chook. Let's go make her crazy."
The elevator door opened and they headed for the hotel room. She'd brought her bags up this afternoon, let her single room go. They got her inside the door, got it closed and locked, Adrian joking about how Cotton might tell someone else with a C name and that could be bad...
"Do you two have another girl who's going to be jealous, now?" That thought hurt a little bit, okay, maybe more than a little bit, but she didn't let it show.
"Nah, love. He was saying Kynan might try to bust in and catch us in the act. That's a boy. And we're not fucking him."
Adrian shuddered. "Oh, mate. Way to ruin the mood."
She bent over, slipped out of her heels. The action had her mouth near Adrian's cock, ass bumping Packer's leg. "Three is enough."
"Three is good." The zipper at the side of her dress let go, and the boys pulled it off her when she straightened. That left her in stockings, garter, and a tiny G-string, hair up, and feeling incredibly naked.
Adrian stared at her, licking his lips, eyes hot as fire. "Baby..."
She flushed dark, then Packer's finger stroked the top of her panties, tracing her shaved mound, and she thought she was going to die.
"You're a wet dream, love." Packer moved closer, his finger moving the scrap of lace aside. He kissed the skin just below her ear.
She went up on tiptoe, rocking slowly. "Oh, damn."
"Mmmhmm. Ah-ah-ah, Chook. You have to call room service. Hands to yourself,” Pack reminded Adrian.
Oh, that was mean. Hot, but mean. "I need chocolate and coffee, Ades." She met Packer's eyes, winked.
"And Pack will want fruit." Adrian grinned, obviously willing to play along for now. She wondered how hard Packer intended to push.
"And it'll be cheesecake for you." She knew him, at least she hoped so.
"It will." Adrian got the menu and called, and Packer took advantage of the distraction, pulling Calleigh close for a kiss. His clothes rasped all along her body, making her gasp, groan, her nipples sliding against him.
His hands felt just as rough, his calluses catching on her garter. He was as tall as Adrian, maybe taller, which was big for a bullrider. His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her, just a little bit, his jeans rubbing against her.
"Such soft skin."
"You're not soft." Her hands landed on his shoulders, and that moved her nipples against Packer's shirt again.
"Nope. I'm hard as can be for you, luv." She could feel him, even through his jeans.
"Kiss me again?" She was feeling the barest bit buzzed.
"I can do that." Packer kissed her again, and before it was done Adrian was pressing against her from the other side.
Adrian's fingers met Packer's, squeezed them, then slid down her thighs, stroking her through the stockings. They were driving her crazy already, and she still had no access to skin. That just wasn't fair.
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