Two Cowboys for Cady

  Amourisa Press and Kit Tunstall reserve all rights to TWO COWBOYS FOR CADY. This work may not be shared or reproduced in any fashion without permission of the publisher and/or author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

  © Kit Tunstall, 2013

  Smashwords Edition

  After yet another heartbreak, newly dumped plus-size Cady finds herself at the local bar, where the two objects of her naughtiest fantasies just happen to hang out. When she confesses her boyfriend has been cheating and admits she can’t blame him for picking a slim young chick over her, Jace and Brody make it clear they both desire her. Cady finds herself with the tempting, and awkward, choice between the two cowboys who are both offering her a night of incredible passion. Unable to choose between them, she selects both. To her shock, awe, and amazing satisfaction, the men have no problem fulfilling her threesome fantasy. Morning-after regrets can quickly set in, leaving more questions than answers and a huge dose of regret. After all, where can a threesome lead, except to the bedroom? There’s no future in a relationship with two men…or is there?

  Chapter One

  Cady entered Maverick’s, still not sure why she’d chosen to come to the bar. She’d find no genuine relief from her emotions in the bottom of a pint of beer, but damned if she could think of a better idea right then. At least the place was quiet on a Wednesday night. It was still weird to be in the small bar by herself. The few times per year she ventured out to drink, she was always with her best friend. Since Ella was two thousand miles away, meeting Mr. Right in person after a three-month online relationship, she couldn’t just call her up and invite her to come along while Cady drowned her sorrows.

  She took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer from the bartender. Sam set a frosty mug in front of her within seconds, and she drained half the contents in one swallow. With a small cough, she returned the mug to the bar and blinked as her head started feeling fuzzy. Yeah, smart move to down the drink like a sorority girl when she hadn’t cracked a bottle in months. Not since she’d started dating that worthless bum. She snorted, thinking how she’d entirely given up drinking to support his sobriety. He’d sure abandoned being sober fast enough—almost as fast as he’d deserted her.

  “Cady?”

  She looked up from the amber liquid at the sound of a familiar voice, one that instantly recalled forbidden fantasies of the panty-dampening variety. A lump settled briefly in her throat, forcing her to swallow it down before she could reply. “Hello, Jace.” A glance over her shoulder revealed Brody sitting at a table across the room. No surprise there. The best friends rarely went anywhere alone.

  “How’s it going?”

  Ah, tell the truth or pretend to be just hunky dory? She settled for a shrug. “How’re you?”

  “Just having a drink. Wouldn’t have expected to see you here.”

  Cady shrugged again. “Not without Ella, anyway.”

  “Or without Garrett.” Jace quickly lifted a work-roughened palm. “Not that he spends any time at Maverick’s these days.”

  She tossed back the rest of her beer, this time not choking, though the swimmy-headed feeling persisted. “I don’t much care where he spends his time, Jace.”

  Jace frowned. “Why don’t you join us, Cady?”

  She contemplated the idea for a second. Yeah, why not? Jace was the older brother of her best friend, and there was no harm sitting with him and Brody. Neither man knew about her secret thoughts and fantasies that featured both of them doing wicked things to her body. Being in the company of two luscious cowboys just might improve her mood anyway. “Sam, another beer for the road,” she said with a smile. “I’m taking my act over there.”

  Swaying, she stood still for a minute after gaining her feet, ignoring the hand Jace extended to brace her. A brief image of that same hand moving over her bare skin made her shiver, but she pushed aside the thought. A man like Jace wouldn’t look twice at her. Once steady, she followed him over to the small table, nodding to Brody. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you?”

  Brody shook his head as he removed his Stetson to reveal tousled blond curls. “Of course not. How you been, Cady-did?”

  She managed a small smile at the old term of endearment. He hadn’t used it for several years. “Peachy.”

  Jace pulled out her seat, and she sat down with a murmured, “Thank you,” thinking she must be pretty pathetic in her current state, since they were going out of their way to be so kind. Not that Brody and Jace would ever deliberately hurt anyone, but they generally saved their charm for the fillies they pursued on their free weekends. The slender, confident blondes with big boobs. Cady’s antithesis. She had long ago accepted they would never reciprocate her unspoken desire, but that didn’t keep her from the occasional moment of bitterness. And tonight was a night meant for wallowing in bitterness.

  Sam ferried another round to their table, setting her mug and two bottles down on the worn wood before returning to the bar. Cady resisted the urge to chug this one too, knowing getting drunk and making a fool of herself would do absolutely nothing to soothe her erratic emotions.

  “Where’s Garrett?” asked Brody.

  “Not a good subject,” said Jace just before Cady replied.

  She gave Brody a bright smile. “I can’t be sure, but I imagine he’s still fucking the hot little number he had tucked into his bed when I stopped by a while ago. They were halfway through an orgasm and a bottle of wine when I popped in.” Cady’s rage boiled to the surface again, as she relived the shock of it all. At least she’d had the satisfaction of dumping that bottle of red wine all over his pristine white sofa before she’d stormed out. It was small consolation to offset the sickening reality that she had devoted the last seven months of her life to a lying jerk.

  Green eyes locked with blue as Jace and Brody traded a look she couldn’t decipher. “You caught him, Cady-did?”

  She nodded. “Walked right in. He’d blown off dinner, claiming to have a headache, so I dropped by with his favorite from Soda’s Diner.” With a sigh, she said, “I kind of think he wanted me to find him like that, so he didn’t have to be a man and tell me.”

  “Garrett is no kind of man,” said Jace with a grimace.

  “Who can blame him?” she said with a note of defeat. “He was offered a hot young body. Who wouldn’t go for it, especially when I’m the alternative?”

  “Any man who had you would be a fool to ‘go for it’.” Brody looked disgusted.

  Cady arched a brow. “Yeah, sure. What’s not to love?” She snorted. “Who couldn’t resist my mousy-brown hair? Or maybe my fat rolls are enticing.” Shaking her head, she said, “It was inevitable that he’d move on, just like every other man I’ve ever been with.” Maybe she was being too hard on herself, but it felt more like she was being honest with herself for the first time in a long time. What man would want a thirty-year-old woman wearing a size twenty-two, with lanky brown hair, when he could have a chick still in her early twenties, with pert breasts, a tiny waist, and what had appeared to be a mouth that rivaled the sucking capacity of a Hoover?

  “Garrett Long is a fucking moron,” said Jace, slamming his bottle onto the table with such force that the uneven legs wobbled. “He was lucky enough to have you and threw it away.”

  Cady sipped her beer, finding her eyes tearing over from his words more than what she’d been through earlier tonight. “I appreciate the effort.”

  “You make him sound like he’s just talking to hear his own voice,” said Brody.

  She blinked. “Nothing like that, but I know platitudes when I hear ‘em. I truly do appreciate the effort, guys, but there’s no need. I’m being realistic here.”


  “You’re being an idiot,” said Brody.

  Cady gasped. “What?”

  “You’re letting that bastard off the hook for his behavior by blaming yourself. He was a damned fool to hurt you, and to choose some piece of ass over substance.” He leaned across the table, until their faces were inches apart. “Any man would be a fool to pass up a chance to be with you, Cady-did.”

  Eyes wide, she distracted herself from the sudden tension by taking another drink of the beer. “Um, okay.”

  Jace sighed. “She doesn’t believe you, Brody.”

  “No, she doesn’t.”

  Cady didn’t protest. How could she? They were being sweet, but she knew they were lying through their teeth, just like every man she’d known. At least their lies came from a place of concern.

  She glanced up to see them sharing another look. This one was also difficult to decipher. They’d been friends practically since birth, so it was no surprise they were so good at nonverbal communication. She watched them trade a nod before they both turned back to her, eyeing her with an intensity that made her squirm.

  “We’re going to prove it to 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 flings,” said Jace. “You don’t do that to someone special.”

  “You do if she wants it as much as you do,” said Brody, prompting the men to share another long glance.

  Cady clutched her empty mug, but didn’t say anything. It was suddenly impossible to speak as it sank in that Jace and Brody were actually serious. They both wanted her, and they were debating about whether to accept her invitation for a threesome. What the hell were they thinking? More importantly, what was she thinking? If she had half a brain in her tipsy head, she’d get up and leave, pretending like this had never happened. So why was she glued to her seat?

  Jace’s shoulders slumped slightly. “All right. Lady’s choice it is.” He focused piercing blue eyes on her while reaching for a gray Stetson to cover his short black hair. “Come on, Cady. You’re going home with us tonight.”

  Chapter Two

  Cady sat between them in their truck, too nervous and shocked to actually say anything to break the silence as Jace crested the hill of the long driveway that would take the three of them to Jace and Brody’s ranch house. Even as the truck stopped, and she slid out the passenger side after Jace, she couldn’t truly believe she was here, about to sleep with both of these men at the same time.

  Still silent, Cady followed the two men up to their door, waiting as Brody unlocked the door of the modest ranch house. She’d been inside a few times with Ella, but never past the kitchen or living room. Imagining their bedrooms had her stomach fluttering.

  “Do you want anything to drink?” asked Jace.

  She shook her head, finding it impossible to speak.

  Brody took her jacket and purse without asking, hanging them on the coat rack just inside the living room. To her surprise, Jace took her hand to lead her inside the room, instead of heading down the hallway to the bedrooms. “I thought—” She broke off as he sat on the overstuffed black couch before pulling her down beside him.

  “What?” asked Brody. “You thought we’d just jump on you?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

  “We’re no experts either,” said Jace. “Why don’t we all just relax and let whatever happens happen?”

  With a nod, she leaned back against the couch, letting herself sink into the softness. She couldn’t help jumping just a bit when Brody sat down on her other side, both men pressing close to her. It was hard to draw a breath with them so close, but she couldn’t decide if it was from a bit of claustrophobia or just excitement.

  Almost as one, the men kicked off their cowboy boots to prop their feet on the solid wood coffee table, made from the trunk of a large tree. Following suit, she slipped off her sneakers and put her feet up, finding her ankles just barely rested on the edge, since her legs were a lot shorter than either of theirs.

  Jace turned on the television, bypassing the news in favor
of a music channel playing mellow jazz. Cady closed her eyes, concentrating on breathing to calm her overwrought nerves. Jace slid his arm around her to drape across her lower back, and Brody’s arm went across her shoulders. Eyes still closed, she put a tentative hand on each of their thighs.

  Hands stroked her arms, but she kept her eyes closed, having no need to identify which hand belonged to whom. Jace was on her left, and Brody on her right. Instead, she concentrated on remaining relaxed and fully embracing what they were doing to her. There would never be another opportunity like this, and she wanted to immerse herself completely in the two men.

  Someone stroked her belly, and she struggled not to stiffen or push away the hand. Jace and Brody didn’t seem to mind her extra pounds, and her own insecurity could screw up everything if she let it. With a sigh, she surrendered to the fingers unbuttoning her shirt, leaning back a bit more as warm digits glided over the soft skin revealed by the parting cotton. It was impossible not to tense up when those same fingers moved higher to unfasten the buttons covering her sensible bra, though the reaction was from anticipation, not anxiety.

  Working as one, the men stripped the shirt from her, leaving it bunched behind Cady. A hand she tentatively identified as belonging to Jace moved up her back to undo the hooks of her bra, and the lace drooped a second later. She didn’t resist the hands easing the straps off her shoulders, leaving her topless.

  Lips brushed against her neck, and she bent her head to allow freer access, sighing as Brody nibbled at the bend of her neck. Jace captured the sigh with his lips as he took possession of her mouth, inducing a deep kiss that left her head spinning more than the two beers she’d consume earlier. She parted her lips to accept his tongue, finding he tasted of beer and peppermint. It was a strange combination, but not unpleasant, as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.

  Brody continued nibbling her flesh as he moved lower, sweeping down her neck to her chest. Cady trembled as his lips neared her breast, while Jace deepened the kiss, exploring all the niches of her mouth as his friend’s mouth skimmed the curve of her breast, homing in on the nipple. She whimpered at the first light touch of moisture against her rigid peak. Her nails dug into their thighs in an effort to keep from uttering a lusty groan when he enveloped the taut bud, slowly twirling his tongue around in a circular fashion designed to drive her mad.