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Laid. Damn. Sadie really wanted to get laid. It had been months. She’d never suffered this kind of dry spell. She was hitting critical mass and something had to give. She’d been hopeful about tonight…until Oakley and Joel had plopped themselves down next to her at the wedding. From that point on, they’d become her shadows. Fun shadows who brought her drinks, but shadows just the same.

None of the other guys at the reception had dared ask her to dance with Oakley and Joel next to her, looking intimidating.

And possessive.

That word kept drifting back to her. Tonight, they’d sort of claimed her. She wasn’t sure what had changed, but they weren’t playing that touch-and-go game with a healthy dose of proper distance they usually enjoyed. She’d expected to see them tonight, anticipated the teasing, and she’d even planned to dance with each of them a time or two. But other than that, she figured she’d be on her side of the room, scouting out the eligible bachelors, while they charmed the local hotties on the other side. After all, that’s what they always did.

So why had they spent the entire evening attached to her hip, hovering around as if she was theirs? It felt as if they were calling her bluff, forcing her hand.

Or maybe it was just what Joel had said. They didn’t like watching her hook up with losers. She didn’t care for that herself, but what other options did she have? She was tied to Maris. Her dad owned one of the only bars in town, Cruisers. Sure, it was kind of a dive, but it was her dive. She was queen of the bar and when her dad was ready to retire from slinging drinks, it was going to be hers. All hers.

She loved the damn place, with its sticky dance floor, wobbly pool table, and old-fashioned cash register. Every inch of wall space was covered with sports memorabilia that her dad had collected over the years. Joel and his state champion teammates claimed a fairly large section of wall near the bar. She’d catch a glance of seventeen-year-old Joel’s grin as he posed alongside his team with the huge state trophy sitting on the ground in front of them, and she had to force herself to remember that was him. While his face hadn’t changed that much over the years, his body certainly had.

Years spent working on the ranch had honed his body into a Magic Mike paradise in a way football hadn’t. She’d caught glimpses of him and Oakley shirtless whenever she hung out with Lorelie at the ranch. Since her sexual drought had taken hold, she’d actually gone to the ranch a lot more often, just in hopes of seeing their sweaty six-packs, so she would have something nice and juicy to fantasize about while her vibrator took care of the rest.

She jerked when Joel placed his hand on her lower back.

“Sorry, Sadie. Didn’t mean to scare you. The cab’s here.”

Her face was on fire. Unfortunately, it wasn’t embarrassment sending the heat. It was hardcore, somebody fuck me already desires.

She allowed Oakley to take her hand and lead her to the taxi as Joel pressed his palm against her lower back. She caught more than a few sideways glances from people as the three of them left together. God only knew what everyone was thinking.

Actually, Sadie had a pretty good notion what they thought. As she climbed into the cab—Joel and Oakley doing exactly as she’d expected as they trapped her in the middle—she wondered if the dirty-minded people didn’t have a great idea.

Oakley kept hold of her hand, his fingers absentmindedly toying with her rings. Joel leaned closer, his arm draping around her along the backseat. Sadie gave the driver her address, though it was hard to speak with a dry mouth.

They hadn’t been in the cab more than two minutes before the darkness of the night wrapped them up in a cocoon that wasn’t lost on the guys.

Joel’s fingers began to stroke the nape of her neck—dear God, that was one of her favorite erogenous zones—as Oakley’s hand released hers in favor of her knee.

“I like your dress,” Oakley murmured.

She’d wondered when she bought it if it was too short for a fall wedding, but had decided fuck it. She’d liked it because it showed off all the assets she felt like revealing perfectly. She hadn’t cared about the old biddies giving her the hairy eyeball as much as she’d wanted to find a lover for the night.

Instead, she’d snared the wrong two guys.

Or the right two.

Oakley’s hand drifted higher and, because she didn’t have an ounce of self-restraint, she parted her legs in silent invitation.

Neither man missed the movement. Joel turned toward her, his fingers gripping her neck more firmly as he leaned closer to kiss her cheek.

Her eyes drifted closed, savoring the heat from his breath as his lips lingered there, stroking the sensitive skin of her face.

Oakley didn’t hesitate to explore deeper between her legs, his fingers lightly grazing her panties. They were wet, a dead giveaway to her desires, but it wasn’t as if she was pushing them away or protesting. Instead, she slid her hips forward a bit more, making sure Oakley had even better access.

The smart cowboy never missed a beat. Oakley dipped his finger beneath her silky panties and found her clit almost instantly.

Sadie sucked in a loud gasp, then pressed her lips closed tightly. The cab driver’s gaze found hers in the rearview mirror. There was no way she could play off the fact she was currently the cream filling in a cowboy Oreo, so she just winked at the guy.

What the hell did she care what he thought?

She didn’t give two fucks about what she thought either. The champagne had done its job well.

Oakley applied some pressure to her clit and the world shrank down to just that tiny spot. Well, that one and the one Joel was currently sucking on her neck.

Sadie was in serious danger of spontaneously combusting when the cab pulled up to the curb outside her apartment.