“This is if she goes for the two of us,” Beau said. “Last night, she couldn’t get rid of us fast enough.”
“Last night we were nothing but drama and trouble to her. By the time we’re finished, she’s going to know she wants to be in the middle of a trouble sandwich.”
Chapter Two
Connie headed into town to enjoy the fair the following week. She’d closed up the bar, which she always did this time of year. The idea for the fair was for all the tourists to get a taste of what people had to offer. With her closing her bar, they were more inclined to go to the fair than hang out at the bar. She also got a short time off where she could eat and have a good time and a little fun herself.
Ever since she’d kicked Scott and Beau out, she’d been having a lot of regrets. They were good guys, nice. Neither of them had turned up and as much as she hated to admit it, she missed them.
She wasn’t going to be that woman though, the one to come between friends.
Tucking brown hair behind her ear, she knew she should have put her hair in a ponytail or something. The long strands were only going to annoy her. The white ankle-length skirt she wore with a flower pattern and white crop top stood out against her ink, which could be seen underneath all the white.
Folding her arms, she walked from stall to stall. She wasn’t hungry yet and would wait until later for some food.
She stopped toward the open field where the town cheerleaders were doing their routine. They would randomly do that throughout the day, giving tourists the chance to watch them. They loved the attention. After one certain flip from six of them, she clapped her hands. Watching the full routine was far too stressful for her as she always worried one of them would end up with a broken neck or something.
After an hour of walking around, she came to a stop, only to see Beau and Scott up ahead.
Pressing her lips together, she didn’t want to avoid them exactly, but it seemed wrong to her to seek them out. Seeing no other way to handle it, she forced a smile to her lips and approached them. “Hey,” she said. Her nerves were back in place.
“Hello, beautiful,” Beau said.
Both men were dressed in jeans and tight shirts, showing off their impressive, rock-hard bodies.
Scott didn’t say anything. His gaze was on her and she didn’t know what to say.
“I better go.” This was pointless and embarrassing. How did she expect them to want to talk to her when she’d shot them both down?
Scott grabbed her arm. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”
She really shouldn’t like his touch. He tugged her close. The grip he had on her arm wasn’t painful. She tilted her head back, looking at him. “I think it’s best if I do.”
To make matters worse, Beau moved in close, his body heat touching hers.
“Now look at this,” he said. “Doesn’t this feel nice?”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Scott said.
“You’re both talking in riddles and I don’t know what either of you are implying.”
Her body heated at their closeness. They were both sexy, both too powerful to deny them. Damn it, did she even want to?
This wasn’t fair. Glancing around the fairgrounds, she saw no one paid them any attention. They were just a couple of friends having a bit of fun.
Beau ran his fingers down her arms.
She gasped.
He leaned forward. Scott hadn’t let her go either. Beau’s lips danced across her neck.
She didn’t make a move to pull away or ignore the closeness. What was the point? She’d missed them.
This is wrong.
You know it’s wrong.
Tell them to back off.
She opened her mouth, about to give them a piece of her mind, only coming up blank. There were no words to attack them with. Why did she even want them to back off? She liked them, a hell of a lot.
Beau’s lips brushed her ear.
“Her nipples are nice and hard,” Scott said.
If it was even possible, he seemed to get closer.
“I bet they are,” Beau said. “Our woman, she doesn’t want to come between us, but what if we want her to come between us?”
The way he emphasized the word come, it wasn’t about breaking up a friendship, no, he meant an orgasm.
“I think she’s starting to get the gist of what we’re saying.”
She gasped as Scott spun her around. His hands rested beneath her breasts.
“What is going on?” she asked.
“Do you want us both to tell you bluntly what’s going on?” Beau asked. “Or can you guess?”
She tried to step back but Scott’s hold on her tightened. She really shouldn’t like how it felt to be in his arms, but she did. Licking her dry lips, she glanced around the fair once again and Beau got closer.
“No, you don’t get to think about what others think or feel. This is about you and what you feel.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Scott shocked her as his hand cupped her tit, his palm grazing over her nipple. “But your body has a different idea.”
She couldn’t deny it. Already her pussy was soaking wet.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“It’s obvious, Connie. We want you. We’re going to find
