That broke me out of my embarrassment. I pulled my hands away and narrowed my gaze. “God, you are so crude. I need to get back to Cara,” I whispered.
“Cara Smythe?” Jack asked. “Yeah, she and her men left.”
“What?” My eyes widened. “They… they left?”
Jack brushed my hair back from my face. “They must have thought you were in good hands.”
“Yeah, mine,” Sam said, stroking the backs of his fingers down my arm. I swatted it away.
“You just started a little early,” Jack added. Why did they have to stand so close? “See, sweetheart, I've been looking all over town for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. He'd been looking for me?
Sam stepped back and Jack moved in close, pressing against me. I felt every hard inch of him, just as I had Sam when he first tugged me into the dead-end of the hallway. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah. If you want monkey sex, I'm the one for the job.”
“Monkey—” I gasped, then pushed my finger against his chest, remembering what Elaine had written in her messages from the plane. “You read my instant message on my laptop!”
“Sweetheart, your friend wants you to get laid. To fuck a Montana cowboy. I'm the man for the job.”
Sam cleared his throat. “We're the men for the job.”
My mouth fell open, turned my head so I could stare at both of them. Both stunning examples of mankind. “You think I should just hop into bed… with both of you? I've never… I mean it's—”
Jack looked left, then right. “We're in the back hallway at a bar and you just had Sam eat your pussy. Good thing I was here to kiss away all those sounds you make because the entire bar would have known what you were up to otherwise. Besides, you seemed to be just fine with me joining the party.”
I pursed my lips and gave him a glare I hoped would make him retreat.
“Whoa, now that's a look.” Jack stepped back enough so I could take a deep breath.
Sam laughed. “Yeah, making her come was supposed to wind her down a little. Didn't seem to work. That death look, doll, doesn't work on him either. We know what you want. More orgasms. Hell, you need them. Let us give them to you.”
“You know nothing about me,” I countered.
“I know you taste like sugar and that you come like a dream.” Sam lifted his right hand to his mouth, licked one finger, then another. “You're nice and sweet on my fingers.”
My mouth fell open and I almost came right then. He did not just do that.
“Sweetness, I want you to ride me like you did on the plane,” Jack said. “But in my bed and naked.”
“Stop calling me that.” I wasn't sure who I was mad at, them or me. It wasn't their fault I'd lost my head and did that with them. I was mad at myself for giving in to Sam's charms more than anything instead of stabbing him with my four inch heel. Sure, he was hot. Sure, he knew exactly what to do with that tongue of his. That didn't mean I'd just give in, did it?
I stormed past them, down the hall and back into the main bar area, cut right on by and didn't look at anyone—definitely afraid that they'd know what I'd been up to—and out into the parking lot. The sun was just setting over the mountains and the air was softer. Cooler. It felt good on my heated skin.
“You're afraid,” Jack called from behind me and I startled.
I shook my head and stared at the glorious sunset. All I could think about—ridiculous really—was why it wasn't dark at nine o'clock at night and not the fact that I'd just got it on with two men in the back of a bar. My mind was screaming “run, run” but my pussy was saying “more, more.”
“I should have known you'd follo
w me,” I said with a sigh.
“You think we'd let you walk to your car by yourself? I'm not sure what men are like in the big city, but here, a man takes care of his woman.”
I spun on my high heels. “I can take care of myself.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I dared them to disagree.
Sam walked slowly toward me. “I don't doubt that for a minute. But why would you want to?”
Jack moved to stand next to Sam. Some customers came out of the bar and walked to their car and I stayed quiet until their car doors closed.