Leah Braemel everyone!!
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Thanks to her cheating ex-husband and her thieving brother, all horse breeder Nikki Kimball has left is a bruised heart, an over-drawn bank account and an empty home. When sex-on-legs Dillon Barnett and his brooding foster-brother Brett Anderson start showing more than just neighborly attention, Nikki is intrigued…and a little gun-shy.
Dillon and Brett have a history; back in high school, the two friends fought a bitter battle over Nikki. Now, ten years later, Brett still longs to be the man in Nikki’s life, but he’s determined to stand back and let Dillon win Nikki’s heart.
Society says Nikki must choose between the two men she loves. Is Nikki strong enough to break all the rules in order to find happiness?
Nikki sucked in a breath at his command. Fantasies were one thing, reality totally different. She couldn’t even picture the mechanics of making love to two men at the same time. She gave up and decided they’d figure it out upstairs. With a shrug, she relaxed and let herself ogle Dillon’s tight behind when he climbed out of the hot tub. The man had the best frickin’ ass of anyone she’d ever seen. She loved clutching it as he pumped into her, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingers.
Dillon grabbed the towels they’d placed there earlier, handing one to Nikki. Before she could take it, Brett reached around and snagged it, snapping it open and wrapping it around her. Her body heated, turned to liquid when he tucked the end into her cleavage, his palm grazing her breast, drawing her nipple into a tight bead. She pressed her thighs together against the ache starting deep inside as she imagined what she was about to do.
Dillon toweled himself off then tossed his to Brett. As Brett dried himself, Dillon opened the door and led Nikki into the house. The air conditioned air had goosebumps forming on her skin. He smiled and flicked one of her nipples poking against the terrycloth. After Brett’s earlier contact, that simple touch had her shaking.
He must have seen it as his eyes burned into her, and his voice grated in need. “Let’s get you upstairs and dried off.”
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I had a lot of fun doing research for this–including asking a friend of mine some background details about having sex in the tack room, LOL. (I sure hope the NSA had a laugh if they overheard this exchange.)
Leah: What marks would a saddle leave if the heroine were pressed over one sideways?
Sue: is she leaning forward over the saddle while he takes her from behind?
Leah: Yup (Does Sue know me or what?!!!)
Sue: LOL! ok. English or western tack?
Sue: leaning over it sideways, even the best of saddles is going to be pretty painful, and probably leave a lot of damage… Bruised boobies from the swell and cantle. probably cuts/deep scrapes from the conches and even from the edges of the leather. her belly would be bruised from the edge of the leather at the bottom of the jockey. It’s thick, heavy leather – for a western saddle, even if it’s well made and soft, it’s not designed to be comfortable from that direction.
Leah: (thinking this but not sending it to Sue) Ouch. That doesn’t sound sexy. I think I may need to re-choreograph this scene.
Sue: if they drop their pants anywhere near the hay, they’ll be picking hay stems out of their cracks for hours. I promise….
Leah starts snickering.
Sue: It would be very awkward and entertaining.
Sue: If the saddles are on free standing racks/stands, if the sex is rough, they’re likely to push it over. LOL. *ahem*
Leah’s snickering changes to chuckles as she ponders how exactly Sue might have determined this bit of trivia
Sue: OH! barn cats. if she has a barn cat, it will be rubbing between their legs. dogs, goats, horses… everything will watch, or be staring eagerly at the door when they finally walk out.
So did they end up doing it over the saddle? Well, you’d have to read Texas Tangle to find out.
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