Free Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel by Cat Johnson Page B

together. But she could also imagine Mustang braced above her while staring into her eyes as she got lost in his ever present smile.
    It would be an impossible choice, but judging by the way Mustang kept inviting her back to their trailer so the three of them could all get comfortable, she obviously wouldn’t need to make a choice if she didn’t want to. As she had lay in bed the night before, hot and bothered and picturing the two cowboys, there had been many scenarios running through her head where she didn’t choose. Her sleep had been crappy but her fantasies had been pretty damned good.
    Normal, average, borderline boring suburban women didn’t have a ménage a trois with cowboys they barely knew and would never see again. Did they? On the other hand, she was thirty-five and single, and very capable of making her own decisions.
    Swallowing hard, Jenna tried to ignore, not for the first time that day, the dampness soaking her panties. She glanced at her flushed reflection in the room’s full-length mirror, second guessing leaving her hair down for the evening, or more accurately, why she’d left it loose. She’d wanted to look sexier for the two cowboys who were only supposed to help her with the bull riding facts. Little had she known they’d be inspiring her sexual fantasies instead.
    Jenna studied her reflection harder. She’d chosen a black, knee-length, knit dress that looked surprisingly good when she’d tried it on with bare legs and her black cowboy boots.
    What if she did have sex with them both? Who would it hurt? As Jenna grabbed her bag with her notes and wallet she knew the answer to that question. She could get hurt, that’s who. But damn, her body, which had already started to get excited at the thought of seeing the two again, didn’t seem to care about that.
    ———
    At the arena, Jenna stepped up to the window, wallet in hand. There wasn’t much of a line because apparently, everyone else had purchased their tickets in advance and had gone straight in.
    “One ticket please.”
    The young woman behind the glass looked at her closely. “Hey, your name doesn’t happen to be Jenna Block, does it?”
    Taken aback, Jenna nodded. “Yes, it is.”
    The girl slid an envelope beneath the partition. “This ticket was left for you.”
    “Um. Okay. Thanks.”
    Things got even stranger when she showed the ticket to the guy at the door. If his raised brow and the amused look that took her in from head to toe didn’t alert her that something was off, the fact the man directed her right up to the front row of seats directly behind the bucking chutes did.
    She sat and looked around. From there, she would be able to count the hairs on the bulls’ backs.
    “Hey, you made it.”
    Jenna narrowed her eyes at Mustang as he swung up onto the railing to be eyelevel with her. “You left me that ticket, didn’t you?”
    “I sure did. Great seats, huh?”
    “Yeah, but I’m thinking this is the special bimbo bull rider groupie section.”
    “Shh. Keep your voice down. The woman sitting two seats over is the wife of the number one rider in the world. But, actually, I think she’s Brazilian and can’t speak English so I guess she didn’t understand you anyway.”
    Jenna crossed her arms. “And tube top girl next to her?”
    Mustang grinned. “All right, she may be a bit of a bimbo, but she’s the girlfriend of one of the rookies. He’s young and doesn’t know any better. He’ll learn you don’t have to fall in love with every girl you f…um, sleep with. And stop frowning at me. I thought you’d like being up close to the chutes so you can take your little notes.”
    “Not if it’s going to make everyone think I’m sleeping with you,” Jenna hissed.
    She noted that Mustang couldn’t control his grin at her merely mentioning sleeping with him. “Ah, so that’s the problem. Maybe this will help. I have never ever in my entire riding career left a VIP ticket for any woman I’ve had sex