horny as a teenager, uncaring who saw them standing like this.
I should stop him now. I should. Oh God, I should…
His hand slid down her belly and slipped open her belt, unbuttoning her jeans, and then his fingers were gliding down the front of her panties. They cupped her mound.
Shocked, she grabbed his wrist to stop him and drew her head back. “That’s…far enough.”
He held still, his hand warming her sex. “Sorry, I pushed.” But he didn’t withdraw, just stood there, his breaths coming fast.
“Your hand…”
“Likes where it is.”
A snort of laughter broke the tension inside her. “Seems we’re at an impasse, cowboy.”
“Let me pleasure you.”
Her breath caught at the slight movement of one of his fingers as it delved into the top of her folds. Without consciously agreeing, she widened her thighs again, making room for him.
Her head fell back against warm metal. “Don’t think I’ll let you do more.”
“I’m not asking for anything in return. Just relax.”
With the stars blanketing the sky behind him, she relented, closing her mind to all her worries, to her embarrassment. His finger teased moisture from her folds and swirled atop her clit. The contrast between his calloused pad and soft, measured motions drew a sigh.
“You’re prettier than you know,” he whispered, leaning a shoulder against the truck to block the view of what he was doing should anyone exit the bar.
She had a hard time forming words to deny his claim. At this moment, she did indeed feel pretty, wholly feminine, as he plied her hardening knot with ever-firming caresses. “I’m older than you.”
“I noticed.”
“Not nice.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Because you don’t have to worry about me thinking there’s more to this?”
He nipped her nose and then her bottom lip. “I like a smart woman, one with experience. I’m not always the smartest guy.”
“You want some woman to take care of you?”
“Same as I’d take care of her. Aren’t I takin’ care of you now?”
She smiled, but his finger pressed hard. Her lips puckered around a sharper breath.
“That too much?”
She shook her head. “More,” she whispered.
When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!
Carnal Compromise
© 2011 Robin L. Rotham
Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.
Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.
AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.
Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.
Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Carnal Compromise:
“She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”
Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really
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