Free Firecracker by Desiree Holt Page B

involved were
     well satisfied.
    They had been drawn to Dani for some time, not only by her mouthwatering body but
     also her spirit and enjoyment of life. The time, however, had never seemed quite right.
    “Maybe we can take her to the rodeo’s big Fourth of July party tonight,” Brody suggested.
    “And carry on the celebration after that. “ Chad headed down the exit corridor. “Come
     on. Let’s go track her down now.”
     
     
    Dani rode out of the arena, exhilaration pumping through her veins. First place! Lordy,
     she’d wanted this one in the worst way. Although she’d beaten the champ a few times
     in the past couple of years, the best she’d finished in this particular rodeo was
     second. And the Golden Spur held a special place in her heart. It was the first rodeo
     she’d ever competed in and the last one where her dad had watched her before he died.
     She’d wanted to win this one for him as well as herself. Tonight definitely called
     for a celebration. Something extra special.
    Unbidden, images of Chad Bailey and Brody Hunter flashed into her mind. Damn, those
     were two very sexy men, Chad with his golden good looks and broad shoulders, Brody
     as dark as Chad was light and so lean and muscular. They had two things in common,
     however. Both were ultimate alpha males, and both of them set off sparks inside her
     that made every erogenous zone in her body sit up and beg.
    She’d had dinner with them several times over the past couple of years. They were
     always fun to be with and never did one single thing to indicate an interest of a
     sexual nature. But she was sure she saw desire flaring in Chad’s chocolate brown eyes
     and Brody’s black-as-onyx ones.
    Dani had never been in a ménage. Never experienced one, although she’d heard other
     women on the circuit talk about them in discreet tones. She’d read about them in the
     erotic romance novels that were her secret vice, including situations where the arrangement
     became permanent. She didn’t know how she’d wrap her mind around something like that.
     In fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever find one person to settle down with.
    But a threesome for a night? Or two? Tantalizing. Not that she was a sexual novice,
     although her experiences were limited by choice. The last thing she wanted was gossip
     circulating about her. And maintaining a relationship in this environment was damn
     hard work. So, she had a pretty hard-and-fast rule about playtime on the circuit,
     preferring instead to hook up with longtime friends in some of the cities on the tour.
     If any men could change her mind, though, it was Chad and Brody.
    This is the Fourth of July. Don’t I deserve to live up to my name? Enjoy some real
     fireworks?
    She’d known them for a long time, and sometimes she wondered—
    People coming by to congratulate her interrupted her mental wanderings. By the time
     she dismounted and walked Rosie to her stall, well-wishers surrounded her, hugging
     her and shaking her hand. This victory brought with it a special feeling of exhilaration.
     Tonight, at the party, she’d really be celebrating. She finally had her tack removed
     and Rosie brushed down, fed, and watered.
    “We did good today, girl.” She hugged the horse’s head and stroked the soft white
     blaze on her face. Tomorrow, she’d hitch up the trailer and they’d be off to the next
     stop.
    “Great riding today, Firecracker.”
    Chad and Brody stood at the stall door.
    Speak of the devils.
    “Thanks.” She gave her horse a quick kiss. “But I think most of the credit goes to
     Rosie here.” She slipped her arm through the straps of the bridle and lifted the saddle
     from the stall door where she’d stashed it for the moment.
    “How about if we give you a hand there?” Brody offered, taking the saddle from her.
    “I can do it.” She reached to take it back.
    “I know. But my grandma used to say many hands made light work.”
    “Besides,” Chad put in, “how