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Authors: Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Bliss Devlin, Lily Thorn, Kit Tunstall, Meg Watson, Marie Carnay, Misha Carver, Cara Wylde, Connie Cliff, Lana Walch, Auriella Skye, Desirae Grove
and was finally feeling better when Jake's insulted ass stumbled upon us in the parking lot.
    I wondered how long he'd been there, watching, filming, and I just started fuming hotter sitting here in the truck after they guys left me to go after Jake.
    It didn't take long for my rage to reach a boiling point, so I got out of the truck and followed the excited stragglers looking for the fight they heard was out back.
    It felt so damn good to announce to the world what kind of a cowboy Jake really was, even if there was only a couple dozen people out back to announce it to.
    I knew how it worked out here in the country.
    Everything I said would be folded and stretched, pulled like warm taffy in the retelling that would go on in the next few days.
    The story would grow legs, and soon would become just a shadow of its real self.
    If I could just get that damn phone, there would be no proof.
    Even if Jake yelled from the rooftops that he'd actually seen me fucking Adam and Scott, no one would believe him.
    I'd add to the story myself, saying that I'd heard that he'd caught me fucking Adam, Scott, the local preacher, and one of the rodeo's prized stallions, and everyone would laugh, and no one would pay any mind to a damn thing Jake ever said again.
    That was my intent when I turned that corner yelling my fool head off at Jake.
    Never in a million years did I think he'd turn on Scott and Adam, attacking them both in some kind of rage and alcohol-filled jealous fit.
    But damn if it wasn't sexy as all hell to watch.
    I could tell that the brothers were holding back, and that somehow added to the sexiness.
    I knew they could make minced meat out of Jake, and I knew that they knew they could make minced meat out of Jake, and I knew that they really, really wanted to. And yet they still held back. They knew it wasn't a fair fight, and they acted accordingly.
    Every time Jake would pivot and go after one brother, the other would stand down, letting the brother in Jake's sights at that moment tend to him.
    They gave Jake a run for his money, getting their fair share of licks in, but they let Jake tire himself out and basically make a fool of himself, while figuratively standing there with one hand tied behind each of their sexy, muscular, honorable backs.
    Jake was tiring, and bloody, and I could tell that the fight was winding down.
    Scott had Jake in a bear hug, rolling his eyes at the larger crowd over Jake's head as Jake continued to thrash around and send wild, half-hearted punches toward Scott's kidneys when Adam stepped forward and pulled Jake's phone out of his pocket as he thrashed.
    Any minute now I expected Jake to give up, or fall over, but I think he was running on pure pride at this point, when the crowd parted yet again.
    "What in the sam hill is going on back here?"
    Leave it to my dad to appear out of fucking nowhere, again.
    "Someone inside said that Adam and Scott were back here beating the shit out of Jake, but I wouldn't believe it. Not until I saw it with my own eyes. What the hell is going on, Grace?"
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