Free Brazen (Brazen 1) by Maya Banks Page B

too much damn fun to worry about calling it a night.
    Jasmine shook and shimmied, stomped her feet and clapped her hands in time with the country song the band was playing. More than one man was happy to dance with her. At least three skirted her periphery as she shook her head, hair flying.
    One grasped her hand and spun her around where she collided with the chest of another. She smiled up as the second man put his hands on her shoulders and let them slide down her arms.
    Yet another, too-tall, too-sexy cowboy pressed against her back, rotating his hips into her ass. Sweat beaded her forehead and her breath came heavier. How would it feel to be between Seth and Zane?
    She closed her eyes and imagined for a moment that it was them who surrounded her body. She’d watched them one night. Saw them make love to the same woman. She’d been mesmerized by the sight and had been horribly jealous of the woman whose name she’d never even known. And then there was Mary Jo, town hairdresser. After seeing her between Seth and Zane, Jasmine had never been able to bring herself to go into Mary Jo’s salon.
    She’d wanted it to be her. Already confused by her feelings for both brothers, those interludes had given her a taste of what it would be like to have them both.
    But it wasn’t until she arrived in Paris and had met Cherisse that her secret fantasies had taken a serious flight into reality. Seeing her friend in a polyamorous relationship, a happy, loving situation, had given Jasmine hope that maybe she could love both men and that maybe they could love her in return.
    When she’d told Cherisse about Seth and Zane, Cherisse had laughed and asked her why she was in Paris and not back in Texas.
    As tempted as Jasmine had been to return, she also knew that the time away would do her—and them—good. She needed to spread her wings, prove her independence, and she also needed to return to them a woman. Not the needy, insecure girl they’d taken care of for so long.
    And the truth was, as much as she’d missed home and Seth and Zane, Paris had been an amazing, wonderful experience. She wouldn’t trade that year for anything.
    She felt a hand slide up the bare skin of her abdomen and lodge just underneath her breast. Her gaze dropped to see one of her cowboys had gotten up close and personal. His hands rested possessively on her body, and he was shouldering away from the other two men who had circled around her to dance.
    If she didn’t nip this in the bud soon, he’d definitely get the wrong message.
    She put her hand on his wrist, and his knuckles brushed the underside of her breast as she pried him away.
    “Come on now, sugar,” he murmured close to her ear. “Why don’t you let me take you home and put you to bed? Preferably my home and my bed.”
    She smiled. “Sorry, cowboy. I’m just here for a good time.”
    “Oh, I could show you a good time,” he purred.
    Strong arms surrounded her, lifted her away from the cowboy in question and set her aside. Zane.
    “She’s off-limits,” Zane said in a near growl.
    She blinked because for some reason, Zane kept swimming out of her vision. And damn it, he looked too good to keep fading out like that.
    Not hearing what the two were saying to each other, she snuggled up against Zane’s side, and he dropped an arm around her in a protective gesture.
    She rubbed her cheek against his shirt and inhaled his scent. He pulled her toward the door, and she wrapped her arm around his waist to steady herself.
    The night air, warm and humid, hit her in the face as they stumbled outside. He walked her over to his truck and stopped as she leaned against the frame.
    “Jaz, I don’t know what to do about you,” Zane said with a chuckle. “Seth is home having a kitten because you drove off in his truck, and J.T. is beside himself at the thought of you driving home drunk.”
    She frowned her irritation. “And what do you think?” she asked huffily.
    He reached out and tweaked her