Free Boots and Bareback: Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 3 by Myla Jackson Page A

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    “Isabella? You coming out?” Libby called.
    With little willpower left and too many thoughts of hot, nasty sex crowding her mind, Isabella had to remind herself, once again, why she was there. One more dance would give her another five hundred dollars. No matter how unsteady, how aroused or scared she was, she had to do it.
    She stumbled to the curtain and flung it open.
    The saloon was empty, only Libby stood at the bar, polishing the shiny wood surface with her cloth. “They all got up and left.”
    A heavy knot hit the pit of Isabella’s gut so hard, she wanted to throw up. “Are they coming back?”
    “I think some of them are.” Libby grinned. “You’re not getting off that easy. Greta Sue is driving the drunk home, but some of them wanted to stay, saying something about wanting their third dance. You want me to start the music over when they come back in?”
    She didn’t have to, the O’Brien men returned less the groom.
    Isabella stood on the stage, motionless.
    “You fellas gonna want another drink?” Libby asked.
    Gabe shook his head. “You can go home. We’re done drinking.” His gaze never left Isabella’s face.
    A shiver rippled across her skin, raising gooseflesh on her arms.
    “I’m almost done here, then I’m headed out. Might get home early for once.” Libby cast a glance at Isabella. “You want me to stick around to lock up?”
    “No,” Isabella said. “I have a key. I’ll lock up.”
    Libby gathered her keys and leather jacket, nodding at the O’Brien men. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Which basically means, have fun.” And she left.
    “Do you still want me to dance?” Isabella asked from her perch on the stage.
    “Dad said he was paying for three,” Tanner said, his face set, his dark brown, intense stare focused on her. “We hope you’ll stay and earn your pay.” His lips softened into a smile.
    Isabella’s knees weakened. That had to be one of the very few real smiles she’d seen on Tanner. “Of course.” Anything you ask, as long as you smile at me that way.
    Alone with the three men who’d been foremost on her mind, Isabella concentrated on maintaining her footing when her legs wobbled like limp rubber bands.
    The music played on. Libby must have lined up several songs.
    Only obligated to dance to one more song, Isabella didn’t care. Tanner, Gabe and Sean pulled up seats near the raised stage and sat, waiting for her to begin.
    Letting the music fill her body and soul, she closed her eyes and swayed gently, her hips moving in circular motions like Audrey had shown her one day in the storeroom. Isabella crossed her hands over her waist, spreading them over her bare belly, then raising them to clutch the vest buttoned in the middle. She pulled the button free and let the vest fall off her shoulders to the floor.
    Cool air caressed her heated skin, but it wasn’t enough to extinguish the fire building inside. Isabella wanted to be closer to the men who’d sparked the flame. She reached out her arms.
    All three men leaped to their feet. Gabe reached her first, tugging her hand hard enough to pull her off balance.
    Isabella fell forward, completely confident Gabe wouldn’t let her hit the ground.
    He caught her in his arms, sweeping her legs out from under her. After he swung her around once, he set her on her feet, his hands resting on her hips. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered against her hair.
    “I want this.” Her words feathered across his cheek.
    “All three of us?” He pulled back, staring down into her eyes.
    “Maybe that’s what I need.”
    “Isabella, you’re beautiful and the sexiest woman I know. Don’t ever think you’re not, because you are. I’m greedy and don’t want to share, but…” Gabe held her gaze and at last shrugged. “… For you.” His mouth descended to claim hers.
    The kiss started out a soft pressure, growing more insistent until Isabella opened her mouth, letting