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

Gabe’s tongue slide past her teeth to toy with her own.
    A third, strong, male hand caressed her shoulder, sliding down her length to cup her bottom. Tanner leaned in and captured her earlobe, nibbling gently. “You take my breath away.”
    Gabe pulled her closer until her pelvis fit snugly against his thighs. He pressed a knee between her legs, the coarse fabric of his denim jeans causing a sexy friction against her thong-covered pussy.
    Not to be left out, Sean slid his hand up Isabella’s rib cage, boldly capturing one of her breasts, his thumb digging beneath the sequined fabric to find and tweak the pointed nipple.
    Isabella reached to either side, the backs of her hands sliding over Sean and Tanner’s crisply starched cotton shirts, downward to their thick leather belts. She sighed, barely remembering to draw in the next breath.
    Gabe’s mouth released hers and he leaned back, staring down into her eyes. “Are we overwhelming you?”
    Hands stilled on her breast and bottom. “No!” she gasped. Then she slid her hands into the waistbands of Sean’s and Tanner’s jeans. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” Her leg slid up the outside of Gabe’s, her cunt rubbing over the top of his thigh. If anything, the thong was too much.
    Tanner gripped the string binding one side of the thong and tugged the bow loose. “Sweet mercy.”
    Gabe untied the other, dragging the tiny scrap of flashy sequins out from under the black chaps.
    Sean worked the bow at her neck.
    The straps slithered across her collarbone, letting the bra fall forward, her breasts spilling out. He quickly loosened the strap at her back and tossed the garment to the ground. Now all she had on were her chaps and boots.
    Feeling decidedly wicked and greedy for having three men where most women settled for one, Isabella pressed her breasts into Gabe’s chest, then backed away, tugging at the metal snaps on his shirt. “I don’t plan on being the only one naked in this scenario.”
    “We can fix that.” Sean ripped his shirt open, the silver snaps popping open with the force. He tossed the shirt across the stage.
    Tanner followed suit, taking it a step further by unbuckling his belt and ripping it free of the loops.
    Isabella quivered, her senses on fire. She pushed Gabe’s shirt over his shoulders.
    He shrugged free of it, the muscles in his chest rippling with every movement.
    Isabella reached for his belt buckle, slipping the belt off. The music played on and she danced away from the men, dangling the belt from her hand, letting it slide over her shoulders and down between her breasts.
    Sean reached for her. “You’re killing us.”
    She slipped away. “I never finished my lap dance.”
    All three men sat as one, flies open, chests bare and ready for anything she might do.
    Her mind winging ahead, she touched her pussy, the warm juices spurring her to action. “Anyone bring protection?”
    Again, all three men moved as one, pulling wallets from back pockets and producing foil packets.
    Gabe’s fist closed around his condom packet. “Isabella, this isn’t part of the bargain.”
    “No, but it sure would be a bonus.” Sean waved his packet. “Mine is ribbed.”
    Tanner’s brow drifted into his usual frown that Isabella found endearing. “What they’re trying to say is, no one’s forcing you to do anything you don’t want to. It’s your choice.”
    Isabella’s brows rose. “Oh, I’ve already chosen.”
    The men leaned forward.
    “Who did you choose?” Sean asked.
    Emboldened by her first sense of feeling sexy, Isabella straddled Sean, loving the coarseness of denim against her bottom. “I choose you.” She plucked the packet from his fingers and tore it open. Then she scooted back on his knees and unzipped his jeans.
    Sean’s fully erect cock sprang free. “You’re not teasing, are you?”
    She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his hard-muscled chest. “I don’t tease.” Isabella nipped his ear, then slid