Free Lasso My Heart by Em Petrova

he took it as a sign.
    Soft noises drew him down the hall to the cracked bedroom door. Through the slit he glimpsed flesh—tanned against golden. Without thinking, he pushed the door open farther.
    His cock bulged against his fly painfully as he set eyes on Dixie spread eagle on the king-sized mattress, tied at the wrists and ankles. Josh’s back was to him, and Tucker’s stomach burned with want. He knew that pose. Josh loved to survey his handiwork—to stand back and see the desire burning on his lover’s face.
    Dixie had enough of that to start a forest fire. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen. From biting, kissing or sucking Josh’s cock. All of the above maybe.
    Tucker darted his attention to the naked man at the foot of the bed, gazing at his wife. His back muscles rippled with an invisible shiver he didn’t display. As he turned to the side, his cock jutted, thick and stiff.
    Unable to help himself, Tucker ran his palm over his own distended cock.
    “The way you’re looking at me, darlin’, I’m not gonna last long.”
    “I don’t care. I need your cock. Now.”
    “What a demanding little slut you are.” His crooning tone was low but sent spikes of gut-clenching need through Tucker.
    “You’ve kept me waiting. I need fucked.” Dixie wiggled her wrists, and the bedframe trembled.
    “I need to get a grip on my control. If I fuck you, it will be over in two minutes, and I know you need so much more.”
    Her chest rose in fell in heavy pants. “Then give me more.” She raised her hips off the bed, pushing her pink, wet pussy upward.
    Tucker bit off a groan and wet his lips. Too well he remembered her flavors coating his tongue. God, how he’d hungered for her since coming to the ranch. Add the taste of Josh’s warm, salty skin and he was out of his head.
    Unbridled need coursed through him. He pushed open the door all the way. The small creak of his step made Josh spin and Dixie jerk against her bonds.
    He raked his gaze over one then the other, awareness building as he realized they hadn’t immediately throw him out of the house.
    “What are you doing here?” Josh’s gritty tone raised Tucker’s fever five degrees.
    “I’m here to take care of you both. I know what you need.” Without hesitation he stepped up to Josh, hooked his hand around his nape and claimed his mouth.
    The hard clash of lips ignited. Josh grunted, and then their tongues were tangled, heads angled as they drank from each other. Dixie’s quiet mewl spoke of her approval, which sent Tucker spinning.
    He crushed Josh’s mouth under his, demanding and taking. Showing both of them how good this arrangement could really be.
    When Dixie moved restlessly, Tucker tore from the kiss. Josh breathed hard, and worry etched on his rugged features as if he hadn’t meant to respond to Tucker’s kiss. But he had—in front of his wife.
    They turned to her. She was flushed, her nipples tight peaks and her pussy glistening with arousal.
    “Better tell her,” Tucker grated out. Before I do bad things to both of you.
    “Tell me,” Dixie breathed.
    Josh reached out and encircled her curvy calf muscle with his long fingers. Without missing a beat, he said, “Tucker and I were lovers back in our rodeo days.”
    She sucked in a breath, and the bed seemed to quiver from her reaction. She was shaking—on fire with her newfound knowledge. Tucker didn’t know her as well as Josh probably did, but he’d seen her in the throes of ecstasy, and this was very, very close.
    “Your woman needs to come.” Tucker’s voice was gravel under a boot heel.
    Josh nodded. “Dixie darlin’, will you have us both in your bed?”
    Her gaze darted to Tucker’s and held. When she spoke, she never looked away. “I already have. Tucker and I were lovers the summer after high school.”
    They both looked at Josh for his reaction. He blinked twice, then a slow smile cut across his hard lips. He shook his head. “I should have guessed. I saw the way you