Free Cowboy Double-Decker by Reece Butler

surprised when the slideshow started with a photo of a cowboy on a horse, surrounded by cattle. It had to be Adam, as dark brown hair curled at his collar. What she could see of his face was grim, full of frowns and clenched teeth. He ignored the camera as he concentrated on throwing a lasso at an escaping cow. Were all cowboys that manly? She couldn’t think of Cowboy Double-Decker
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    another word to describe hard-working men who knew their jobs and did them competently.
    Not at all like the city men whose calluses came from a squash racket or a BlackBerry.
    The next photo showed the backs of both men, arms leaning over a split-rail fence at shoulder height. Tight jeans pulled against their bodies as each man rest at foot on the bottom rail. Both sets of buns begged for a pair of chaps, with no jeans to obstruct the view. A zip of heat made Kaela’s thighs twitch. From the back, Adam was almost as sexy as Bryan.
    “The man is married,” she lectured herself. Her fantasies didn’t care, dropping her onto a bed between the two men, naked and eagerly reaching for her. She gulped and forced the vision away.
    In the next photo, two men watched a woman and a horse. The camera caught what must be Candy in mid-laugh, sitting with her legs splayed while the dapple gray horse gazed down at her, reins dangling. Kaela knew nothing about horses, but this one looked like it was in on the joke. Had she fallen off? None of them seemed worried.
    Candy wasn’t aware of the camera in the next shot. Caught from behind and to one side, she was intent on painting a wildflower-dotted landscape. Mountains soared with nothing else blocking the wide blue sky.
    Kaela sighed. She longed to see such a mountain-high meadow in full flower. “Someday, Scotty.” She looked over at her son. He concentrated on the cartoon channel Bryan turned on earlier. The two males bonded over Bugs Bunny reruns as Bryan provided the play-by-play.
    She turned back to the laptop and clicked onto a grinning Adam, clad in nothing but snug jockeys, holding two little girls. It sent an instant twinge through her belly. Adam’s arm muscles bulged as they held up matching fairy princesses. The dark haired one, Diane, smiled sweetly at the camera while a blond pixie bashed Adam’s head with her magic wand.

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    The blonde’s grin was familiar. Evie was her father’s daughter.
    How did Bryan feel about another man raising his child? Was that why he was so eager to marry—to have his own?
    There was something sexy about a massively strong man delighting in delicate little girls. It looked like Adam was in the middle of dressing when he scooped the girls up. Candy must have handed them over and snapped the shot.
    In the background lurked a massive bed with tall wooden corner posts. Bigger than the hotel king, it could certainly hold three people.
    Did Candy sleep in the middle every night? Or was this Candy and Adam’s room, and Bryan had his own?
    She clicked through all the photos, peeking into the life of a Montana cattle ranch. Horses, children, parties, a ranch house she loved, and best of all, mountains towering magnificently over everything.
    Then Candy appeared, standing with legs set wide, glaring at the camera in raging defiance. She wore translucent turquoise harem pants and a matching jeweled bolero top. A gold collar ringed her neck and gold flashed from her wrists and ankles. No thong showed under the pants, a dark vee marking the junction of her thighs.
    Kaela choked. She stared at the image while her nipples budded and panties dampened.
    The inner swell of Candy’s breasts was visible between her crossed arms. Adam, wearing an embroidered yellow caftan, scowled down at her. The laughing father and the loving mother were gone, replaced by an outrageous fantasy of lust and demand.
    The room, swathed in dark fabric, resembled a tent. Bright pillows rested against the walls. She saw no bed but a well padded wide-armed chair and what looked