Free Abby and the Wolf Creek Cowboys: western menage erotica by Christina Morino Page B

"Thanks for this - it smells delicious."
    "Eat up." Logan picked up his fork. "And you're welcome, honey."
    It was a good meal, and the three of them talked and laughed throughout. The two guys were fun, good humoured and easy to get on with. Conversation flowed naturally and there were no awkward silences. Abby noticed that the two of them seemed to be very in tune with one another, anticipating the other's words ... and every so often they would exchange glances and give a barely imperceptible nod.
    When the empty plates were cleared away and the waitress brought coffee, Logan leaned back in his chair and regarded Abby speculatively. "So, Abby ... Daniel and I were thinking, maybe you'd like to come back with us? You can stay as long as you like. We could find work for you too, if you were interested."
    "The place could do with a woman's touch." Daniel's piercing blue eyes fixed on her. "We'd look after you, girl."
    At first, Abby could only blink in astonishment as she stared slack jawed. "I didn't expect ... I mean, I ... Wow. You mean it?"
    "Sure we do. And we're well known in this town. If you have any concerns for your safety, anyone can vouch for us."
    "That's right. We live up at Wolf Creek, just outside town."
    "I can't thank you enough." Relief flowed through her. She threw her arms around Logan's shoulders and gave him a hug, murmuring, "Thanks Logan."
    "Hey. What about me?" Daniel held out his arms and Abby flung herself into them, almost knocking over the table in the process.
    Giggling, she hugged him close. "Thanks, Daniel. You two are amazing. I feel fantastic now."
    "You look fantastic," he responded, unashamedly sweeping his eyes over her cleavage.
    Abby smiled, darted him a flirtatious look, and chewed her bottom lip. She'd always thought she'd meet up with some hunk on this trip, and now she'd found two of them. If the opportunity came - and she was convinced that it would only be a matter of time - which one would she choose? She darted a glance at Logan. He was already looking at her through half-closed lids, a sultry smile on his face.
    "You do," Logan agreed, clarifying his statement by adding, "look fantastic. But we promise to look and not touch if that's what you want."
    "I guess that's something to consider," she said with a slight catch in her voice.
    "The bottom line is you can trust us. You got that, Abby?" Logan reached for his Stetson and set it firmly in his head.
    "Sure." She nodded emphatically. "Lead the way, boys. You got yourself a live-in housekeeper."
    As the three of them left the bar, Sylvie the waitress looked longingly at the two departing men, then tossed her head and glared at Abby. It was then that Abby realised ... Sylvie was jealous. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, flanked either side by a hot guy, Abby felt on top of the world. After her run of bad luck, things were about to change in a good way.
     
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    They had been driving for 10 to 15 minutes when Abby got her first view of the house overlooking the creek. "That's a nice looking place. Imagine looking out onto all that water, with the mountains in the distance."
    "You like it, huh?" asked Logan, his eyes twinkling.
    "Sure do."
    "Great. It's where we're taking you."
    "What? You live there? It's your place?"
    "Sure is. Lived here all my life. I inherited it from my pa," said Logan. "Daniel came to help out ten years ago, and he's still here."
    "He's tried to get rid of me, but I won't go," said Daniel good naturedly.
    "The guy has his uses," said Logan, and grinned.
    "I love it." Abby craned her neck. "So how do you guys make a living up here?"
    "We raise Herefords and Black Angus down in the valley. That used to be our only source of income, but things have changed. Got a good guy, Jed, taking the lead down there. A few years ago we found that Ennis was becoming increasingly popular as a resort town, so we capitalised on that by building a dozen log cabins for rent. This is prime fishing and hunting territory: