Free Because You Love Me by Mari Carr

to take care of some of those pleasures for you, Bridge. All you have to do is say the word.”
    His close proximity didn’t feel strange or surprising. Probably because he’d touched her almost constantly the day before. Unlike his brother, she’d had no question about Matt’s seductive games. More than once, he’d wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to his side to press a friendly kiss to her head. He’d held her hand most of the day. Once he’d bent over and picked her up, tossing her playfully into a pile of hay before kneeling down and tickling her until she begged for mercy.
    She glanced over her shoulder, enjoying Matt’s closeness. He smelled nice—cologne and horse and hot-blooded man scents mingled to drive her mad. Her hormones flared to life, kicking to the curb the common sense she’d battled to maintain. To hell with bad timing and bad judgment. She was hot and horny, tired and hungry. She offered Matt a sexy smile. “Oh yeah? And what exactly would that all-powerful word be?”
    Matt’s grip tightened and he slowly pressed his chest to her back. The sudden nearness drew her attention to the hard cock he was sporting in his jeans. She joined the intimate tango, pushing her ass more firmly against his erection and wiggling slightly.
    Matt groaned softly. “Damn, sweetheart. Any word would work right about now. Please, fuck, yes, banana. I’d accept any of those.”
    “Banana, huh?” She reached back and let her fingers lightly graze the thick banana currently residing in his denim.
    “Jesus,” Matt moaned.
    Mark cleared his throat. “Y’all realize I’m still here, right?”
    Bridget licked her lips, her gaze landing on Mark’s firm, full mouth as she imagined the slow, deep, thorough kisses he would offer. “I know you’re here.”
    Mark studied her now-moist lips and she knew they were on the same wavelength. It would have been impossible for either man to miss the longing, the need lacing her tone.
    What the hell was she inviting? She’d decided days ago she wouldn’t come between the brothers. God knew she couldn’t choose between them. She shook herself for her thoughtless behavior. She wasn’t being fair to them.
    Turning, she pulled away from Matt’s embrace, putting some distance between her and the cowboys.
    “So,” she coughed, attempting to dislodge the lump in her throat, “who’s my teacher for today?”
    Neither man answered. She wondered if she’d pushed them away with her thoughtless, teasing games.
    Great, Bridge. Way to go too far. There was a name for women who acted like she had and it wasn’t a nice one. The words cock tease taunted her.
    Panicking, she changed the offer. “Actually, I feel a bit guilty pulling you away from your chores. What if we skipped the riding lessons today and I helped you do whatever it is you usually do?”
    Matt laughed. “You want to play rancher for a day?”
    “It’s my last day. I’d sort of like to spend it with both of you. I know there are a lot of daily chores you need to get done around here, so put me to work.”
    Mark looked at his brother. She noticed the silent communication in the glance. She’d never met two men who were so different and yet so close.
    In the past two days, she’d learned a great deal about them. Typically the information had come from the other twin. Mark had spent ages telling her about Matt’s crazy exploits in high school—always with pride in his voice. He confessed to being envious that he’d never felt so free to go wild.
    Yesterday, Matt admitted he didn’t take things seriously enough and he sometimes wished he were more responsible like his twin. There were times when she actually got a sense they were each trying to hook her up with the other brother, while flirting with her at the same time. It was confusing, heady, and wonderful to be the center of such flattering attention.
    “Well?” she prompted.
    Matt took his hat off and plopped it on her head.