Make Me Yours

by Vanessa Vale

  “Shit, sorry!” My sister’s breathless voice came back on the line. “You’d think my man would learn some self-control.”

  “Or that you’d learn the limits to his control,” I teased, laughing. Yeah, I was totally jealous of Ann Marie. Not because of Gabe. He was great and all, but he was perfect for her. Not me. No, I wanted my own Gabe, a guy who was my best friend and also my lover. A man who wanted me—no, needed me—with a desperation and longing that only came from love. I wanted a guy to grab me while I was on the phone because he couldn’t help himself. “I was just about to hang up and leave you two to it.”

  “No, no. I’m not finished with you yet,” she continued. “But I do have to be quick. Room service is here right now but as soon as they’re gone, I have another round to go with the giant cock monster.”

  “The giant…okay, I’m not even going to address that.” I had my hand up as if she could see me showing her I wanted her to stop.

  My sister laughed again. “Sorry, I had a few too many mimosas with breakfast. Okay, so listen. No more tabloids. Relax. Enjoy yourself. I emailed you a copy of the itinerary we had planned, but there should be a paper copy somewhere in the cabin. Since we didn’t cancel, everything’s still on. Massages, horseback riding, all of it.”

  “Yep.” I spun on my bare feet and went over to the small dining table, picked up the piece of paper with the schedule on it, the Hawk’s Landing logo at the top. “I found it when I got here. While you’re enjoying your fabulous Hawaiian resort sheets and hottie husband’s giant cock monster, I’m going to be riding a horse in the Montana backcountry. No wonder you eloped.”

  Why Ann Marie wanted to ride anything on her honeymoon besides Gabe was lost on me. I walked back to the window, watched a hawk cut through the blue sky.

  “Mama thought it would be romantic…or something.” She spoke in a tone that made me think she was also rolling her eyes. “I don’t know. She suggested we go camping, too, but I vetoed that one. Maybe she thought if she sent us on a honeymoon in a small tent, she’d get her grandchildren even faster. That cock monster and all.”

  “Okay, you need to stop putting those two words together. Mama and cock monster? How am I going to face her or Gabe at Christmas? Speaking of, call her for me and tell her I’m alive and that nothing in the papers is true.”

  “Sure.”

  Movement in the distance caught my eye and I forgot all about my brother-in-law’s dick as a long-limbed, swaggering cowboy came into view, leading two horses.

  My sister chattered on but I wasn’t listening anymore. The closer the cowboy came, the more of his appearance I could make out. He was tall and rangy, broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped. He wore a western style shirt with snap buttons that gleamed in the afternoon sun. And a cowboy hat. Holy crap. He was an honest-to-God, gorgeous cowboy. Hawk’s Landing was amazing, having gorgeous cowboys walking around. They could be movie set extras any day.

  He was the complete opposite of Chris. Not that I’d ever really been into him—Tessa had more of a crush on him than I ever had—but Chris was pale and while I’d thought he’d been muscular before, the cowboy put him to shame. These weren’t gym muscles. The cowboy had earned his physique with work, probably in the outdoors if his tan was any indication. He just exuded…maleness and my ovaries woke right up.

  My mouth went dry and my panties got wet just ogling him. From nowhere whatsoever came an image of my fingers dancing up and down those lines of buttons and tearing the shirt open in order to bare a sexy cowboy chest. Hell, yes. If this was a getaway, then my mind could take a vacation from reality.

  It wasn’t a fantasy I’d ever indulged in before, but I liked the novelty of it. I liked it a lot.

  “Lacey? Are you still there?” Ann Marie’s loud voice came through the speaker. I didn’t remember dropping my hand to my side, but I held the phone up again.

  Apparently, hot men made me lose brain cells because I lost the train of conversation with my sister. Shaking my head, I backed up from the window and patted my hot cheek. I glanced down. Yup, my nipples were hard beneath my t-shirt. “You’re not going to believe this.”

  “What?”

  I swallowed.

  “What?” she shouted.

  “The hottest cowboy to ever walk this earth,” I whispered, although there was zero way he could hear me talking about him. He was too far away. “I can see him from my window.”

  “Oh my god!”

  I went to the mirror by the open door—the weather was too nice to be closed in—and glanced at myself. I was startled for a second at my dark hair. It was my natural color, but it had been dyed blonde for my role in the vampire series. I’d assumed it would be for one season, but the show had become a hit and I’d had to keep my hair light ever since.

  Until last night. Until I had the driver pull over at an all-night drugstore to buy the new color before dropping me off at the guest ranch. Until I’d spent an hour in the bathroom to change it. The producers could get me a wig for the show. I was tired of the constant touch-ups.

  So yeah, new hair color, but the mess was tangled and back in a sloppy ponytail. No makeup. T-shirt and jeans. Oh yeah, they’d want a piece of this.

  “What! Lacey, you dirty girl. Get off this phone and go get him. Take condoms! You’re staying in a honeymoon cabin, there must be a full supply stashed somewhere near the bed. And ask him to find a friend. There’s got to be more than one hot cowboy in Montana. Maybe even some lube since you’ll want to have a fling with two of them.”

  “Ann Marie Leesworth,” I scolded, my cheeks turning hot at what she was insinuating.

  “That’s Mrs. Townsend now,” she scolded right back. “You’re a full-grown adult woman who’s only had sex in the tabloids in what…years? If you want to take on two hot cowboys, then go for it. And I mean back door action, too.”

  I didn’t want to think about why my sister was pushing me to have anal sex. There was no way this guy wanted “back door action” with me looking as I was. He was too hot not to have a girlfriend. Or wife.

  “He’s probably married,” I countered.

  There was a knock on the open door and I spun about. There I could see the silhouette of a cowboy. It couldn’t be the cowboy I’d seen in the distance. Not even an Olympic sprinter was that fast. No, this was another one. And I knew he was a cowboy because his body was big, broad and I couldn’t miss the outline of a cowboy hat.

  The silhouette cleared his throat, took a step back onto the small porch so I could see him.

  Holy crap.

  “I’m not married,” he said, his voice deep and very smooth.

  “Oh my god,” I murmured.

  The guy I’d been looking at out the window, which, when I tilted my head to the side, was still sauntering my way. Yes, sauntering.

  He was dark, while the one who’d surprised the crap out of me was fair. The one in the distance was built like a runner, this guy was more solid. And his forearms? Holy hell, they were tanned and corded with muscle. I wouldn’t look at his hands and think about what they could do with them.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  Startle me? Hell, he’d made my ovaries not only wake up, but pop out an egg. He was that virile.

  “That’s okay.” What else could I say? I couldn’t be mad at him since he was going to appear in every one of my fantasies from now on. I stepped out onto the porch with him.

  “I’m Micah with Bridgewater Adventures.” He removed his hat and held out his hand. Oh yeah, I definitely had a hand fetish. It was warm and his fingers were gentle as he gripped my palm. “I’m here to take you on a ride in the backcountry.” He released his hold and turned to look over his shoulder. “That’s Colt and he has our rides.”

  “What’s going on?” I’d forgotten about my sister on speaker, even that I was holding my phone. Lifting it back toward my mouth, I said, “I’m going to have to call you back.”

  “Oh no. Is it the hot cowboy?”
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  I hoped the porch floor would cave in and there would be a huge sinkhole to swallow me. My cheeks flushed and Micah grinned. His dark eyebrow went up.

  “Nope.”

  Micah’s other eyebrow went up, obviously offended I hadn’t called him hot.

  “I mean, there’s um…two of them.”

  His grin grew as I redeemed myself.

  “Two of them?”

  “Yeah, and I need to talk to them.”

  “No, I need to talk to them,” she countered.

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Lacey Leesworth,” she scolded.

  Micah frowned, glanced at the cabin number beside the door. “I’m sorry, I’m supposed to take the Townsends.”

  “That’s me!” Ann Marie said.

  The other cowboy, the one Micah said was named Colt—a perfect cowboy name—wrapped the horses’ leads around the porch railing and moved to stand at the bottom of the steps. He took off his hat and sun glinted off the dark locks.

  “This is Colt Benson. He’s the foreman here at Hawk’s Landing,” Micah said as a way of introduction. “He’s brought the horses for the day trip.”

  “Ma’am,” Colt said, offering a slight head nod. He was eyeing me openly and I felt my heart skip a beat.

  “Who is that?” Ann Marie asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “The other guy I was telling you about,” I replied through clenched teeth.

  “The other hot cowboy?”

  Colt looked mildly surprised by remaining quiet.

  “I’m hanging up now,” I said, dying a slow death.

  “Is that Mrs. Townsend on the phone?” Micah asked, pointing.

  I nodded, put a hand to my face, rubbed my eyes.

  “That’s right,” Ann Marie piped in over the speaker. “There’s been a little change. My husband and I eloped to Hawaii so my single, very available sister is taking over our trip.”

  Colt and Micah both looked at the phone in my hand.

  I was going to kill my sister. “Ann Marie,” I groaned.

  “What? You’re single and you’re very available. And you said they’re very hot.”

  I peeked at the duo who now grinned broadly.

  “Would you still like to go horseback riding?” Micah asked. “You don’t have to bring the condoms.” My mouth fell open as he leaned in, then whispered, “I always carry some with me. But if you’re interested in some of that back-door action you were talking about, then definitely grab the lube.”

  “Did he just say he had condoms? And what about lube? Oh, he’s a keeper. Micah, my sister needs to get laid and you and your friend need to help her with that.”

  Colt cleared his throat. “I’ll be joining you, so that can be arranged.” He winked, softening his words.

  Micah grinned even broader at that statement and my eyes flared wide at the idea of doing anything with both of them.

  I pressed the phone against my chest to stifle whatever else Ann Marie was going to say. “Will you two excuse me for a minute?”

  I didn’t give them a chance to respond, but I couldn’t miss the way they were silently laughing as I spun on my heel.

  I closed the door behind me, then leaned against it. Sighed as I pressed the speaker button and put the phone to my ear.

  “Ann Marie. I am going to kill you,” I hissed, tipping my voice low.

  “What? It wasn’t as if you were going to tell them yourself.”

  “Tell them what?” I countered. “Ask them if they’re single and would they like to do tawdry and possibly illegal things with me?”

  “Yes.”

  “On a horseback ride?” I laughed at that, the visual, well… “They’ll recognize me first thing. They’ll want to fuck a star, not the real me.”

  “They didn’t recognize you. I didn’t hear any of the usual gasps and surprise.”

  I didn’t respond because she was right. Neither guy looked at me with the slightest bit of recognition. Did they really not know me or were they good actors?

  “Not all guys are assholes, sis. Besides, if they did recognize and want to fuck a star, like you said, but you’ll be using them, too. Go for it. Fuck the hot cowboys. The one sounded more than ready. Take those big dicks for a wild ride. Use them all night long.”

  “It’s a three-hour tour,” I replied.

  “Yeah, and look what happened to Gilligan and the others.”

  I shut my eyes and laughed despite my wanting to reach through the phone and strangle her. I couldn’t help but remember the reruns of Gilligan’s Island, the 60’s TV show we used to watch together as kids.

  I gave myself another quick glance in the mirror, groaned. “This is insane.”

  “Insane is not taking advantage of the situation. If they’re nice guys and as hot as you say, go for it. You’re a grown woman. Take charge of your orgasms.” She laughed. “Or let them take charge of them.”

  I wasn’t sure if I could do what she was proposing. Yeah, the famous star did all kinds of wild things, but the real Lacey wasn’t very adventurous. “You’re saying what happens in Montana, stays in Montana.”

  “Sure. You deserve to have a little fun. And a whole lot of those man-induced orgasms. Just jump them on the lunch break.” I heard Gabe say something in the background. “Gabe says do those cowboys. Okay, get off this phone and get pulled together. The next time I talk to you, I want details. Lots of them.”

  “Talking about it with you is one thing. I can’t go off and have a middle-of-nowhere fling with two cowboys. Besides, this is their job. I’m a client. I think Gabe has screwed the sense right out of you.”

  “Not yet he hasn’t,” my sister said suggestively. “And those two cowboys should go screw the sense out of you.”

  “Oh, good lord. Okay, I’m getting off the phone, and not so I can pack condoms and lube. If I did something like that and the press found out, it would be a disaster.”

  She sighed. “Lacey, you’re in the middle of Montana, not walking down Hollywood Boulevard. It’s condoms. Not drugs. And lube? Hell, if they’re as hot as you say, every woman in America expects you to be tag teamed.”

  “Ann Marie!” I shouted, then bit my lip. Tag teamed by those two cowboys? My pussy liked the idea just fine. Not that I’d ever done something like that before, but I wanted to be adventurous. And those two? I had no doubt they had cock monsters beneath those well-worn, form fitting jeans they wore.

  “There isn’t any press. No one’s hiding behind a tree. That’s the whole point of this adventure. Nobody will know if you decide to do something wild.”

  “People will find out.” I frowned. “They always do.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t care, and honestly, neither should you. I’m hanging up now. You, go wild. And use condoms! Lots of them.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Colt

  Holy fuck.

  When I first saw the woman on the porch, I wondered if the beauty was one of the newlyweds going with Micah. I was surprised her husband let her get dressed. If she were my wife, I’d never let her wear clothes. Hell, I’d never let her out of bed.

  And on a day trip into the backcountry? Yeah, her man didn’t deserve her if he didn’t fuck her over a boulder. I pitied my friend. It would be torture to know that gorgeous body was being fucked…by someone else.

  As I tied off the leads on the porch rail, my eyes were glued to her, taking in every inch of her body; from the dark hair, pulled back in a long tail that fell over one shoulder to the hot pink tips of her bare toes and every lush inch in between.

  With the sky a bright robin’s egg blue and not a cloud in the sky, I was struck by that damned lightning. I was pretty sure it had hit Micah, too. Ironic we’d just talked about it and then…wham.

  This woman, fuck. My damn Bridgewater instincts finally decided to kick in and she was married.

  She wasn’t supermodel stunning, which was fine by me. I didn’t like a woman who was tall like a giraffe and ridiculously skinny. No, this woman a
te more than salad because her curves, each and every one of them, were perfect for my hands. The jeans she wore were trim, outlining her long legs, but not too tight. Her t-shirt though, did little to hide her hard nipples. I bit my lip as I stared at those tight tips. She wore a bra, but her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own. She seemed to sense this because she crossed her arms over her perfect chest and flushed a pretty shade of pink.

  Instant attraction. Hell, I’d seen pretty women before, but this was…visceral. Lust was definitely there. I was just glad I had the porch railing blocking her view of the front of my pants.

  When I started paying attention to the conversation, I picked up on single and available. Apparently, the woman on the phone—not the one standing before us—was the one supposed to be going with Micah but had instead eloped to Hawaii. Instead of getting busy with her new husband, she was matchmaking for her sister. With Micah and me. I didn’t stand for matchmaking, but since she was The One and Micah mentioned condoms, then lube, I was all for it. Seemed Micah was, too.

  I definitely missed part of the conversation.

  I hadn’t planned on doing more than delivering the horses for the ride, but there was no way was I framing when she was around and there was mention of lube. And when her sister said she needed to get laid, I was fine with that. A little playful banter was an easy way to assess her willingness.

  Her embarrassment couldn’t be missed and she politely went back in the cabin, door closed to obviously yell at the other woman. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to fuck two cowboys on her vacation, but it was obvious it wasn’t something she did every day. No, she didn’t seem like one to sleep around.

  I glanced at Micah.

  He just grinned back.

  I went up the steps so I was closer to Micah. “Condoms?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

  He was grinning as he turned away from the closed door. “You heard the sister. Lacey needs to be fucked. Is that why you decided to join me?”