The Buckle Bunnies Series Boxed Set (Volume 1)

by Tyler, Paige

  His frown deepened. “Why would I want to settle for one beautiful woman in my bed, when I can have two?”

  Britt didn’t say anything. Neither did Shawna.

  “I'm attracted as hell to both of you, and I think we can have a lot of fun together. But if you two aren't up for it, I'm cool with that,” Clay said. “That means I won't be sleeping with either of you, though. At least not tonight. I won't come between two good friends like that.”

  Britt fingered the label on her beer bottle. Shawna chewed on her lower lip.

  “Why don’t I give you two some time to talk?” He picked up his beer and got to his feet. “I'll be at the bar.”

  He walked off with his beer in hand, leaving the two of them stunned and quiet.

  “What just happened?” Shawna asked.

  Britt sighed. “I guess the whole time we thought we were planning sex with him, he was planning sex with us—both of us.” She let out a snort of laughter. “Should have known he was up to something. What kind of bull rider knows how to two-step with a woman on each arm anyway?”

  Shawna didn't laugh. Instead, she was focused on Clay. He had one booted foot up on the rail of the bar, his back to them while he patiently waited for them to make up their minds.

  “I guess we should bag it for tonight then, huh?” Shawna asked softly.

  Britt blinked. Was it her imagination or had her friend left the question hanging? Then again, Clay had a way of making a woman so horny she couldn't think straight.

  “I guess so. Unless…”

  Britt couldn't quite figure out how to finish the sentence—and wasn't sure if she wanted to. Things like this had a way of messing up good friendships.

  “Unless what?” Shawna asked.

  “Unless you're okay with the idea of me being in the room with you and Clay when you're getting it on—and likewise, watching him with me, too.”

  There, she'd said it. The naughty thought that had been sneaking around her mind was out on the table now—where Shawna would squash it and put an end to the whole thing.

  But Shawna didn't squash anything. Instead, she tipped back her beer, then gazed out at the crowded club, her eyes unfocused. Wow, Clay must have really done a number on her.

  After a moment, she turned her attention back to Britt. “Have you ever…?”

  “Had a threesome before? No.” Britt pinned her friend with a look. “And if you tell me you have, I'm going to lose it right here in the middle of this club.”

  Shawna laughed. “No, I haven't, either. I was just wondering.”

  Britt got the feeling her friend wanted to say more, but instead Shawna sat there staring at the label on her beer bottle as if transfixed by it.

  “It's not like we’d be making out with each other or anything.”

  Britt cringed inside even as she said the words. What if she’d misread Shawna's hesitation?

  “I guess you’re right,” Shawna agreed. “It would sort of be like when we were kissing Clay a little while ago. We'd just be taking turns, right?”

  Holy crap. She hadn’t misread anything. Shawna was seriously thinking about doing what Clay had proposed. Clearly, she didn’t know her friend as well as she thought she did.

  But while the idea of going through with all of this was getting her hot and bothered, Britt needed to make sure Shawna wasn't walking into the situation wearing rose-tinted glasses. That would surely come back to bite everyone in the ass.

  “Right. We'd just be sharing him. But then again, we’d all be naked. I mean, we’d see everything up close. And, I'm pretty sure we'd be doing a lot more than kissing. We’re talking about some down and dirty sex here.” Britt studied her friend. “You okay with that?”

  Britt suddenly hoped her friend would say yes, because the idea of Shawna watching her fuck Clay just about drove her nuts.

  Shawna sipped her beer, then set it down on the table before looking at Britt. “Would you think badly of me if I said I am? I mean, I don't want to weird you out or anything.”

  “No, I wouldn't think badly of you.” Shawna had put everything on the table. Now it was Britt’s turn. “To be honest, I think it’d be kind of cool to have you watch Clay and me do it. And the idea of watching you do it with him is exciting, too.”

  Shawna grinned. “I was thinking the same thing. I admit, I liked having a front row seat to that kiss you gave Clay. I wouldn’t mind at all if we took it to the next level.”

  Britt almost laughed. This was so not the way she’d expected this night to turn out.

  “So, what do we do now?” Shawna asked.

  Britt smiled. “We go tell Clay that his biggest fantasy is about to come true.”

  Chapter Three

  “You two sure you’re comfortable taking this to my place?” Clay asked as they walked to his truck.

  “It's better than my hotel,” Britt told him. “I'm in a tiny room with a narrow bed. We'd never all fit in it.”

  Shawna quickly looked around to make sure no one had heard her friend's brazen words. Sure, she'd wholeheartedly agreed to the plan to both bed Clay, but still… It was so kinky.

  But while she might be a bit nervous about what she'd signed up for—who wouldn't be?—she was also turned on as hell. She didn't have to reach her hand down her jeans to know she was soaking wet. She’d been that way since grinding against Clay when they first started dancing.

  “I'm okay with your place, too,” she added, her voice sounding way more casual and relaxed than she felt. “As long as we're not walking into some kind of confirmed bachelor pad. Besides, I'm over on the far side of town. It’s at least forty minutes from here.”

  “I'm a lot closer.” Clay winked at her as he opened the passenger door for them. “I promise the sheets are clean.”

  Shawna laughed as she climbed into his truck.

  Clay hadn't seemed surprised when she and Britt had approached him back at the bar and informed him they were up for a threesome with him. With one stipulation—no girl-on-girl action.

  “If you think you're going to get to sit back and watch Shawna and I make out for you, you can give it up,” Britt had told him. “We're best friends and have no sexual interest in each other.”

  He’d chuckled. “No problem. That just means more for me.”

  Shawna’s pulse quickened as she sat back between Clay and Britt. It was hard to believe that in a few minutes, they’d all be getting naked with each other. From the moment Clay had kissed both of them in front of the other, she’d known this night was going to get hot and steamy. That being said, though, she'd never in her wildest dreams imagined it would culminate in a threesome with her best friend. Then again, if she was going to do something this crazy, who better to do it with than Britt?

  She'd never admit it to Britt in a million years, but she hadn't gotten just slightly aroused watching her and Clay kiss. She'd gotten horny as hell. And the idea of Clay shoving that big, thick cock of his into her best friend—while Shawna was right there beside them—was almost enough to make her unbutton her jeans and finger her clit right there in the truck.

  God, she was so kinky.

  And then, Britt’d watch while Clay fucked her. Since Britt had already admitted she was turned on by the idea, Shawna didn’t think her friend was going to be shy about playing the voyeur, either.

  Shawna bit her lip to stifle a moan. The thought of being watched like that—not through a window from across the street or something, but right up close and personal—turned her on maybe more than any of the rest of it.

  Damn, when had she become such a wicked cowgirl?

  Since Britt had described her bedroom exploits while on the rodeo circuit, that's when.

  As Shawna watched one streetlamp after the other pass over the truck, she admitted it wasn't all Britt's fault. There was a part of her that had always wanted to cut loose and do something seriously naughty. That secret yearning that had been kept at bay for most of her adult life was probably why she and Britt had become su
ch good friends. Britt was Shawna's sexual avatar, running around the country doing the kinky, sexy things Shawna could only dream of doing herself.

  Well, she was going to do them tonight—in spades.

  Unless she hyperventilated and passed out, of course.

  The drive to Clay's place only seemed to take seconds. She knew it had been longer, but she couldn't remember any of it. She hoped Clay and Britt didn’t notice how nervous she was. She really wanted this and would hate if it all went south because she developed stage fright.

  But neither Clay nor Britt seemed to notice.

  Clay pulled the truck in front of a two-floor duplex and turned off the engine. Britt eyed the house, a smile teasing the corners of her lips.

  “Close neighbors, huh? Hope you have some good insulation in those walls.”

  Yikes! Shawna hadn’t even thought of that. She suddenly had visions of neighbors banging on the walls. Or worse, the cops banging on the door.

  Clay chuckled. “Don't worry about it. My neighbor is a pilot for UPS. The guy is home like one week a month, and when he is, he sleeps like a zombie. Which means you ladies can be as noisy as you like.”

  Shawna wondered if she should tell him that he didn't need to worry about her being noisy. She was normally very reserved when it came to making sounds in the bedroom. On the other hand, she'd never been as excited as she was at the moment. It was possible she might get a little loud tonight.

  Britt had already hopped out of the truck by the time Clay came around to offer his hand. Shawna took it and let him help her out. As they walked to the door, they probably looked like friends going inside for a nightcap or a cup of coffee. Shawna wasn't thirsty for a drink, though. She doubted Britt and Clay were either.

  Once in the kitchen, Shawna stood there awkwardly. She looked around, not really sure what the social protocol was in a situation like this. Should she comment on the great counter space or simply ask which way to the bedroom?

  The nerves she'd felt in the truck on the way over came back big time, and she felt an overwhelming urge to run to the sink and splash water on her face.

  She glanced at Britt. Her friend looked cool as a cucumber. How did she do it?

  Thankfully, Clay came to her rescue by asking if they'd like a drink.

  Shawna nodded her head in thanks as he opened the fridge and grabbed three beers. She didn’t want anything, but it gave her something to do with her hands.

  “Come on.” Clay jerked his chin toward the arched doorway that led out of the kitchen. “I’ll show you around.”

  As he gave them the tour, Shawna had to admit Clay had a nice place. Definitely not the bachelor pad she’d imagined a rodeo rider would have, especially one who was on the road far more than he was home. Clay must have seen her surprise because he stopped in front of a painting of a Mexican street scene he’d positioned artfully at the top of the stairs.

  “Something wrong?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “No. Far from it. Your place is really well decorated. Did you do it all yourself?”

  Shawna didn't actually think he had. She expected him to say his family had helped out—a sister or even his mom, maybe an old girlfriend. As a last resort, she figured he'd hired someone.

  “Did it all myself,” he said. “I spend a lot of time in hotel rooms watching TV. I'm sorta addicted to those home decorating and DIY shows.”

  Well, dang. That once again highlighted the fact that she’d looked at him with some serious stereotyping glasses.

  Shawna wanted to ask him to dish more on that particular subject, but any questions she had about home shows and decorating styles slipped right out of her head the moment they walked into Clay's bedroom. Huge and masculine, it had floor to ceiling mirrored closet doors and a really big bed.

  Suddenly, the entire tone of their little house tour changed,

  “You like it?” Clay asked in a silky, smooth voice.

  From the way her pussy purred at the question, you’d think he’d asked if she was imagining lying naked across his king-sized bed. She nodded and took a quick sip of her beer. She noticed Britt didn't seem nearly so anxious—of course not.

  Flashing her a smile, Britt took the bottle out of Shawna’s trembling hand and set it down on the dresser along with her own.

  “Enough talk about interior decorating,” she said to Clay. “We're not here to discuss your home furnishings or your favorite TV shows, are we Shawna?”

  Shawna shook her head, not sure what else to do—except follow Britt's lead. She had a feeling that would get her where she wanted to be.

  “What are we here for?” Clay asked in that same smooth voice.

  Britt walked over and draped her arms over his broad shoulders. “This.”

  Shawna watched as she tugged him in for a long, hot kiss. Her breathing automatically quickened to match the couple’s. Her hands clenched and unclenched as if she were the one weaving her fingers in Clay's dark hair. She was even licking her lips in synch with theirs.

  The whole thing was so unbelievably sexy.

  She saw Clay's tongue dart into her friend's mouth. Heard Britt moan. Shawna echoed the sound. She vividly remembered the exquisite pleasure that tongue had given her back in the club.

  Shawna wanted to move closer and make herself part of the action somehow. But how exactly did she do that?

  Fortunately, Britt solved her dilemma.

  Her friend pulled away from Clay with a juicy, smacking sound and turned to grin at her. “Okay. I've warmed him up. Go ahead and really turn up the heat.”

  Clay gave her a smoldering look and Shawna’s pulse skipped. Mentally thanking Britt for giving her the push she needed, she took a step toward Clay. She probably should have whispered some sexy line like her friend had, but at that moment she had to focus all her attention on keeping her nerves under control and hoping her lips worked properly. Kissing Clay spontaneously in the club was one thing—this was going to another level. This was flat out foreplay for what came next.

  She tilted her head to the left just as Clay's mouth came down on hers. The touch was electric, just as it had been before, and she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. His tongue tasted like the perfect man-flavored dessert and she groaned as she tangled her own around it.

  Clay threaded one hand in her long hair, then slid the other down her back to cup her ass and pull her firmly against him. Her breath hitched at the rush she got from being this physically possessed. Damn, she needed to hang out with rodeo riders more often. They really knew how to handle a woman. At least this one did.

  He squeezed her ass cheek, tugging her closer. She'd have to be unconscious not to notice the hard cock pressing urgently against her through his jeans. It felt like he could do some damage with that thing. Would it be considered rushing things if she asked him to unbutton his 501s right then? Not all the way. Just enough to see if what Britt had said about him was true.

  Figuring it would probably too soon for that, she settled for sliding one hand down the front of his shirt toward his belt, fully intending to get her hand on that thing. But a light touch on her shoulder halted her.

  “Hey,” Britt said. “No hogging, remember?”

  Shawna reluctantly dragged herself away from Clay to look at Britt.

  Her friend’s lips twitched with amusement. “You were planning to share, right?”

  Shawna blushed. To be honest, she’d almost forgotten that part of the deal. “Yeah. Of course.”

  She started to step back, but Clay didn’t let her. Keeping his arm firmly around her waist, he turned his body and made room for Britt. Her friend immediately slipped in and captured Clay's mouth.

  If she thought watching them kiss before was sizzling, that was nothing compared to now. Shawna had a seriously up close and personal view of their mouths working against each other, not to mention an occasional view of their wet, pink tongues. The sight made her feel flushed all over. Why did she like watching so much?

 
Before she could answer that, Clay stopped kissing Britt and turned back to her. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together she barely had a chance to take a breath before his mouth was on hers again.

  She immediately recognized that something was different this time—and she knew exactly what it was.

  Kissing Clay just moments after his mouth had been on Britt’s allowed Shawna to pick up a decidedly feminine flavor that could only belong to her best friend. She was tasting Britt's kiss. It was kinky, not to mention arousing. But not in that I-want-to-have-sex-with-my-best-girlfriend kind of way. It was simply exciting to know that she and Britt were sharing something so completely personal—a man.

  That perfectly wicked thought pushed any remaining nerves she might have out of the way. She and Britt were going to have sex with Clay—and it was going to be amazing.

  Shawna deepened the kiss, moving her mouth all over Clay's and sucking on his tongue. He tasted better than Belgian chocolate.

  Abruptly remembering she was supposed to be sharing, Shawna pulled away and used a finger on Clay's chin to turn him back toward Britt. Her friend didn't hesitate to claim the handsome bull rider’s mouth in a scorching kiss, and Shawna was once again gifted with the opportunity of watching two people put on a seriously sexy show.

  Had she and Clay looked that hot when they kissed?

  Shawna shifted a little to give Britt more room, pressing herself against Clay's left hip while Britt occupied his right. She placed one hand on Clay’s muscular shoulder and the other on Britt's back so that the three of them were in a tight, comfy triangle of intimacy.

  Britt passed Clay off to her with a throaty laugh. “Is it just me, or is it getting warm in here?”

  Clay gave Shawna's lips a quick nibble before answering. “If you're that warm, maybe you should do something about it.”

  Britt gave Shawna a smile that was part daring, part questioning. Her hands drifted to the buttons of her western shirt. “Maybe I should. What do you think, Shawna?”

  Shawna knew that was her friend’s way of asking if she still wanted to go through with this. She returned Britt’s smile. “I definitely think you should. I think I should, too.”