Neither would Brock.
It might be only the beginning, but they’d just begun exploring this connection.
As he watched LeeLee return to her sculpture, he met Brock’s stare. They nodded in silent agreement. Something had to be done to show her they weren’t just fucking with her.
Something extreme.
Brock moved toward the work surface where she’d done frosted all the cakes while they added little bits of candy decorations. The frosting bags were still laying there, in shades of pink and white and red.
Scooping them into his hands, Brock threw a look at LeeLee over his shoulder. “C’mon,” he said to Jared, low.
They slipped into the office, leaving her to work.
“She doesn’t have any faith in us,” Brock said at once.
Jared shook his head. “Gimme some of that frosting. Take off your clothes.”
Brock’s face split into a grin. He passed over the frosting and went for his buttons. When he removed his shirt and dropped his pants, Jared did a test squeeze of frosting, piping it into a circle around his nipple.
“Not bad.” Brock admired it.
Leaning in, Jared licked it off. Then he planted a sweet kiss on his lover’s mouth. “Hold still while I draw on you. It might tickle.”
Brock waggled his brows. “I hope it does.”
“You have more kinks than I thought. Okay, here comes the L.” He drew a big L on Brock’s pec. Followed by two Es.
When he finished, Brock had him strip and returned the favor. They added a few more letters back and forth with the red frosting. They stared at each other.
“Think it’s romantic enough?” Brock asked.
“I think it’s a start. But this woman will need more than finesse. She’s down to earth and we’ll have to prove just how serious we are. That is, if you’re really serious about what you started to say to me last night.” Jared eyed him, feeling the love swelling out within him, a wave so high and mighty that he never could see the pinnacle.
“I’d grab you and fuck you right now, but we’d smear our letters. Of course I meant it, Jared. God, I’ve been in love with you forever.”
Emotion hit him so hard that he bowed his head, struggling to get a grip. When Brock pressed his forehead against his, they shared a heated sigh. “We can’t keep being Boot Knockers, not if we want LeeLee.”
“I do,” Jared said at once.
Brock nodded, nose rubbing against Jared’s. “So do I.”
“Now what?” The moment stretched, and he couldn’t help but brush his lips against Brock’s, wondering if they had time to smear their letters and write them again.
“Now we get the girl. Then we talk to Hugh and Riggs.”
Jared swallowed. Their entire world had flipped upside down just from one night, but it’d been building a long time.
He stared into his lover’s eyes. “I’m ready.”
“Me too.” Brock stepped back. In his full glory of carved muscle with his cock half hard as always and wearing pink frosting, Jared couldn’t feel more love for him than at this moment.
“Let’s get the girl,” he said.
They walked into the kitchen.
* * * * *
LeeLee stood working, using small skewers to position the fruit into a rainbow of perfection. The woman was a damn artist. The sculpture wasn’t only recognizable as the Venus but beautiful in its own right, with the colors of the fruit adding depth and light to the piece.
With cantaloupe sweeping across the breasts and small berries creating the areola and nipples, it showcased the woman’s form. It stood for everything the Boot Knockers believed—they celebrated women and empowered them to take something for themselves. It began with sex and often dug so much deeper into their psyches.
Brock had seen it again and again since becoming a Boot Knocker. But it was time to move on.
If he and Jared could get jobs on the ranch in some other capacity, they would stay on. If not, they’d find a ranch nearby to remain close to LeeLee.
She didn’t look up from her task, so fixated on placing the fruit just right that she didn’t seem to hear them.
Jared cleared his throat.
Her head shot up.
Then she plastered a hand to her chest as she read their message.
Across their bodies, they spelled out: “LeeLee’s MEN.” Each wearing a LEE across their pecs. Brock bore the ME while Jared had the N and a heart on his abs.
She set down her knife and moved closer, her beautiful face dazed with surprise. Brock searched the depths of her eyes and saw everything he expected—fear and uncertainty.
But he also caught hope and joy.
“I get the feeling you’re trying to tell me something.” Her soft smile was for both of them.
“Are you getting the message?” Jared asked, swiping a fingertip through the heart on his abs.
She caught his wrist and brought his finger to her lips, sucking off the red frosting. “Loud and clear.”
“Good. We’ll be waiting for you in the office when you get done.”
Her eyes hooded and she took one step closer. Planting a hand over each of their chests, directly onto the frosting spelling her name out. “I think I can spare a few minutes of my time for you.”
Brock arched a brow. “Just a few minutes?”
She nodded. “Depends on if you have any of that frosting left.”
Jared let out a growl and hauled her into his arms, hooking one around Brock to draw him into the circle as well.
Together, they tipped her head up to take turns kissing her and then joined all three of their tongues into a hot, wet kiss. When she broke away, her chest heaved and somehow she’d gotten frosting smeared across her forehead.
“Wait. I’ve just got to do one thing.” She pulled free of their hold, and Brock’s cock hardened even further as he watched the sultry sway of her hips as she returned to the sculpture.
She grabbed a can of whipped cream and carried it back. When she stopped before them, she dropped them a wink. “I’m ready. Take me to your world of pleasure, my hot cowboys.”
They didn’t need to be asked twice. They picked her up and carried her off with a squeal, leaving a trail of her chef’s uniform behind.
Jared pinned her onto the floor while Brock grabbed the whipped cream. He looked from one lover to the other. “Happy Valentine’s,” he drawled and raised the can.
THE END
Em Petrova
Em Petrova was raised by hippies in the wilds of Pennsylvania but told her parents at the age of four she wanted to be a gypsy when she grew up. She has a soft spot for babies, puppies and 90s Grunge music and believes in Bigfoot and aliens. She started writing at the age of twelve and prides herself on making her characters larger than life and her sex scenes hotter than hot.
She burst into the world of publishing in 2010 after having five beautiful bambinos and figuring they were old enough to get their own snacks while she pounds away at the keys. In her not-so-spare time, she is fur-mommy to a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff and works as editor with USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors.
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Knight Ops Series
ALL KNIGHTER
HEAT OF THE KNIGHT
HOT LOUISIANA KNIGHT
AFTER MIDKNIGHT
KNIGHT SHIFT
O’ CHRISTMAS KNIGHT
ANGEL OF THE KNIGHT
Wild West Series
SOMETHING ABOUT A SHERIFF
SOMETHING ABOUT A BOUNTY HUNTER
SOMETHING ABOUT A MOUNTAIN MAN
Operation Cowboy Series
KICKIN’ UP DUST
SPURS & SURRENDER
The Boot Knock
ers Ranch Series
PUSHIN’ BUTTONS
BODY LANGUAGE
REINING MEN
ROPIN’ HEARTS
ROPE BURN
COWBOY NOT INCLUDED
CUPID COWBOYS
The Boot Knockers Ranch Montana
COWBOY BY CANDLELIGHT
THE BOOT KNOCKER’S BABY
ROPIN’ A ROMEO
Country Fever Series
HARD RIDIN’
LIP LOCK
UNBROKEN
SOMETHIN’ DIRTY
Rope ‘n Ride Series
BUCK
RYDER
RIDGE
WEST
LANE
WYNONNA
Rope ‘n Ride On Series
JINGLE BOOTS
DOUBLE DIPPIN’
LICKS AND PROMISES
A COWBOY FOR CHRISTMAS
LIPSTICK ‘N LEAD
COWBOY CRAZY Hank’s story
COWBOY BARGAIN Cash’s story
COWBOY CRUSHIN’ Witt’s story
COWBOY SECRET Beck’s story
COWBOY RUSH Kade’s Story
COWBOY MISTLETOE a Christmas novella
COWBOY FLIRTATION Ford’s Story
COWBOY TEMPTATION Easton’s Story
COWBOY SURPRISE Justus’s Story
Single Titles and Boxes
STRANDED AND STRADDLED
LASSO MY HEART
SINFUL HEARTS
BLOWN DOWN
FALLEN
FEVERED HEARTS
WRONG SIDE OF LOVE
Firehouse 5 Series
ONE FIERY NIGHT
CONTROLLED BURN
SMOLDERING HEARTS
Club Ties Series
LOVE TIES
HEART TIES
MARKED AS HIS
SOUL TIES
ACE’S WILD
The Quick and the Hot Series
DALLAS NIGHTS
SLICK RIDER
SPURRED ON
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