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Garrett nodded in agreement. “Let’s hope no one comes to investigate.”

  “Stop it. I’m certain I wasn’t that loud.”

  Dane pressed his lips to her mouth, nibbled her bottom lip and murmured, “I’m not complaining, sugar.”

  “Let’s finish this bath and retire to the bed.”

  Each took turns washing, rinsing, and licking just about every inch of her skin. By the time she stepped out of the tub, the skin on her fingers and toes had begun to wrinkle.

  The late afternoon sun sent shafts of warm orange light onto the quilt. They dried her off and escorted her to the bed. She climbed into the center, rose onto her knees and brushed her fingertips down her body, across the tips of her breasts to rest on her belly. Lifting her gaze, first to Dane and then to Garrett, she murmured, “You both understand what I desire now, don’t you?”

  Dane smiled, kissed her shoulder, and slid onto the bed. His cock, warm and hard, pushed against one butt cheek as he settled behind her. “Of course.”

  Annabel motioned Garrett forward and watched his enormous cock grow even bigger the closer he got. She bent at the waist and took him into her mouth before he even climbed onto the bed. He released a groan and stroked one hand over her damp hair. Fingers threading through the wet locks, he alternately gripped and released the strands in one fist with each pull of suction she exerted on his cock.

  Behind her, Dane’s hand stroked the opening of her pussy, scooped a measure of creamy orgasmic juices onto his fingers, and spread it generously across the crack of her ass and especially her rear hole. She sucked in a sharp pleasurable breath as two of Dane’s fingers penetrated her rosette, readying the tight passage for his wide cock.

  * * * *

  Garrett pumped his cock slowly into Annie’s mouth. The rhythm of her repeated suctions nearly drove him out of his mind with pleasure. His eyes slid open part way. He watched as Larsen worked his big cock carefully into her backside. That was a sight he never expected to see while getting his knob polished, but it certainly heightened his pleasure to a new level.

  Annie’s tongue slid across a sensitive spot at the end of his dick, and his knees almost buckled with the intensity of the pleasure. Larsen grabbed her hips with both hands and drove his cock all the way to the hilt into her ass. Annie sucked especially hard on his shaft the moment her ass was full. Garrett had to focus his attention elsewhere from the carnal visual for a moment or risk losing it and spraying her throat with cum.

  He wasn’t ready to climax just yet. He wanted to push his cock into her pussy. With Larsen’s dick filling her ass, her pussy would become excruciatingly tight, and Garrett wanted his gratification to come as he fucked her tight pussy hard.

  The other night with Annie and Larsen was the first time in his existence he’d ever shared a woman. That evening also qualified as the best sex he’d ever experienced during the whole of his conservative life. He wondered, and not for the first time, how the three of them could continue this interesting relationship once the shooting contest ended.

  Annie sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, and his balls tightened. He pulled his shaft from between her swollen lips and climbed on the bed.

  “I want to come inside of you, Annie.”

  Her hands slid around his neck as he maneuvered his cock between her slick, hot pussy lips. “Lean back. Let me get some room to thrust.”

  “Damn, her ass is so tight,” Dane whispered to seemingly no one in particular.

  Garrett pushed his cock into her wet slit a few inches. The titanic grip of her slick heat sent pleasure all the way to his spine. He paused halfway through this first push to recover and not spill his wad with a single thrust.

  “Her pussy is just as tight.”

  “Wait till you get all the way inside.” Dane pulled his cock out of her ass halfway, and Annie gasped in pleasure.

  Garrett sent his hips forward, finally pushing his cock all the way into her taut pussy. Seconds later, Dane filled her ass again. The sensation was uniquely gratifying, but he wanted to ensure she enjoyed it, too. He slid his hand between them and rubbed her clit as his cock began a steady thrust in and out of her wet heat.

  Her head fell against Dane’s shoulder as he stroked her clit faster and faster. Each thrust of his cock into her body became a test of his weakening stamina. She started panting. Dane’s cock slid out of her ass until each of them took rapid turns thrusting a shaft into her soft body over and over again.

  Garrett cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple with his free hand, and she arched against Larsen and came apart screaming. As if her pussy wasn’t already constricting his cock with delicious pressure, her climax sent waves of additional pressure against his shaft. Four more rapid thrusts and Garrett fairly growled his release. Larsen stiffened seconds later, gripped her hips even tighter, and groaned loud and long.

  Panting hard, Garrett watched Annie’s eyes open. The love he saw there touched his very soul. He wanted to marry her. Wanted her to be in his life from now on. She turned her head, broke the sultry gaze, and glanced over his shoulder at the fading light coming in from the cabin’s only window.

  She sucked in a sudden panicked breath and screamed. This time not in pleasure. One hand lifted and she pointed at the window. Garrett looked over his shoulder in the direction of her angst, but didn’t see anything. “What’s wrong?”

  Her panicked expression penetrated through the warm glow of his post-orgasmic frame of mind. “There was a man’s face in the window watching us.”

  Chapter Nine

  Dane stopped breathing for a second when Annabel pointed a finger at the window and announced some man had been watching their uninhibited sexual activities. He hadn’t seen anyone there, but he’d been very preoccupied having the best orgasm of his life to notice his surroundings. The three of them froze together, barely breathing, as if not moving would keep anyone from seeing the very candid position they currently shared.

  “Are you positive, sugar? I didn’t see anyone.”

  “He was there. I saw him.” She trembled between them. “Oh my heavens, who would be sneaking around out here? How did he know the cabin was here?”

  Dane wasn’t convinced of an intruder, until the sudden sound of departing hoof beats suggested that someone had been near the cabin. By the time they separated their bodies and went to look, no one could be seen through the dense trees.

  “Did you see who it was?”

  Annabel bounded off the bed and grabbed her robe. She shook her head as she slid the garment in place, covering her beautiful body. “No, but what if he high tails it back to town and tattles on me?”

  “Who would he tell that would care?” Garrett asked, but they all three knew the answer. He pulled his pants on, grabbed a gun, and exited the cabin. “I’ll go take a look around.”

  Dane didn’t think their relationship was anyone’s business. He tried to comfort Annabel, now pacing back and forth next to the bed. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll go talk to Cletus tomorrow and tell him to ignore—”

  “No!” Annabel put her hands to her face. “For heaven’s sake, don’t tell anyone.”

  Dane sighed. “Then what can I do?”

  “Nothing. I’m sorry.” She tightened the ties on her robe and sat on the bench at the end of the bed. “It isn’t anyone’s business what I do, but I don’t want to get kicked out of the contest.”

  He wandered over to the bathtub where he’d shed his clothing earlier. He cleaned up using the still warm bath water, pulled his trousers back on, and returned to her side. Garrett came back into the cabin seconds later. “There are some boot prints next to the window outside, and someone left a horse tethered on the far side of the yard because there’s some horse manure there. It’s entirely possible someone was outside watching through the window and ran off soon after.”

  Annabel, already hunched over with arms crossed over her stomach, sunk a little lower on the bench seat.

  “Could it have been your friend or her husband?�
�� Dane put an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

  She shook her head. “No. I saw someone with dark hair and a beard. Mary’s husband is blond and clean shaven. Besides, she knows I might be entertaining gentlemen. She’d never come up here unannounced.”

  Garrett walked over and tilted her chin up with one hand. “Then don’t worry about anything until you have to. If someone says something to you tomorrow, deny it. The three of us will simply rebuff any stories told out of turn. It’s no one’s business what we do together, and it shouldn’t have any impact on the contest.”

  Dane nodded in agreement. “Tonight, on our way back to the hotel, we’ll circle around and enter town from the north to deflect any suspicion of being here.”

  Annabel expelled a long sigh. “You’re absolutely right. It’s nobody’s business, and I won’t borrow trouble.”

  “Great, now before it gets dark will you let me test fire my favorite gun?”

  A smile formed at the corner of her mouth. “Yes. Let’s go make sure you can fire your beloved gun. Not that it will matter.” Her brows arched as if in smug assurance. “I hope you understand that I intend to win this contest.”

  Dane and Garrett exchanged amused gazes. “I love that you’re so confident.”

  “Will you still love me if I beat you?”

  “I will.” Garrett reached out and traced a finger along her hairline from the center of her forehead to one ear. The look in his eyes was filled with utter love. Dane recognized it because it was the same feeling he experienced every time he looked at Annabel. He loved her, too.

  Dane kissed her cheek. “I will, too, sugar. May the best shooter win. No hard feelings either way. Right, Butler?”

  Garrett flashed a smile at Annabel. “Of course not. May the best shooter win.”

  A full-fledged smile finally appeared on her lips, and Dane didn’t do or attempt to say anything to change her sudden good humor, but secretly, he was very worried about who had been lurking around outside the cabin watching them.

  Was tonight’s secret watcher the same person who’d conked him in the head and sabotaged his gun?

  * * * *

  Annabel took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and mentally prepared herself to shoot her first bull’s-eye in this contest. The gentle breeze ruffled the hem of her recently repaired blue gingham dress, but she ignored everything around her and focused on the target twenty five feet away. No one would distract her today.

  Arms extended straight out in front of her, gun comfortably nestled in her hands ready to shoot, Annabel lined up her shot with the target’s center and squeezed the trigger.

  Grateful that no one had fired off a shot this time, Annabel lowered her weapon and narrowed her focus on the center of the target to ensure her bullet had hit dead center.

  “Step back, please,” Cletus said to her as he waved at the runner whose job it was to go check the target, report the score, and re-set for the next contestant. She could already see that she’d hit exactly in the center of the bull’s-eye, but the verity of her shot was confirmed by the gasps of shock all around her from the other men waiting to compete or who’d already made their first shot.

  “She got a bull’s eye!” called the runner now standing before her target.

  “How close to the edge?” Cletus yelled back.

  The man didn’t even look again, but his awestruck tone carried all the way to where she stood. “It’s dead center. A perfect shot.”

  Cletus turned to her with what looked like admiration or perhaps shock in his eyes. The satisfaction in the skill of her marksmanship warmed Annabel’s insides considerably. She did belong here. She did have a chance to win this match.

  “Good for you, Missy.”

  “Beginner’s luck.” Annabel heard mumbled more than once as she passed the many of the other contestants milling around to sit and wait to find out who the top ten shooters were for the quarter finals. Dane, as one of the very first shooters for this set, had already fired his “favorite” pistol and gotten a bull’s-eye, as well. Three more contestants waited for their chance and then Garrett would take his turn as the final contestant in the first round of shooting because he was last year’s champion.

  Having witnessed his skill with a rifle in the canyon last week, when he saved her from the kidnapers, Annabel had little doubt as to his expert ability with a pistol. The fact that he was a well-known sheriff added to her confidence in his proficiency with any weapon. And, of course, he was last year’s champion.

  While she had every assurance in her own skill with a pistol or a rifle, secretly, she rooted for both of her lovers to make the cut. She’d love nothing more than to stand beside them in the final round.

  Annabel glanced around the crowd for Dane, wondering if he’d seen her shoot. Before she scanned through the majority of the folks milling around watching, someone sat down next to her on the bench very close. By the sour alcohol saloon stench wafting from the person, she knew immediately it wasn’t Dane.

  She breathed through her mouth and looked up at Virgil, the man who’d been so vocal about her not competing in this contest. He looked like he’d been drinking non-stop for days. Perhaps he had.

  “I seen you the other night at your cabin with Larsen and the sheriff. I seen you fuckin’ the both of them. I knew you was a whore,” he whispered in her ear. The vile words came out in a singsong voice as if he remarked about the fine weather they enjoyed.

  Annabel’s stomach turned over hating that someone so despicable had witnessed their private love scene. She kept her face from betraying her volatile emotions. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said in a steady voice much calmer than she felt.

  Virgil huffed. “I seen you with my own eyes. Now, I’m willing to keep quiet, but the thing is…I’d like a taste of what you’re offerin’ so freely to the other two.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed. She wrenched her fingers from his vile grasp and stood up. Virgil leaned in closer and whispered, “I’m stayin’ in room four at the Pine Haven hotel. I’ll expect to see you on my doorstep tonight just after dark.”

  Dane appeared through a throng of the crowd, and Annabel called his name. The smile on his face disappeared the moment his gaze settled on Virgil. Her blackmailing accuser pushed closer. The pungent scent of his unwashed body made her turn her head. Annabel shoved at his arm, trying to push him away, without much success.

  “Night fall. Don’t forget.” Virgil deserted her in a hurry just as Dane came within an arm’s length of them. He started to chase after her tormenter, but Annabel stood and caught his arm. She trembled so badly she had to sit down again.

  “What did he say to you?” Dane sat down next to her on the bench but didn’t touch her. “Tell me what he said, Annabel. You’re positively pale.”

  Annabel glanced around at all the townsfolk still too close for private conversations. “Not here. Not now.”

  “Where and when?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

  The next shooter in the competition fired his weapon, and a cheer went up in the crowd.

  “Tell me, or I’ll go beat it out of Virgil myself.” His voice rose above a whisper.

  Annabel turned to him and murmured quietly, “He saw us last night. He wants me to join him in his hotel room tonight, or else.” She then glanced all around to ensure no one else heard her speak. No one seemed to be paying attention to their whispered conversation.

  Dane’s concerned expression darkened. “That bastard.”

  Before she could respond, Garrett walked into her field of view, followed by a hoard of well wishers slapping him on the back and congratulating him on his recent bull’s-eye. She’d missed his shot.

  The moment Garrett’s gaze caught hers, his expression also shifted to one of concern. He turned to face the crowd following him, thanked them profusely, and waited until the group drifted away before turning back to join the hellish conversation.

  Annabel rose from the bench. �
�Congratulations, I’m sorry I missed your shot.”

  “What’s wrong?” Garrett’s gaze shifted first to Dane before returning.

  Annabel pressed her lips together, not wanting to say the ugly words again. Dane leaned forward and saved her from speaking. “I’ll explain the details later, but we need to go have a conversation with Virgil. He was disrespectful to our girl.”

  Our girl? Annabel couldn’t help but melt a little inside at the unexpected endearment. Did Garrett feel the same way?

  “You don’t have to do that. I can fight my own battles.”

  “I have no doubt about your abilities, Annie, but Dane and I are also involved in this matter. Guess how I feel about fighting battles?” The amused expression on his face was hard to resist.

  “I would guess that you go in to a situation with your guns a blazing to save your girl even before you’ve met her.”

  “You’ve got that right.”

  Annabel pushed out a long breath. “Fine. He wanted me to meet him in room number four at the Pine Haven hotel tonight after dark. The two of you can go handle this, but don’t make it worse.”

  Dane shrugged. “What could be worse?”

  “Anyone else hearing the lurid details of what he witnessed at my cabin last night.”

  Garrett’s eyes closed as if he clearly understood the entirety of the dismal situation.

  Annabel hesitated to bring up the next difficult conversation topic but had already rehearsed her thoughts on the way here earlier this morning. “There’s something else I want to discuss. I think we need a short retreat from this arrangement. A break, if you will.” She looked at Garrett first and then Dane to gauge their reactions.

  Dane’s eyebrows furrowed. “What kind of break?”

  She cleared her throat. “I’ve already agreed to spend the day with my friend and generous hostess, Mary, and her family. Tonight, I’ll be riding back to the cabin with them. Alone.”

  Garrett nodded. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow morning at the competition.” He walked away without another word. Dane sighed, offered her a half-smile, and followed him.