Hammer It Home: Powertools, Book 6 (18 page)

“Yeah, I knocked the corner off a heel this morning. But that’s all right,” she said, keeping her eyes glued the television. “I’ll pick up a pair when we go through Sioux Falls.”

“Okay then—guess we’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, snagging his jacket and cap off the hook by the door.

She didn’t look up. “Have a good time.”

“Will do.”

They were both silent until they got into the truck and then Joe blew out a loud breath. “Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

Brent started up the engine. “Me neither.”

“Shit, why do I feel bad about leaving her there?”

“I don’t know. She seemed glad enough to see us go,” he said with a grin, pulling away from the camper. They could have walked, since the RV park was less than a mile from the bar, but driving everywhere was an ingrained habit. He’d never lived anyplace he didn’t have to drive at least a couple of miles to borrow a cup of sugar from a neighbor.

“Yeah, but she spends too much time alone.”

“That’s her choice, Joe. She knew when she hired on with a custom farming crew that she’d probably be the only woman.” And he tried to show her as little deference as possible for exactly that reason. If he treated her with kid gloves, she’d probably be uncomfortable and the guys would be resentful.

When she’d reported for work at their North Platte job in September, hiring packet in hand and a laptop and duffel bag slung over her shoulders, he’d just about shit a brick. What the hell was Brenda thinking, sending a woman up here? And why the hell hadn’t she warned him?

Well, the answer to that last one was obvious—he’d have vetoed her choice of hire without even giving AJ Pender a chance and Brenda knew it. It was just asking for trouble to put single women on custom farming crews. Hell, the quarters were tight enough already without tossing a decent-looking female into the mix, especially one who wasn’t related to any of the crew. But if he voiced that opinion in the wrong place, to the wrong person, he’d have the ACLU, the IRS, the SPCA, NASA and every other alphabet soup organization under the sun up his ass—assuming he still had an ass after Mandy and Brenda were through with him.

But instead of sending her off, he’d looked AJ over from her crown of short, pale curls to the toes of her scuffed work boots and asked, “So what does AJ stand for?”

“None of your business,” she replied, radiating tension. “I take it you were expecting a man?”

Wisely, he’d held his tongue and given himself a minute to consider the situation. He’d been happy enough with her qualifications when Brenda emailed him her application, and she had that look about her that always got to him when he was interviewing displaced farmers.

“Yeah, I was,” he finally said. “But I’ll get over it. I hope you weren’t expecting a ladies-only camper.”

“No sir. I expect to be treated just like everyone else.”

He pointed to his pickup. “In that case, you can stow your gear in the backseat for the time being and take over for Seth Dietz running that grain cart.”

He’d planned on AJ bunking in with Seth and his younger brother Tim, but that was when he thought she was probably another young horndog. The only viable option was to put her in with Joe, who made no bones about his preference for lovers who disappeared before the sun came up the next morning. Brent had been prepared for Joe to grumble a little about having to share the bunkroom, but instead he’d just smirked and said, “You’re the boss.” That’s when it had dawned on him that AJ’s presence in their camper protected more than just her.

“Come on.” Joe’s skeptical voice cut into Brent’s musings. “You know she wouldn’t be here if she’d had any other halfway agreeable choice.”

Brent sighed as he pulled into the gravel lot behind the Shady Shanty. Joe was right. AJ didn’t say much, but she shared a little here and there—enough for them to know that her mother had died of cancer when she was in high school and she’d farmed with her daddy until he had a stroke. The man had spent months in the hospital before dying and his land had been sold off to pay the medical bills. Probably all she’d had left was her pride, something most farmers had in spades.

Farming had been a risky proposition since the beginning of time, but it was also rewarding in a way few jobs were these days. It afforded a man—or a woman—the kind of independence that was hard to give up. After running his own custom farming business for so many years, Brent thought he’d probably rather just end it all than spend the rest of his life flipping burgers in some fast food joint, so he’d understood and sympathized with AJ’s desire to join his crew.

Seeing her squared shoulders and the proud set to her chin that first day, he’d known she was fully prepared for him to show her the door. If he’d gone that route, she wouldn’t have cried or thrown a tantrum or threatened him with legal action like a lot of women would have—she’d have given a short nod and headed back down the road with her head held high, then looked for another crew to join.

It was her desperate pride that had finally clinched it for him. He couldn’t turn her away. He’d had to give her a chance to prove herself, and so far, she’d done a damn fine job of it.

This biker chick longs for the open road…until two Kiowa cowboys shift her gears.

Boots and Leather

© 2012 Myla Jackson

Ugly Stick Saloon, Book 2

Eight months ago, Libby Jones parked her motorcycle in Temptation, Texas, to work at the Ugly Stick Saloon. Since then she’s grown to love the bar’s feeling of family, but now it’s time to hit the road. The longer she stays, the greater the risk her father’s investigators will track her down.

Yet she can’t resist taking the Gray Wolf twins up on their offer to go riding on their ranch. Even though getting involved should be the last thing on her mind.

Ever since Libby landed at the Ugly Stick, Mark and Luke Gray Wolf have been trying to capture her attention. She's blown them off at every turn, until now. Their plan: expose her to the delights only twins can provide—and persuade her to stay for the long haul. 

Libby’s longing for a life she can’t have makes her delay her departure just a heartbeat too long. Her hesitation gives her past time to walk through the saloon door, and all hell to break loose. Now the twins have a fight on their hands to teach her that being free doesn’t mean she can’t let go of her heart.

Warning: Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon. Pull up a chair and set a spell, you're gonna wanna hear this tale about two hot Kiowa twins and a leather-clad biker chick. Multiple partners, a little BDSM, and one skinny-dippin' scene so hot it’ll make the pages sizzle!

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Boots and Leather:

Luke spoke first. “Why did you come out here today, Libby?”

Libby frowned, her face burning. “Sorry, I thought you two were interested in sex. My mistake.” She sat up and leaned across Mark, reaching for her shirt.

As her bare skin connected with his, her pussy creamed and she fought to drag air into her lungs. How embarrassing to be so brazen with these two men and them not want any part of her.

Mark’s arms wrapped around her, dragging her up his body to face him. “I don’t make it a habit to pounce on a woman, unless I know for certain that’s what she wants. Up until the point you took off your shirt, I wasn’t hedging my bets.”

“And he wanted to pounce.” Luke laughed. “My brother isn’t known for his willpower when it comes to a beautiful woman.”

Still stinging from their lack of response, Libby pushed against Mark’s chest, her fingers meeting with the hard muscles. “I took off my shirt. Good grief, what did you think I meant?”

“After the other night, we’re not sure what
you
want, but we know what we want. We want you.” Luke shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Still, considering your decision to leave town after what we’d shared the other night, we weren’t going to risk making any assumptions. If you want to make love with us, say so.”

Oh, man, she wanted to really bad, her entire body tensed with frustration. “That’s what I
wanted
.” She stretched her arm farther, her fingers grasping for the shirt she hoped to hide behind. “Now, I’m just embarrassed.”

Luke moved closer, his hand smoothing across her back, scraping over her bra. “Just so you know, ever since we made this arrangement, I for one, haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and what you might look like beneath the biker-chick outfit in broad daylight.”

Libby’s breath caught and her struggle to grab her shirt ceased. “And?”

“And I like the leather and attitude, and I like making love in the starlight, but I like this better.” Luke’s fingers spread wide across her lower back, smoothing over her black jeans and pulling at the straps to loosen her black leather chaps. “You are beautiful.”

“Now I can see the sunlight on your hair and the deep green of your eyes.” Mark dug his hands into her hair, pulling her closer to press his lips to hers.

While Luke slipped her chaps out from between her and Mark, Mark plunged his tongue between Libby’s teeth, stroking the length of hers in long, lazy thrusts.

Libby’s fingers dug into Mark’s chest, her legs parting over his hips.

The handsome Kiowa pressed the swell of his cock against her pussy through his jeans, inspiring all kinds of crazy, kinky thoughts to go flitting through her head.

Lying in the open air, with nothing nearby but sky and miles of open country, far away from prying eyes, her breathing grew ragged.

Luke slid his fingers along her spine, up to where her bra pressed against her ribs. “I’d personally like to see a little more.”

Breaking free of Mark’s soul-stealing kiss, Libby sat up, grinding her cunt against the ridge of his fly. “Look, guys. I’m here for the sex. Nothing else. No tomorrows, no commitment. Got that?”

Mark held his hands up in surrender, his face strained, his cock swelling beneath her. “Got it. For now. Could you shift just a little to the left?”

Luke frowned. “What if we want to see you tomorrow?”

Her belly clenched. She didn’t have tomorrows she could give to anyone. Knowing she’d stayed too long already made her more determined to grab a little joy out of the moment. With a sigh, she answered, “No guarantees. I may not be around. This offer is only good for today. And it expires in one minute. The time it’ll take me to change my mind.”

Mark moaned. “I’m in.”

“I’m not so sure I am.” Luke bent and pressed a kiss to the tip of one breast. “I can’t imagine this being the last time with you.”

“It might be all I have to give,” she said.

“Then let’s make it good, so she’ll
want
to come back.” Mark’s face had reddened and his hands clamped on Libby’s hips, rubbing her against him. “For crissakes, Luke, don’t analyze everything to death. She wants uncommitted sex. Let’s give the lady what she wants.”

Libby’s shoulders pushed back, her breasts bobbing free. The expression on Luke’s face, those intense brown eyes, nearly had her begging.

Finally, he nodded. “Okay. No strings. No tomorrows. But I plan on making today last as long as possible.”

She held out her hand and shook his. Where he gripped her fingers, they tingled, sending little electric shocks straight south to that wet, pulsing place that needed them now. “Deal.”

Mark pushed her to a standing position and leaped out from under her, popping the top button on his jeans.

Luke frowned. “Geez, Mark, have a little couth.”

His brother groaned and jerked the other three buttons of his jeans loose in one movement. His cock sprang free, hard and straight, fully engorged. Mark sagged in relief. “Next time you decide to have a conversation with her, do it when her pussy isn’t rubbing my dick.”

Libby glanced at Mark’s cock, her tongue sweeping across suddenly dry lips. “Oh my, in the light of day, I see what Audrey was talking about.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Luke promised.

Mark laughed. “Quit braggin’ and show her whatcha got, bro.”

“First things first.” On his knees on the blanket, Luke reached for the button on Libby’s jeans, flicking the rivet through the hole. As he slid the zipper down, his fingers followed, sliding beneath her black, lace panties.

Mark kicked off his boots and shucked his jeans, flinging them off the deck entirely, standing naked and magnificent in all his Native American glory. Naturally tanned skin stretched taut over his entire body. His smooth, hairless, muscular chest rippled with every movement.

Libby couldn’t drag her gaze away from where his waist narrowed to tight hips and that enormous cock jutted fiercely in front of him.
Oh, my.

Then Luke’s hands pushed her jeans down over her thighs, his fingers blazing a trail across her skin. He lifted one of her feet, untied the black biker boot and pulled it free, taking the jean leg with it.

Mark stepped up in front of Libby to steady her as Luke stripped her body of every stitch, leaving the black lace panties for last.

Standing in the warm sun, her fair skin tingling, Libby reached for the elastic waistband of her panties, anxious now to be completely free of all constrictions.

Luke’s hand covered hers, stopping her from removing the last barrier. “Wait. I want to be as naked as you two before we move on.”

Libby turned to face Luke.

He stood, reaching for his waistband.

She pushed his hands to the side and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans, fingering the top button. “You take entirely too long. Let me.”

Mark groaned behind her, pressing his cock against her bottom. “I tried to tell him that, but he insists on taking it slowly with you.”

“Do you take it slowly with your other women?” she asked.

“As far as I’m concerned, there are no other women.” Luke’s hands dropped to his sides, allowing her to take charge.

Libby snorted. “Right.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Mark?”

“No. We get right down to business.”

Luke glared at his brother. “I told you…Libby is different.”