Sharing Brenda [Book 2 of Sensual Awakening]

EXCERPT
At four-thirty, they jumped into the ranch's pick-up and headed into town. When Billy hit the main highway through Lewisville, Sal turned in his seat. "Brenda, my love, Billy explained to me about your special circumstance, and though what happened may have made you very sad, it made me very happy."

Billy pounded the steering wheel. "Damn, I'm going to have to stop hanging with you. Every time you open your mouth, you stick your foot in it."

"But why, you should be happy too? If she were happily married, would we be able to take this captivating woman dancing? Would we have the chance to hold her, to kiss her to make beautiful love to her?"

"No, but I made a commitment to Brenda. I will not push myself on her. It needs to be her choice if she wants to take our relationship to the next level."

Brenda smiled. She got a kick out of their bantering. "That's true Sal.You are an obvious tomcat, and I need stability."

Sal turned more toward her and gazed directly at her. "Oh, but my sweet, let me explain. Though it is true I play around, I know when to be serious. With you, I could be serious. I will make the same commitment as Billy."

"All right, you're both in such a gentlemanly mood. This girl needs an escort to the Circle G shindig this coming Saturday."

Simultaneously, they offered, "I'll take you."

She laughed. "Actually, I was thinking of both of you."
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Tee Bones turned out as pictured, a large cowboy saloon and steakhouse with a hardwood dance floor and a raised band platform. They arrived around five o'clock and seated themselves in a booth convenient to the dance floor.

The air-conditioning, which had been set low, caused the outline of her chilled nipples to show through the fabric of her red halter. She retired to the restroom with her carry-all bag and exchanged her scanty outfit for a fully decked out cowgirl. After they'd eaten a decent steak dinner, Sal ordered a round of drinks.

As the night wore on, Billy and Sal bought her drinks, while flattering and charming her with stories and witticisms. They danced individually at first, and as the night wore on all together. They kissed, fondled, and petted her, hunger winning the battle over the reluctance in her mind. To her shame, she wanted both of these men. Is this how Jasmine felt that first night?
Lights were low and smoke wafted through the air, creating a nebulous haze. Their feet barely moved on the dance floor, swaying back and forth, body parts rubbing to the beat of Gretchen Wilson's Heaven Help Me.
Sal stood behind her grinding his rigid manhood into the sway of her back, his lips sending shivers through her, leaving damp kisses on her neck and his hands surrounding each breast. If that wasn't bad enough, Billy's tongue was buried in her mouth while his hands roved her body. It was like they were a ham on rye sandwich and she was the meat. She was in a fog of desire, and when Billy's hand went to her crotch and his middle finger slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit through the fabric, she was practically theirs for the taking.

But what about their commitment?

"Enough!" She shouted as she finally located her resolve. "You both promised not to come on to me unless I wanted it."

"But, my sweetheart, don't you want it?" Sal whispered in her ear.
She turned. "Yesno. Yes, I do, but not now. I didn't ask for it. And I certainly don't want it, as you call it, with two men. At least I don't think I do."
Billy whispered in her other ear. "Then pick one of us, baby."

She thought about that. Could I pick one? The truth is they're too hot to discard one. It would be like having two aces in a poker hand and throwing one away. "I will not! It's too soon and I just met both of you. I'm so confused." She stormed off the dance floor. Everyone watched her return to the booth, then turned and watched two hot men in ho

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