Acres, Natalie - Propositioned by Outlaws [Outlaws 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

head higher. She swallowed a few times. Why was this fellow talking to her in such a manner? And why, pray tell, was she excited by what he said? Her body tingled as he spoke, and she found herself wanting to hear more rather than hoping he’d speak less.
    “Really?” he asked, arching a brow. “Got as much experience as the woman who wrote that letter, do you?”
    “No, but—”
    “You ain’t got any experience at all, doll,” Lane told her, walking toward the horses tied to the tree she could clearly see behind after taking an elevated position.
    “And what if I do?” she asked, dropping her arms to her sides and sticking her chest out.
    Art’s jaw dropped. “Good God.”
    Apparently, the white dress showed everything a man wanted to see.
    “You don’t,” Lane called out over his shoulder. All at once, he turned around. “How old are you anyhow?”
    “I just turned twenty-one on my birthday.”
    “And when was that?” Art asked, his brow furrowed.
    “Awhile ago,” she replied.
    “How long is ‘awhile ago’ in these parts?” Lane asked, grabbing the reins of his horse and swinging a leg over the saddle.
    “Three weeks ago on Sunday,” she informed them proudly.
    Art laughed. “Well shit howdy, Lane. She ain’t nothin’ but a baby.”
    “That’s for damn sure,” Lane grumbled.
    Feeling as if she were the butt of a cruel joke, Victoria marched back down the hill and stood nose to nose with Art. “I might be a little younger than the women you like to poke, but that don’t mean I can’t do it.”
    “You offering?” Art asked, his tongue holding in the corner of his mouth.
    “No but if I decided to, you know, offer…” She paused and gave some thought to the way she wanted to say what she needed to express. Opting to borrow Lane’s phrase, she finally stammered and said, “If I decided to let you put it to me, then you should know this. I can because…I know how.”
    Lane rolled his eyes and pulled the brim of his hat over his brow. “Like hell you do.”
    Art shook his head and started for his horse, too. “Psht. You wouldn’t know which hole it went in.”
    Lane snorted at that.
    When both men were mounted, she grabbed hold of her skirts and traipsed over to them. The swish-swish sound of crinoline and lace resounded, but nary a sound fell from either of their lips as she made her way over to their horses.
    “I reckon if there are two of you, I can easily figure out what to do. One of you can fit in the front and the other one can squeeze in the back. If that ain’t what you like, then I got a mouth and I’ll figure out how to use it.”
    Lane stared at her lips. Art stretched his neck and said, “Turn around.”
    Taking the challenge, she faced the other way. She looked up at the sky and started to say a little prayer, hoping they wouldn’t take her up on her offer. She was only feisty because her ma’s damn letter gave her courage.
    “Hmm,” Art drawled. “She’s got an ass on her all right.”
    She looked over her shoulder and tried to see her sitter-downer. Had she put on some weight?
    The men shared a laugh. Realizing this time she was certainly the butt of their jokes, she stormed off and headed home.

    * * * *

    She marched up one hill and down the other. She swung her arms out to the side as she pranced through weeds and jumped over horse manure. Fresh stacks indicated the men behind her had already been this way, and that alone irritated her. She wondered if they’d stopped off at her place to snoop around.
    Cursing herself and her motives every minute or two, she clutched her momma’s letter in her closed fist. The edge of the crumpled paper bit into her fingers, but she didn’t check for a cut or blood. She could bleed out for all she cared.
    She’d read her ma’s words and tried her hand at seduction. She failed miserably. In fact, she’d been rejected. The two strangers obviously didn’t think she was capable of pleasing a man.
    She’d show them.