Buckskins, Boots & Bondage (Cowboy Kink) Read Online Free

seen them before. Are they new to the scene? Dipping their toes in the waters, so to speak? Trying it out?”
    Neophytes could be either exciting or a pain in the ass. Angel wasn’t much in the mood to play instructor at the moment.
    “No, they’ve been in the scene for some time. But they’re very cautious, always took their action out of town. Like the rest of us who live in this area, they keep their sexual preferences a closely guarded secret.”
    “But they’re here tonight,” she pointed out. Watching them was like seeing two graceful jungle animals scanning the available prey, poised to strike at the appropriate moment.
    “I think they got tired of having to run all over the countryside for their activities,” Clint told her. “Tucker, the blond, finally unloaded on Reece the other day, and we gave them a guest membership for a month.”
    “They certainly look tasty,” Angel mused.
    “Come on. Let me introduce you.”
    Hand at her elbow, he guided her across the room. As she approached the couch, both men rose. She caught the instant spark of heat in two sets of eyes as they studied her leisurely from top to bottom and back up again. She had the sudden itch to pull her skirt down a little and adjust her vest.
    Come on, Angel. It’s not like you’re a novice here.
    “Angel Cruz, meet Tucker and Justin Davis. Guys, I think you and the lovely Angel will have a lot in common.” He smiled as they made room for Angel to sit down between them. “Enjoy your evening.”
    She crossed her legs, smoothing her skirt over the tops of her thighs and smiled at each of them in turn. “I understand you’re new to Rawhide.”
    Justin, the dark one, nodded. Tiny sparks of gold flickered in black onyx eyes fringed with thick lashes as his gaze raked over her. Already she could see the heat simmering there. A dark heat.
    “First night,” he told her. “What about you?”
    She wet her lower lip with her tongue. “I’ve been a member for a while. I, um, moved here from Dallas about two years ago but didn’t find out about Rawhide right away.” She smiled. “Lucky for me that I did.”
    “Lucky for us. ” Tucker, the blond with startling blue eyes, brushed his fingertips across her bare shoulder. Oh, yeah, he was born for mischief. “We’re sure glad you showed up tonight, too. Right, Justin?”
    His brother nodded. “Do you come here often to play?”
    The verbal dance, she realized. How much into the scene am I? Am I a regular? An occasional visitor? “I’d say at least once a week.”
    Justin idly stroked her cheek. She had the feeling, in the arena of play, he would be the one to take the lead. “I’m guessing it would be safe to say ménages are your style? I mean since Clint brought you over here and he knows what’s on our menu.”
    “That’s right.” The familiar thrill of erotic stimulation coursed through her. Already she could imagine these two pairs of strong hands caressing her body, cupping her breasts, probing her. Stroking her with their cocks. She closed her eyes for a moment and centered herself with a deep breath.
    Not too fast, Angel. Take it slow. Choose wisely.
    But that dual impact of the physical and emotional had only strengthened as she sat with them. If she agreed to be with them, she knew without reservation it would be something beyond casual. She just hoped she wasn’t misreading the situation.
    “And looking for a new hookup?” Justin made it as much a statement as a question.
    She nodded. “If the right one comes along.”
    Fingers skimmed over her inner thigh, and she looked down to see Tucker’s hand beneath her tiny skirt, inching its way up to her pussy. Her pulse beat ratcheted up along with her heart rate as Justin’s fingers explored from the other side, his knuckles gently nudging her thighs apart.
    “We like buckskin,” Tucker murmured, smoothing one lean hand over the soft material of her skirt. He winked. “It makes good handcuffs.”
    Angel tilted her