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Authors: Myla Jackson
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not feeling strange about their nakedness or how close they were to one another.
Frankly, ever since Sean and his brothers had been involved in Connor’s sexual exploits, he’d been less satisfied one-on-one. One woman with multiple men was damned hot. He and his brothers had agreed on that subject from early on.
Sean stared at the curtain, waiting for Isabella to emerge, thinking about her and the dilemma of choosing between the brothers.
He’d learned that Isabella loved working with horses and being in the outdoors. She was the ideal woman for him and the ranch, if he could convince her to choose him.
The music swelled and still Isabella had not appeared.
Sean leaned forward. Was she injured? Was she hiding behind the curtain, paralyzed with stage fright?
Gabe stood and took a step toward the stage.
Tanner’s hand shot out. “Wait.” He nodded toward the curtain.
Isabella stepped through, her eyes round, her body…
“What the hell?” Gabe dropped back into his chair, his brow furrowed.
Sean chuckled, then broke out into a full, belly laugh.
Isabella had on several layers of costumes, giving her the appearance of a homeless Vegas act. She glared at Sean, then focused her gaze straight ahead, moving in stilted motions across the stage to the beat of the bump-and-grind music playing on the juke box.
At the edge of the stage, she slipped a leather Dominatrix jacket studded with metal rivets over her shoulders, bent her knees and blew a kiss to Jesse. She let the jacket fall to the tips of her fingers, then flung it to the side of the stage. With a flick, she tossed her long, silky hair over her shoulder and turned her back to the men.
Sean’s laughter trickled into a soft chuckle.
“Hey, ’Bella, show us some skin!” one of Jesse’s buddies shouted.
Tanner rose from his chair, his fists clenched.
Sean clamped a hand on his brother’s arm. “Down, boy. You have to let her dance.”
Tanner growled low in his chest and sank into his chair, his brows forming a deep V over his nose.
“I know how you feel. I don’t want other men ogling her either.” Sean patted his brother’s back and pulled a twenty from his wallet. “Maybe we can get the ball rolling with a little encouragement.” He stepped away from Tanner. “Don’t punch me, bro.”
“Does this help?” Sean held out his hand, the twenty dangling from his fingertips.
Isabella’s eyes widened. Her body stilled for a moment, then she swished her hips from side to side, finally presenting one to Sean. “Tuck it in where it won’t fall out.” She rocked her pelvis.
His cock pressing hard against his fly, Sean placed his hand against her belly and slid the bill against her skin, down into the triangle front of the sequined red thong. When his knuckles brushed against soft, curly hairs, his knees weakened.
Isabella danced away, laughing, her voice adding to the music, swirling all around. She removed a gold lamé scarf and let it drift to the floor.
Sean stood for a moment, captivated by the beauty.
“Hey, move. You’re blocking the view!” a voice called out.
Tearing himself away from the stage, Sean returned to his seat and eased down, his jeans so tight, they hurt.
“That gave me a hard-on just watching,” Gabe muttered.
Her back to the stage, Isabella slipped a long-sleeved, sheer white blouse halfway down her back and glanced over her shoulder with an exaggerated wink.
“Take it off!” the men shouted, Sean calling out just as loud.
The shirt dropped to her fingers and she spun, flinging it at the leering spectators. Wearing baggy pants that hung low enough around her hips they gave a glimpse of her thong, topped with a sparkling red vest, buttoned in the middle of her cleavage, she danced from one corner of the stage to the other, shimmying. The vest did little to hide her midriff, giving the men a view of smooth skin, tight abs and a sexy belly button.
She dipped her shoulders, leaning toward Jesse, her eyelids
Frankly, ever since Sean and his brothers had been involved in Connor’s sexual exploits, he’d been less satisfied one-on-one. One woman with multiple men was damned hot. He and his brothers had agreed on that subject from early on.
Sean stared at the curtain, waiting for Isabella to emerge, thinking about her and the dilemma of choosing between the brothers.
He’d learned that Isabella loved working with horses and being in the outdoors. She was the ideal woman for him and the ranch, if he could convince her to choose him.
The music swelled and still Isabella had not appeared.
Sean leaned forward. Was she injured? Was she hiding behind the curtain, paralyzed with stage fright?
Gabe stood and took a step toward the stage.
Tanner’s hand shot out. “Wait.” He nodded toward the curtain.
Isabella stepped through, her eyes round, her body…
“What the hell?” Gabe dropped back into his chair, his brow furrowed.
Sean chuckled, then broke out into a full, belly laugh.
Isabella had on several layers of costumes, giving her the appearance of a homeless Vegas act. She glared at Sean, then focused her gaze straight ahead, moving in stilted motions across the stage to the beat of the bump-and-grind music playing on the juke box.
At the edge of the stage, she slipped a leather Dominatrix jacket studded with metal rivets over her shoulders, bent her knees and blew a kiss to Jesse. She let the jacket fall to the tips of her fingers, then flung it to the side of the stage. With a flick, she tossed her long, silky hair over her shoulder and turned her back to the men.
Sean’s laughter trickled into a soft chuckle.
“Hey, ’Bella, show us some skin!” one of Jesse’s buddies shouted.
Tanner rose from his chair, his fists clenched.
Sean clamped a hand on his brother’s arm. “Down, boy. You have to let her dance.”
Tanner growled low in his chest and sank into his chair, his brows forming a deep V over his nose.
“I know how you feel. I don’t want other men ogling her either.” Sean patted his brother’s back and pulled a twenty from his wallet. “Maybe we can get the ball rolling with a little encouragement.” He stepped away from Tanner. “Don’t punch me, bro.”
“Does this help?” Sean held out his hand, the twenty dangling from his fingertips.
Isabella’s eyes widened. Her body stilled for a moment, then she swished her hips from side to side, finally presenting one to Sean. “Tuck it in where it won’t fall out.” She rocked her pelvis.
His cock pressing hard against his fly, Sean placed his hand against her belly and slid the bill against her skin, down into the triangle front of the sequined red thong. When his knuckles brushed against soft, curly hairs, his knees weakened.
Isabella danced away, laughing, her voice adding to the music, swirling all around. She removed a gold lamé scarf and let it drift to the floor.
Sean stood for a moment, captivated by the beauty.
“Hey, move. You’re blocking the view!” a voice called out.
Tearing himself away from the stage, Sean returned to his seat and eased down, his jeans so tight, they hurt.
“That gave me a hard-on just watching,” Gabe muttered.
Her back to the stage, Isabella slipped a long-sleeved, sheer white blouse halfway down her back and glanced over her shoulder with an exaggerated wink.
“Take it off!” the men shouted, Sean calling out just as loud.
The shirt dropped to her fingers and she spun, flinging it at the leering spectators. Wearing baggy pants that hung low enough around her hips they gave a glimpse of her thong, topped with a sparkling red vest, buttoned in the middle of her cleavage, she danced from one corner of the stage to the other, shimmying. The vest did little to hide her midriff, giving the men a view of smooth skin, tight abs and a sexy belly button.
She dipped her shoulders, leaning toward Jesse, her eyelids
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