Two Cowboys for Cady

Amourisa Press and Kit Tunstall reserve all rights to TWO COWBOYS FOR CADY. This work may not be shared or reproduced in any fashion without permission of the publisher and/or author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.

© Kit Tunstall, 2013

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After yet another heartbreak, newly dumped plus-size Cady finds herself at the local bar, where the two objects of her naughtiest fantasies just happen to hang out. When she confesses her boyfriend has been cheating and admits she can’t blame him for picking a slim young chick over her, Jace and Brody make it clear they both desire her. Cady finds herself with the tempting, and awkward, choice between the two cowboys who are both offering her a night of incredible passion. Unable to choose between them, she selects both. To her shock, awe, and amazing satisfaction, the men have no problem fulfilling her threesome fantasy. Morning-after regrets can quickly set in, leaving more questions than answers and a huge dose of regret. After all, where can a threesome lead, except to the bedroom? There’s no future in a relationship with two men…or is there?

Chapter One

Cady entered Maverick’s, still not sure why she’d chosen to come to the bar. She’d find no genuine relief from her emotions in the bottom of a pint of beer, but damned if she could think of a better idea right then. At least the place was quiet on a Wednesday night. It was still weird to be in the small bar by herself. The few times per year she ventured out to drink, she was always with her best friend. Since Ella was two thousand miles away, meeting Mr. Right in person after a three-month online relationship, she couldn’t just call her up and invite her to come along while Cady drowned her sorrows.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer from the bartender. Sam set a frosty mug in front of her within seconds, and she drained half the contents in one swallow. With a small cough, she returned the mug to the bar and blinked as her head started feeling fuzzy. Yeah, smart move to down the drink like a sorority girl when she hadn’t cracked a bottle in months. Not since she’d started dating that worthless bum. She snorted, thinking how she’d entirely given up drinking to support his sobriety. He’d sure abandoned being sober fast enough—almost as fast as he’d deserted her.

Cady?

She looked up from the amber liquid at the sound of a familiar voice, one that instantly recalled forbidden fantasies of the panty-dampening variety. A lump settled briefly in her throat, forcing her to swallow it down before she could reply. Hello, Jace. A glance over her shoulder revealed Brody sitting at a table across the room. No surprise there. The best friends rarely went anywhere alone.

How’s it going?

Ah, tell the truth or pretend to be just hunky dory? She settled for a shrug. How’re you?

"Just having a drink. Wouldn’t have expected to see