Page 21 of Wrangle Me, Cowboys

“Slow down, there, Princess,” Sawyer said, sloshing a little more whiskey into my glass before sitting on my other side.

“We have something to talk to you about,’’ Waylon said, glowering from under the brim of his hat, which was pulled low over his dark eyes like usual.

“Please don’t tell me you’re sending me to live with your mother,” I blurted out.

“We told you we weren’t,” Holden said. “You can trust us, Amber. We wouldn’t do that.”

I gulped again at his intense, serious expression. All I could do was nod mutely, though I wanted to slide over and snuggle into his safe arms. This wasn’t the time.

“It’s more of a proposal,” Sawyer said, excitement radiating through his smile. It washed over me, and a tingle of anticipation crept into my nervousness.

“An indecent proposal?” I asked, unable to keep myself from smiling back at him.

“The most indecent,” he said. “But we wanted to clear up some things first. Make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“All?” I asked, remembering Waylon there, glowering at me.

“I guess you’ve probably gotten the idea we all want to fuck you,” Sawyer said, sipping his whiskey.

I nearly coughed whiskey all over him.

Like that was just a normal thing to say!

But then, I always had liked his candor. He didn’t make me wonder, unlike some people. Some people named Waylon.

I swallowed my mouthful of whiskey so fast my eyes burned. “Right now?”

“Not right now,” Waylon growled, sounding irritated.

“I don’t know,” Sawyer said, looking me over in a way that made those tingles of excitement take root between my legs. “I’d give it a whirl.”

I set my glass down so I wouldn’t finish it off before they’d finished one. Now was not the time to get sloppy drunk and make an ass of myself, either. Not when three men had just told me they wanted to fuck me. All of them.

Suddenly, my head was spinning.

Holden reached out and took my hand. “Amber, we’re not holding you hostage. We just want to clear the air. Put everything out there.”

I nodded. I’d never been around guys like this, who just came out and said that without preamble, so matter-of-factly. Of course, most of the guys I’d been around were still in fucking high school, or at bars, so they were all about the games.

“That doesn’t mean you have to want us back,” Holden said. “Sawyer just means that we all like you. So there it is. We want you to know. And we wouldn’t mind knowing how you feel. If there’s one of us you’d like to pursue a relationship with, we’ll all protect you both.”

“Protect me?”

“From prying eyes, wagging tongues…” Sawyer said, then added a wink. “Except ours, of course.”

“If anyone finds out, it won’t be just gossip,” Waylon said. “It could ruin your reputation, and not just around here.”

I imagined it now. The tabloids. The scandal I was supposed to be escaping. My mother’s career. Their father’s career.

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“And our parents’ careers,” I said, my heart throbbing in my chest.

“Then we’ll just have to make sure no one finds out,” Sawyer said.

For a minute, we all just sat in silence. Finally Sawyer shifted and crossed his foot over his knee.