Boots and Buckles by Myla Jackson Page A

busy. I was busy.” Mona sighed. “And confused. Two men in less than twenty-four hours. I should be ashamed.”
    “I’d say you can’t have both,” Bunny said. “But that would be a big fat lie. I mean, look at me.”
    Mona’s core heated at the thought of having both Grant and Sam at one time. “I don’t know. Grant and Sam haven’t been together very long. Grant might go for it, but I doubt that Sam would.”
    “You don’t know until you ask.”
    “I couldn’t.” Mona shook her head.
    “How’d you ever get with Dalton and Grant at one time?”
    “Grant walked in on me and Dalton in their shared trailer. Dalton asked if Grant wanted to join us.”
    Bunny waved a hand. “There you go. Have sex with Grant tonight in his trailer and invite Sam to join you.”
    “I’m not even sure Sam knows about my prior relationship with Grant.”
    “Hmmm.” Bunny tipped her head. “It might not be the best time to spring it on him. You might want to own up to it with Sam tonight. Cowboys don’t like those kind of surprises.”
    “You’re right. I’ll tell him tonight at the Ugly Stick.”
    “Are you seeing Sam tonight? After you’ve gone out to dinner with Grant?” Bunny grinned. “Girl, when you decide to get a life, you do it with a vengeance, don’t you?”
    “I didn’t plan it that way. For all I knew, Grant wasn’t interested when I decided to sleep with Sam.” Mona wrung her hands. “Oh, Bunny, am I making a big mistake? I have no idea who to choose.”
    “Then give them both a shake and see who raises your cream to the top.”
    “Bunny Leigh! Since when did you start talking such trash?”
    She had the grace to blush. “Cory and Jack are teaching me to say what comes to my mind as soon as it comes. Maybe I’m not ready for prime time.”
    “Oh, no, honey, you’re ready , all right.”
    “Then let’s lock the front door, slip up to your apartment and pick the perfect dress.”
    “Dress?” Mona twisted the lock on the front door and faced her friend. “Who said anything about a dress? I was planning on wearing a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt.”
    Bunny grabbed her hand and dragged her through the shop and out the back door and up the stairs to her apartment. “Strip.”
    Mona’s lips quirked upward. “Only if you turn on the music.”
    Bunny punched a button on her cell phone, brought up her playlist and scrolled down through the titles until she smiled and selected one and turned up the volume.
    The bump and grind of “Nasty Naughty Boy” by Cristina Aguilera blared through the tiny speaker, filling the little apartment.
    Bunny pointed her finger and dropped her eyelids with a sexy wink. “Strip.”
    “This is silly.” She hadn’t danced to that song since her hairstyling business had started making enough money she could afford to quit stripping for Audrey’s parties.
    “You’re the one who liked the fact that I’d worked all day without wearing panties when the boys were trying to win me over. Put up or shut up, little girl.” Bunny set the phone on the arm of the couch and grabbed the hem of her blouse. “If it helps, I’ll strip with you.” Her shirt came up and over her head, as she circled her hips in a figure-eight pattern.
    Mona’s belly tightened and her pussy creamed as her gaze skimmed across Bunny’s peaches-and-cream skin, noting the narrow waist and perky breasts encased in a frilly pink lace bra.
    “Honey, if we ever give up men, I’m yours for the taking.” The music swirled around Mona and she couldn’t help swaying her hips. The rhythm brought out the sex kitten in her.
    Bunny chuckled, her hands smoothing down her breasts and lower to the button on her slacks. She flipped the button free, slipped the zipper down and let the fabric fall in a pool around her ankles. “You’re on.”
    Mona shed her jeans first, kicking them to the side. The cooler air on her legs made her widen her stance, her hips rotating to the beat, a gush of liquid