Her Bareback Cowboys by Ylette Pearson

Satisfied she hadn’t left behind a vital piece of equipment, she quietly shut the door and tiptoed to the driver’s side. The men would be along shortly, but she didn’t want to wake them yet.
    Her last recollection of the previous night was the sensation of being carried to her room and tucked in like she was a child. When her alarm had sounded this morning, she was fully dressed in her bed with a tender pussy and aching breasts as evidence of her indulgence.
    She smiled. It had been far too long since she’d woken with this cat-stole-the-cream feeling. This morning she was invigorated and full of energy. The photos she’d taken so far were fantastic and her models the epitome of professional in front of the camera. What more could a photographer ask? Not even her insecurity about Marie being able to keep an open mind could put a damper on her enthusiasm.
    Turning the headlights of the car on, she backed out of the carport and headed up the road. The track she’d explored the previous day proved much harder to find in the dark, and she spent precious time searching for the turnoff. Once she started on the track, she was committed to it until she’d reached the plateau where she planned to take the photos.
    It took longer than she anticipated to reach her destination and the sun lightened the sky by the time she’d finished setting up the tripods and cameras. Minutes later, riders appeared on the horizon and she set to work. With the photos in silhouette taken, she moved to close-ups of the men.
    When Wade’s serious face filled the viewfinder, Adrian appreciated the steady stance of the tripod. Her hands trembled as memories of the same face in the throes of passion kept intruding on her thoughts. He dismounted and tipped his hat at her. Damn, he was sex on legs and turned her insides to a puddle of want. She wanted to run her palm over the smoothness of his cheek and bury her face in the warm, musky smell against his chest. Her legs turned to jelly at the thought and she straightened her spine. Today they’d work—tonight they’d play. And in two days they were out of her life.
    The thought of not hearing their witty exchanges and not being able to touch them at her fancy, grated her nerves. What was wrong with her? The situation with the men was no different from any of the others before them. Usually she had sex, to both party’s mutual satisfaction, then they went on with their lives. Those were the rules of the game. So why did she feel like she wanted to change the rules this time?
    Maverick planted a kiss on her cheek and shook her out of her thoughts.
    “Morning. Sleep well?” His eyes sparkled with mischief and Adrian giggled at his exaggerated smirk.
    “Morning yourself. You know I did.” She hugged him to her but didn’t linger close to him. “Thanks for babying me last night.”
    Wade led his horse closer. “Come on, guys, let’s get to work.”
    Maverick glared at his friend. “What’s up with you all of a sudden?”
    Wade’s gaze swept over Adrian’s body, the intensity setting her skin on fire. “I’d much rather have my cock buried in Adrian’s pussy than prance around in the mountains, and if we can’t get a move on soon, that’s exactly what I plan to do.”
    Her nipples puckered at the visual Wade’s words evoked and Adrian gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the clench in her pussy. Damn the man for mirroring and voicing the thoughts she’d tried to avoid since she woke. She unclasped the camera from the tripod and folded the stand.
    “Wade’s right. We only have a couple of hours of good light.” She hurried to her car before the men could see the effect Wade’s words had on her treacherous body.
     
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    Three hours and two locations later, Adrian had to admit she was impressed. Maverick and Wade behaved better than most of the professional models she’d worked with over the years. In spite of the rigorous poses she demanded, they obeyed without hesitation