Her Bareback Cowboys by Ylette Pearson Page A

and remained courteous and spontaneous until the light became too harsh to work with.
    “Thank you, you were brilliant,” she said when the last photo previewed on her camera. “I’ll see you at the house.”
    They helped her stow her equipment and Adrian descended from the mountain. At the house, she unloaded one tripod and a camera with a wide-angle lens and hurried to the stable.
    By the time the men returned for lunch, she’d taken most of the required close-up shots of the saddles and equipment. After a quick lunch, Wade helped her move the huge lights from her car to the stable while Maverick hunted for a power cable.
    An hour later, she straightened behind the tripod. “I have to check tonight, but I suspect I have enough photos to finish the presentation.”
    Maverick wiggled his eyebrows. “Not tonight, honey. You have other commitments once Marie takes her leave.”
    Heat suffused Adrian’s face and she checked for an imaginary speck of dust on the lens of her camera. Her pulse raced and her mouth dried at the thought of what her cowboys had planned. She took a steadying breath.
    “I have to check the images tonight. If we need more photos, we have to repeat this exercise tomorrow.”
    Wade frowned. “How long will the sorting take?”
    She shrugged. “Three to four hours—at least.” She raised a trembling hand to her forehead. “I still need some photos at the creek tomorrow morning and I can’t have a late night.”
    Maverick glanced at his watch. “What time do you want to start the afternoon shoot?”
    “If we start at four, it gives us an hour and a half of usable light. It should be enough.” She disengaged the camera from the tripod and glanced at the men. “Why?”
    Maverick shook his head. “Just asking.”
    Adrian packed her equipment and with the help of the men, she loaded it into her car, ready for use later. In her mind’s eye, the dust swirled under the hooves of the horses and the men both displayed their cocky grins that would coerce any female into buying the saddles. They managed to convince her into doing much more. Oh boy, maybe she enjoyed their activities involving her a little too much.
    “Adrian, doesn’t this belong to you?” Wade called from inside the stable, shaking her out of her reverie.
    “I don’t think I forgot anything.” She entered the stable and stopped inside the door.
    The men had strewn a blanket over the square Teff-grass bales stacked along the wall and stood hands on their hips on either side of the cloth. Their eyes twinkled and Adrian’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their intentions were clear and if she took one more step into the dusty room, she consented to the entertainment they had planned.
    She walked to Wade, pulled his head closer and planted a kiss on his lips. He gathered her to him and plastered her body against his frame. Her feet dangled a foot off the floor and she clamped her legs around his hips while exploring his mouth.
    When he lifted his head, both of them gulped in lungsful of air. Adrian’s body was on fire. She had to see them, taste them. After dropping her feet to the floor, she stepped away.
    “Take off your clothes,” she ordered.
    Both men shrugged out of their jackets and reached for their hats.
    Adrian held up her hand. “You can leave your hats on.”
    Wade met her gaze and smiled. “Why do I suspect we’re in the middle of playing out one of your fantasies to the tune of Joe Cocker singing?”
    If he only knew how many times she’d fantasized about ordering a man to keep his hat on while she ravished his body, he’d run a mile. Now she got to double her fantasy. She salivated at the thought but kept her face stern. “Get to it, cowboy.”
    Next to him, Maverick plucked the hem of his shirt from his jeans and reached for the collar to pull it over his head. Adrian wagged her finger at them before folding her arms.
    “Slowly. One button at a time.”
     
    Wade unbuttoned his shirt and Adrian’s pupils