Two Point Proposition

By Mary Winter

Sydney let her good friend Blake stay at her farm with the self-imposed condition of not acting on her attraction to him. Then she meets Luke, a bisexual cowboy who wants both of them. What’s a girl to do, but make a two point proposition?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Winter
• Release date: Jul 16, 2016

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Two Point Proposition

Two Point Proposition

TwoPointProposition

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Good Medicine, Juli’s Choice, StarMyst: Prodigal Son, StarMyst: Forgiven, Ursa Major, The Purrfect Man, Ghost Touch, Ghost Redeemed, Her Hungers, Two In Hand, The Marksman,

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Edited by MARY ANN HAVERLACK

ISBN# 978-0-9826023-1-7

Electronic Publication Date: JANUARY 2010

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Sydney let her good friend Blake stay at her farm with the self-imposed condition of not acting on her attraction to him. Then she meets Luke, a bisexual cowboy who wants both of them. What’s a girl to do, but make a two point proposition?

She stepped into the barn aisle, instantly comforted by the heads sliding over the barn doors and the soft greetings the horses gave her. She went to Knotty’s stall and checked on him. Satisfied he still had hay and his water bucket was full, she then went door-by-door and verified all the other horses were just as settled. They were, so she made her way to the pile of hay by the large double doors. Sitting down, she closed her eyes and found the quiet place in her mind that she visited before shows.

She could do this. Luke, Blake, both men had made it clear, albeit in different ways, that they wanted each other. She thought both men wanted her too. She had no doubts about Luke. Blake, however, was a bit different, but she thought he was starting to see her more as a woman, then as his good friend.

A dark shadow appeared in the doorway.

Hello? Sydney called, assuming it might be one of the guys, though it didn’t hurt to be safe.

The shape stepped into the barn, and she instantly recognized Luke’s lean form. Besides Katie’s men, he was the only other one in boots. Blake had stood out wearing his sneakers.

Hey, she said, but didn’t move.

Hey, yourself. So the horses okay?

She appreciated his keeping up the charade, though they both knew she hadn’t come out here for the horses. Yeah, they’re doing fine. I just like to check in on them, and I didn’t want to rush you guys home.

That’s good. I wouldn’t want to be rushed away. Luke sat down beside her. He stretched out his long legs and even in the dim light Sydney found her attention drawn to his muscular thighs.

Her body tightened. An instant of want, swift and needy, filled her. Heat flushed her cheeks and her sex grew damp at his nearness. The scent of his after shave, something masculine and woody, had her nipples hardening behind the lace of her bra.

No, I wouldn’t imagine you’d want to be rushed at all. Sydney verbally toyed with him, letting the image of Luke laying beside her in her four-poster bed fill her mind. With his hands and mouth, he’d worship her body, so slowly that she’d beg him for some kind of release. When you make your living eight seconds at a time, I’d guess that some things you’d want to last for hours.

Oh, you’re a wicked woman. Luke turned to her. He stroked his fingers lazily up and down her bare arm, each sweep of his hand sending new shivers down her spine. You know, I told James and Daniel I’d sworn off women.

Sydney laughed, and to her own ears it sounded huskier than usual. Funny, I told Katie the same thing. She swayed toward him, lips parted, wanting to put an end to this delicious tension spiraling between them. Just kiss me. Her tongue swept across her lower lip in invitation.

Very wicked, he whispered. Luke cupped her chin. He stared at her for a long moment, and then dipped his head.

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Two Point Proposition

Chapter One

Sydney leaned forward and patted the horse’s neck. For a colt no one wanted, Knothead was turning into a fine jumper. He sailed over the three foot jumps as easily as Daniel had claimed. He might not make a good roping horse, but Knothead loved to fly.

Ready to go again, boy? Sydney sat back in the saddle and shortened the reins.

Knotty flicked his ears back and forth, already prancing in place. Easy, she crooned, turning the horse back toward the line of log jumps set up along the fence.

Across the field, Blake Madison schooled one of his up-and-coming geldings. She’d setup a show jumping arena at the top of the hill, near the gate. The rest of the large enclosure was given to her cross-country jumps. The arrangement worked out well for Blake, and meant they could train at the same time without running into each other. His horse had qualified for some pretty high level events in the show jumping world, and Sydney watched as Blake took him over some of the taller, stadium-type jumps she had set up in the front of the field. Her chosen sport, Three Day Eventing, consisted of more natural obstacles. Made to resemble logs or hutches, the jumps had little give and a lot of danger. Blake’s show jumpers stayed in the arena, and they soared over obstacles painted vivid colors, sometimes designed to look like company logos. She often teased him that her sport seemed more butch compared to his, and he’d laugh, reminding them both that he was the Queen of this barn.

Only temporarily , Sydney reminded herself and wondered why that thought prompted a twinge of regret. Blake had lost his farm, some bad investments making it impossible for him to pay the mortgage. So she’d offered space, since she had acreage she wasn’t using. Even with his twenty horses on the property she still had plenty of room to expand. And even if his stay wasn’t temporary, Blake wanted nothing to do with her romantically. They were good friends, and both of them loved looking at the men.

She watched the athleticism Blake portrayed as he took his horse over the jumps. His buff-colored breeches cupped his ass and thighs, his tall boots gleaming on his long legs. He wore a t-shirt, revealing tanned forearms sprinkled with a light dusting of golden hair, and beneath his riding helmet was the sexiest sun-kissed blond hair she’d ever seen on a man. Take him out of the barn clothes and put him in shorts, he’d look like he’d flown in from California’s beaches.

Her libido jumped. Down girl. He’s not for you. Drawing a deep breath, she reluctantly turned  away from the masculine sight on the top of the hill. She had a horse to school for an upcoming show—several horses if she kept to her schedule—and she wanted to take her broodmare, Jezebel, out on a nice slow walk. Jezebel had had the spring and summer off and the vet claimed she was right on track for her May foaling date, just a few weeks away.

Besides, didn’t you tell Katie you had sworn off men ? The little voice in her head was starting to annoy her. Sure, she’d told her best friend exactly that several months ago, when Katie had been all ga-ga over James and Daniel. Not that Sydney blamed her friend. Hell, if she had two hotties that sexy living at her house, she’d be all over them. She didn’t. She had her good friend Blake.

She struggled to remind herself that he was her gay friend, Blake. Even if she did wonder about the rumors. One night when she’d attended a show with Blake, she’d opened her motel room to find him kissing a guy. She’d watched for a moment and when the kiss had ended, he’d muttered something about being the biggest man he’d ever seen.

No, she couldn’t think about such things. The two of them had been through too much shit to mess things up now.

Her mind firmly back on track, she cued Knotty into a nice, sweet canter. She’d gallop him later, but for now, she needed to have him controlled over these jumps. The close spaces, maybe one or two strides at the most, between the obstacles meant that both horse and rider had to be on their marks. She turned Knotty toward the front of the line and started counting in her head. One…two…jump! Land…one stride…jump! Oh yeah, Knotty hit his spacing perfectly, listening to her cues, shortening his stride as they went through a quick in-and-out jump, and then lengthening it for the last one. She didn’t hear the knock of hooves against the jumps. She’d have to see if Blake could take a video of her so she could share it with James and Daniel. Sydney bet they’d be very proud of their former horse.

She gave Knotty his head and cued him into a gallop. They kept to the edges of the fence, going more for endurance than for jump. There were a couple of obstacles, a larger spread jump, and a water hazard, she wanted to take him through, but soon enough, they reached the top of the hill where Blake was walking