Published by Phaze Books
Also by Sage Burnett
Breaking the Rules
Virgin Thief
Three of Hearts (print collection)
Wedding Crashers
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Gold Dollar Seduction
An erotic romance by
SAGE BURNETT
Gold Dollar Seduction copyright 2009 Sage Burnett
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ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-048-5
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Chapter One
Montana Territory 1882
Ben McCade strode into the Watering Hole Saloon, the two wood doors swinging in his wake.
“Bartender, give me another whiskey.” A cowboy hollered from across the crowded room.
Keys tingled loudly from the piano player in the corner in a lousy rendition of Buffalo Gals. Pay day for the local cowpunchers meant one hell of a rowdy night in town. Gold dollars weighed down the pockets of a dozen men from The Double Arrow ranch.
Smoke hung in the air like mist over a river.
With poker games going on at nearly every table and the saloon hall girls hanging on the drunkest of the lot, most of the wranglers’ pockets would be empty by sunrise.
Weaving his way through the crowd of boisterous men, he angled up to the bar where a half dozen cowboys stood shoulder to shoulder.
He caught the bartender’s eyes, a man with a barrel chest and slicked back gray hair and a matching gray mustache. “Shot of whiskey.”
Ben tugged out a five dollar gold piece. “Keep ’em coming until that’s gone.” He slid the money across the bar.
The bartender nodded as he poured the amber colored liquid into a glass. Ben’s eyes narrowed. “Give me the good stuff, not the watered down shit.”
The man leveled an irritated look on him, before downing the whiskey himself. He reached under the bar and brought up a different bottle.
“That’s more like it, pardner.”
“Ain’t gonna make no difference after a couple of drinks. You might as well keep your money. This here is the expensive whiskey.”
Ben half turned and surveyed the room again for a moment “Bet you’re charging all these cowboys the same price for the watered down whiskey.” He leaned an elbow on the polished wood bar. “They’ve been tending cattle for the past four months, with their mouths watering for good whiskey every night sitting around the campfire.”
A flush crept across the bartender’s face. “Keep it to yourself, pardner.” He picked up a clean glass and filled it.
Ben lifted the glass. “Much obliged.” He took a swallow, feeling the burn of the liquor slide down his throat.
He intended on keeping his money in his pocket tonight. He had already enjoyed a fine meal at the town cafe down the street. A few shots of whiskey and a woman was all he was looking for.
Ben needed a woman and bad. His cock ached like a sore tooth. As a wrangler at the Double Arrow, he’d been around dirty, and filthy talking men for too damn long.
Circling around, he searched the room for a suitable woman. If he had to pay, he had to take a liking to her. All the girls were decent looking, flaunting their tits in the low cut bright colored dresses.
A carrot topped redhead sashayed in his direction. Ben grinned. The woman, rouge on her face and lips painted a bright red, smiled and batted her lashes at him. The woman’s breasts threatened to spill out of the green dress because they were so plump. Ben licked his lips in anticipation while his cock swelled under his Levis. Nothing like big tits to make a man randy.
The woman had walked halfway across the room when a big burly cowboy reached out and grabbed her around the waist. She landed on his lap in an unladylike manner, showing the black lace garter above her knee.
Frowning, Ben watched the no good thief cup one of those large breasts and squeeze. The redhead looked over at Ben while the cowboy fondled her. He shoved down one strap of the dress exposing the big breast. The hard pink nipple seemed to point straight at him. He started to turn away when the man pinched the nipple. The three other men at the table hooted and hollered.
“Let me at those tits.” The nearest man reached for her other tit and squeezed.
The woman kept looking at Ben as she arched her back. While the two men fondled her, she trailed her tongue across her lips. Ben didn’t miss the invitation in her eyes or gesture.
The burly cowboy pushed a hand up her dress. Still staring at Ben, her tongue flicked out again. He didn’t mind watching if he was promised a poke later, but he wasn’t in a sharing mood tonight.
Ben took another swig of whiskey and decided he might as well enjoy the entertainment. The woman spread her legs wide. From where he was standing he couldn’t see what was under that dress, but his imagination conjured up all kinds of images. The redhead leaned back against the edge of the table giving the two men fondling both bared breasts better access.
The men cupped, squeezed, and kneaded her plump tits. Every once in a while she would glance over at him, to see if he was still watching. Ben raised the glass to let her know he was indeed watching.
The man that grabbed her in the first place, lifted the woman onto the table and stood up. He started to unbutton his pants while the other man spread her legs again and raised her dress up to her shapely thighs. Black garters held up her stockings. The room broke into loud yells, hollers, and whistles as all eyes ogled the threesome. The woman lay back on the table and cupped her breasts, which caused close to a riot in the saloon.
“No fornicating downstairs,” the bartender yelled above the noise. “Take it upstairs.”
The redhead pushed up on her elbows. “Come on, Hal. These men want me now.”
“Yeah, let ’em fuck her.” Someone hollered back.
“I warned you about this, Mandie.” The bartender circled around the bar. “No fornicating downstairs.”
She sat up, spread her legs as wide as they could go and arched her back.
The men cheered.
“You still want a job in the morning?” Hal scowled at her.
The burly man grabbed Mandie’s hands and dragged her off the table. “I’ll take care of you later.” He muscled aside the bartender and marched over to the staircase with the second cowboy following.
Still bared to the waist, breasts bouncing as she walked, Mandie paused and glanced over her shoulder at Ben. He shook his head. Her red lips formed into a pout before she glanced away. His gaze followed the three of them to the top of the stairs. Maybe he ought to reconsider. He had a feeling that Mandie could take on three men and satisfy all of them.
Like a flash of lightning across a lonely night prairie Mandie was forgotten when his gaze settled on a woman leaning over the banister and watching the crowd of loud and rowdy men.
His blood turned thick and hot. Ben drank more whiskey to wash away the parched feeling inside of his mouth.
Her light brown wavy hair, the color of steaming golden brown biscuits, cascaded down her back in soft waves. The blue satin dress hugged her body, but didn’t reveal nearly as much as the girls parading around the tables. Her face wasn’t painted and all dolled up like the other gals. The woman might not be the prettiest women he’d ever seen, but there was something about the lift of her chin and her straight posture.