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    Chapter Eight
     
    I got down to some serious work the following day when I headed to Blake’s ranch. I took more photos of him, the surrounding scenery, and guys on horses, and I chatted with him about what a typical day was like for a cowboy. I knew it would be a great article, and not just because the subject was drop-dead gorgeous.
    We reached an open field where a bunch of his ranch workers were mending a fence, so I started snapping away.
    “By the way, we’re all set for our ménage tonight.” Just hearing that made my pussy moist. I turned to face him. “He’s very excited about it,” said Blake.
    “Have I already seen him—met him?”
    “Maybe, maybe not.”
    “Come on, you can tell me.”
    “Look out there. He’s one of those guys, and that’s all I’m going to tell you.” He gave me one of his devilish grins again.
    I looked over at the men working on the fence. They all looked pretty good from this distance. I put the camera up to my eye and focused the lens to bring each man closer into view.
    Blake sneaked up behind me and put his hand on my butt. “See any you like?” he asked.
    “It’s hard to tell from this distance. Is his cock as big as yours?”
    “You think I go around checking out other cowboys’ dicks? Guess you’ll just have to wait until tonight to find out.”
    “So you and he won’t be doing the wild thing together while I watch?”
    He gave my butt a squeeze. “No, definitely not us two cowboys…. This isn’t Brokeback Mountain.”
    I laughed. He laughed, too.
    “So have either of you been in a ménage before?” I asked.
    “Yep, both of us…not the same one I should add. And for both of us, it’s been with two ladies, so this is a first for him and me, and we’re pretty excited. And I haven’t asked you, but I’m guessing you’re what…twenty-five?”
    I knew he was being nice. “I’m twenty-nine.”
    “That’s even better, because I found you a young one. He’s only twenty-three, but he’s been divorced for a year and hasn’t had sex since, so I think you’ll find him more than ready for you.”
    “So how are we going to do this?”
    “Be at my place at 8 p.m.”
    I looked back at the guys then put the camera up to my eye again. Geez, they all looked pretty fantastic to me.
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    I didn’t know what to wear to Blake’s ranch. After all, we’d be getting naked anyway, so I opted for my sweater and jeans again. When I arrived at his house, I saw a note pinned on his door.
    Come in, go upstairs, and it’s the first room on the left. Get undressed and wrap the towel around you. We’ll be waiting in my bedroom, which is down the hall on the right. The door will be open. B, your favorite cowboy.
    I stepped inside. The house was spacious and gorgeous, with Western-style décor. Rugs covered the hardwood floors, and photos of the West hung on the walls in the entryway. It was quiet, and the stairs gave a few squeaks as I headed up them. I found the first room, obviously a spare bedroom. A light-blue towel was draped over a chair by the bed. As requested, I took off everything and wrapped it around me, securing it in the front, then walked along the hallway and found Blake’s bedroom. I stood in the doorway and saw him and another guy already sitting on either side of the bed with towels secured around their waists.
    “You coming in to join us or just going to stand there?” asked Blake. I walked into the room. “This, by the way, is Josh. Josh, this is Fiona.”
    “Pleased to meet you.”
    “Same here,” I said, standing by the bed. Blake had picked well. Josh had brown eyes and was dark-haired, muscular, and tanned from working in the sun but actually looked younger than twenty-three.
    “How about getting on the bed with us?” suggested Blake. I squeezed in between them. “You get to unwrap us in a minute, but how about giving us both a little kiss to start things off?”
    I leaned over and put my mouth