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  The Male Order, Texas Collection

  A Bride for Two Hotshots

  Rivals Melanie Brickman and Brayden Miller travel to Male Order to compete in the Texas Line Dance Championships. In rehearsals with up-and-coming line dance choreographer Darrion Crawley, their competitive streaks reach fever pitch. It seems they can’t possibly get along.

  Romance is the last thing on Darrion’s mind. He’s more focused on getting his choreography career going after a back injury destroyed his ability to compete. But as a native of Male Order, the allure of sharing the dynamic Melanie with his longtime friend Brayden begins to take hold of his mind, heart, and body.

  Just when it seems that Melanie and Brayden might be able to put aside their differences for the sake of romance, trouble strikes Male Order, targeting the competition. The three of them need to save the day and survive, not just so that they can compete, but so they can finally commit to love.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 36,236 words

  A BRIDE FOR TWO HOTSHOTS

  The Male Order, Texas Collection

  Olivia Jordan

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  A BRIDE FOR TWO HOTSHOTS

  Copyright © 2011 by Olivia Jordan

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  A BRIDE FOR TWO HOTSHOTS

  The Male Order, Texas Collection

  OLIVIA JORDAN

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter 1

  The sound of glass breaking threw Brayden Miller off the beat of the music that filled the dance studio. Darrion Crawley hit the pause button on the CD player and poked his head outside the door.

  “Shit!” he exclaimed, causing Brayden to run.

  Looking out, Brayden saw that all three cars in the parking lot now had broken windshields. The culprit was nowhere in sight.

  “I’ll go get Alexis,” Darrion said. “You call the cops.”

  Brayden tried to keep his temper under control as he spoke with the dispatcher. I’ve barely had this truck a month, and now some jackass goes and smashes it up. Like I need more stress right now. The National Line Dance Championships were only a week away, and he had serious work to do if he was going to reclaim the status he’d held before blowing out his knee eighteen months before.

  “Fuck!” Brayden heard Alexis Burke-Pierce before she even crossed the parking lot. “Now, don’t you repeat that,” she said to her son, Ethan, whom she carried on her hip. “That’s a grown-up word.”

  “Looks like someone had it out for all three of us,” Darrion said. “Are the cops on their way?”

  “Yeah, and they’d better hurry up. I still have work to do. I want to do a perfect run-through of my dance before we start working on your choreography.”

  Fortunately, a police car pulled up a few minutes later.

  “Can y’all tell us what happened here?”

  “I don’t know,” Alexis said. “I was in the office trying to finish some paperwork before students started showing up, and had Sesame Street on in the background to keep Ethan entertained. I didn’t hear a thing.”

  “Brayden and I were rehearsing in the smaller studio, the one without windows, so we didn’t see anything. We heard the windshields breaking and ran out right away, but whoever did this moves fast. Nobody was there.”

  “Mrs. Burke-Pierce, do you have any enemies? Anyone who may wish to do harm to you or the studio?”

  “No, I can’t think of anyone.”

  “What about you, Mr. Crawley?”

  “As far as I know, I only have friends in this town.”

  “What about you, sir?”

  Brayden offered his hand. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Brayden Miller. Nice to meet you.”

  The officer looked Brayden up and down. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

  Brayden shook his head. “I’m a dancer based out of Houston. I got in town last night. I’m rehearsing with Darrion all week to prepare for the line dance championships next weekend.”

  “I take it you don’t have any enemies in Male Order, then, since you’re not from around here.”

  “I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve visited the town a few times to hang out and get coaching from Darrion, but everyone here has always been friendly.”

  The officer nodded. “Well, normally, we chalk this up to basic teenage vandalism, especially because it doesn’t seem as though you’ve been targeted for any particular reason. Still, if it will make you feel more comfortable, we’ll send extra patrol around here, especially at night. I’
ll file a report, and we’ll be on top of any other suspicious activity that happens. I’m sorry we can’t do more, but this is the best we have for right now. If anything, this is probably an isolated incident, but these extra precautions will hopefully drive away any potential repeat offenders.”

  “We really appreciate that, officer,” Alexis said, shaking their hands. Darrion and Brayden followed suit.

  Brayden glanced at his watch. “Shit. That ate up all the time I had to finish polishing what I was working on for the mixed competition. I feel good about the men’s event, but if I’m going to face down Melanie again, I need to keep going. Could we maybe postpone working on the choreography for another twenty minutes?”

  Darrion shook his head. “Wish I could, but there’s going to be a second dancer performing with you, and I don’t want to disrupt her schedule.”

  “I don’t see another dancer.”

  Darrion nodded toward the end of the parking lot, where a vintage green Ford was pulling in. Brayden’s stomach sank as he saw Melanie Brickman hop out. Even in his dismay, though, his cock fluttered. He’d never gotten along with her, but she never failed to turn him on.

  Brayden had met Melanie on the line dance competition circuit. He’d been attracted to her wavy brown hair and sexy curves from the minute he saw her, but the rivalry that had sparked between them never allowed for him to act on his carnal desires. While men and women competed separately for most of the general line dance categories, both sexes competed against each other in the mixed division, an event that focused on improvisational line dancing. Melanie and Brayden were at the top of their respective divisions, but she always beat him when they competed against each other in mixed events. Even though she was two years younger, Melanie had won more all-around titles than Brayden ever had.

  Sitting out of the competition circuit for more than a year, Brayden had grown increasingly frustrated as Melanie kept on winning. This year’s championships would be his return to the competition world, and he didn’t just want to prove that he was back on top. He wanted to beat Melanie in Mixed once and for all.

  Now, it appeared they would be dancing together in Darrion’s entry for the choreography competition. He couldn’t believe that Melanie was walking toward him, looking sexier than ever. Her brown hair was shot through with red and blonde highlights, and her glossy lips formed a perfect pout. She wore a small, tight vest with nothing underneath it, and Brayden couldn’t help but fantasize about her perfect, round breasts busting open the buttons, the way they would feel in his hands, and the way her nipples would form peaks as he rolled them between his fingers or licked them with his tongue. He tried to shake off the fantasy when he realized how uncomfortably tight his pants were becoming in light of his erection, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sight of tight jeans clinging to her curvy hips, and his cock went even stiffer.

  I hope she only looks me in the eye, he thought. It would never do for her to even guess how much she turned him on.

  “What is she doing here?” Brayden whispered at Darrion as Melanie approached.

  “There’s no limit to the number of performers I have presenting my choreography. I decided I wanted to have the two best dancers on the circuit showing off my work for the judges. I mean, I know I’m a pretty good choreographer, but I also know that having some amazing talent showing it off isn’t going to hurt my chances of winning.”

  “Hey, y’all,” Melanie said. “Are you talking about me?”

  “Everyone is talking about you,” Darrion said.

  “You’re sweet.” She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before turning to Brayden. “So, finally back in the saddle, I see.”

  “Yep.”

  “The rumor is you’re just as good as you used to be.”

  “The rumors are wrong. I’m even better.”

  “I suppose we’ll see about that next weekend. By the way, good luck dancing with that.” She smirked as her eyes drifted down toward his crotch.

  Brayden felt his face start to heat up with embarrassment. He was grateful when Alexis jumped into the conversation

  “Hi, I’m Alexis, and this is my son, Ethan. I own this studio, and my husbands and I are very excited to be hosting the championships this year.” She stuck out her hand a little too enthusiastically, eager to break the tension settling over the small group.

  “Melanie Brickman. So what they say about Male Order is true, eh? Two men for every woman?”

  Alexis smiled. “Indeed it is. Mine are off pioneering green energy.”

  “Well, now I’m really excited that the council decided to hold the competition here this year. Maybe I can get me two cowboys for a post-victory romp in the hay.”

  Alexis grinned. “I am sure there are a number of eligible men in this town who would be happy to share you for a night—or more. Can I give you a tour of the studio?”

  “That would be great, thanks. By the way, what happened to those cars?”

  “Ugh. Long story. I’ll tell you inside.”

  * * * *

  As Melanie and Alexis walked back into the building, Darrion spent a few minutes savoring the way Melanie’s round, firm ass moved as she walked. He was just starting to get engrossed in a fantasy of playing with her tight hole as he fucked her wet pussy when Brayden interrupted his reverie.

  “So I’m not good enough to dance your choreography by myself? You need Melanie fucking Brickman to come in and win for you?”

  Darrion sighed. He’d anticipated Brayden being irritated about having to work with her, but still didn’t relish having to deal with the rivalry he had with Melanie.

  “Brayden, you’re great, you know that. Yeah, you’ve been out for awhile, but you weren’t lying when you said you’re stronger than ever. But Melanie is also amazing. I wasn’t about to let such a fantastic dancer team up with one of my competitors.”

  “I thought we were friends, man. You really had to invite my arch-nemesis to help dance your choreo?”

  “This is not all about you. I couldn’t compete after my back injury. The choreography division is my only avenue back.”

  Brayden averted his gaze. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, man.”

  “I know, I know. I just said I was sorry.”

  “Do you realize that if this wins, I might have a legacy? My dance might end up being performed in bars or used in competitions. Studios might teach it in their classes.”

  “Yes, I know. How many more times do I have to apologize?”

  “I know you don’t like Melanie. Could the two of you just please set aside your differences for one week to help me out?”

  “Of course, Darrion. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

  “Thanks. Now let’s get to work.”

  Melanie was warming up when Darrion and Brayden walked in. “Took the two of you long enough. What on earth were you chitchatting about?”

  “Nothing,” Brayden said. “Let’s just start rehearsing. We don’t have much time.”

  * * * *

  Melanie tried to focus on Darrion’s instructions rather than staring at the two hot asses standing in front of her, both of which were hugged by pairs of low-slung, well-worn jeans. Even the briefest glances at their tall, toned bodies made her pussy wet.

  But the last thing she wanted was to get involved with the two of them. For one thing, she wasn’t about to complicate her working relationship with Darrion. There were plenty of sexy dancers who wouldn’t create conflicts of interest.

  Then, of course, was her rivalry with Brayden, a rivalry which he’d created and she’d always resented. A few years before, rumors had spread that they’d hated each other. Brayden fueled the flames, and it was as though a conflict that had never existed had become real. Since she couldn’t dispel the falsehoods that spread about their antagonistic relationship, she just let them go, and hoped they’d fizzle out over time. Unfortunately, they’d only grown stronger since Brayden had announced he was finally coming back after his injury.

/>   Not that Melanie wasn’t competitive. She worked hard, and she danced to win. She never singled Brayden out as a special rival, separate from all the other competitors she went up against. The tensions between them were completely of his own making, and she was annoyed that he had created them in the first place.

  To top it all off, he couldn’t even be civil to her when they had to work together. She wished he didn’t have such a hot body so she wouldn’t have to deal with the frustrations of lusting after someone who treated her like crap.

  “Melanie, did you get that?” Darrion’s voice broke through her fog.

  “Um, uh, no, sorry.” Melanie decided it would be easier to come clean rather than try to fake her way through and fail. “I’m a little lost. Can you back up about sixteen counts?”

  Darrion smiled, and her pulse raced as she admired his strong jawline and the twinkle in his eye. “Sure, no problem.”

  “Try to pay attention next time,” Brayden snapped.

  “Try not to drift off the line when we run through it with music,” she shot back.

  “Okay, rather than review, let’s just take a five-minute break,” Darrion said. “Both of you go get some water and then clear your heads. Then we are going to get down to business, and you are going to stand down and quit attacking each other every second you get. Because if you keep this up, I will replace both of you. I am not going to blow my chances of winning this thing over this stupid tiff.”

  Melanie wanted to protest and explain that Brayden had started all the drama in the first place, but she knew it would be useless. Darrion was clearly pissed, and at that moment, he didn’t care whose fault it was. Plus, she knew that Darrion and Brayden were close friends and that Darrion wouldn’t want to hear her trash-talking Brayden.