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  When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!

  Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.

  Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.

  AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.

  Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.

  Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.

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  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

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  Carnal Compromise

  Copyright © 2011 by Robin L. Rotham

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-591-3

  Edited by Heather Osborn

  Cover by Scott Carpenter

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  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: August 2011

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  Carnal Compromise

  Robin L. Rotham

  Dedication

  To Mr. Robin, the original sexy farmer and the inspiration for my every flawed and funny hero. I could never have written a romance if I hadn't loved you.

  Chapter One

  “She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”

  Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really need to—she’d directed a similar look his way several times in the last few weeks.

  “Is that a problem?” he asked in a low voice. The RV wasn’t the best place for this conversation, especially with AJ sitting right behind them, but she had the TV turned up loud enough to drown them out.

  Joe rubbed his knuckles on his unshaven cheek. “It might be if you don’t find someplace else for her to bunk.”

  Brent studied the man who’d been his right hand and best friend for over six years. He’d never seen Joe this on edge. His jaw was tense, his blue eyes furtive, and his dark brown hair stood on end as if he’d been shoving his hands through it for the last hour while Brent was absorbed in his bookwork. When had he gone so salt-and-pepper? Even his moustache and beard stubble glinted with a considerable helping of silver.

  Actually, it was kind of surprising that AJ would be so attracted to a man showing as much wear as Joe did. Big, gruff and work-hardened, he looked older than his forty-seven years. Her attraction to Brent made more sense—he was younger, fairly laid-back and had the kind of lean blond looks that had attracted a lot of ladies over the years.

  “You think so?” he asked doubtfully. “She seems more like the type to just lust from afar rather than put the moves on a guy she works with.”

  “It’s not her moves I’m worried about.”

  Brent narrowed his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re interested.”

  “Maybe.”

  “You’re way out of her league.”

  He hadn’t intended it to be a warning, but that was how it came out. At thirty-four, AJ Pender might not be in the first blush of womanhood, but she was quiet, reserved and obviously still young and innocent in all the ways that counted. She wouldn’t have the least idea what to do if guys like them took her up on the unconscious offer in her eyes, and he’d just as soon it stayed that way.

  “Tell me about it,” Joe said impatiently. After another quick glance at AJ, he said, “Let’s get out of here. I need a drink.”

  Brent shut down his laptop without hesitation. Shoving the receipts back into their file folder, he stood up and unbuckled his belt to take off his pliers holster while Joe did the same. After he’d tucked the tail of his flannel shirt back into his jeans, he turned to look at AJ. The lanky blonde farmhand was curled up on one end of the couch in a baggy sweatshirt and faded jeans, dividing her attention between her own laptop and some medical drama on TV. Judging by the lack of keyboarding sounds, she’d been mostly reading rather than writing.

  If he were polite, he’d ask her to go along with them. Instead he asked, “Whatcha readin’, AJ?”

  Red flags appeared on her cheeks as she looked up, and she put on hand on the laptop’s lid as if she intended to slam it down if anyone came near enough to see what was on the screen. “Um, nothing. I mean, nothing much. Just an e-book. They’re a lot easier to carry around than a stack of paperbacks,” she hurried to explain.

  “An e-book, huh?” He tried not to grin. “We know someone who writes e-books, don’t we, Joe?”

  “We sure do,” Joe drawled, shrugging into his jacket. “Ever read anything by Amanda Garrity?”

  AJ’s blue eyes widened. “You know Amanda Garrity?”

  “Yup,” Brent said. “So you’ve read her books?”

  He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she turned even redder. “Well, um, I think I, uh—”

  “That’s okay, honey.” Brent winked at her. “We won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

  Instead of protesting her innocence, AJ just let her eyes slide to the TV and chewed on her lower lip. The confirmation that she read dirty books drew his balls up tight.

  Ignoring the reaction, he said, “So we’re headed to town. Need anything?”

  “Not unless you can get me a new pair of boots at the bar,” she said without looking at him. She was obviously uncomfortable with their knowing about her choice of reading material. It made him think, though. If AJ read the kind of books Mandy wrote, maybe she would know what to do if one of them—or both of them—put the moves on her.

  Don’t go there. You don’t fuck the hired hands, remember?

  But Joe had been known to once in a great while. It wasn’t a comforting thought.

  Her words finally registered and he asked, “You need boots?”

  “Yeah, I knocked the corner off a heel this morning. But that’s all right,” she said, keeping her eyes glued the television. “I’ll pick up a pair when we go through Sioux Falls.”

  “Okay then—guess we’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, snagging his jacket and cap off the hook by the door.

  She didn’t look up. “Have a good time.”

  “Will do.”

  They were both silent until they got into the truck and then Joe blew
out a loud breath. “Well, I didn’t see that coming.”

  Brent started up the engine. “Me neither.”

  “Shit, why do I feel bad about leaving her there?”

  “I don’t know. She seemed glad enough to see us go,” he said with a grin, pulling away from the camper. They could have walked, since the RV park was less than a mile from the bar, but driving everywhere was an ingrained habit. He’d never lived anyplace he didn’t have to drive at least a couple of miles to borrow a cup of sugar from a neighbor.

  “Yeah, but she spends too much time alone.”

  “That’s her choice, Joe. She knew when she hired on with a custom farming crew that she’d probably be the only woman.” And he tried to show her as little deference as possible for exactly that reason. If he treated her with kid gloves, she’d probably be uncomfortable and the guys would be resentful.

  When she’d reported for work at their North Platte job in September, hiring packet in hand and a laptop and duffel bag slung over her shoulders, he’d just about shit a brick. What the hell was Brenda thinking, sending a woman up here? And why the hell hadn’t she warned him?

  Well, the answer to that last one was obvious—he’d have vetoed her choice of hire without even giving AJ Pender a chance and Brenda knew it. It was just asking for trouble to put single women on custom farming crews. Hell, the quarters were tight enough already without tossing a decent-looking female into the mix, especially one who wasn’t related to any of the crew. But if he voiced that opinion in the wrong place, to the wrong person, he’d have the ACLU, the IRS, the SPCA, NASA and every other alphabet soup organization under the sun up his ass—assuming he still had an ass after Mandy and Brenda were through with him.

  But instead of sending her off, he’d looked AJ over from her crown of short, pale curls to the toes of her scuffed work boots and asked, “So what does AJ stand for?”

  “None of your business,” she replied, radiating tension. “I take it you were expecting a man?”

  Wisely, he’d held his tongue and given himself a minute to consider the situation. He’d been happy enough with her qualifications when Brenda emailed him her application, and she had that look about her that always got to him when he was interviewing displaced farmers.

  “Yeah, I was,” he finally said. “But I’ll get over it. I hope you weren’t expecting a ladies-only camper.”

  “No sir. I expect to be treated just like everyone else.”

  He pointed to his pickup. “In that case, you can stow your gear in the backseat for the time being and take over for Seth Dietz running that grain cart.”

  He’d planned on AJ bunking in with Seth and his younger brother Tim, but that was when he thought she was probably another young horndog. The only viable option was to put her in with Joe, who made no bones about his preference for lovers who disappeared before the sun came up the next morning. Brent had been prepared for Joe to grumble a little about having to share the bunkroom, but instead he’d just smirked and said, “You’re the boss.” That’s when it had dawned on him that AJ’s presence in their camper protected more than just her.

  “Come on.” Joe’s skeptical voice cut into Brent’s musings. “You know she wouldn’t be here if she’d had any other halfway agreeable choice.”

  Brent sighed as he pulled into the gravel lot behind the Shady Shanty. Joe was right. AJ didn’t say much, but she shared a little here and there—enough for them to know that her mother had died of cancer when she was in high school and she’d farmed with her daddy until he had a stroke. The man had spent months in the hospital before dying and his land had been sold off to pay the medical bills. Probably all she’d had left was her pride, something most farmers had in spades.

  Farming had been a risky proposition since the beginning of time, but it was also rewarding in a way few jobs were these days. It afforded a man—or a woman—the kind of independence that was hard to give up. After running his own custom farming business for so many years, Brent thought he’d probably rather just end it all than spend the rest of his life flipping burgers in some fast food joint, so he’d understood and sympathized with AJ’s desire to join his crew.

  Seeing her squared shoulders and the proud set to her chin that first day, he’d known she was fully prepared for him to show her the door. If he’d gone that route, she wouldn’t have cried or thrown a tantrum or threatened him with legal action like a lot of women would have—she’d have given a short nod and headed back down the road with her head held high, then looked for another crew to join.

  It was her desperate pride that had finally clinched it for him. He couldn’t turn her away. He’d had to give her a chance to prove herself, and so far, she’d done a damn fine job of it.

  Entering the bar through the side door, he and Joe slid into the booth in the back corner. The place was hopping for a Monday night, and despite the late hour, there were a few kids among the diners.

  “Chelsea’ll be right with you boys,” Kayla called from the window to the kitchen.

  Brent pushed back the bill of his cap as he nodded at her. “No hurry—we’ll just have a couple of shots of Jack with Bud chasers when she’s got time.”

  “And a medium combo,” Joe added.

  “You got it, Joe.”

  “Didn’t we just have supper?” Brent asked.

  “A bologna sandwich and chips ain’t supper—it’s lunch.”

  “True. I’m ready for a piece of Mandy’s apple pie.”

  “I’m ready for a piece of her ass, myself.”

  Joe’s disgruntled tone made Brent grin. “Man, you really are wound up.”

  “Well, it’s been awhile, and Mandy’s got a nice ass.” Then he gave Brent a pointed look, adding, “And since you won’t give me a piece of yours…”

  Brent stared back, daring Joe to go any further.

  Joe took the dare. “How much longer are you planning on holding out?”

  That was a damn good question, in light of how hard his cock had just grown. He’d been putting Joe off for a long time. Too long, probably. One of these days, the man was going to get tired of waiting and either take off or take what he wanted.

  The ragged pounding in his ears told Brent his blood pressure was spiking, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from swallowing the saliva that pooled under his tongue. “We didn’t come here to talk about that,” he said carefully. “We came here to talk about the bunkmate situation.”

  Joe looked at him steadily for a minute and then gave a slow smile that made Brent’s heart beat even faster. If his expression was anything to go by, Joe definitely wouldn’t be taking off when he got tired of waiting.

  “Whatever you say, boss,” Joe told him, leaning his head back against the worn wooden booth.

  Brent’s tension eased a little. Confrontation averted, at least for the moment. “Haven’t you hooked up with someone here before?” he asked. “A redhead, Tracy or Stacy something, right? Why don’t you give her a call?”

  Joe grimaced. “Stacy, and I already thought of that, but she got herself hitched a few months ago and is about to become a mama. That’s why she’s not working here anymore.”

  “Go figure.”

  “That’s what I said.”

  Chelsea appeared beside their table. “Pizza will be out in about ten, guys,” she said, depositing their drinks.

  After she walked off, Joe poured his beer into a glass as he continued. “I don’t think it would have helped anyway. I got laid in back Benton and still went to bed that night with a damn hard-on knowing AJ was sleeping two feet away.”

  Tossing back his own shot, Brent waited for the burn to subside into a pleasant tingle before sighing. “It’s that bad?”

  “Hell yes. She smells too damn good, even when she hasn’t been spanking the monkey.”

  Brent froze with the beer halfway to his lips and stared at him. “How do you know?”

  Joe raised a disbelieving brow. “You’re telling me you can’t smell it when a woman’s b
een masturbating in your room?”

  “I don’t think one ever has,” Brent admitted, taking a pull from his bottle while Joe tossed back the Jack. Sure, he’d gotten a nose full of plenty of rooms that reeked of sex in his day, but he was more inclined to indulge away from his own digs. The idea that AJ spent her alone time in his RV reading dirty books and playing with herself had his cock straining at his zipper again.

  “Count yourself lucky,” Joe said, grimacing at the afterburn. He took a swig of his beer and Brent felt an insane urge to lick the trace of gleaming foam from his moustache. “She usually does it while you and I are gone for the evening, and when I get back, I have to lie there all night, torturing myself with visions of her pumping her fingers in that sweet-smelling little cunt.”

  Well, now there was a distracting image. Brent tried to hold back a grin, but it came anyway. AJ was an interesting mass of contradictions. Her body was tall and angular, strong and capable, and yet she somehow managed to come across as fragile. She kept her blonde hair cropped close to her head, but that only emphasized the feminine vulnerability of her long, slender neck. She maintained a careful distance from the rest of the crew, and yet her pretty blue eyes watched Joe and him with a hunger that was all too apparent, at least to them.

  Maybe AJ should be the exception to his no-fucking-the-hired-hands policy. She obviously craved sex but was too levelheaded to shit in her own nest by screwing around with the other hands. She was a lot like him in that respect. And it was becoming apparent Joe wouldn’t settle down until he’d had her. Brent knew all too well that once the stubborn bastard got it in his head to fuck someone, he found a way to do it. It hadn’t happened to him yet, but he had the gnawing suspicion it was only a matter of time.

  “I’m getting a very bad idea,” he murmured.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “If she reads Mandy’s books, she’s probably got some pretty heavy-duty fantasies.”

  Joe stared at him for a minute, then his moustache started twitching. “We’re good at fulfilling fantasies.”