Barry Logan’s day starts out shitty and continues to go down the crapper. His car breaks down in the Middle of Nowhere, Colorado. The only mechanic for miles is out of town, forcing Barry to hole up and await his return. Bored and hungry, Barry goes to the town’s only bar in search of food and entertainment. The former is almost inedible, but his interest in the latter is piqued when two specimens of cowboy perfection walk in. Barry has always had a thing for cowboys, and he’s been on a mission to get up close and personal with as many as possible before flying home to England. Having two cowboys at the same time would be a new experience, and one Barry is eager to try. So when the two men leave the bar, Barry follows in hot pursuit. He overhears them arguing about whose turn it is to bottom that night. Without thinking, Barry offers his services. Jimmy Pierce and Jake Wilson drive Barry back to the Double J ranch for a night of wild passion he won’t forget. The next morning, Barry wakes in an empty bed to a beeping smoke alarm. It seems the ranch cook quit the night before, leaving Jimmy, Jake, and their three ranch hands to fend for themselves. Barry immediately takes charge. His cooking meets with everyone’s approval, and he agrees to stay on both in the kitchen and in Jimmy’s and Jake’s bed. The two cowboys are physically demonstrative, both with each other as well as with Barry, who finds himself falling fast for both of them. It’s like a dream come true -- Barry has two men and a job he loves. But petty jealousies, rivalries, and miscommunications threaten to shatter the dream, and when Barry’s scheming ex shows up, things get even worse. Sandwiched between two cowboy lovers, has Barry bitten off more than he can chew?

Cowboy Sandwich

Barry rubbed his eyes and felt remarkably refreshed. 


Looking around, he saw that the TV had been switched off and the fire had burned down to ash. “The game over?” 


Jimmy grinned. “Nope. It’s just about to start.”


“Bring it on, stud.” Looking over at Jake, Barry added, “Studs.”


Jake moved Barry’s legs from his lap, stood, and stretched. Barry looked hungrily at the red flannel shirt that he would very soon be peeling away. But he forced himself to put his lustful thoughts aside because he had a couple of duties to attend to in the kitchen first.


“You’re going the wrong way,” Jimmy said when Barry turned toward the kitchen instead of their bedroom. 


“Just need to put those containers of chili in the freezer and check the door is locked.”


To Barry’s surprise, the men followed him into the kitchen.


“You don’t get away from us that easily,” Jake growled.


Chapter 22