Double Her Pleasure (2 page)

A book sat on the dresser.

“What’s this?” She pointed, not wanting to touch something
fragile.

Trey flipped it open. “It’s a copy of my great grandmother’s
diary. The original is preserved in a museum at the county seat.”

“I love that you took the time to care for this place.” She
looked around, imagining what it would have been like living here. Oil lamps,
cooking over an open fire, hotter than Hades in the summer.

Trey took her cheeks in his palms. “Family is important. The
past, the future, they’re part of our present. We can’t lose sight of either of
them.” He kissed her then reached and turned off the light.

He was her deep thinker, grounded and stable, considerate
and kindhearted.

Megan wrapped her arms around him and squeezed.

He chuckled and did the same to her.

For a rough-cut cowboy, tough and serious, he was more
loving with her than anyone had ever been. Even her parents. She could easily
live in a little shack like this if she could be with him. And his brother.

“Your predecessors came out by wagon train?”

“That’s the short version. Long story; they rented five
boxcars and loaded them with the wagons, horses, supplies, and tools. They
hired a dozen drovers and the whole bunch of them rode out on the train. At the
end of the line, they loaded up the wagons and came out here.”

Megan couldn’t imagine how brave his great-grandmother had
to have been. “And the cattle?”

“Rounded up every wild Longhorn they could find and fenced
them in, bought up neighboring ranches, and ended up with one of the biggest
spreads this side of the Pecos River.”

She shook her head. “You’ll have to show me a map sometime—”

“Goddamn.” Garret’s voice interrupted the moment.

Megan and Trey walked out of the shed and Trey locked up.

Garret shoved his phone in his pocket. “Sheriff Boyd says he
can’t get any info from Canada on this guy.”

Her stalker. He’d already caused so much trouble for her
men. Sending a bouquet anonymously, leaving a rose on the windshield of
Garret’s sports car when the two of them were at a bar in town one night.

“Why the hell not?” Trey strode over.

“Says there’s some kind of a block on information.” A
wrinkle formed between his brows as he looked at her. “Has he got some kind of
connections with law enforcement?”

She thought for a moment. “It’s been a lot of years since
college, but I don’t think he ever mentioned it. And I’ve read the transcripts
of the trial and didn’t see anything in them.”

Garret let out a long breath. “That had to be tough.”

She shook her head. “I was so dazed during the trial, I
missed most of it.” She looked down at her sandals, dusty with the dry Texas
soil. “I needed to know everything. To remember.”

Trey placed his hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart. I wish
this wasn’t happening to you again.”

“Yeah.” Garret kicked dirt with his boot. “We need to let
Dad know.”

Sliding his hand across her shoulders, Trey pulled her
close. “Somethin’ else we need to tell Dad first.” He looked toward the house.
“And Mom.”

Megan’s stomach did a flip. “If you think it’s best to
wait...” She knew they wouldn’t go for it.

“Don’t make me put you over my shoulder again.” Trey started
walking, tugging her along.

“That was kind of fun.” She wrapped her arm around his
waist.

Garret opened the kitchen door and Megan walked in first.

Patty leaned on the kitchen counter, a pinched tightness
around her mouth. Derrick sat at the table, a half a sandwich and a cup of
coffee in front of him. His thick graying hair was mussed from his nap. He
frowned, and his big, gray mustache curved like a half-moon. “What’s so
all-fired important you had to wake me up?”

Megan curbed the urge to turn and run.

Garret crossed his arms over his chest.

“Listen, this is hard enough to do without you grumbling
like an old oil well.” Trey cocked a brow at his father.

Derrick sat back in his chair and waved a hand at them. “Out
with it, then.” His light blue eyes pierced Megan’s when he caught her gaze.

Garret tipped his head down, like a bull ready to charge.
“Megan is with us.” He looked at his mother. “She’s with both of us.”

Derrick’s brows dropped. “Are you saying, separate, or all
at one time?”

“Daddy.” Patty’s voice snapped and she turned her head away,
looking toward the back of the kitchen, out the window at the old homestead
site.

“Well...” Derrick planted his fist on the table. “I just
want to understand what’s happening here.”

Megan narrowed her eyes. Neither parent seemed shocked by
the news that their sons were sleeping with the same woman. Their responses
were nothing like she thought they’d be.

“All at once, if you gotta know.” Trey glanced at her. “And
we’re going to try to make this work.”

Megan’s heart skittered and a smile forced its way onto her
lips.

“Make it work?” Patty tossed up her arms. “How exactly does
this ‘work’?” She stomped barefoot to the table and plopped down on a chair next
to her husband. “We want grandkids.”

The breath left Megan’s lungs. She and her men had never
talked about anything that...permanent. The guys were silent. She needed to
engage their parents. “I know this is a surprise for you. Just as it was for
me.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “Connecting with both your sons was
not the way I pictured this happening.” She swallowed. “But we did connect, the
three of us, and I can’t tell you how happy I am.”

“Pffft.” Patty rolled her eyes. “Of course you’re happy. I
mean, look at these two.” She waved her hand at her sons then looked at her
husband. “What woman wouldn’t want to double up?”

Derrick’s head jerked back as if he’d been punched.

Garret let out a coughing laugh.

Trey set his hand on Megan’s lower back. “Anyway, Garret and
I are happy too, and we—”

Derrick held out a hand to stop his son as he scowled at his
wife. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Oh come on.” She faced him down. “Don’t tell me you
wouldn’t like two gorgeous young women in your world.”

He worked his jaw for a minute. “If they did all the
housework so I didn’t have to vacuum, then yes.” He picked up his sandwich and
took a big bite, chewing decisively.

Patty froze for a minute, then smiled briefly. Glancing at
Megan, she folded her hands on the table. “I saw the tabloid from when the boys
were in Chicago with you.” She looked at Garret and Trey. “I guess this isn’t
as big a shock to me as it is to your dad.”

Derrick sipped his coffee. “Not a surprise to me.” He wiped
his mouth with a paper napkin. “Talk’s been circulating around town since you
boys were just out of high school.”

Trey and Garret exchanged glances and Patty raised her brows
at her husband.

“Word was, your proclivity was to share a woman.” Derrick
barely glanced at Megan.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” Patty’s voice snapped.

“It’s men-talk, Momma. Nothing I’d bring home to you.”

“Men. Talk.” Patty grimaced, then looked at Trey. “So,
this...um...proclivity has been...with you for that long?”

Trey nodded once.

Megan glanced at him. His neck was red and his cheeks had a
little color, too. He sure didn’t want to go into details with his mother.

“And Megan is different than the others?” Patty looked at
her. “Sorry to talk about you as if you weren’t in the room, dear.”

She smiled. “It’s fine.” Fine, because she wished she
wasn’t
in the room.

Garret uncrossed his arms. “She’s not like anyone either of
us has met before.” He took Megan’s hand and looked into her eyes. She lost
herself for a minute in the evening-sky blue irises. “She’s the one.”

Her chest froze, then she sucked in air. Blinking, she
fought back tears, emotion, and the urge to run into his arms and never leave
them.

“Well, okay.” Patty’s shoulders drooped. “If you’re set on
this, I guess we can be modern enough to find a way to accept it.” She frowned
at her husband. “Derrick?”

He shrugged. “Can’t say I would ever share my sweetie, but
if it’s what you boys really want, it’s okay with me.” He looked directly at
Megan, his light blue eyes cut straight to her soul. “You’ll make them happy.”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

Megan nodded.

“And you’ll promise to discuss babies?” Patty’s gaze was
just as direct.

Babies? Holy hell. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough.
“I promise to discuss them.” Just discuss, not
make
.

Derrick picked up his sandwich. “Go on then, get, now. Ms
Patty and I have a lot to discuss, here.”

Trey guided her toward the door, grabbed his hat from the
peg next to it , then turned. “One more thing. Megan’s parents are flying in
from Alaska. We’d like to put them up here with you.”

Derrick tossed his sandwich on the plate and flopped his
arms on the table. “Why the hell not? I could use one more thing to interrupt
my sleep.”

Megan giggled and pressed her fingers over her mouth to stop
it.

Garret laughed as he pulled out a chair and sat. “Go on
ahead, Trey. I’ll fill Dad in on what the sheriff told me.”

She and Trey headed out the door. In the truck on the way
back to the main ranch house, Trey was quiet. After a few minutes, she reached
for his hand. “That wasn’t as bad as I expected.”

He gave her a half smile and kissed her knuckles. “Not bad
at all.” He focused on the road again.

“What’s wrong, Trey?”

He just shook his head.

****

Trey didn’t want to get into the rotten feeling curling deep
in his gut. They’d kept the talk about Megan’s stalker to a minimum, not
wanting to have her on edge all the time. Or at least not any more than she
already was.

The sheriff’s message—that they couldn’t access Canadian
records on the bastard who was stalking Megan—wasn’t right. Seemed too
convenient. For the bastard.

“I’m just thinkin’.” Trey pulled into the driveway, turned
off the ignition, and glanced at Megan. “Inez is gone for the day. Garret will
be a while.” In his jeans, his cock grew as an ache built in his groin.

Her eyes opened wide. “You know what I was thinking?”

He waited.

“The exact same thing.”

He reached for his door handle and was out in seconds.

She followed, not waiting for him to get the door for her.

He let the security guard go until further notice, and once
inside the kitchen, Trey grabbed Megan’s shoulders. Soft and sexy, she smelled
of fresh air and the flowery perfume she used. His mouth watered and a rogue
blast of lust hit him deep in his belly. Pulling her against him, he backed her
three steps to the refrigerator and flattened himself along her soft, curvy
body.

“Oh. So...” Her voice was breathless. “You’re hungry?” Her
beautiful green eyes darkened.

“Hell yeah, I’m hungry.” His hips thrust forward, rubbing
his hardening cock against her belly. “You’re gonna feed me.”

“Whatever you want, cowboy, and all you can handle.”
Grabbing his hat, she tugged it off and sent it sailing.

“God, you make me laugh.” Being with her was fun, always an
adventure, and too goddamn addictive.

Her hand gripped his hard cock through his jeans. “What I
want is to make you come.”

Desire, hot and lethal, gripped him and he had to be inside
her. Now. “Back left pocket. Condom.” His hands tugged up her sexy little
skirt, trailed up her hips to the skimpy thong she wore.

With one hand, Megan reached for the condom, her other hand
made fast work of his belt buckle and the button and zipper of his jeans. She
shoved his underwear and pants down until they reached his knees.

Trey’s cock burst free and rubbed against the material of
her skirt. Sexy, unexpectedly wicked, almost enough to pop him off, but he
wanted inside her. He ripped the sides of her thong and pulled the scrap of
fabric from her body, tossing it over his shoulder.

Her grin was pure lust. “You know I like it when you’re bad,
Trey.”

“If I’m ever
not
bad, you just smack me upside the
head and remind me.”

Her hand went to his temple. “I’ll never, ever hit this sexy
head of yours.” Her hand slid down between their bodies and grasped his shaft.
“Or this one.”

His cock jerked in her fingers. He lifted her leg and slung
it over his elbow, pressing his hand against the refrigerator door. “Touch my
cock to your sweet pussy.”

Her eyelids drooped, her hand guided his head to her soft,
trimmed lips, and she slid his knob along the hot, slick folds.

His eyes closed as shivers of desire skittered along his
spine. The thought of taking her this way, riding bareback, nothing between her
soft opening and his rock-hard cock, put wicked ideas in his head. “Damn.” Why
did the idea of having babies with this woman get stuck in his brain?

Megan lowered her body, guiding the top half of his knob
into her slit.

“Whoa, now.” Despite wanting to push forward, he pulled
back. “We can’t risk it.”

“I’m on the pill.” She slid herself onto his shaft again.

“Yeah?” How effective was that? “We don’t have to use both?”

“The pill is twice as effective as a condom. And I know
you’re safe, medically speaking.”

He nodded. He’d shown her the letter from his doctor.

“And you know I’m safe.” She’d been tested, too. She frowned
and blinked a couple times. “But if you want to use both...at least until I can
get to town and get something additional to use.”

“We should, but...” Pushing his cock deeper inside her, he
gave in to the urge to feel her skin against his. “Just for a second.” He slid
all the way inside.

Her core was slick and soft as it hugged his cock tight.
“Fuck, that feels good.”

Megan’s eyes closed and her head tipped back against the
fridge. “Mm. Feels so much better. I want this always.”

He slid out then back in. Once more wouldn’t hurt, would it?
But he knew he had to be more than safe for her sake. For all their sakes. When
he pulled out, the loss of her heat around him nearly killed him.

Megan ripped open the condom package and had him sheathed in
seconds.

“We’ll figure out a way to get you to town.” Holding her by
her ass cheeks, he guided her over his cock and let her drop onto him. Her heat
clenched around him. He grinned. “But this’ll do for now.” At least he would
last a little longer this way. When he’d been bare inside her, he’d almost been
a minute man.

Megan grabbed his shoulders and moved with him, sliding
herself along his cock.

Blasts of white heat exploded in his groin with each thrust,
and shot up his spine, rattling his brain.

Megan purred and rubbed her chest against his. Even through
his shirt, and her shirt and bra, her hard nipples kicked up his need to
release into her.

The kitchen door opened.

He and Megan swiveled their heads.

“You get five minutes alone with her, and you go at her like
a stud bull?” Garret shut the door with a naughty grin. “But keep goin’. Y’all
need your one-on-one time.”

Megan looked at Trey, her eyes shining, her lips curving up.
“Yeah, stud, keep goin’.”

His damn brother knew exactly how to spoil a mood. They’d
initiated the one-on-one policy when Megan had arrived on the ranch last week.
Before then, Trey and Garret always double-teamed the women they shared. Megan,
though, she was different.

She was someone he wanted to keep around for a long, long
time. “You gonna give us some privacy?” He pushed his cock into her an inch and
pulled out the same length.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Nope.” Garret crossed to the table and turned a chair to
face them. “The rules didn’t say nothing about not watching.”

Megan giggled. “Kinky.”

Trey pumped his shaft in and out of her, not caring if his
brother watched anymore, because he had a plan for revenge. “Our hot little
sweetheart here has something kinky in mind, too.”

“Oh, yeah?” He moved the chair a few inches, choosing his
view.

“She wants to ride us...bareback.”

Garret stopped halfway seated. His gaze locked with Megan’s
and his brows lifted. “Yeah?”

She licked her lips, breathless from Trey’s fast thrusts. “I
want to feel you both, your flesh against mine as you shove those hot cocks
into me.”

“Aw hell, baby.” Garret plopped down on the chair, his hand
at the rise in his fly. “Nothing I’d like better.” He rubbed his cock through
the denim. “I got tested last week, got the doctor’s note.” He unbuckled his
belt, his gaze intent on the spot where Megan’s pussy was getting pounded into
by Trey’s cock.

Shit, there was something about being watched... Trey’s gaze
locked with Megan’s.

Her eyes turned darker and rolled back. “Now, Trey.”

He adjusted his hips and punched his staff into her, letting
the blast furnace heating his groin flare up his spine to send his brain
exploding, his body pumping with the beat of his thudding heart.

Around his cock, her tight core pulsed like fists holding
and milking him. His balls shot wild spurts of cum deep into her as she cried
out and scratched his shoulders.

When the flames began to burn out, he caught his breath,
slowed his pumping, and kissed her neck. “Beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Mm.” Her body shook with an aftershock, and he wished they
were in bed, instead of up against the refrigerator.

“Sexy, Megan.” Garret’s voice brought Trey quickly back from
the warm piece of paradise he’d been floating in.

“She is, brother.” Trey withdrew, lowered her leg, and held
her up while she caught her balance.

She kissed him and looked at his brother. “This voyeur
addition to our relationship, I could get used to it.”

Trey didn’t think he ever wanted to be the one who had to
watch, instead of fuck. He released her and turned to deal with the condom.

Garret sat with his jeans down to mid-thigh, his cock hard
in his hand. “What’s this about riding bareback?”

Megan walked slowly toward him, running her tongue over her
lips. “I just need to get to town to get a second method of birth control so we
don’t accidentally make your parents into grandparents.”