Double Her Pleasure (7 page)

“Easy. We’re almost home.” He took the corners fast, leaning
to keep all four wheels on the ground. Poor girl had to be jittery after
everything she’d gone through today. He pulled right up to the steps and helped
her off and into the house.

Inside the kitchen, the cool air swirled around them and he
pulled her tight against him. “How did it go over there?”

She shrugged and buried her face in his chest. “Okay. About
what I expected.”

“If you want to talk about it, I’m here.”

Megan tipped up her head. “Thanks. It’s all too much to take
in right now. I need a good meal and a good...” She bit her lip and gave him a
wicked look. “Night in bed, to get me back on track.”

“Hmmm.” His cock filled instantly and he rubbed his erection
against her belly. “I can give you the bed stuff. Let’s see what Inez left for
us in the fridge.”

She backed away, smiling. “I’m cooking tonight.” She looked
past him and her eyes widened.

Trey spun, expecting trouble.

Garret stood leaning against the laundry room door, wearing
nothing but a towel around his hips. “Don’t think I’m not going to be part of
the ‘bed stuff’ tonight.” He stepped forward, barefoot. “And whatever you’re
cooking, I’m eating.”

Megan rubbed her hands together. “Inez added a few things to
the grocery order for me. Give me an hour alone in the kitchen and I’ll make
you something so Canadian, you’ll want to expatriate immediately.”

Trey laughed. “That good, huh?”

She nodded and went to the fridge.

“Canadian, like penguin steaks and polar bear pâté?” Garret
rubbed his stomach.

Megan looked at him over the fridge door. “Penguins in
Canada? Really?”

“Hey, geography isn’t one of my strengths.”

“But walking around in a towel with a woody is?” Trey
couldn’t stop the burst of jealousy at leaving the two of them alone.

“I’m out of clothes, so I’ll be in and out doing my laundry.
But don’t mind me.” He grinned as he looked down at the bulge tenting the front
of his towel.

“Inez will wash for you.” Trey grabbed his hat and tugged it
on. He had a few things to do in the machine shop before he called it quits for
the day.

“Inez dries the living shit out of my clothes. Some of my
jeans are custom made for me.”

“Bro, you don’t think that’s crazy? Spending hundreds on
pants?” Trey grabbed the door handle.

Megan laughed. “Hundreds? Probably more like thousands.” She
hauled a big bag of potatoes to the sink.

“I suppose now that I’m back home, you want me to buy my
jeans from the tractor supply store, like you do.” Garret gestured to Trey’s
legs.

Megan’s head spun toward Garret.

“Back home?” Trey hoped it was more than just a slip. That
his brother was home for good.

“Don’t start on me.” Garret lifted his hands and walked out
of the room. “Gotta make some calls to LA.” He disappeared from the room and
running footsteps headed up the stairs.

Megan turned her gaze toward him. “That was interesting.”

He nodded. Just like he warned his mother not to do, Trey
wasn’t going to read anything into anyone’s words. He opened the door. “Back in
an hour.”

“Okay.” She started peeling potatoes. The homey sound of the
scraper, the sight of her standing at his sink, warmed him deep in his chest.
Was this love?

She smiled at him. “Forget something?”

He winked and strode out the door, closing it behind him.
The only thing he’d forgotten was to ignore his mother’s smarmy smile.

An hour later, Trey walked into the mudroom off the kitchen.
The scent of fresh french fries made his stomach rumble.

He’d gone out to the north property line to check out a
broken security camera with Owen. It looked like it could have been shot out,
but the recorded footage didn’t show any vehicles along the road before or
after it went offline. One of the ranch hands would install a new one within
the hour.

After washing up, he stepped into the kitchen. Garret sat at
the table, still in that damn towel, scanning through his phone.

“Perfect timing.” Megan gestured for him to sit then opened
the oven door.

He sat at one of the three place settings at the table. Cloth
placemats and napkins, glasses of ice water, and silverware.

“Do you want a beer, honey?”

Both he and Garret said, “Sure.”

She smiled and twitched her cute ass over to the fridge and
pulled out three bottles. After she set them on the table, she rubbed her palms
on her thighs. “Okay, this is going to sound strange, but I made poutine.”

Garret set down his phone. “Meaning what?” He twisted off
the top of his beer and Megan’s.

“Promise me you’ll try it.”

Trey looked at his brother. Garret shrugged one shoulder.
“I’m game. I’ve had some crazy grub when I’m filming overseas.” He tipped his
head toward Trey. “Cowboy, here, is all meat and potatoes.”

Trey twisted off the top of his beer. “Why don’t you let
cowboy, here, speak for himself.” He lifted his bottle to Megan. “Anything
you’ve made, I’ll eat.” He took a fortifying gulp of beer as she giggled and
went to the oven. Using hotpads, she took out the first platter, drizzled
something brown over the top, then set it in front of him.

“Potatoes. Gravy.” She grimaced. “And cheese curds.”

Trey breathed deep of the mouthwatering aroma of potatoes
and gravy. The white half-melted cheese curds seemed odd, but he’d be a sport.
“Awesome.” He reached over and patted her ass then pulled her closer. “Thank
you.” Tugging her down, he kissed her quick. “Much better than the penguin
steaks I was expecting.”

Megan laughed and went back to the stove.

Garret gave him the stink-eye and took a long pull on his
beer.

In minutes, Garret had a platter the same size as Trey’s,
and Megan had a regular-sized plateful in front of her.

“Dig in.” She forked a chunk of cheese and a fry. The gravy
dripped off it and she stuck it in her mouth. “Mmmm.” She chewed and watched
them.

Trey followed her lead and put a big forkful into his mouth.
The gravy burst with flavor on his tongue, then the cheese and fries
complemented the taste and all of it went down real easy.

“This is fantastic.” Trey wanted to say more, but his
stomach rumbled for another forkful.

Garret chewed and his eyes opened wide. “Really good, baby.
I mean it.” He took another big forkful. “Where’d you learn to cook like this?”

She picked at her fries. “I worked my way through college,
so I know my way around a kitchen.”

“You sure do. Any other Canadian dishes you’re going to
introduce us to?” Trey stuck another forkful in his mouth.

“Beer flapjacks, sourdough pancakes, saddlebag spuds, rum
trader beans.”

Both he and Garret stared at her.

She laughed. “I worked at a traditional Alberta restaurant
called The Poutinery. But I can cook regular food, too.”

“We’ll have to stagger Inez’s south-of-the-border and your
north-of-the-border food.” Garret tucked back into his chow.

“I like cooking for you.” She glanced at both of them, then
away. What was going on in her head? Had her parents gotten to her this
afternoon?

She grabbed his empty beer bottle and Garret’s, too. “Want
another?”

His brother grunted with a mouthful, and Trey nodded.
“Thanks.”

She came back with the bottles and the small book she’d
brought from the old homestead. Pushing away her half-empty plate, she opened
the book. “Your mother let me take this book. It’s the copy of your
great-grandmother’s journal.”

He and Garret kept eating.

Megan read the passages and explained that both their mother
and father believed the earliest Texas McGatlins might have been polyamorous.

Garret finished his platter. “Holy shit. That’s insane.” He
looked at Trey. “Can you believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He’d gotten through about three-fourths of
his food and his belly was full and happy. Sitting back in his chair, he sipped
his beer. “When two guys find the right woman, it’s a pleasure to share.”

Megan smiled at him. “And when a woman finds two perfect
men, she’s going to grab on to them and not let go.”

The dryer buzzed. Garret didn’t move. “So what you’re both
saying is, you’re horny?”

Shaking her head, Megan stood. “When you put it so
eloquently...”

Garret stood, refastening his towel. “Leave the dishes for
later.” He pulled her against his bare chest and kissed her, long and deep.

She slid her hands down to cup his ass.

Fuck, watching them was damn near as hot as being in the
mix.

They looked at him. “Comin’?” Garret cocked a brow.

“Hell yeah.” He set down his beer and followed them up the
stairs.

****

Garret brought Megan right to the bathroom. “See that big
tub?” He loved seeing the excitement in her eyes, the expectation of what would
be coming next.

“Yes. Do I get a bubble bath?”

Trey walked to the gigantic black tub and started the water
flowing. “If you keep it non-bubbly, we can all three get in.” The hot look his
brother gave Megan should have melted her bones.

She sucked in an uneven breath. “I’d like that.”

Trey sprinkled some bath salts in the water then strolled to
where Megan stood. “You sure you’re in the mood for this?”

His brother. Always the caring one.

As she pulled off her shirt, she said, “Oh yeah. I can’t
wait.” She looked at both of them. “Get nekkid.”

Garret grinned as he dropped his towel. “Done.”

Trey and Megan shucked their clothes and before the water
rose more than four inches, she pinned up her hair and stepped in. “Do we need
my contraceptives?”

He looked at his brother. Trey had to be thinking this would
be about Megan now, then they’d use her contraceptive—lots of them—when they
got to the bed. Funny. He’d begun thinking of it as their bed, not just Trey’s.

He stepped into the tub, which was over a quarter full
already. He laid his hands on her hips and turned her toward him. “Baby, I’m
going to float you on the water and lick your sweet pussy until you come all
over my tongue.”

She shivered and her nipples tightened. “So sexy, Garret.”

His cock shot full of blood, rock hard, pulsing against her
hip. “Then I’ll turn you around and let my brother eat your hot, pink cunt.”

Trey stepped in and swung her around. He grabbed her ass and
pulled her against him. “I’ll take my time, sweetheart. Lick and suck at every
inch of your soft flesh down there.” His hand trailed lower and he pressed a
finger to her anal opening.

“Oh jeez. You guys...” Her head dropped to the side. Trey spun
her around and sat, easing her down with him, settling her between his legs.

“Then, after you’re all warmed up...” Trey’s chuckle echoed
around the tiled room.

“More like all worn out.” She laid her head back on Trey’s
chest. “But go on. What then?”

“Then, baby, we’re going to dry you off, slowly and
thoroughly.” Garret’s cock seeped a drop of pre-cum at the visual in his brain.
“And we’re gonna make use of every last one of those vaginal contraceptive
things you bought.” He grabbed the base of his cock. “I wanna be deep inside
you with only your hot juices between our skin.”

Trey blinked a few times, his eyes darkening. “It’s gonna
feel like nothing you’ve ever known before, Megan.”

Her breath came faster and her eyelids didn’t seem to want
to stay open. “Yeah, I want you both inside me. Riding me.”

Solar flares raced along his spine and threatened to empty
his balls. He turned off the water, grabbed her ankles, and slid forward.

Trey lifted her hips with one hand, and wrapped his arm
around under her breasts to hold her tight to him.

Garret floated her on the surface of the water. Spreading
her legs, he opened her like a ripe fruit, her pink pussy inviting him for a
taste. “So beautiful.” He kissed his way up her leg, nibbling and licking. The
slight salty taste of the water became like an appetizer to her perfect juices.

Her hips bucked and he could sense she was close already.

He slid his hands under her ass and tipped her higher.

Trey tickled a path along her ribs and captured her breast
in his hand, squeezing her nipple between two fingers.

She groaned and rolled her head. Lifting one arm, she
reached back and grabbed Trey’s short, blond hair. Her other hand slid over
Garret’s shoulder and into his hair. “Now, hotshot.” She guided his lips to her
mound.

“Yes, ma’am.” He spoke against her shaven pussy, then snuck
his tongue into her slit, searching with the tip until he found her clit.

“Ohhh. Yes, right there.” Her voice broke and she panted.

Garret traced his tongue lower, deep inside her pussy where
her sweet juices mingled with the water from the tub. Diving in, he plunged his
tongue into her tight hole and rolled it in manic circles.

Megan’s hand tightened in his hair, her body arched, and she
sucked in choppy breaths.

Her taste exploded on his tongue, musky, salty, perfect. He
tongue-fucked her, pressing his nose into the crevice where her clit hid,
rubbing.

Keeping his hands under her, he slid his thumbs up along the
tender skin where her pussy met her thighs.

She whimpered and ground her cunt into his face.

Garret caught his brother’s eye and nodded.

Trey tipped his head and kissed Megan’s neck, sucking
loudly, licking and nibbling her soft flesh. His hand at her breast worked
faster, tugging at her nipple.

She let out a shout that bounced around the room.

Garret used his thumbs to part her lips, sliding them upward
until her throbbing pink clit showed itself for him. “Come for us, Megan. Be
our woman. Only ours.” The words flowed from his heart. He adored her. He...

Did he love her? Shaking his head, he returned to pleasing
her. Garret sucked her clit between his lips and thrashed his tongue over the
top of it, wild and quick.

She broke apart, her body shuddering, her scream of pure
pleasure echoing in his ears. Tense and hot, her body shook for them then
completely relaxed. Her sigh hit him like a wet kiss and jerked another spurt
of fluid from his crazy-hard cock. But it was Trey’s turn.

Megan lay still, eyes closed, breathing hard. After a couple
minutes, she sat up. “My turn.”

He laughed. “You think so? You weren’t paying attention when
we went over the agenda?”

She scooted and slid until she sat cross-legged between
them. Her smile seemed shy when she glanced at him. “This has kinda been my
fantasy for a while.” Reaching out toward each of them, she grasped their cocks
in her hands.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart.” Trey leaned back, resting his arms
along the tub’s ledge.

Garret wasn’t as sure he’d enjoy this. He and his brother
had never done anything like this together. They liked to control the action.
But, if it was her fantasy...

Megan’s hand slid up and down his shaft, the water just
slippery enough with the salts to lubricate her grip perfectly. She looked into
his eyes. “No?”

Her unsure grimace tugged at his heart. “Baby, anything you
want.” He leaned back, mirroring his brother’s pose.

She worked their cocks for a few minutes, then slid her
hands down to their balls, cupping and lifting them.

Garret let himself get into it, let the sexy way her breasts
bounced, and her barely-visible pussy take him close to the edge.

Trey groaned.

Megan slid her fingers down under his balls, and he guessed
she did the same to Trey. When her finger touched his anus, he jerked.

Trey slapped his hands on the tub. “Fuck, yeah.”

Quickly she gripped their cocks and began pumping. Her
tongue wet her lips again and again as if she wanted to be tasting her men. Her
face, so beautiful, glowed with excitement.

Heat raced up and down his spine as his hips jerked.

A thought popped into his head. He looked at his brother who
stared at him then nodded.

Grasping Megan’s wrist, he pulled her hand from his shaft.
Trey did the same and kissed her fingers.

“Baby, if you don’t stop, there’s not gonna be anything left
for us to use those contraceptives on.”

She laughed and let Garret haul her closer, until both her
hands rested on his shoulders.

“We need to stick to the agenda.” Trey sloshed to his knees
behind Megan. “And I ain’t gonna miss my turn to make you come.”

****

Megan loved how her men let her deviate from their plans,
but only so much. Having each of their cocks in her hands felt amazing.
Empowering. “I wouldn’t want to mess up your schedule.”

Garret braced her forearms on his chest and ran his hands up
her arms, over her shoulders, and down to her ribs. “You’ll be having your
share of fun.”

Behind her, Trey lifted her hips, floating her with her legs
spread on each side of him. “I got something for you, sweetheart.” His arm came
around her hips and he pressed his hand firmly to her belly, holding her where
he wanted her.

Sliding the fingers of the other hand along her pussy lips,
he growled quietly.

Chills raced from her core down her legs. “Whatever you’ve
got, I want it.”

Garret kissed her, hot, slow brushes of his lips. “You taste
so good, Megan. All of you.” His tongue flicked, parting her lips.