Although the mental image of her in a sexy little apron and nothing more makes my dick twitch.
She laughs, but the sound is tinged with bitterness. “You’re not far off,” she admits, “I loved parts of it, like taking care of the boys, but I definitely felt like I was some cutesy little 1950’s housewife sometimes. Complete with exactly the kind of man who wanted to “keep me in line,” and wasn’t above using violence to make it happen.”
My hands freeze in the middle of my task and I spin. Molly’s expression is stony, but strong.
“I take it this relationship is past tense?” I ask hesitantly, and hopefully.
She nods, which is a big relief. “Most definitely. It took far too long, but I finally got out.”
Something about her tone and the pain in her eyes tells me this was a very recent change. It’s like a magnet draws me to her and I abandon my task at the counter and go to her, putting my hand on her shoulder.
“I’m glad you did,” I tell her softly, “And it’s good to see you, Molly.”
She gazes up at me, and the pure adoration in her eyes chokes me up. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“It’s so good to see you,” she looks from me to James, “Both of you.”
Chapter Eight
Molly
It feels so surreal, to be with them after all this time. I’m so overwhelmingly happy to see them, and the feeling of untethered freedom is amazing. And the more they’ve each shown me, the more I’ve fallen in love not only with the men, but the place they live in and love.
I could make this my home, I find myself thinking. I could love this place.
And I can imagine raising the boys here, too, but that’s a thought I don’t dare to let myself have yet.
“Well, let me finish up lunch,” Chris says, “You must be starving.”
Just the touch of his hand on my shoulder has lit me on fire, and truth be told, food is about the furthest thing from my mind.
“Not… for food,” I admit, quietly.
James looks at me, and the heat in his eyes is enough to make me wet.
“It’s been five years since I last saw you, too, after all. I think we have some…other catching up to do.”
I know it’s bold, and maybe I’ll put them both off like this, but all I can think about is getting their hands on me.
I’m not sure if what I have in mind is shared by them, and for all I know, they both have girlfriends and just asked me to come here to visit and be friendly. But the way they’ve been eyeing me, and the fact that they reached out after all this time, it feels like they want it, too.
James licks his lips, and his expression as he stares at me is ravenous, as if he wants to devour me whole, and it’s almost too intense. I have to pull my gaze from him to look at Chris, to gauge his reaction.
He’s very still, and for a moment, my stomach drops and I think that I’ve taken things too far. But then, to my shock, he steps toward me and bends to kiss me, hard.
And just like my kiss in the airport with James, all the fire comes rushing back. It’s like we never missed a moment, and the passion I can feel radiating off of him sears me to the bone.
His mouth ventures to my neck, drawing a gasp from me, and I want to climb him like a tree.
Despite his kiss making me weak in the knees, I get to my feet without breaking the connection, coiling my arms around his neck. I can’t seem to pull him close enough, pressing my body flush against his, and I feel his erection pressed against my belly. I slip a hand between us and slide it into his waistband, my fingertips brushing his shaft.
He groans and pulls me away gently.
“Let’s all take this upstairs,” he breathes.
James nods in agreement. I feel my lips curl into a grin and I dart off, zooming up the stairs and letting them chase after me. I hear them laughing as they run up the stairs after me. James is the one who catches me first as I step over the threshold of their bedroom and I squeal as he lifts me off my feet and tosses me onto the bed.
I can’t contain my excitement and I strip off my shirt in a flash.
The twins stare in worship, eyeing my body like starving wolves, ready to eat me alive. I lay on my side and beckon them over with a crook of my finger, and James is eager to jump at the chance to taste me. He ravages my mouth and his hands roam, cupping my breasts through the thin lace of my bra.
I shove his shirt over his head, aching for the feel of his heated skin against mine. Chris strips off his shirt and joins us on my other side, and the feeling of both of them pressed against me is perfect.
Chris snaps open the hooks on my bra and James tugs it down my arms, tossing it aside. I’d forgotten the wordless teamwork the two of them were always so good at, and it seems like they’ve stripped me bare in a heartbeat.
I work at belt buckles and blue jean buttons, and with a few minutes and a little help, there’s nothing but skin between all of us. I take a cock in each hand, now that they’re exposed, and the long, languid strokes I make have them both panting.
Now, my hardest decision is whose cock I want in my mouth first. I’m deeply craving the taste of them both, but I’m also aching for one of them to pound me. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and the last time I had any good sex was with them.
I’d perfected the art of faking it for Brogan, but the only times I’d gotten off in the last five years had been by my own hand with images of James and Chris burned into my brain.
And the second James slips his hand between my thighs and strokes the wetness between my thighs, I realize that the pathetic excuses for orgasms I’ve had since them don’t hold a fraction of the pleasure that the Matthews twins brought me.
As his fingers work magic little circles around my clit, I’m already building towards a massive orgasm. I’m slightly embarrassed by my hair-trigger response, but I arch and writhe against his hand, desperately craving the release.
It doesn’t take long before the climax rocks me like an earthquake, leaving me howling in ecstasy. James brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean, and the erotic sight drives me wild. As Chris takes a turn teasing my pussy with those skilled fingers, I trail kisses down James’ body until I reach his raging hard-on.
The smooth, flared tip of his cock slips easily between my parted lips, and I can already taste the slick, salty pre-cum beading at the head. I work my mouth down his shaft slowly. I’d forgotten just how huge their dicks are.
Chris circles my clit with his thumb and plunges two fingers into my pussy, making me moan loudly. His fingers arch upwards inside me, striking a spot that makes me shriek. Seeing my reaction, he hits that spot again and again until I’m rocked with another bone-shaking orgasm.
Slowly, I feel his fingers slide out of me and I hear the crinkling foil of a condom wrapper. I bob my head along the length of James’ cock and he buries his fingers in my hair. His hips twitch and I can tell he’s trying to keep still. Once we’ve had a little time to re-train my gag reflex, however, I’m more than happy to let him fuck my mouth the way he likes.
Chris presses the head of his wrapped cock at my entrance and the anticipation is almost more than I can handle. I wriggle against him, aching to feel him inside me. He enters me slowly, and I inhale sharply. That huge prick of his fills me up and stretches me out and I rock back against him, taking him to the hilt.
I can’t fucking believe I’m really here, sandwiched between them like this, taking their cocks like this again and feeling that overwhelming happiness and pleasure.
Chris grips my hips and starts to really pound me, making me squeal and squirm in pleasure. And I suck James off fervently, wanting to taste his release. The rhythm and sync I fall into with them is unreal, so perfect and comfortable it’s as if we never missed a beat, all these years.
It’s all so familiar, while still feeling brand-new, and as a third orgasm overtakes me, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever want to get out of this bed with them. I think I might be addict
ed to them.
James’ breathing grows ragged and the jerks of his hips become more erratic and I can feel him getting close. I bob my head faster and faster, eager to bring him to orgasm, and when he pulls my hair and the heat floods my mouth, I gulp down every last salty-sweet drop. The groan that erupts from him as he climaxes fills me with a heady pride.
And Chris isn’t far behind, slamming into me over and over, harder and harder, until I hear a rough grunt of pleasure rip from him and his hips ram flush against my body, heat surging between us as he spills his seed into the condom.
They both pull out, and I lay between them in the bed, our chests heaving as we all try to catch our breath. “You Texas boys sure know how to make a lady feel welcome,” I joke.
James chuckles. “We aim to please.”
“Mmm,” I let out a happy little moan, “If that’s what you aim for, you hit a bulls-eye.”
“Oh, that’s cute, James,” Chris says, “She thinks we’re done with her.”
James grins. “Never.”
Chapter Nine
Chris
“What are you doing?” Molly asks, propping up on her elbow.
“Well, we’d better handle some of the evening chores,” I explain, zipping up my jeans, “And I figured since you were dozing off…” I tease.
She makes a face at me, sitting up and, to my deep sadness, covering her beautiful body with the blanket.
“Sorry, I guess I can’t compete with those rodeo girls, used to riding stallions like you two all day long,” she says.
I snicker.
“Oh, you rode like a pro, darlin’,” James says, “Not to worry.”
I stride over and cup her chin in my hand, tilting her head towards me so I can look into those gorgeous eyes.
“And there are no rodeo girls, Moll. There’s been nobody but you, all these years.”
Her eyes go wide with surprise. “No one? All this time?”
I shake my head.
“No one. Who could compare?” I trace my thumb along her bottom lip. She’s all I’ve been able to even think about.
These lips of hers are insane. Soft and full, and she’s determined to drag them over every inch of my skin. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she wraps those lips around the tip of my thumb, sucking it lightly.
Fuck.
Despite having spent all afternoon in bed with her, the sight is enough to draw the blood right back to my cock. But I force myself to be responsible, and I carefully draw my hand away. I kiss her lightly.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” I groan.
She lets the blanket drop and stretches, her lush, perky tits practically begging for my touch. I let out a growl and she flutters her eyelashes, smiling innocently.
James coils an arm around her waist and tugs her down to him, making her squeal, and kisses her. I expect a surge of jealousy at the sight, but oddly enough, it warms my heart a little. My brother seems to have some life in him again, and Molly seems deliriously happy to have us both.
But I’m still not ready to get my hopes up. After all, it sounded like she was newly divorced. For all I know, we’re just a rebound for her, a way for her to reclaim her old, wild self. Something tells me that isn’t the case, though.
“Don’t think you’re getting out of work just because you brought Molly back to us,” I tell James, tossing his shirt at him.
James groans.
“Fine,” he kisses her again before getting up and starting to dress.
“Can I help?” Molly asks, a little timidly.
The offer warms my heart and makes me fall a little harder for her.
“Of course. We’ll show you the ropes,” I wink at her.
She scrambles out of bed and into her clothes, looking excited. I can’t help myself. I grab her and kiss her, making her squeal with delight.
When the three of us are dressed, James and I lead her out to show her around while we do our evening tasks. All the while, our dog is glued to Molly’s heels, clearly as in love with our girl as we are. And he’s not the only one she bonds with.
All of the animals seem to take to her, and Molly eagerly pays attention to all of them, petting and cuddling our horses, cows, goats…she even scoops up our most ornery rooster and plants a kiss on top of his head. While James and I tense, expecting the rooster to freak out or try and peck at her face, he seems perfectly content to be snuggled by her.
And she doesn’t just snuggle animals, either. As we show her the ropes, she jumps in enthusiastically, helping us with everything from brushing the horses to mucking out stalls.
She’s passionate about everything we tell her, absorbing it all, and I’m excited to show her the fields, my specialty. Although I wish there were something more impressive to show her. We haven’t seen the kind of crop yields we’ve wanted in a while, and it’s been making it harder and harder to afford to keep the place running.
I’m explaining all of this to her as we lead her out to the cornfield, her left hand in mine and her right in James’.
“We need help to run this place, but we can’t afford to hire anyone right now. But it’s going to be hard to catch up and make more money without the extra help, so we’re kind of in that catch-22,” I tell her.
She listens intently, and when we get to the field, she looks it over, asking questions and exploring. “You know,” she says, “I don’t claim to be an expert, but I think there might be something wrong with your drainage, these look like they’re getting too much water.”
James’ eyebrows raise and he looks at me.
“That might be,” I admit. “It’s been a while since I’ve looked it over.”
As she wanders through the field, Molly offers up a few suggestions to try and up our yield. At first, she’s timid about it, clearly not wanting to step on my toes, but as I praise her suggestions, she grows more confident. Her advice is actually great, too, and the two of us agree to work on implementing a lot of it tomorrow morning.
“Maybe having me around will help,” she says, kneeling down to pull a weed, “since obviously you don’t have to pay me for my help, and I can definitely lend a hand.”
She looks up, a sudden nervous expression on her face. “I mean, if you lads want me to, of course. And obviously I don’t want to overstay my welcome or anything or assume…”
James tugs her to her feet, a firm expression on his face. “As far as I’m concerned, you are welcome here as long as you’re willing to stay. We’d love to have your help around here. Wouldn’t we, Chris?”
I nod, and my hopes are soaring. It sounds like she wants to make this visit permanent, and I’ve never wanted anything more. Our little Irish lucky charm.
It seems like James has not only brought love back into our lives, but he’s also brought the perfect partner for our ranch. With Molly’s help, maybe we really can turn things around and keep this place going.
I can’t help myself, I tug her to me and kiss her again, feeling overwhelmed with happiness. She melts into my arms, moaning softly when I cup her round ass with both hands. Then, suddenly, she pulls back and looks around. “Isn’t someone going to see?”
“We don’t have any neighbors for half a mile, darlin’,” James murmurs, “And even if we did, I don’t really give a fuck if they do see.”
Molly shivers at his words and gasps in surprise when I whisk off her top. She hadn’t put a bra back on after our afternoon, and her gorgeous tits fall free. I bend and take a nipple between my teeth, making her moan, while James, now behind her, peels off her pants and panties.
Out here in the fields, with the light of the sunset dappling her pale, bare skin and setting fire to her red hair, she looks like some sort of goddess. And when she reaches her hand down my pants and draws out my throbbing erection, her touch is heavenly indeed.
James and I shuck our clothes and Molly drops to her knees, alternating between her hands and her mouth on our dicks. There’s something unbelievably hot about her jus
t getting right down in the dirt, not giving a damn about it, sucking and jerking us off.
After a few minutes of this, James carefully removes himself from her grip and fishes a condom out of his pants pocket. While he’s suiting up, Molly lavishes her attention on my cock, the velvety heat of her mouth sinking all the way down to the base of my shaft.
She gazes up at me with those glittering green eyes, and the sight of her like this, those pretty pink lips around the base of my cock, is almost enough to set me over the edge.
But I bury my fingers in her hair and breathe deep, forcibly delaying my climax.
Meanwhile, James sinks balls-deep into her pussy, and I watch those eyes roll back and close as the satisfaction overtakes her.
I can feel the little moans rolling from her throat buzzing through my cock. It’s an interesting sensation that only amps up the pleasure, and my hips twitch despite my efforts to be still. Molly notices and her eyes flutter open. She grips my hips and bobs her head faster down my cock, as if encouraging me to fuck her mouth.
Cautiously, I thrust between her lips and she takes it easily, guiding me into a rhythm with James so we pound her holes in unison.
I lose track of the number of times she stiffens and cries out in orgasm before James and I shoot our loads into her, but it’s enough that when we finally release her, her wobbly limbs give out and she rolls onto her back in the dirt, her chest heaving.
The two of us lie on either side of her, the dirt sticking to our sweat-dampened skin, and together, we lie there a while, basking in the last dregs of the sunset and each other. When the moon comes up and we start to see stars twinkling in the sky, we finally trek into the house.
Chapter Ten
Molly
Although I love being here with the boys and the feelings of happiness and safety they’ve brought back into my life, I must say, laughing so hard that coffee shot out my nose was an experience I could have lived without. But the next morning as we’re eating breakfast, I do just that as Chris and James recount an incident involving their town’s mayor, a sheep, and someone’s moonshine still.
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