Two Cowboys For Her: An MMF Romance

by Ellie Rowe

  Twenty-Seven

  Asher

  Mr. Laurier sits at my kitchen table giving me a lecture about hooking up with his daughter Samantha.

  “You really need to take charge here, Asher. Time's a wastin. You’ll never get her if you don’t go after her now.”

  I wait for the coffee to finish brewing before I make any comments. Mr. Laurier came over at the crack of dawn, waking me up from a heavenly sleep. Consequently, I am not thrilled that he is here in my kitchen.

  “Women are like cattle; you can shepherd them into doing anything, but you have to take the lead. You have to push them through the chute so to speak. That coffee done yet, boy?”

  “Yes Mr. Laurier, it just finished brewing.”

  I cross over from the kitchen to the table where Mr. Laurier is sitting. I hand him a mug of coffee. He lets me know that he drinks his coffee like a real man: black.

  I chuckle as I put in lots of sugar and cream in my coffee. I guess I’m nowhere near a “real” man.

  “Boy, I expect you to be courting my daughter by the end of summer and who knows, we might just have us a Christmas wedding. What do you say?”

  I swallow my coffee and try to think of the best answer I can give Mr. Laurier but nothing comes to mind. I just grin like an idiot and continue to drink my coffee.

  “This is an excellent coffee boy, I ought to get one of these machines.”

  I sip on my coffee some more and pray that Mr. Laurier gets tired of talking and leaves. For twenty minutes I listen to the many reasons a union with his daughter would pay off for me. I don’t like the way he speaks of his daughter like she’s a prize heifer that is up for grabs.

  “Well, boy, I better be going. Daylight is burning. Don’t know why you’re here talking to me.”

  “Goodbye Mr. Laurier, thanks for dropping by.”

  Mr. Laurier leaves and I finish the last drop of my coffee. Does Laurier know what his daughter is like? She’s crazy when it comes to sex. I’ve never been with someone who is so wild and bold.

  She is so out of my league. I usually date sweet girls who love to bake and keep a kitchen garden. I date these girls on purpose because I don’t want any stress in my life.

  Keeping this ranch running is about all the stress I can take. Now, it is true that if I hook up with Samantha and we get married, I’ll have the wealth of her property in my hands. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about making a profit.

  But I feel terrible about going out with Samantha because I want something. If I am going to be with a woman, I want it to be because I love and care about her. It’s not going to be because she’s got acreage and livestock that I envy.

  Now Samantha is easy on the eyes with her long blonde hair and her legs that go on forever. I could get used to seeing her every day, that’s no problem. She makes me nervous, but she is also a kindred spirit.

  She understands the land and what it means to a Texan- even though she’s been living in New York City for years now. You can’t teach someone how to love the land, you have to be born with that trait. You’ve got to know that the land comes first and everything else is second.

  Samantha would understand how hard I need to work to make things happen around here. I don’t think she’d mind that I get up at the crack of dawn and sometimes work until the dead of night. And, at the end of a long day, it would be awesome to get in bed with a warm sexy body like hers.

  Still and all, she stresses me out. I reach for my smartphone and look for her number in my contacts. I find her name and click to dial her number. I feel a lump in my throat from anxiety. It rings five times and I’m getting ready to hang up when she finally picks up.

  “Hi Samantha, it’s Asher. How are things?” I ask.

  “They’re simply fine. Thanks for asking.”

  I swallow that lump and gather my courage.

  “Would you like to go out tonight? I know it’s short notice so I will understand if you can’t make it.”

  “Oh no, I’d be really happy to go out with you tonight. Where shall we go? You’ve absolutely got to let me know so that I can pick out something smart to wear.”

  “I thought maybe we’d go dancing or catch a movie.”

  There is silence on the phone for a couple of minutes. I think that maybe she is going to cancel our date.

  “What about going to the movies? We could go see anything that you want to see. I don’t even mind if it’s a chick flick,” I say.

  “A movie would be great, but I’d like to do something where we can talk to each other and interact.”

  This throws me for a loop. She wants to interact.

  “Well, I guess we could go to dinner?” I say

  “That sounds nice. How about a picnic?” Samantha asks.

  “That sounds great. I think I can finish up here early. How does four o’clock sound to you?”

  “Perfect. I’ll start getting that basket together.”

  “Sounds really great. We could eat by my big pond. See you then!”

  I hang up the phone and wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. She really wants to interact. What does she mean by that? I guess I’m going to find out this afternoon. I rinse out my coffee cup and head to my bathroom to take a shower. This is going to be an interesting day.

  Twenty-Eight

  Liam

  The best possible view of Mr. Laurier is of his backside walking away from me. That man is a non-stop talker.

  I have two cups of coffee back-to-back before he lets me speak. And, even then, I don’t think he is listening to me. I wave goodbye as he gets into his jeep.

  Samantha is an acquired taste. She is bold and brash at times. So much so that frankly, it unnerves me. I’ve never been with a woman who pushes her ideas so well on to others. It’s like she can brainwash you completely if you let her. Look at what happened the other night.

  The day goes by fast and before I know it, I’m showered and ready to pick Samantha up for our date. We settled on going to the Loan Star Dance Hall for some dancing.

  I’m kind of worn out from dealing with cattle all day but I’m the one who brought up dancing. I should have thought about how tired I would be at the end of today.

  I get to Samantha’s house and she’s ready the minute I walk up to the door. I’m afraid that she might be angry about the note that Asher and I left her but when she gets in the car and we get to driving, she doesn’t say a thing about it.

  To be truthful, I’m pretty relieved about that. I thought for sure she was going to be angry.

  “Are you ready for some dancing?” Samantha asks.

  “Well, to tell you the truth- I’m kind of tired.”

  Samantha is silent for a moment. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. We get going on the interstate.

  “We don’t have to go dancing. I understand if you are too tired.”

  “Listen, I’ll order a Red Bull and a shot when we get there, and I’ll be good to go.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  “I don’t mind.”

  We drive in silence for the fifteen minutes it takes to get to the dancehall. As we’re walking to the entrance, I notice how pretty she looks tonight. She’s wearing a bright red dress that hugs all her best features.

  “You look really nice tonight Samantha.”

  “Thank you,” she smiles at me.

  I pay for us to get in and head to the bar to order the Red Bull and the shot that is going to revive me.

  “Would you like a drink?” I ask her.

  “I’d love a Manhattan.”

  I give our order to the bartender and we both wait a few minutes while he gets our drinks. The band is on a break, so it’s easy to make small talk. We stand at the bar for about thirty minutes.

  “I never knew you went to school to become a vet before you went into modeling.”

  “Yes, I wanted to work with animals but when we got to the part where the better choice is to euthanize an animal, I quickly changed my major. I really just don
’t have the heart for putting animals down.”

  We talk for a little longer before the band returns and begins to play some country music classics. As predicted, I have my energy back.

  “Would you like to dance, Samantha Laurier?” I offer her my arm.

  “Yes, I would Liam,” she winks at me.

  We leave the bar and get on the dance floor. I hold out my arms and Samantha steps in close. She takes one hand while I put the other on the small of her back. We quickly get moving with the music.

  I love to dance but I seldom have a partner that can keep up with me. Samantha surprises me; she is a really great dancer. As I’m pressed up against her body, I start to feel some of that sexual tingling.

  Samantha moves with me as if we were born to dance together. I feel her body through the sheer red dress that she’s wearing.

  We dance the entire thirty-minute set before the band goes on a break.

  “Should we get a table?” I ask.

  “Good idea, I’m kind of out of breath,” she answers.

  I find a table a good distance from the dance floor. A server comes to the table, and I order a couple of Coca-Colas and some nachos for us to share.

  “They bring you this huge stack of chips, smothered with cheese and chili.”

  “Sounds like I’ll be breaking my diet tonight,” Samantha laughs.

  Samantha is so easy to talk to. Every subject that I bring up, she’s got something interesting to say about it. And her humor- I mean, this girl is funny. She keeps me laughing for a good twenty minutes before the nachos come.

  “Wow, look at that mound of chips,” Samantha says.

  “It’s a fucking tower.”

  “It’s at least a foot high!”

  Ordering the nachos is always my way of testing the girl I’m with. Does she make excuses and just eat one or two chips? Or does she go whole hog and eat with abandon?

  I take the first nacho chip and then wait for Samantha. She gets this real crazy look on her face and surprises me by taking the top half of the nachos off the tower and putting it on her plate.

  She looks at me with a guilty face.

  “I know, girls aren’t supposed to eat- especially on a date. But I love nachos!”

  And that’s when I know that I really like Samantha. I love her enthusiasm about the nachos. Plus, I love the way she’s so honest with me. All the stress I feel about our threesome kind of disappears to the back of my mind.

  I really like Samantha, and I think she’s a pretty great person to be involved with. Why am I so worried in the first place?

  Twenty-Nine

  Samantha

  It's Saturday afternoon and Asher and I are at the farmer’s market. Every weekend people bring their goodies into town to sell. Whether it is fresh tomatoes or homemade jams and jellies, they have it here at the market.

  The Farmer’s market is more than just a marketplace, there are also games and amusement park rides for the kids and craft vendors selling their wares for adults.

  “What’s your favorite thing about the Farmer’s Market?” Asher asks.

  “If I have to pick one thing, it would be the funnel cakes. I’ll never get enough of those funnel cakes!”

  “Well then, we better go get you one.”

  Asher starts walking towards the funnel cake booth and I follow him.

  “How about you, what’s your favorite thing?” I ask.

  “I like the food as well.”

  I give Asher a smile and he returns it with a smile of his own. Asher is a decent guy and easy to get along with. I could really fall for him in any other situation. We get to the front of the funnel cake line and buy two.

  “I’d like extra powdered sugar please,” I ask.

  “Sure thing, ma’am,” says the lady selling the funnel cakes.

  When she hands me my funnel cake, I immediately take a bite of deep-fried goodness.

  “You really love those things, don’t you?” Asher asks.

  “More than anything. You cannot get funnel cakes like these in New York. They just aren’t the same.”

  Asher steers us out of the crowd and towards a bench where we can sit and eat in peace. Asher eats his funnel cake slowly, but I eat mine quickly. When I finish, I get up and throw away the paper in the trash bin next to us.

  “You’re a good citizen.”

  “I try.”

  Asher finishes eating his funnel cake and I take his wrapper and throw it away. Now we are sitting without a reason. I want to get up and look around.

  “Let’s go look at the quilts.”

  “Sure thing,” says Asher.

  He gets up and follows me to the part of the Farmer’s Market that is set up with people selling their crafts.

  “Look at these quilts, aren’t they fabulous?”

  “Wow, this is gorgeous. Do you think it’s all handmade?” Asher picks up a folded quilt that has a star pattern.

  I take the quilt from Asher and look closely at the quilting stitches. They are almost perfect.

  “The stitching looks too perfect for someone to hand sew. But you never know, some women and men can sew better than a machine. Years of practice and all that.”

  “The pattern is so intricate. I can’t imagine the talent and skill it takes to finish something like this,” he nods his head.

  Asher takes the quilt from me and puts it back down on the table. I continue to study the quilts. There are quilts of all colors: red, green, yellow, purple, all the colors of the rainbow are represented on this quilt table.

  “I’d like to learn to quilt one day,” says Asher.

  “Really? You like to quilt?”

  “Sure, I would be so proud to make a quilt like this.”

  Asher picks up a wedding ring quilt that is done in pinks and yellows.

  “That’s really neat, Asher. I’d never guess that you would like quilting.”

  “There’s a lot of neat things about me. You’ve just got to get to know me.”

  We walk around the other booths selling quilts and Asher falls in love with a pinwheel quilt and I find a classic patchwork that has all my favorite colors.

  “This is beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask Asher.

  He takes the quilt from me and looks carefully at the stitching.

  “Look, this one is definitely hand made. The stitches are a bit crooked here and there.”

  “Adds to its charm don’t you think?”

  “It does. I want to buy this for you.”

  “Oh Asher, I can’t let you do that.”

  “No really, this quilt is something to remind you of the good time we are having at the Farmer’s Market.”

  “I can’t let you do this. This quilt is so expensive.”

  Asher takes the quilt from me and presents it to the lady who is in charge of the booth. I cannot believe that he is going to buy me a quilt. He is a really decent guy and so easy to be with. I cannot help but think about what it would be like to be with someone like him.

  Asher is so good looking with his green eyes and farmer’s tan. He is tall and lean in the best way. Plus, more importantly, he has a good heart. I cannot imagine that Asher would hurt a fly.

  I would love to be with someone like Asher for the long run. But this is not a normal situation. I am just playing along with my dad’s scheme. I have no intention of actually falling for anyone.

  Asher comes back with the patchwork quilt in a bag. He hands the bag to me.

  “You are now the owner of an authentic country quilt. Use it in good health.”

  I take the bag from Asher and hug it.

  “You really didn’t have to do this, Asher.”

  “I couldn’t help but want to buy this quilt for you. Did you know your eyes lit up when you saw this quilt?”

  I give Asher a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

  “Thank you so much Asher. This has been the best day.”

  “I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.”

  “I can’t wait to put
this quilt on my bed.”

  “I bet it looks perfect.”

  “You’ll just have to come by and see for yourself.”

  “Is that an invitation?”

  “Could be,” I give Asher my most flirtatious grin.

  This was the best afternoon I have spent in an exceptionally long time. I grab Asher’s hand and he takes it and squeezes it. I could get used to afternoons like this.

  Thirty

  Asher

  After my date with Sam, I go home with a cheesy smile on my face. She makes me feel like such a man. She also looks better than most of the other girls around these parts, so I feel proud when I get to parade her around on my arm. Sure, the girls around here have a rugged beauty to them, but let’s just say they can’t work as models.

  I only wish I had the opportunity to take her home with me at the end of the night more often. That doesn’t mean I don’t get to enjoy the times we share together, and I find myself getting hard thinking about past experiences just at the sight of Sam. Sometimes Liam pops into my thoughts, too, but I try to ignore those particular images.

  The date with Samantha went surprisingly well. We talked about everything from business to sex and had a natural connection the entire time. She even seems to sincerely like me as a person, and the conversation flows so smoothly.

  My only apprehension involves her father. I worry about his intentions and what type of influence he has on her.

  That doesn’t necessarily mean I want to pursue anything serious with her, though. I like her as a friend and I enjoy the sex more than I can express, but I don’t think either of us shares those intense feelings to develop a long-term relationship. To be honest, I feel stronger feelings when I think about someone else…

  The entire situation with Liam makes me feel a bit nervous. I honestly don’t know exactly how I feel anymore.