Wes brushed a long, curly lock of black hair from her shoulder. “It’s because you’re beautiful. You’re smart and funny. What man could resist that?”
The sincerity in his eyes buoyed her spirits somewhat, and she giggled. “Yeah, right. Are you just angling for a blow job?” Wes laughed as she shoved lightly at his shoulder but then put her arms around him and hugged him. “Wes, I’m grateful that you didn’t rip his arms off and beat him with them.” It really wasn’t like Wes to be that territorial of her. She usually saw behavior like that from Evan first.
Evan chuckled. “Yeah, you kinda beat me to the punch, so to speak, bro.”
Wes shrugged and slid onto the bench next to her. “I guess I was just threatened. He’s younger, kind of ‘up and coming’ so to speak, and you’ve been spending a lot of hours here at the store with all the personnel issues.”
The store had gone through several changes with longtime employees leaving or retiring and new people filling those roles. Whenever that happened, Rosemary always felt that the store deserved extra attention to make sure things were getting done right. The amount of time she was working at the store was going to be changing soon though. She didn’t need Wes to tell her that she wasn’t spending as much time at home or on their business, Garner Custom Furniture, as she used to. But there were only so many hours in the day.
Rosemary had an inkling that something else was going on. “Is that all?”
Wes took her hand. “Are we asking too much of you? The two of us? Are you having a hard time…being with us?”
Rosemary couldn’t help it when her jaw dropped. “Why would you think that?”
“It’s been a couple of years. I was worried that the shine had worn off of our relationship, that you were tired of keeping up with us. When your hours at the store gradually increased again I began to think maybe…”
“I was interested in someone at the store?” The thought was positively jarring to her, and she was sure that showed on her face.
Wes shook his head vehemently. “No! Not at all! Although, Irving was clearly interested in you. I meant just that maybe we were too much.”
“You thought that maybe I was avoiding home because I couldn’t keep up?”
Wes nodded affirmatively, and Rosemary wished she could say something snarky like that it was they who were having to keep up with her. But the truth was that she had been away from home a lot, especially in the evenings. The store hiring a new and undeniably charming management trainee only compounded matters, and she could understand why he might feel threatened. She looked up at Evan.
“What about you? Do you feel the same way?”
Evan smiled and shrugged at her before he sat on her other side on the bench. “Right about the time we talked about starting a family, things changed around here.” He gestured to the store around them. “I figured that maybe you got cold feet and wanted to cool off the baby talk for a while. We want you to have what you need, Rosie. We just aren’t sure what that is lately.”
Rosemary looked from one man to the other and placed a hand on their cheeks. “All I need is the two of you. Yes, I admit I’m gone from home a lot. I’m pretty tired by the end of most days, too, so we haven’t been fooling around as much as you probably need. But how I feel about you and about us hasn’t changed. I still love you and want you both.”
The memory of Wes’s territorial behavior returned, and she smiled at him. He’d been so sexy, standing there in his faded jeans and boots, looking ready to do bodily harm if Irving laid a hand on her. She looked at Evan and saw the gleam in his eyes. She looked around the big dressing room with the mirrors on three walls.
“I don’t suppose you’d like to get in a practice run on that baby-making project, now would you?”
The tension in the dressing room suddenly escalated as she watched the heat kindle and smolder in Wes’s eyes and the slow, sexy smile that spread over his lips. He placed her hand on his groin and let that be her answer.
Turning her gaze to Evan, she said, “You’re usually the pushy alpha male around me. What do you have to say about this?”
“I want your time back. And I want your hot little pussy, right now.”
“Why, Mr. Garner, we’re in a public place, a store dressing room no less. Look at all these mirrors. It’s quite shocking.”
“Even better,” Wes murmured as he pulled her to her feet. “Maybe that’s all we need…To shake things up a bit.” He drew her with him to the middle of the room and tipped her chin up so he could kiss her. Wes was usually her gentle, ardent lover, eager to please her and passionate about making love with her. The man holding her now was forceful and demanding as he claimed her mouth, plundering her with hot, wet strokes of his tongue.
Evan gently drew her long mass of black curls back and pressed tender kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. She felt tugging at her shoulders and knew he was untying the spaghetti straps of her sundress.
She smiled against Wes’s questing lips as Evan stroked her bare shoulders and chest before freeing her bare breasts from the elasticized bodice of the dress, pushing the stretchy top of it to her hips. She’d picked that dress earlier that morning, hoping that it might motivate her men to play at some point. She never would’ve thought it would be in the dressing room at her family’s store, but she knew it was the perfect place. She’d be able to see from every angle with all those mirrors, which was always a huge turn-on for her. And there were no security cameras in the dressing rooms.
Wes slid a callused hand down her back in a rough, sweet caress that left a wake of tingles. He caught the dress with the top of his hand as it continued south to her ass cheeks. Her pussy quivered when he yanked the stretch fabric past her hips, along with her thong, and it all fell to a cottony puddle around her ankles.
“Better,” Wes whispered gutturally against her lips.
The dominating way he was acting created a blaze inside her, and her pussy testified to that fact when her juices leaked to her inner thighs. This was so unlike him, and she was uncertain what to do except let him have his way.
Just as exciting was the feel of Evan’s body heat against her back and his work-roughened palms as he smoothed them down her ribcage and around her hips to her lower abdomen. Her tummy fluttered when he brushed his thumb over her belly button and sucked on her earlobe before tugging gently with his teeth.
In a deep, growly whisper, Evan asked, “Are you wet for us?”
“Oh…You know I am, baby.” She was ready to do whatever they wanted to do, however they wanted to do it.
“On your knees, sweetheart,” Wes said before nodding at Evan, who immediately began undressing. Rosemary smiled, having an idea how this was going to go, and a thrill of anticipation rippled through her cunt. She bit her lip in delight as Wes helped her to her knees and unbuckled his belt. When he parted his fly she was delighted to find that he’d gone commando.
“Honey!” she cooed as she lifted his big, meaty erection from his jeans. “Yummy!”
Adoring him with her gaze, Rosemary licked the rigid, pulsing head and smiled when she felt a shudder run through his frame. She fondled his balls with her other hand as she stroked his length then licked him from root to tip. She wanted to bury her face in his groin and kiss him all over, but Wes’s abdomen was ticklish, so she resisted the urge. In his present dominating mood, she might get a spanking for it. While that wasn’t much of a threat to her, she wanted to keep doing what she was doing.
She felt Evan’s presence behind her as he came close, and she glanced in the mirror to her right. Her cunt clenched with excitement at seeing the three of them. Evan’s thick, muscular physique was so sexy, his cock standing up, dark red and rigid, as he positioned himself on his knees behind her. Sunlight from the store windows shone over the top of the half-door on the dressing room and made the pre-cum at the head of his cock glisten, and her mouth watered.
“Suck me, baby.” Wes’s voice was guttural as he drew her attention back
to him.
A moan escaped her lips as Evan spread her pussy lips and pushed his big, hard cock into her slick channel with one stroke. Sucking as she moaned, Rosemary glanced again at the mirror, and her pussy drew up at the sight. Wes stood over her as she kneeled in front of him, so formidable, holding her hair back in one hand and guiding her head with the other hand, setting the rhythm for her, which was fine with her. She wanted to give him whatever he needed.
Evan was utterly hot as he flexed his hips and thrust his long, thick cock in another slow, deep stroke. “You feel so fucking good, Rosie.”
“Arch your back so Evan can see your pussy as you take his cock, baby.”
Rosemary complied with Wes’s command and moaned at the pure sensuality of their grouping in front of the mirror. Arching her back also made it easier for her to watch Evan’s cock slide into her cunt. She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles as he slid a hand around her hip and stroked his rough fingertips through her slippery pussy lips, finding and tormenting her clit until pulses rippled inside her and her body tensed for orgasm. Rosemary ground her hips back against him with each thrust.
“That’s right, Rosie. Ride my cock.” Evan trapped her clit between two fingers and began a new up-and-down motion, dragging her sensitive bud back and forth. Her mewling cries grew louder the closer she came to the edge. Wes’s breathing became erratic, and his strokes went deeper before he finally stopped her and she released him from her suctioning mouth.
Evan growled and wrapped his other arm around her torso, pulling her back to his chest. He held her tightly as his thrusts increased in force along with the stroking at her clit. Tension balled up inside Rosemary, and she ground against him, reveling in the sexy, wet sound of their flesh pounding together.
“That’s right, Rosie. Don’t hold back,” Evan whispered as she watched in the mirror again. He caught her gaze there and held it as Wes gripped the base of his shaft, delaying his release.
The clenching spasms began as Evan groaned deeply, and she threw her head back and cried out as the orgasm crested over her, her pussy squeezing Evan’s cock with a sensual rhythm until his own release hit a moment later. He pounded into her twice more and held her tight as his cum filled her pussy. He kissed her shoulder as he shuddered with aftershocks and caught his breath.
She sighed happily as she watched him withdraw his still partially erect cock from her dripping pussy and whispered to him, “I love you.”
Evan leaned forward and kissed her lips. “I love you too, Rosie. You make me a happy man. Get ready because I think Wes is about to give it to you rough.”
She giggled and bit her lip as her pussy convulsed in an aftershock at the thought.
Wes turned her so she faced the mirror she’d been watching and Evan was beside them, and Wes kneeled behind her. “Still your favorite position, baby?” Wes asked in a deep, gravelly voice as he drew her to him so her spread thighs were wide open and her knees were positioned outside of his. Her heart fluttered because she knew that he knew this was her favorite position with him behind her, pulled back against him with her thighs spread wide. He had complete control in this position, and she loved it for that reason. The only movement she had was what he allowed her with how tightly he held her to him. “Hmmm?”
Realizing she hadn’t answered his question, she responded, “Oh, yes.”
Her voice sounded shaky as she watched his hands slide from her hips to her breasts. The contrast between his dark, tanned hands and her lily-white skin was stark in the filtered light.
He reached up and pulled her hair away and pressed heated kisses along her throat and shoulders. She watched as he flexed his hips and nudged her pussy opening with the head of his granite-hard erection. She tilted her hips and took him in when he slid through her juices, a soft gasp escaping from her as she watched him thrust hard and lodge every inch of his cock deep inside her pussy. She could see that her pussy was drenched with the slick evidence of her arousal and loved watching the way his thick shaft stretched her lips wide, his girth making her tingle with each thrust.
“Damn, I love fucking you,” Wes groaned as he pulled his dark-red shaft out, soaking wet and shiny, and immediately breached her opening again.
Rosemary arched against him, never taking her eyes from their joined bodies as he repeated the move over and over, thrilling her every time he entered her again until his cock was dripping with her juices.
“Beautiful,” Evan murmured as he sat back and watched, stroking his now fully erect cock in time with their movements.
Wes slid one hand up her torso to squeeze and stroke one breast while his other hand trailed down to her opened pussy. He teased her clit with gentle strokes, making her tighten up on him. He growled with approval and increased the pressure as his other hand slid from her breast, up her chest to her throat. She gasped and moaned as he gripped her throat very gently and increased the force of his thrusts as he pressed harder on her clit. She felt completely claimed, controlled, as he held her that way with her head tilted back against his shoulder. The final straw fell when he brought two fingers together and slowly pinched her clit, applying gentle but firm pressure.
Rosemary shuddered and screamed as her pussy clenched on his cock, and her hips jerked against his involuntarily. “Oh! Wes!”
“That’s it, baby.” Wes thrust harder and faster, and Rosemary was dimly aware that Evan set the same pace with his stroking until he groaned loudly as he came. Wes slammed his cock deep and cried out blissfully as he pulsed inside her, giving her his cum as well.
Ecstasy rolled through her as she melted in Wes’s arms, their bodies coated with each other’s perspiration. He released her throat and held her securely and kept her just like that for several minutes as they caught their breath and recovered.
Wes breathed deep and said, “You’re just as hot as a firecracker, Rosemary Garner.”
Rosemary giggled and replied, “Long as you’re the ones lighting the fuse.”
Evan pulled a clean handkerchief from his jeans pocket and used it, dressed quickly, then went in search of something for her to clean up with. He returned a few seconds later with a box of facial tissues and helped her to her feet.
As she slipped on her sandals, she gazed at them both and smiled. They were brothers, and yet they were such a study in contrasts, Wes, golden blond and green eyed, and Evan, dark headed and brown eyed. But they were completely devoted to her, and that was what mattered most. Suddenly the timing felt perfect.
“Just so you know, my hours at the store are cutting back immediately. I’ve already talked to Randy and we’re making the change a permanent one. I’m still going to help when I can but I’m turning over the title of ‘Johnny on the Spot’ to Bernadette.”
Wes smiled happily, once again her gentle, easygoing lover. “What did Randy say when you told him?”
Rosemary grinned at them both. “Congratulations.”
Evan quirked an eyebrow and said, “That’s an odd thing to say to news like that.”
Rosemary shrugged and giggled. “Well, it seemed appropriate in light of the fact that I’m carrying your baby.”
“What!” Wes cried out, jumping up like he’d been electrocuted. He grabbed her up and spun her around.
“You’re pregnant?” Evan gasped, so shocked he looked like he went a bit pale. “We’re gonna have a baby?”
Giggling as Wes spun her around again, she said, “Yup. And you better stop spinning me if you don’t want me to toss my cookies.”
Wes set her gently on her feet and steadied her. “Oh, sorry. Hot damn! We’re gonna have a baby!” Wes hollered and high-fived his brother.
Rosemary rolled her eyes and grinned. “Well, technically, I’ll be the one doing the ‘having,’ but yes. Congratulations, daddies!”
Wes grabbed her to him and kissed her soundly on the lips and then allowed Evan to pull her to him for an equally hot, happy kiss.
As they left the dressing room, Wes said, “I think we
should take Rosemary home for a nap. If I’d known she was expecting I never would’ve pushed her so hard.”
“I know. I agree. She was tired earlier,” Evan said over her head. “I think she could use a nap, especially since it’s so hot today. That can’t be good for her in this condition.”
“Oh, hell. It starts already,” Rosemary groaned as her men each took an arm and escorted carefully her to the door. “I should’ve waited until I was showing. You two had better not start discussin’ me like I’m not in the room. I’m not made of porcelain.”
“Of course you’re not, baby,” Wes murmured as he helped her over the threshold. “I’ll call Grace and let her know we’ll be back later.”
“I want to share the good news with her and the girls tonight, so don’t tell her.”
“I won’t. You can tell her when we bring you back to the ranch…after your nap.”
Evan patted her back. “You’ll feel all better after your nap.”
“Who said I felt bad? I don’t need a nap.”
Actually, a nap sounds peachy, but I can’t let them boss me, can I?
Chapter Six
With his beautiful wife and son playing nearby, Ash Peterson stood chest deep in the water and watched the activity in and around Grace’s swimming pool with lazy enjoyment.
Juliana meandered over to him with their little toddler, Will, splashing in a baby floaty ring. She hooked her arm around Ash’s shoulder and gave him a quick kiss. “Jayne is sure getting some warm looks from the single men at this gathering.” Two of Ash’s recently hired hands were currently flirting with Jayne Sheridan. They’d claimed their seats on the edge of the pool moments after Seth had excused himself to go get him and Jayne a plate of food. “I hope they act like gentlemen when Seth returns with her lunch.” Seth Carter kept an eye on his competition from where he stood waiting near the large barbeque pit underneath the covered deck.
Ash nodded as he surreptitiously slid his hand down Juliana’s bare back to the edge of her swimsuit, just over the crack of her sweet, curvy ass. He slid his finger into the suit, and she gasped and did as he had hoped and moved closer to him as she wiggled away from his tickling fingers.
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