Love Under Two Wranglers [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  Holly didn’t let herself think. She just nodded and held up her glass. “Yes, please.”

  * * * *

  “You’ll let us know if we have to circle the wagons?” Brian looked from Alan to him.

  “Will do,” Duncan said. “But we don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

  “All right, then.” Chase grinned. “There actually was one more thing we wanted to talk to you guys about.”

  Duncan set his dessert plate aside and gave his full attention to their boss. Both Chase and Brian Benedict were a few years younger than they were, and more than a decade younger than Ricoh. But they weren’t stupid young. The Benedict brothers worked hard, and never asked more of anyone than they were willing to give themselves. Between the two, Chase was the one to take charge most often, the one to give the orders, though Brian had no trouble in that regard, either.

  So Duncan put his attention on Chase.

  “Shoot,” Ricoh said.

  “We put off building a bunkhouse, because we wanted to be sure we knew where we were going, business-wise, and what we were doing. At first it was a matter of expense—we wanted to handle this operation on our own, and wait until the ranch could pay for the addition.”

  “Makes sense,” Duncan said.

  “It’s what I would do,” Ricoh said, “If I was ever to have my own place.”

  “Is that something you’re looking toward in the future?” Brian asked him.

  “No. That’s not for me. I’m content to work for a living—and very content to work for you.”

  “What about you two?” Chase directed his question toward him and Alan.

  “We’re neither of us interested in owning or operating our own business,” Alan said.

  “We could have had that if we’d stayed on our parents’ ranches,” Duncan said. “We’ve enjoyed traveling—but Lusty is pretty much home for us now. We knew that shortly after we moved here.”

  “All right, good. We’ve decided that it’s time we gave y’all a bit more privacy. We’ve been talking to Jordan, and rather than construct one large bunkhouse, we’ve decided to erect a couple of single houses, in that flat area on the west side of the barn—so that the houses, barn, and this house form a kind of a compound. One would be the foreman’s house, and the other would be for you two to share—for as long as you work here.”

  “You should probably know that we have every hope that we’re going to settle down here in Lusty,” Duncan said. He felt his cheeks heat up. “With all that phrase generally entails.”

  Brian snickered. “I heard tell the two of you went courting the other day.”

  “Brian, be nice.” Carrie gave her husband a light swat on the arm. Everyone chuckled.

  “I think that would be a good idea,” Alan said, “building individual houses as opposed to a large bunkhouse—especially if you don’t plan on adding a lot more staff to the ranch.”

  “That’s the whole point,” Chase said. “Now that we’re going to be running a joint operation with Cord and Jackson, we don’t need to expand all on our own. Their brothers, Jesse and Barry will be arriving in a few days. Those Benedicts are planning on building a foreman’s house, to begin with. Likely that’s where the guys will end up if everything works out and they plan on staying on to work for their brothers.”

  “You sound doubtful,” Ricoh said. “Something about those boys we need to know?”

  Before Chase could answer him, Carrie snorted. “I know Ari wasn’t overly impressed with the boys when she met them last year at Veronica’s wedding,” Carrie said. “When she found out what jerks they were to their own sister all the time she’d been growing up. But I’ve also heard that something happened when they got home—something that changed them.”

  “Sugar,” Chase picked up Carrie’s hand and kissed it. “We need to wait and see, and decide for ourselves about Jesse and Barry. Who among us hasn’t needed a second chance at one time or another?”

  “We sure weren’t angels to Julia—and you heard what the triplets did to her in New York. Guys can be jerks to their sisters. And they can grow up, and change.”

  Carrie sighed. “Yes, I know you’re right. I really don’t want to think that I’m the kind of person who judges another on hearsay alone.”

  “You’re one of the most welcoming and accepting people I’ve ever met, Miss Carrie.” Duncan grinned. “I reckon you’re just taking the side of your friend and her sister-in-law. Only natural, if you ask me.”

  Brian frowned at Duncan. “You angling for more pie there, Moore?”

  “No, sir, Mr. Benedict, sir. We all know that you’ve got dibs on all the third and fourth helpings of dessert in this house.”

  “He’s got your number, babe,” Carrie said to Brian.

  “Might be interesting, having a dessert-eating contest between you and Henry Kendall,” Chase said to his brother.

  “I know where I’d put my money.” Ricoh grinned.

  “We’ll let you know after we meet with Jordan, and see what he’s come up with.” Chase got to his feet. “But I’m glad to hear that the two of you are planning on settling down here.”

  “We like it here,” Alan said. “It’s the first place we’ve stayed since leaving Colorado that felt like home.”

  There weren’t any games on the tube, and Duncan was looking forward to stretching out and reading for a while, right after they called Holly. He followed Alan upstairs.

  “Aw, hell.” His friend had pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “I only called Miller and chatted for a few minutes, and here the damn thing is dead again.”

  “You’re going to have to get another one, brother,” Duncan pulled out his own phone. “That thing has been dying for a month now.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll do that on the weekend.”

  “Come on into my room and I’ll call Holly.” They’d called her separately every morning beginning Sunday, and then again each night, usually from one of their rooms or the other, that call on speaker so they could chat with her together.

  “Damn phone died awfully fast. I think it really is on its last legs.”

  “If you need to, you can borrow mine tomorrow morning to call her.”

  “Thanks. I’m going to plug this bastard in. I’ll be right there.”

  Duncan appreciated the large bedroom he had to himself as well as the rather sweet bathroom he shared with Alan. Then he grinned. Chase had taken them on a tour of the house when they moved in. Their eyes had nearly popped out of their heads when they’d had a gander at the master suite. Bed and bathroom were perfect for three to share.

  He’d talk to Alan, maybe see about adding some of their own money to the pot to get that kind of a suite built into the house Jordan was going to design for them to use.

  “Okay, that bitch is plugged in and charging.”

  Duncan nodded, keyed in Holly’s number, and pressed the speaker button. The sound of ringing filled the room. Holly answered—at least he was pretty certain it was Holly—but it sounded like she dropped the phone. And then she giggled.

  “’Lo…hi, Duncan. I miss you.”

  Duncan met Alan’s gaze. Like him, he could see his friend didn’t know whether to laugh, or be worried.

  “Sweetheart…is something wrong?”

  “Nope! Everything is just…purple. No, not purple. Peachy. Yep. Peachy.”

  “Honey, have you been drinking?” Alan asked.

  “Hi, Alan! Miss you, too. Wish you were here. Though we’d have to ask Nance.” That statement was followed by a hiccup.

  “You’re at Nancy’s?” Duncan knew she’d planned to spend some time with the other woman that evening, helping her plan out the setup of her book store.

  “Yes! I’m having my first girls’ night sleepover.” Then she lowered her voice to a near whisper. “We watched a movie and gossiped about men and we had some wine, too.”

  Duncan thought perhaps she’d had a lot of wine.

  “Where are you now, swee
theart?”

  Holly giggled. “I just told you, I’m at Nancy’s! Oh! You mean, where at Nancy’s am I?”

  Alan grinned. “That’s right, honey. Where at Nancy’s are you?”

  “In the guest room. I was just going to put my pajamas on when you called. Nancy already went to her room. Oh, my God! You should see how big her bed is! And her bathroom! I have never seen anything like it in my life!”

  “I believe they’re called Lusty sized. So, sweetheart, is the bedroom door closed?”

  “Of course.” She giggled, and then she whispered, “I told you, I’m naked.” Then she sighed. “I’m naked and I’m talking to you both and I wish you were here.”

  Duncan met Alan’s gaze. Of course there was no way in hell they would take her up on that invitation. Their first time with her needed to be not only special, but when she was completely sober.

  But that didn’t mean they couldn’t give their woman a bit of a thrill.

  “Honey? Can you do something for us?”

  “I don’t know. I’m kind of a little tipsy.”

  “We know,” Duncan said. “But you can do this. Leave your pajamas off, turn off the light, and lie down on the bed. Put the phone beside you, on speaker. Can you do that?”

  Holly giggled. “Are we going to have phone sex?”

  “Maybe,” Alan said. “If you want to.”

  “’Kay. Just a minute.”

  They could hear the sounds of her moving about the room, and the sound of her getting on the bed. Then a mild curse, a click…and a sigh.

  “I had to turn the light back on to see the speaker button. Okay, now what?”

  They could tell she’d already set the phone down beside her, because her voice had a slight echo to it.

  “Close your pretty brown eyes, sweetheart,” Duncan said. “Close your eyes and listen to us.”

  Chapter 9

  Holly sighed as she closed her eyes. She’d been a little bit worried that the wine she’d had would make the bed seem to spin, but it didn’t. She’d never experienced the sensation herself, but she’d overheard her brother, James, talking to one of his friends once about being drunk.

  I guess I’m not that drunk.

  “Are you all right, sweetheart? Not dizzy?”

  “No, I’m fine. And with my eyes closed it’s almost as if you’re right here beside me.”

  “Honey, in a sense we are. We want to touch you, feel the way your skin slides so softly against our hands, and the way it heats up when we pet you.”

  “Oh…” Holly smiled. “Y’all are teasing me.” She sighed. “I felt really tipsy before I came up to bed. But now I just feel really relaxed.”

  “That’s good, sweetheart. We want you to be relaxed. Would you let us borrow your hands?”

  Holly frowned, not understanding what Duncan meant. “How can you borrow my hands when I’m here and you’re there?”

  “You can touch yourself for us. Have you ever done that, honey? In the dark of night, and under the blankets? Have you ever let your hands wander over your body and imagined you were being touched, caressed, loved by a lover, or two?”

  They were the most shockingly intimate words any man had asked her, ever. Holly licked her lips, and answered without thinking. “Never. It’s naughty.”

  “No, sweetheart, it’s not naughty. It’s good. Not as good as when we’re going to be with you, our hands and lips and cocks all over every inch of your delectable self. But it’ll be close. I love your breasts. They’re plump and soft, and when I stroke the undersides, your nipples draw tight. Do that for me, and I’ll think about how wonderfully hot and soft you feel.”

  Holly’s right hand wandered up her body and caressed her left breast. Her fingers trailed where Duncan directed, and she felt a shiver of excitement rustle through her. Her nipple drew tight, and Holly sighed.

  “How does that feel, sweetheart?” His voice, low and sexy, whispered in her ear.

  “Mmm. Nice.”

  “Good. I’ll just keep playing with your breast, maybe tug on your nipple a little with my thumb and forefinger. Yes?”

  “Mmm, yes, please.” Holly’s right hand continued to do one lover’s bidding while the other one made a growling sound.

  “Are you aroused, honey? Wet? Let me have your other hand, now. I want to run my hand down over your stomach, a nice, long slow stroke. You know what I want, don’t you? Bend your knees for me and part them.”

  Holly responded instantly, her knees bending, her legs falling apart. Cool air caressed her damp, most intimate flesh.

  “Let me pet your pretty little pussy, let me feel how wet you are.”

  “Oh!” Her hand slid down her stomach, and her fingers trailed across her slit. She felt her own juices and shivered.

  “I want to play with your clit, honey. Reach up and tease it for me.”

  Holly found the tiny nubbin on the first pass, and the thrill of the touch, the excitement of arousal growing, coaxed a tiny moan from her throat. This was even better than those times when she would read a favorite passage in one of her books and mentally put herself the place of the heroine.

  “Can you imagine me there, honey? Can you imagine us both there, stroking you, loving on you?”

  Holly’s arousal took on a life of its own. As the sound of masculine murmurs and sighs caressed her auditory senses, behind her closed eyelids she was no longer in the guest room at Nancy Jessop’s house, but back at the Benedict North Ranch, stretched out on that blanket, with Alan and Duncan beside her. Only this time, she was completely naked, and the heat surrounding her told her that they were naked, too.

  “Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to us. Do you like it when I pinch your nipples? Does it feel good?”

  “Honey, you’re so wet. Let me test you, see how ready you are for me.” The sensation of a finger entering her bowed her off the blanket. The slow burning fire within turned into a conflagration. Holly’s head tossed from side to side, tiny sounds of frustration emerging from deep in her soul. She knew now what to expect, and she wanted it, wanted to revel in the orgasmic bliss these men had given her already once before.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, you’re so close. Mmm, you feel so hot. I can smell your arousal, sweeter than honey.”

  “So sweet, I want to bury my face in your pussy and drink your juices. I want to put my mouth on your clit, and suck that tiny nubbin in until you explode for me. Go over, Holly. Come for us.”

  Holly cried out as her climax broke, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, pleasure so sharp that her nipples turned hard as rocks and she felt a tiny gush of wetness from between her legs.

  She opened her eyes, a little surprised to still be alone in this queen-sized bed. As she fought for breath, she felt a fine blush cover her. The woman she’d been before she met those men might have felt embarrassed to the core at what had just happened.

  The woman she was now was a little embarrassed but a whole lot proud of herself.

  “Are you okay, Holly?” Duncan’s voice, filled with tenderness, wrapped her in a sense of being cared for. She could easily imagine herself wrapped in one lover’s arms while another pressed close to her back. They’d cocooned her that way on Saturday and she’d loved it.

  “That was…incredible. And yes, I’m okay.” She was more than okay. She thought that it was more than possible that she was falling in love with these two selfless men.

  “I’ll tell you what,” Alan said. “You’re incredible. I can’t wait to hold you Saturday night.”

  “I can’t wait either. I want big hugs from you both.”

  “Sweetheart, that’s a promise. Can you go to sleep now?”

  Holly felt completely exhausted, sated, and relaxed. “Mmm, yes. I wish you were here to snuggle with me now.”

  “We know,” Alan said. “Go to sleep and dream of us. We’ll be there.”

  It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. “’Kay. Pretty tired now. Good night.”

>   “Good night, honey.”

  “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

  Holly barely managed to hit the “off” button on her phone. She rolled over, and felt herself sinking.

  * * * *

  Prison had been good for one thing, that was for sure, and that one thing was networking.

  Mary Ellen Potsy had made good use of her time behind bars doing just that. She’d had some privileges at the minimum security facility in western Kentucky, too, because she’d long ago discovered a truth. If you smiled and acted meek, you could sometimes get away with damn near anything you wanted to. So she’d made life as easy for herself as possible, gleaned every bit of education she could, and counted the days until release.

  She’d had a plan of sorts, and the first part of that plan had already been executed.

  The first thing Mary Ellen did after she retrieved the money she’d stashed at the farm was to arrange for a new identity. One of those networking hits she’d made in jail was a person who, for a price, could give you a new beginning.

  Five thousand dollars later, she was officially Ellen Smith, complete with birth certificate, social security number, and driver’s license.

  Having a new identity meant she could leave behind the indentured servitude at her father’s house and get her own place. She’d served her full sentence, and didn’t have to report to a parole officer.

  Mary Ellen was grateful for small mercies.

  She hadn’t gone back to Lexington. There was no one there she wanted to see, or who wanted to see her. Until she knew where those two assholes who sold her down the river were, she needed a place where she could be comfortable and plan—but not a permanent place. Once more, that prison network proved to be beneficial.

  She wasn’t as familiar with Louisville as she was with the more centrally located Lexington, but the city was far enough away from old haunts—and it was where Norman Mason had his realty office.

  His sister Lorelei was serving another two years and had assured Mary Ellen that, for a price, he’d set her up.