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

by Cara Covington

  Holly heard the sound of plastic tearing. Closing her eyes and focusing, she knew when Alan slid the condom onto his rigid cock. Then, just a few moments later, a sound that was different—like a wet, squishy sliding kind of sound.

  “A little more lube for you now, honey.”

  She’d really thought she was wearing plenty of lube from when he’d finger-fucked her ass, but changed her mind the moment she felt his fingers, strong and slick, slide over her anus. The sensation of the gel on her anus felt so good, she pushed back, seeking more. Alan pressed, and she felt her rosette open, and felt the lube he pushed inside her. The penetration of his finger didn’t burn nearly as much this time. Holly shivered because just that quickly, her arousal ignited.

  Alan tented her, his warm lips nuzzling her ear, kissing her, licking her, and then moving his lips down. There was just something about that spot below her ear, right there on her neck that did it for her.

  Holly moaned, and when he caressed her ass, she moved, chasing his touch once more.

  Duncan lifted her face and laid his lips on hers.

  Holly let herself sink into Duncan’s kiss, loving the flavor of him, really loving that she could kiss him while Alan used his hands and his lips on her, too. Then Duncan lifted his lips from hers and smiled. He caressed her cheek.

  “I’ll be as gentle as I can, honey,” Alan said. “But it’s going to hurt. If it gets too bad, tell me and I’ll stop.” He chuckled, a self-derisive kind of laugh. “It might kill me, but I will stop.”

  Holly wanted to share what she’d felt. “When you put your fingers in my ass the first time, it hurt, but then the hurting seemed to make me even hornier.”

  “That’s erotic pain,” Alan said, “which we hoped you’d feel.”

  Alan began to rub his cock in the crease of her ass, passing over her anus, and Holly’s heart tripped as her arousal grew. “Mmm.” She really did love that feeling.

  “Relax, Holly. Let the tension in your ass and legs go. Let me in, now.”

  Alan moved, and placed the tip of his cock against her rosette. He began to push, and the burning sensation she’d felt before returned—and exploded.

  He kept up a gentle press, and Holly felt her eyes widen as the burn edged into real pain. She very nearly asked him to stop. And then something shifted for her. She felt the head of his cock widen her anal opening, and then breach her sphincter, enter her, and the pain arrowed straight to her clit.

  “Oh!” She breathed deeply, and even whimpered. Duncan reached beneath her and stroked her pussy. Holly wasn’t surprised to feel her juices drip onto his fingers.

  “She’s sopping wet,” Duncan said.

  “Honey?” Alan sounded as if he was in agony.

  “Just…give me a…” She closed her eyes, wondering why she had the urge to bear down.

  “You feel so damn good. I don’t know how long I can just hold still here.”

  “Okay. Yes.” Then the pain became a fluid entity, wrapping around her arousal. “I need more. Oh, I really need more.” Holly pushed back.

  “Hang on.”

  Alan pushed into her, and then he was all the way in, his balls slapping against her slit. Holly shivered, the stimulation of those anal nerve endings even more pervasive than when he’d had his fingers in her. An electric current seemed to run from her anus to everywhere, and she whimpered, and pressed her body back against him.

  “Honey, easy, you need to let me…”

  “No.” She began to rock her hips, unable to stop. A growling sound echoed in the room, and she realized it was coming from her. It felt so good, what she was doing, that she couldn’t stop.

  “Lord, woman. I can’t control…oh, hell.” Alan began to thrust, countering her movements. His grip on her hips held her firm, and her ability to move was diminished, but not gone. Holly had a heartbeat of time to realize they were both out of control. Alan’s sweat dripped onto her back, and she reveled in the passion that seared them both. He shouted, and she felt his cock pulse in her ass as he shot stream after stream of cum into the condom.

  And then rapture poured over and through her, a dousing of hot passion that burned hot and sure. Wave after wave of bliss nearly drowned her. Holly screamed, the thrill of this climax even greater than the last, and the force of it, she thought whimsically, truly life-altering.

  * * * *

  Alan knew that Duncan was as nervous as he was as they entered the converted Victorian where Jake Kendall kept his office. The Benedicts had returned from their belated honeymoon the night before. It had been good to have the bosses and Carrie home, and they’d both listened avidly to the recitation of their Caribbean adventures. Over coffee and cake that Miz Abigail had dropped by earlier in the day, he and Duncan had spoken to Chase and Brian about an extremely personal matter. Chase immediately reassured them, and had called and made this appointment with their cousin Jake for them.

  Alan and Duncan understood that none of the Benedicts had any problem with their having Holly in either of their beds overnight. Likely, if they asked her, Holly wouldn’t mind, either. The bedrooms were all fairly soundproof, and they none of them were ashamed of the relationship they were building.

  But Alan and Duncan hadn’t asked Holly how she felt, because they minded. He and Duncan were both on the same page when it came to their relationship with their woman. What they had with Holly Bethune was so special they wanted to keep their intimate moments completely that—intimate.

  What Chase had suggested, which was what they’d hoped he would, was the perfect solution—at least until the housing slated to be built on the Benedict North Ranch was ready to move into.

  But this coming here today still made them both nervous as hell. Jake was not only a lawyer, he was responsible for overseeing the Town Trust. He was also the one person who knew every single thing about everyone who made Lusty home.

  Because Alan had a pretty good idea how much money the Town Trust held, he’d expected something a lot more—well fuss-ass than what he saw when they stepped into Jake Kendall’s “office.” As soon as the door opened, a bell jangled.

  “Back here, guys.”

  No fancy waiting room greeted them, but there was a reception desk—an empty reception desk. They walked toward the direction of Jake’s voice, and found him sitting at a large plain desk in what might, at one time, have been either a dining room, or a large bedroom.

  “Come in, sit down. I just need a minute, here. If I don’t finish this right now…” He let the sentence drop.

  He and Duncan both sat. Alan tilted his head to one side trying to hear the faint music that seemed to be coming from Jake’s computer. Recognition made him blink. “Paper Lace?”

  Jake looked up and grinned. “I was in the mood for ’60s and ’70s rock this morning.”

  The song playing, “The Night Chicago Died,” was the only thing by that group Alan had ever heard.

  Jake finished whatever it was he’d been doing before the song ended. He turned off the music, and then gave them his full attention.

  “Chase said the two of you were interested in leasing a house in town.”

  Alan nodded. “We don’t know if it’s feasible or not. We’d like a short-term lease. Chase and Brian are having two houses built on the ranch, one of which we’ll move into when it’s ready. But in the meantime…” Alan closed his mouth. He even felt himself blush, for God’s sake. It was one thing explaining the situation to Chase, Brian, and Carrie. They felt like family.

  But Jake, while they’d met him and even worked with him building Cord and Jackson’s second barn, didn’t feel like family.

  Duncan didn’t help, either. Instead of stepping in when Alan faltered, the man just shrugged.

  Jake chuckled. “I heard that Holly’s niece arrived in town last week and is staying with her. That has to make things…interesting.”

  “Jacqui is a sweet girl,” Alan said. “Despite the fact that she and her dad moved into Holly’s parents’ home when she
was just a teen, it was Holly she bonded with the most, and Holly who more or less raised her.”

  “Families can be interesting—especially families outside of Lusty. Holly of course was likely delighted her niece showed up and probably a bit bewildered, on a more personal level.”

  Alan exhaled. He didn’t know why he’d frozen up earlier. Jake wasn’t the kind of man who would make crude jokes about the situation. And he was family to the Benedicts. “That sums it up nicely. Jacqui is staying with her, for the foreseeable future.”

  “And you’d like someplace to hang your hat that wasn’t overflowing with other people.”

  “That’s a good way to put it, yeah.”

  “That’s not a problem. Of course you want to protect your woman’s privacy.” Jake turned to his computer, his fingers quickly working the keys. “It just so happens there are several houses available. The one I’d recommend is at the north edge of town—it would take you less than ten minutes to drive to the ranch, and less than three for Holly to drive to the library. It’s one of the newer houses, ranch style, with two bedrooms—one being a master suite.” Jake looked up. “There’s some lawn, of course, and a garden out back.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Alan said. He looked over at Duncan, who nodded. “The price doesn’t matter if you don’t mind letting us lease it for the short term.” When Jake just looked at him, he shrugged. “You probably know that we worked for a short time, helping an insurance investigation that turned into a federal case. The investigator saw to it we received compensation for our efforts.”

  Jake nodded. “If you ever feel your investments aren’t performing as well as you like, I could arrange for you to meet with the man who manages the Town Trust’s investments. He’s family and seems to have a sixth sense about all matters financial.”

  “We might do that,” Duncan said. “Our fixed terms are coming up at the end of the year.”

  They left their pickup parked by the curb and got into Jake’s SUV so he could take them to look at the property. It proved a short drive to the house Jake had mentioned.

  There was a nice driveway with a carport, and the house itself looked good—as if it had recently been painted. Even the grass was mown, and the flower bed by the front door freshly weeded.

  Inside, while empty of furnishings, the house was pristine.

  “How long has this been empty?” Alan thought the place might have been vacated only the day before.

  “About three years. We maintain all our properties. That means providing necessary repairs and maintenance.”

  There were no stairs, of course, just a modest living room, kitchen-dining room, and a laundry room off the kitchen. Patio doors off the dining room portion led to a small, shaded patio. The hallway led past a good-sized bedroom and bathroom.

  Modest ended with the master suite. The master bedroom was enormous, and the amenities in the attached en suite bathroom rivaled the ones at the Benedict’s ranch.

  “This looks perfect. You didn’t tell us how much.”

  “The same as you’re paying now for your rooms at the ranch.”

  Alan looked over at Duncan. His best friend looked as confused as he felt. He turned back to Jake. “We’re not paying anything for our rooms there. It’s considered a part of our pay.” Pay that was, in Alan’s experience, several notches above fair.

  Jake nodded. “There ya go.” And then he grinned. “We all feel very strongly about this, guys. Since it is short term, this house now becomes that part of your compensation package.”

  “Wow.” Alan sighed. “That’s…thanks.” He looked around the space. “Guess we’d better head on into Waco and the nearest furniture store.”

  “Oh, there’s no need to do that. Come with me,” Jake said. “I have a much easier solution for you with regard to furniture.” Jake whistled as he headed back toward the front door.

  Alan shook his head then looked over at Duncan. “These people take the concept of family both liberally and seriously.”

  “It appears they do.”

  Wondering what was coming next, Alan and Duncan followed Jake.

  Chapter 20

  “We’ve gone with Texas longhorn cattle,” Chase said, “based on a number of factors, including that the breed can endure the climate here. But there’s another breed that we considered at the time.” He looked over at his brother, Brian.

  As the unexpected morning meeting had gotten underway, Duncan acknowledged to himself that he was beginning to be able to read these Benedicts. He looked around the large table at the other Benedicts present. Cord and Jackson he knew a bit better than their recently arrived brothers, Jesse and Barry.

  Alan, along with himself and Ricoh were attending this meeting, though he wasn’t really certain why they’d been included.

  Brian sat forward. “There’s a breed of cattle that was created right here in Texas early on in the last century, on the King Ranch. In fact, it’s the first beef breed actually developed in the entire country.”

  Even a native Coloradan like Duncan had heard of the legendary King Ranch in Texas. Established in the mid-1800s on a 15,500-acre initial spread obtained through a Mexican land grant, the ranch, over generations, had become the largest and most prosperous in all of the United States.

  “This breed is named for the creek along which the original ranch was established—Santa Gertrudis. Basically it’s a cross between Indian Brahmans and British Shorthorns. They’re excellent for cross-breeding, produce good beef, and can take whatever the Texas climate can throw at them.”

  “I’ve heard of the breed,” Jesse said. “That’s what our Australian cousins are running on their cattle station in Northern Australia.”

  “We’ve got an entire file folder of info on them,” Chase said, “because like I said, it was a toss-up between them and the longhorns. But with an expanded operation, I think we could do this—have a moderately sized herd of both.”

  And that was what this meeting was all about. The Benedicts were thinking of combining their ranches to form a single corporate entity.

  One thing I can say for the Benedicts. Not a one of them is happy to rest on his laurels. None of the members of that family—be they the Lusty branch or the Montana branch—needed to work hard to make a living. Yet every single one of them was only interested in doing just that.

  “So, if we’re going to do this, we need to take stock—no pun intended—of our combined resources, our goals, and our method of operation.” Cord Benedict sat back and looked at his two younger brothers. “The first thing we need to establish is how many partners there’ll be. I know the two of you just got here a couple of weeks ago, and I also know this might sound like it’s an idea hatched one afternoon over a couple of beers—but we’ve been kicking the idea around since Jackson and I first laid eyes on our land. The question is, are you two here just until things blow over back home? Or are you here for good?”

  “Things are never going to ‘blow over’ with Mom, Cord,” Jesse said. “You know that. No, we’re here for good. We’d hoped we’d be able to build a life for ourselves here—we just weren’t certain of our welcome.”

  “Damn it to hell, Jesse.” Jackson looked like he wanted to throw something at his brother. “There’s not a man sitting at this table who hasn’t made a mistake or three in his lifetime. But what the two of you did to make things right a couple months ago? Especially when you found out about Phil and Gord’s little sideline? That told us both the two of you have changed. So let’s leave what was in the past, in the past.”

  “We’re both damn glad you decided to move here,” Cord said. “We just need to know if you’re fixin’ to make it permanent or not.”

  “Yes, we are.” Barry sighed. “We gave you our commitment to work for you for two years. We have money saved up. We were hoping at the end of that time to buy a spread of our own. But we wanted to practice first things, first. We wanted to earn the right to stay.”

  “You’re family,” Chase said, �
��and that’s that.”

  “Damn straight,” Brian said.

  “Yes, we’re staying. You’ll probably get sick of us.” Jesse looked at his cousins, and then his brothers.

  Cord and Jackson exchanged a look. Both men had slight smiles. “Good, then. There’s a parcel available between the Benedict North ranch and ours—if you’re interested, you need to speak to Grandma Kate—and Jake.”

  “That would make us one large-ass ranch,” Chase said. “Like three sides of a triangle—almost.”

  “Certainly big enough to handle two herds of cattle,” Brian said. “We thought the four of us would head up the equine portion of the operation, and leave the bovine portion to the two of you,” he said to Jesse and Barry.

  “That could work,” Jesse said.

  Then Chase and Brian looked at him, Alan, and Ricoh. “That would make all three of you foremen—as we’d need to hire at least three more men to run everything altogether. The thing is, it would be good if all three of you, and any new hands, were conversant with the entire operation.”

  Ricoh nodded. “So we could focus on doin’ whatever needed doin’, regardless of where.”

  “Yep. We’d still have a calving season,” Cord said, “so all hands would have to be on deck for that. On the plus side, there’d be no need to worry about the realities of those damn Montana mountain winter storms.”

  “I hear tell y’all have a lot of those things up there in Montana,” Brian said. “Mountains, that is.”

  Duncan snickered, as did Alan and the Montana Benedicts. Jackson looked over at him. “These flatlanders don’t know what real ranching is,” he said. “Truth is there are nearly three thousand named mountains in Montana.”

  “We have this little thing called the Rockies in Colorado,” Duncan said. “And I agree with Jackson. You haven’t ranched until you’ve had to break a half foot of ice off the water, or taken the four-wheelers out, dressed like a Yeti, to slit open bales of hay, kept in the lean-tos, in order to feed the cattle.” Duncan didn’t particularly miss the prospect of a harsh winter, either. Neither did he miss one of the by-products of a harsh winter, which was losing stock to the weather.