Double Her Pleasure

by Randi Alexander

As she let her head drop, resting her forehead on his shoulder, she laughed, slow and choppy. “Better than spectacular, Garret. You’re a wicked pleasure.”

  That brought the guilt again. “Wicked is right. If Trey finds out...”

  She inched back and looked into his eyes. “What do you mean, if? We have to tell him.”

  He’d known she’d say that, but he’d hoped they could keep this to themselves. The guilt of making her come before okaying one-on-ones with his brother effectively cooled his passion. That, combined with the thought of how Trey would react to hearing what they’d done, made him downright un-horny.

  “Yeah.” He kissed her, nibbling on her lips until she melted in his arms again. “How’re you gonna tell him?” He managed to keep from smiling.

  She jerked back. “Me?” Her eyes were as wide as the open spaces of Texas.

  “Just shittin’ you, baby. I’ll man-up.” He glanced around. It was getting dark.

  “That would be nice, if it’s not too much trouble.” Her tone dripped sarcasm. “Seriously, though.” She sighed. “We should tell him together.”

  “Tomorrow’s soon enough.” He didn’t want to get into it tonight.

  “He’s going to be pissed, isn’t he.” She bit the corner of her lip.

  He would be furious, but there was no reason to get Megan more worried than she already was. “Nah. He’s the one who put the idea on the table. This is just my way of saying, ‘okay’.”

  She kissed his jaw. “I like the way you say ‘okay.’ You can give me the okay any time.” Her smile broke across her face, sexy and irresistible.

  “We’d better get back before it’s too dark.” And before he changed his mind, laid her across the four-wheeler seat, and fucked her until they both screamed. He patted her ass. “Turn around. You’re driving home.” He needed to feel her body between his legs, her back against his chest, smell her scent wafting back to him.

  “Really?” She tugged her shirt down. “Okay.” With his help, she got herself turned to face the handlebars. “I’ve never driven one.”

  “Lights.” He pointed to a switch, and she flipped it. With his instructions, she had the thing running and in gear within minutes, and they turned around, heading back to the house at about half the speed at which they’d driven out.

  “This is so much fun!” Her hat flew off and the string caught around her neck. “I need to get me one of these for my place.”

  The thought of her leaving the Silver Spur felt like a knife in the gut. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he crushed her hat between them and pressed his cheek to her ear. “We’ll get you your own to have here on the ranch.”

  She tensed, then relaxed. “Can it be pink?”

  “If that’s what you want, yes.” Anything to show her how welcome she was here. Saying the words “stay with us” was hard. Showing her with little things like a four-wheeler—easy. “We can see if they have any princess ATVs for big girls.”

  She chuckled and turned her head for a quick kiss. “Deal!” Pressing the throttle, she got them going faster.

  When they pulled up to the house, it was full-on dark outside, and the kitchen lights glowed from the windows and the door. She turned off the motor and relaxed back against him, both of them facing the house. Facing the thought of telling Trey what had just happened. He kept a tight hold around her.

  “You’re right.” She laid her arms over his. “Tomorrow will be soon enough.”

  He felt like a mangy chicken thief. “Yeah. But I’m going to tell him. You stay out of it.”

  “But I initiated—”

  Cupping her cheek, he turned her to look at him. “I know my brother, Megan. If you’re there, he’ll bottle up the anger inside that gentleman’s code of his, and it’ll just bubble and grow, making everyone miserable.” He couldn’t help but run his thumb over her sexy lips. “If he and I have it out, he’ll blow, the cork will pop, but it’ll be over fast.”

  She nipped at his thumb. “Great analogy, but now I’m thirsty for champagne.” Her smile in the soft light from the kitchen windows was the stuff that gave artists inspiration.

  “We’ve got that.” He stood and helped her off the ATV, and guided her into the house. “Hungry?”

  She hung up her hat as he pulled off his boots and put his hat on a peg. “A little.”

  He dug in the fridge and pulled out the bottle of champagne Inez always kept in there. “For upstairs.” He wagged his eyebrows at her.

  “Yummy.” She licked her lips slowly.

  Yeah, his hard-on reappeared, imagining dribbling champagne on his cock and letting her lick it off. His eyes narrowed.

  “You’re so damn sexy, Garret.” She ran her hands over his chest, under his old shirt. “I’m getting so I want you every minute of every hour.”

  He set down the champagne and pulled her against him, grinding his hips into her soft belly. “You know I feel the same.” Just words, and inadequate to convey his need for her, but they’d have to do for now. “When that damn brother of mine punches out and hauls his ass home, I’ll show you just how much.”

  She smooched him, loud and quick. “Until then...” She looked around him into the fridge. “Is there any of the yummy casserole left?”

  Chapter Six

  Megan woke as a slice of light hit her face. She blinked, then the light disappeared. The bathroom light? Pre-sunrise dawn shone through the window. Which of her men was up already? Behind her, she heard Garret’s light snores. Funny how she knew his sounds already. Trey leaned over the bed and kissed her on the forehead. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered. She didn’t think she’d ever heard him do that. “I’ve got to run to town and sign some papers at my lawyer’s.”

  “To Clear River?” She stretched and linked her fingers together, then looped them around his head. “Take me with you?” She wanted to buy a pair of boots so she could ride with Trey. And a cowgirl hat that fit. “I need to pick up a few things.”

  “I can pick up whatever you need. Stay in bed.” He tipped his head toward his brother. “He’ll sleep ‘til noon.”

  Megan released Trey and twisted to see Garret. Muscles she didn’t know she had twinged. The three of them had performed some amazing gymnastics last night, and her body aches proved just how much she’d enjoyed every minute, every orgasm.

  Garret lay on his stomach, his solid, round ass cheeks just peeking above the sheet that covered his legs. Yummy hunk of man.

  She sat up and watched Trey pull on a short-sleeved, button-down shirt in a light plaid. Dressing up a little. He turned to her. “Make a list of what you need.”

  Didn’t he want her to go with him? “No, that’s okay. I’ll have Garret drive me in later.” She fluffed her pillow, lay down, and pulled the sheet up to her chin, feeling a little unwanted and working hard to smother the emotion. He probably had a very good reason for not wanting her along.

  He strode to the bed, tugged the sheet down, and took her hand, pulling her out of bed. “Come with me, Megan. I just...” He herded her into the bathroom.

  “Just?”

  He grabbed her wrist and looked into her eyes as if the answer to the world’s problems lay there. “I want you to come along.”

  “It’ll take me about ten minutes to shower and dress.”

  “Breakfast in ten, then.” His kiss was sexy, slow, and minty.

  She smiled against his lips. “Nothing tastes as good as you do right now.”

  He growled and stepped closer, but she held out a hand. “Breakfast in ten.” She pointed to the door. “That is, if you leave right now.”

  He stood a few seconds, looking like he couldn’t make up his mind, then leaned in for a kiss and left, closing the door behind him.

  Eight minutes later, Megan trotted down the long staircase, carrying her purse with her mascara, figuring to put it on during the long drive to town. She wore a nice pair of capris and a satiny T-shirt, not wanting to dress too casually.

  The smell of bacon hit he
r first when she stepped into the kitchen, then she registered the presence of a petite woman in a bright colored dress and functional gray shoes. Her salt-and-pepper hair was wound into a bun at her crown.

  “Megan.” Trey looked up from his coffee and newspaper. “Megan...” He stood. “This is the woman who keeps the ranch running. Inez, meet Megan.”

  The woman turned, her wrinkled face pulled up into a smile. “Miss Megan. It’s so good to have you here.” She pulled a pan off the burner. “This one here...” She gestured toward Trey with her fork. “He did nothing but talk about you for a week.”

  Trey mentioned her? Megan smiled and walked forward. “It’s so nice to meet you, Inez.” She held out her hand.

  The woman scoffed and pulled her in for a quick hug. “You’re as pretty as he said, that one.” She chuckled as she opened the oven door. “Made us all work overtime to get the place prettied-up for you. ‘Has to be perfect for her,’ he’d tell me.”

  Megan glanced at Trey. Color tinted his neck and face. Good lord, her cowboy blushed? She could just grab him and drag him back upstairs for an hour or two.

  “Inez has the day off today.” He pulled out a chair for Megan. “As you can see, she doesn’t understand what that means.”

  He pulled a mug out of a cupboard and poured coffee from the carafe.

  Inez pointed a grizzled finger at him. “I saw the light on in your bathroom. It stayed on for ten minutes, so I knew you were heading to town.”

  Megan’s eyes went wide. The woman could see...

  “Inez lives up river about a half mile, but she has binoculars to keep track of what’s going on here.”

  “I do not.” Inez winked at Megan then patted Trey’s stomach. “You need a real breakfast.” She took two plates and started filling them with eggs, toast, bacon, and potatoes.

  Trey set the coffee in front of Megan, then went to the fridge and came back with skim milk.

  “Thank you.” She took the carton from him. “You remembered.”

  He nodded as he sat. “In Chicago, your big breakfast after...” He looked at Inez who had her back to them.

  “Go ahead,” the woman said. “I’m not listening.”

  Megan laughed as Trey just smiled. “She never listens unless it’s none of her business.”

  “True.” She turned with two plates heaped with food, walked to the table, and set them in front of each of them. “But everything around here is my business.” She went back for the coffee pot and refilled Trey’s mug. “Is your brother still asleep?”

  “Probably. You know how the hotshot is.”

  Inez replaced the carafe and wiped her hands on a towel, looking at the ceiling. “I’m so anxious to see him, I’m tempted to go up there and wake—”

  The grating of Trey’s chair shoving back startled both women.

  Garret was asleep in Trey’s bed.

  “Okay, Miss Inez.” He took her by the shoulders and pointed her toward the door. “It’s your day off.” He plucked a thick shawl from one of the pegs and tossed it around her shoulders. “Get in your car, go home, and make yourself a big pot of tea.”

  She gestured toward the stove where empty pans sat. “I need to—“

  “I’ll take care of it.” Trey opened the door, took Inez’s hand and kissed it, then shooed her outside. “Thank you for breakfast. And don’t come back.”

  “Nice to meet...”

  Trey had already closed the door. “She’s only supposed to come once a day, five days a week, to make me breakfast, dinner, and something for me to heat up for supper.” He sat and dug into his food.

  “She came this morning to see Garret?” Megan took a forkful of potatoes. Green peppers and onions flavored the fried spuds.

  “You.” Trey bit his toast and chewed, staring at her. “She knew hotshot wouldn’t be up this early. She was curious about you.”

  Nibbling her toast, she considered all the people who she would come into contact with on the ranch who’d wonder if she was with Trey or Garret. How would they handle it?

  Trey set down his fork. His plate was empty. “You gonna eat that or just play with it?” He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood, hauling his plate and mug to the counter. He loaded them into the dishwasher along with the pans and utensils.

  He was all business this morning. When her stomach rumbled, she got busy eating.

  Five minutes later, Trey handed her up into the cab of a brand new pearl-white truck with the ranch’s logo on it. She sniffed the new-car scent. “Don’t tell me you bought a new truck this week to impress me?”

  He grinned and closed her door, walked around the front of the truck, and got into his seat. “Nope. Had this one on order for six months. It just came in this week, though.” He turned the ignition and the engine roared to life. Glancing at her, he winked. “But if you want to think I got it just for you...” He shifted, looked straight ahead, and accelerated down the driveway. “Be my guest.”

  “Okay. I will.” He was in a strange mood.

  Forty-five minutes later, she sat in the lawyer’s waiting room sipping weak coffee while Trey met with his very young, very sexy, very female attorney. Every once in a while, she heard his low laugh and her bright one. Her stomach kicked up jealously just thinking about her cowboy with another woman.

  When he came out, the lawyer shook Trey’s hand and held onto it just a bit too long. The woman, in her expensive tan suit and high fashion pumps, gave Megan a little finger wave, as if she were a child.

  Trey guided Megan out the door and to his truck. Had he dated the woman? Was he still dating the woman? Is that why he hadn’t wanted Megan to come to town with him?

  Their next stop was at the feed store where he had a forklift place a pallet of bags onto the bed of the truck. The next stop was the fleet supply where he helped her pick out boots, thick denim jeans, and a cute red cowgirl hat.

  The rays of the midday sun blinded her as they reflected off Trey’s pickup. As they slid into the cab, the heat struck her like a sauna.

  He started the engine and flipped the air conditioner to high. The radio played a twangy country ballad. “Where to next?” He waited for her response, but didn’t look at her.

  “I have everything I needed to get.”

  He nodded and reached for the shifter.

  “Trey.” She grabbed his hand before it reached the knob.

  He met her gaze. “Uh huh?” He seemed heavy-hearted. Not the usual positive, caring gentleman he’d been. Was this just another side of him that she’d never seen?

  “What is it? Is anything wrong?”

  As his jaw tightened, he turned off the truck’s radio. “I need to ask you something.”

  Her chest clenched, and a blast of worry shook her. “Sure.”

  He pierced her with a stare. “Did you and Garret do anything last night?”

  She felt heat race up to her face, then drain away, leaving her breathless. “Why do you ask?” Her voice was too high.

  His lips tightened. He knew she was stalling.

  “Something Garret said last night, when he was between your legs.”

  The casual way he referred to his brother’s sensual attention to her pussy almost made her laugh. This was not the right time to start giggling. She swallowed and struggled for the right words.

  Trey looked out the windshield and resettled his hat. “It didn’t hit me until this morning in the shower.” He gave her an intense stare.

  She couldn’t meet his gaze. Wrapping her arms around her middle, she took in a choppy breath. “He wanted to tell you himself.”

  The bang startled her. Trey hit the steering wheel with his palm once again and pressed the radio button, cranking the volume until the music filled the cab.

  She reached for his arm, but he gave her hand a laser stare and she pulled it back. “It wasn’t what you think, Trey.” How did she explain it? There was no penetration? But there was his finger. Would it matter to Trey that his brother didn’t have an orgasm? />
  He shifted and tore out of the empty parking lot, squealing the tires around the corner.

  No, she’d best leave this one alone. She sat back, tucked into herself, and shouted to be heard over the music. “I’m sorry.”

  With a long exhale, he slowed the truck to close to the speed limit and visibly relaxed himself. He turned off the radio. “It’s not your fault.”

  Fault? Is that what he was looking for? Someone to blame? “It was my fault. Last night, I mean. When you and I suggested we change our lifestyle rules and he balked, I thought he’d be more amenable to it if he had a taste of what it would be like to—”

  “Taste?” His voice cracked through the truck like a whip. “Is that what he did?”

  “No.” She waved a hand. “Let me finish my thought, then you can start the interrogation.”

  He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

  “I got carried away with my...persuasion. It was my fault, not his.”

  “He’s a man. He knows when to stop. It was not your fault.”

  “Trey, please. We didn’t have sex. Not in the classic sense of the word.” Why was this making her uncomfortable? In the last twelve hours, she’d had her men every way a woman could take them. “I had all my clothes on. He gave me an orgasm with his finger. He sucked my nipples. That’s all.”

  Trey made a strange sound. Then made it again. Then he broke out in a laugh. He glanced at her, his grin making him too handsome. “Sweetheart, you sound like a teenager whose daddy caught her with the town bad boy.”

  She took her first full breath since the conversation started. “I feel like it, now that you mention it.” She turned in her seat, facing him. “Garret held back, didn’t take his own pleasure, because he didn’t want to do that without finishing the conversation about rules with you.”

  Trey was silent the last fifteen minutes of the drive, but his grip had loosened on the wheel, and he was breathing a lot easier.

  She let him brood, or whatever he was doing inside that brilliant brain of his, and she took in the scenery out her window. She needed to warn Garret that his brother knew about last night. Actually, she should probably stick close to Garret and act as a moderator when the two men came face to face.