Two Cowboys Next Door

by Jay S. Wilder

  It shouldn’t matter what happens between me, Clay, and Nash, as long as no one finds out. They only have something like ten days left in town. Soon they’ll be gone and the truth about what happened with us will stay forever buried.

  I haven’t told one person about losing my virginity. That’s how scared I am about me seeing Clay getting out. First, I tell one of my closest friends and then she tells another friend and the news snowballs and the whole town knows about my sex life.

  I finish up my makeup and grab my purse from the bed. For a brief moment, the thought of sneaking out the window appears. I don’t like hiding things from my parents. The idea of going downstairs, looking them in the faces and lying about who I’m going out with tonight makes me feel sick.

  Instead of climbing out the window I tip toe my way to the front door. Luckily, my parents are talking loudly enough in the kitchen and don’t seem to hear me.

  It’s perfect timing. Nash’s black truck is just pulling up the driveway. I run out to meet them, praying my parents don’t come and look out the front of the house.

  Clay climbs from the passenger’s side and takes my hand.

  “You look wonderful,” he softly says, his eyes sweeping down the length of my sundress.

  I bite my lip to stop an excessive smile. “Thank you.”

  He looks amazing too, though he’s got nothing special on. Both guys wear tight jeans, button-up shirts, and their black Stetsons. Plenty of men wear the same outfit regularly, but Clay and Nash bring something special to it. Clay helps me into the cab and I hunker down between the two men.

  I don’t get in a good breath until the truck is turned around and leaving the driveway. Nash seems to know where he’s going, taking us right in the direction of the highway. I glance over at him but he doesn’t look my way. It’s impossible to tell how he’s feeling about our one on one conversation.

  We make small talk the whole way to the bowling alley. They update me on the goings-on at the rodeo, and the Murphy ranch, and I tell them a bit about school. I wonder if Nash told Clay about what went on between us this afternoon. Do they talk about those kinds of things? And would me and Nash hanging out with each other make Clay jealous?

  “What made you want to be a teacher?” Nash asks, interrupting my thoughts. It’s a plain question, one that’s much more demure than any we asked each other earlier. It feels like he’s drawing a silent truce with me.

  I shrug. “I love kids. It’s really just as simple as that. I don’t think I ever wanted to be anything else.” I eye him. He’s got the strongest profile I’ve ever seen on a man. You’d think it was chiseled out of stone.

  “Any one grade you want to teach?”

  “No. I can’t be picky anyway. My degree is in primary education. I’m just going to take whatever job I can find. It has to be close to home.”

  I feel Clay’s eyes on me. “You can’t leave home, huh?”

  It’s a deeply personal way to bring up the subject of my Dad’s health. I clear my throat and look at my purse. “No.”

  “Oh.”

  “What about you, Nash?” I ask, done talking about myself. “Did you always want to be in the rodeo?”

  “Kind of.”

  Clay leans towards me. “He always wanted to be a cowboy. Our boy here grew up in a one-story house with a picket fence.”

  “My cousins got me into the rodeo,” Nash explains. “They had me chasing sheep at five. My mom didn’t know anything about rodeo or farm life. She’s a secretary at a lawyer’s office. She grew up outside Detroit and moved here for my dad.”

  “And what about your dad?” I ask. “Is he from the country?”

  Nash keeps his eyes on the road. “He grew up on a ranch, but I never really knew him. He took off before I was one.”

  “Oh,” I say in a small voice. I’m not sure where to take the conversation. I think about his mom moving to a new place for a man who eventually left her high and dry. And with a baby on top of it. I don’t know the woman but it makes my heart ache.

  He probably has never had a girlfriend because he didn’t have a father figure. He doesn’t know what life with a woman looks like.

  It’s an unfair thought. Clay himself always had his dad around, and he and Nash ended up living the same lifestyle. I shouldn’t be hard on him.

  A minute later and we’re at the bowling alley. Nash pulls the truck into a spot near the front and hustles out of the cab. I scoot over towards the passenger’s side door. Both men stand waiting for me, each of them extending a hand. I take the offered palms. They pull me to the ground, absolutely no effort being exerted on my part.

  This is what it must feel like to be a princess.

  The bowling alley roars with noise. An upbeat Top Forty song thrums through the place and friends laugh and shout at each other across the space. We get our shoes and head over to a lane at the very end.

  “I hope you two are ready,” I tease, going and testing out some balls. I lift a few and find the perfect orange one.

  Nash chuckles. “For what, exactly?”

  I grin at him over my shoulder. “To get beat by a girl. I bowled on the weekends in high school. Not to brag or anything, but I’m pretty good.”

  Clay picks up the ball next to mine. “You’re not bragging, huh? Bullshit. What made you get this cocky? What happened to the girl in pigtails that I left behind?”

  I stare him in the eyes. “She grew up.”

  He slowly raises an eyebrow, silently asking for more of an explanation. Or maybe more of a sexual suggestion. I’m not giving either. I flip my ponytail over my shoulder and turn away, making sure to sway my hips as much as I can while I walk.

  Now that I’ve decided I’m all in with whatever this situation is, I’m not holding back. I’m going to flirt hardcore with these two. I’m going to enjoy every minute I get with them and it’s going to be amazing.

  It turns out Clay and Nash are both formidable bowling opponents. I’m rusty from not playing in years and get off to a bad start. Nash gets a strike his first turn and Clay ends up leading the score. I do my best to keep up and focus on the game but their jeers don’t help.

  “Try aiming for the gutter,” Nash teases. “That might work.”

  I pick up my ball and stick my tongue out at him. He responds by slowly and suggestively biting down on his bottom lip. Wetness seeps from me and I gulp. The guys are sitting next to each other on the hard plastic seats, nothing but muscles, cocky attitudes, and cowboy boots. I’d go ahead and just throw myself on them if there weren’t other people around.

  We play games for hours, munching on every snack the concession bar has to offer in between. I win one go, though it might just be a fluke.

  Gradually the bowling alley empties out. Too soon we’re the only three people left. We play our last game while the manager watches out of the corner of his eye, waiting for us to finish up and leave.

  In the parking lot, I check the time on my phone.

  “Oh shit,” I cry. “It’s past midnight!”

  All I told my parents was I’d be bowling tonight. I held my breath and hoped they’d assume I was going out with Ally or another friend. If they didn’t ask questions I wouldn’t have to lie. Luckily, they just nodded and said nothing.

  No lies told. No harm done.

  I start to send a quick text to my mom to tell her I’ll be home soon, but then I pause. She’s already asleep, and really there’s no telling when I’ll be crawling into my own bed.

  Hopefully not for a while.

  We take the ride back to Ello road. It seems longer this time and the small talk less exuberant. We rehash the games and Clay points out some familiar landmarks from growing up, but I can’t focus on the conversation. There’s only one thing on my mind. The long stretches of silence from either side of me, says the men are occupied with similar thoughts.

  Clay’s leg presses against mine and I reach over and run my hand across his jeans. He smiles at me in the dim light and rubs my sk
irt against my thigh.

  A bulge quickly grows between his legs. I stare at it and swallow hard. I’m actually salivating, much like I would if looking at a big steak.

  Clay tugs on the strap of my dress to bring me closer to him. His lips press warmly against mine. It’s different kissing each of the men, but equally good. Nash seems to kiss with a sort of wild abandon, while Clay with steady control.

  Clay runs his hands across my breasts, gripping them tightly and twisting them beneath my dress. I groan against his teeth. I’m pulsating with desire, my pussy clenching on repeat. Without thinking about it, I run my hand over the bump in Clay’s jeans. His dick jerks in response.

  Clay softly kisses the edge of my mouth. “Take it out.”

  There’s a growl from the other side of the moving truck. Nash is definitely enjoying this just as much as I am. I unzip Clay’s pants and gently pull his dick out. It’s soft and throbbing with heat. A bead of liquid comes from the tip. I stare at it, feeling absolutely mesmerized.

  “Taste it,” Clay orders. “Have you ever tasted a dick?”

  I can barely breathe. I shake my head.

  “Taste it,” he repeats, his voice hardly more than a whisper.

  I run my finger across the bit of liquid and lift it to my lips. The pre-cum is salty and sweet. Clay’s eyes go wide as he watches me suck on my finger.

  “Damn,” he whispers.

  I gulp. I want more. I want to taste his entire length, to fill his girth pressing against my tongue. I’m also scared. What if I hurt him or make a fool of myself by doing the wrong thing?

  Clay seems to read my mind. “Don’t worry.” He rubs his fingers across my shoulder. “Just follow your instinct.”

  I scoot back in the seat and lean into his lap. His dick welcomes me, pointing straight up at my face. I stick my tongue out and taste the end of it. It's smooth like velvet. I open my lips and take a bit of it in.

  Something strange comes over me. It’s almost a kind of hunger, but one like none I’ve ever felt. I suck on Clay’s dick, drawing him against the roof of my mouth. He groans and runs his hand over my back.

  He gets even stiffer as I suck. I open my mouth as wide as possible, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He goes deeper and I gag. I keep going, though, swallowing him up. Each suck turns me on more.

  “I can’t take this anymore,” Nash says.

  The truck veers and hits some bumpy road. I lift my head from Clay’s lap to look around. We’re on a dirt road off the highway. Trees surround us on two sides.

  “Come over here.” Nash’s hands slip around my torso. He pulls me across the seat and into his lap. My knees land on either side of him. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he guides me down for a kiss.

  His tongue slithers over mine, stroking and teasing. Two strong hands tug at my dress. We break the kiss for a second for it to go over my head. A moment later and we’re back to making out.

  I’m vaguely aware of Clay unhooking the back of my bra and guiding the straps off my shoulders. His palms press against my back and move around to my chest.

  Clay rolls and twists my nipples, gently at first, and then with a little more edginess. The pleasure from his hands and Nash’s tongue take me to a new level. I start to shake from and overwhelming sensation expanding through my core.

  “I need,” I murmur against Nash’s mouth.

  He tugs slightly on my ponytail. “You need what?”

  “I, I need,” I stammer. I can’t even say it.

  Nash understands. He bunches my panties up in his hands and pulls. The fabric rips into two pieces and falls away from my thighs. Nash pushes a finger between my folds. My walls happily clench around him and he gently bites my tongue.

  Clay runs his teeth across the back of my neck, eliciting a shiver from me. There’s too much going on. I don’t know where to focus.

  Nash reaches his other hand between us to unzip his jeans. His dick slips out and I grab hold of it right away. Nash rummages through his pants’ pocket and pulls out a condom. He slides it over his length and then grabs my hips and slowly lowers me onto him.

  Each inch stretches me to my limits. My walls groan in protest, but they love it at the same time. Nash pushes me all the way down onto his shaft. His dick buried deeply in me, he takes hold of my ponytail and twists it around his fingers.

  “Ride me,” he gruffly says.

  I gulp. “I… I don’t know how to.”

  Clay’s tongue slips in my ear. My eyes close and I groan. “It’s just like riding a bull,” he whispers. His fingers press gently against my clit.

  I push my hips forward, driving Nash further into me. Hot pants leave my mouth. Nash grips my hair tight. I try to move my head a bit but his grasp doesn’t let me.

  Over and over I rock against him. Clay plays with my clit while keeping one hand on my breasts. All put together, the pinching, rubbing, and thrusting feel like Heaven.

  A thick cloud of pleasure engulfs me and I shake in release. Nash groans and drives his hips upwards. His hold on my hair loosens and I fall forward against his chest.

  I clutch his shoulders and gulp in air. As I get my third inhale Clay’s arms go around me. He pulls me off of Nash and flips me around. My back hits the seat and my legs fall across Nash’s lap.

  Clay settles himself on his knees next to the seat, barely able to fit in the small space. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His kisses rain down on my neck, each one lower than the last. His lips wrap around a nipple and suck hard. Teeth scrape at the delicate skin there, causing a blurring of pain and pleasure. I wind my fingers in Clay’s hair and watch him ravish my breasts.

  Nash trails his fingers up and down my thighs. Pushing them open, he teases my engorged clit. A finger slides lower and pushes against my ass.

  I wiggle under the strange touch but don’t pull away. Nash leisurely pushes inside of me. My hole resists at first, clamping down around him. He gently strokes my mound, encouraging me to open up to him. Gradually my body lets him enter.

  “Good,” he murmurs, withdrawing his hands. “We have to get you ready for both of us.”

  The words send an excited shiver through me.

  Clay leaves my sore breasts, and gets between Nash and me to straddle me. Making room by lifting my legs, he buries his dick inside of me. The force is stronger than the first time he entered me and it makes me cry out in surprise.

  He lifts my legs higher, hooking them over his shoulders. The angle settles his dick in a new and more intense spot. Holding tight onto my knees, he pounds into me. My butt rises off the seat with each stroke.

  Pleasure and pain course through me. I claw at the seat, half wanting Clay to stop but also never wanting him to. The pleasure increases and I come hard against him. My moans fill the cab and Clay joins me with his own guttural grunts. He pulls back from me and hot liquid spills across my leg.

  Clay gently removes my legs from his shoulders and settles back down on the seat. Nash takes my feet and sets them in his lap. My legs rest across both the men’s laps. They rub them up and down, stroking them in such a tender way it’s surprising.

  “It’s hot in here,” Nash comments. He turns on the engine and cracks the windows.

  Though his face is barely visible, I can feel Clay staring at me. I turn my eyes towards his.

  “I had a good time tonight,” I say.

  “We did too,” Clay answers.

  His voice is low and sweet. My heart flips and I gulp. Are they going to take me out again?

  I really, really want them to. I mean what I said. I’ve never had a date half as fun as tonight’s.

  But if they take me out again I might end up having even more fun. They’ll be gone in just over a week.

  And what will I do then?

  I won’t have to worry about anyone finding out about us, sure, but what if I miss Clay and Nash?

  It’s not even a question. I will miss them.

  My plan to live in the moment and go with the
flow now seems ridiculous.

  I slowly pull my legs away from their hands and find my dress. Nash gets the hint and takes the truck back to the highway. We’re closer to the ranches than I thought. In no time at all the truck pulls into my driveway.

  “You can let me out here,” I say halfway up the drive.

  Nash looks at me in surprise. “We’re gonna walk you in.”

  “No,” I fiercely say. “That’s nice, but no thank you. And thanks for tonight.”

  I almost go to kiss him, but then think better of it. Even one more touch of Nash or Clay’s lips on mine might make me come undone.

  Clay’s already opened the door and climbed out. He offers me his hand but I ignore it and jump into the grass myself.

  “Goodnight,” I nod at him.

  He starts to reach for me but I turn and jog away.

  11

  Clay

  “I’m gonna tie her up.” Nash raises his eyebrows at me over the table.

  I smirk and take a drink from my beer bottle. The saloon is mostly empty, with nothing more than a few early evening drinkers peppered here and there.

  I lean back in the booth and give the topic some thought. “Too bad we only have a week left here. She’d warm up and get wilder with time.”

  He sighs. “Too bad. I can’t believe you didn’t fuck her years ago.”

  “She was fifteen last time I saw her.”

  He waves his beer around. “I’m talking about after that, ya sick bastard. All the times you came home to visit.”

  “I didn’t come home much, I guess,” I grumble. “And Cheyenne and I just never ran into each other.”

  “What’s up with her dad anyway? Does he actually exist? I’ve never seen him.” He grins at his own joke.

  “He has Parkinson’s. Didn’t I tell you? He’s not moving around much anymore.”

  The smile falls right off his face. “Shit. She said she can’t leave home to look for a job… He’s what she was talking about?”

  “Yeah. Her parents need her help. That’s why Cheyenne’s mom asked us to do those repairs.”

  “You talked about this with her?”