by Mia Ford
But her worry was quickly overridden by her excitement at having them both. The Cooper brothers were twins and an amazing example of male perfection. Both tall, muscular, with hard worked natural washboard abs. They were both cowboys, grounded and masculine, and of course, rich as Hell. Leon had bought this ranch worth millions and she was their housekeeper, the person responsible for its maintenance, the food on their table and also for feeding their sexual desires it seemed.
Ivy smiled to herself as she thought about it. She was far away from prying eyes on this ranch, in this private little world with two brothers who fulfilled all her sexual needs. Could life look any better? The only problem was that neither of them had made a move yet, and in the light of day, Ivy was too embarrassed, too shy to say anything. She even wondered now if all of that had been a joke, if Leon had changed his mind. After all, why would he want to share her with someone else? Even if that someone else was his twin.
She shut the window and eventually climbed back into bed. She was growing impatient now. How many more days would she have to wait? How long before she could have Leon again? Could have Archer again? Would it be too bold to make the first move?
She felt the coolness of her soft pillow as it grazed her cheek. She needed to come up with a plan. She had to find some way to break the ice, otherwise she wasn’t sure how long she could still stay sane in anticipation of what was to come.
When she shut her eyes, all Ivy could see was the two brothers, in their cowboy hats, riding their horses together, riding them towards her. Their smiling hardy faces, their biceps flexed, their long strong legs bouncing off the sides of their horses. She could have them both, she could have them whenever she wanted…could she?
Ivy jerked up in bed with a start again. What if it wasn’t her choice? What if part of the deal of having both the brothers was that it was entirely up to them? Was she a prisoner in this ranch? Ivy tried to remind herself of Leon’s actions. How he was always kind to her, how he had always treated her with respect. He had never forced himself on her. He left her alone all day, and only came to her bedroom at night if she agreed to it. But he hadn’t visited her in over a week now. Neither had Archer made a move. What did all of this mean?
Ivy looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four. Four more hours before she was expected to serve them breakfast. She decided she would speak to Leon then. She had to put her foot down and ask him to clarify what he had meant by all that he had said. There was no point talking to Archer, even though they were twins it was easy to see who was the more authoritative of the two brothers. Besides, this house and this ranch was Leon’s not Archer’s, which meant that everything that was done had to be done with his permission.
Ivy tried to lull herself back to sleep, as difficult as it was, she needed to rest so that she could have a fresh start to the new day. It was going to be a big day, and had the possibility of changing her life forever, if she played her cards right.
As she slept, she dreamt about them both, even in her sleep she couldn’t choose between them. They were both too good to be true.
Ivy was ready and in the kitchen by half past seven. She knew their schedules well by now. Leon was the first to wake, be ready and down for breakfast at eight, sharp. Archer was usually not in the kitchen before nine, sometimes even half past. This would give her just the chance she needed to talk to Leon privately.
She had dressed carefully this morning, making sure that her golden tight ringlets fell like a curtain around her shoulders, her green eyes were bright and sharp. She had chosen a green dress to match her eyes, a thin cotton one that reached her knees in a wide frill. She knew Leon liked her to dress up. She knew he watched her walking around the house, following the way her wide hips swayed, how the curves of her butt swung with every step she took. This dress had a deep plunge in the front, so that her cleavage was revealed in full form, enticing with its juicy fullness.
When Ivy heard Leon’s footsteps on the stairs, she positioned herself in front of the table, making sure her curls fell over her shoulders, accentuating the rise and fall of her breasts. She stood with her hands on her hips so that he could appreciate her full form. Her cheeks flushed the moment Leon walked into the room, because she was aware of the set up. She was setting him up for seduction. She wanted him to be the weaker one in the room so that he would be forced to talk to her.
Leon entered, tall and heavy, his sandy blonde hair brushed messily to the back. He was in his usual plaid work shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. His jeans were several days old, covered in dust and caked mud. He didn’t care how he looked, but just the sight of him made Ivy immediately excited. She could feel herself beginning to grow wet between her legs. In his hands, Leon was clutching his cowboy hat, but his deep brown eyes settled on her and she saw the look of surprise. He was surprised to see her dressed up this early in the morning. And he had definitely made a mental note of her bursting cleavage.
“Morning.” Ivy chimed, smiling coyly at him.
“Morning.” He said in his deep thick voice. Did she detect a stutter? She had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t planned on being aroused this early in the morning. She could see that he was trying to settle himself. He hadn’t even made a move towards the table or the food, even though Ivy had his breakfast neatly laid out.
“Off to work?” She asked him, still keeping her voice cheerful.
“The usual.” He said, and grumpily pushed past her to pull a chair out for himself. Ivy smiled because she could see how turned on he was, and how angry he was with himself for that.
“Here let me butter your toast.” She added, and over his shoulder she reached for one of his toasts. She noticed the way his eyes went directly to her breasts, that were hovering over one of his shoulders. He gulped and then looked up at her face.
“Are you going somewhere?” He asked, after a few moments of silence. Ivy’s breasts shook softly as she buttered his toasts and then placed them back on his plate. She turned to him with a wide smile on her face and her brows crossed.
“Of course, not. Why do you ask?” She said and straightened herself, being sure to keep her breasts jutted out towards him, her back straight. He was looking at her with his brown eyes narrowed, his focus on her face. He was making a mighty attempt to not stare at her breasts again.
“Because you look irresistible and I have to work.” He said it flatly, like he was reading something out from a piece of paper. Ivy took in a deep breath and bit down on her lip. She had been waiting to hear him say this for so long. She had been waiting so long for him. She was ready to rip his clothes off.
“Good, because I’m tired of you staying away from me.” She said, in all seriousness, returning her hand to her hip. Leon’s brows furrowed.
“Staying away from you?” He asked and she nodded her head gently.
“You haven’t come to me for over a week. You said I could have you. Have you both.” She said and a soft smile appeared on Leon’s face. His gaze dropped to his lap and she saw what he was looking at. There was a tent in his jeans, he was aroused beyond belief, just by looking at her. And it made Ivy smile.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind.” He said, when he looked back at her. She still had the smile on her face when she reached for him, for his lap, under the tablecloth.
She breathed in sharply when she felt him in her hands. When she felt how madly he wanted her.
“That’s a shame, because I’ve only had you on my mind.” Ivy said and she saw the way his features darkened. Leon was struggling to keep his cool. He knew what she was doing, he knew that his resolve was going to break any instance, but he was still foolishly resisting. She saw his jaws clench and unclench, his hands remained on the table while he looked at her.
“I have to work. I have a full day ahead of me.” He said hoarsely, like his breath was caught in his throat.
“So do I. Since when has it taken you very long to make me come?” She said, courage coursing through her veins now, as she b
ent down further to feel him better in her hands. When she looked up she knew he was gone for. Leon was not going to be able to stay away from her any longer.
Leon reached for her breasts with both his hands, making her tumble. He only needed to tug the front of her dress a slight bit with his teeth and her full firm breasts were revealed to him. Her dress was barely holding them up together. He looked into her eyes, for only a moment, as though he was asking for permission and when Ivy smiled he extended his long bubble tongue for her erect pink nipple.
She could feel herself bursting through her belly, something was moving inside her. The sight of his tongue reaching slowly for her nipple which was at level with his face. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. Just when the wetness of Leon’s tongue touched her painfully aroused nipple. Then his hand cupped it, squeezing her breast further into his mouth. He sucked ferociously. Ivy moaned, still bent over him, her other breast swaying in front of his face.
She reached for him again with her hands. His dick was hard and throbbing in his dusty jeans and she quickly unzipped him. It sprang out, and was velvety smooth and yet hard as a rock in her hands. She was stroking him as he sucked on her breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, hungrily. Like she was his breakfast.
“Ride me.” He said hoarsely, suddenly looking up at her, his chocolate brown eyes narrowed and intense. When Ivy didn’t move, he parted his leg, indicating that he wanted her to sit on his lap. She complied.
Within moments, Ivy had settled herself down on his lap, with her back pressing against the edge of the kitchen table. She was sandwiched between it and Leon’s own muscular body, trapped, with nowhere to go. She reminded herself that this was what she had wanted.
His hands were on her again, holding her by her waist while she could feel his throbbing dick underneath her, pressing up against her moistened panties. Her legs hung on either side of him, while she looked into his eyes.
“You shouldn’t be making me do this. Not right now.” He said and Ivy fluttered her eyelids at him, thrusting her bare breasts towards him again.
“You shouldn’t be this aroused then.” She said coyly and moved her hips in concentric circles, grinding into his dick. She heard him take in a sharp breath and then his grip on her became stronger.
“I’m going to have to fuck you to make it stop.” He said, and he lifted her up. A squeal escaped Ivy’s lips and then she felt his dick slide into her. He had pushed her panties aside, her wet dripping panties. She was so ready for him, she had been ready for him for very long, and when he slid in, Ivy moaned loudly, arching her back from him, throwing her head back in pleasure.
He was deep inside her, holding her tightly by the waist as he made her bounce on his lap.
“You’re going to come for me. Quick.” He said, too loudly this time as he bounced her. She could feel him deep inside her, stroking her G spot repeatedly, thrusting himself in and out of her. She didn’t want him to stop, she didn’t ever want him to stop. It was only a few minutes later that she realized that she had been screaming, loudly, loud enough for Archer in his room to hear.
Leon had a smile on his face, his lower jaw jutted out as he increased his pace, pulling her up and forcing her down to slide down his dick again. She had wrapped her arms around his thick neck, her curls bounced with her, her breasts bounced with her, and Leon continued to smile. He liked watching her come. He liked to see her this helpless in his hands.
“I can’t…I can’t!” Ivy screamed again. She could feel her face going red. He had pushed her over the edge. He was so tight and big inside her, stroking her there, over and over again, giving her no chance to cool off.
“Do it. Now!” Leon growled and she screamed for one last time as she felt her body shake uncontrollably. Leon was coming too, shooting inside her, deep into her where she could feel him emptying himself. He grunted loudly too as he came, his grip on her waist stung now, he was holding her that tightly.
And then slowly, several minutes later, Ivy felt her body beginning to relax. She had had her fill. He had finally satisfied the itching craving she had been having so long for him.
Silently, without a word, Leon eased Ivy off his lap so that her feet were touching the floor again. She straightened herself, and realized she was still a little wobbly from the force of her orgasm. When she looked at him, he was zipping himself back. And then as cool as a cucumber, he picked up one of the buttered toasts and took one big bite out of it. She smiled and shook her head, amazed how quickly he had gone back to being his usual self.
“I’m going to be in the stables if you need me, brother.” Archer’s voice startled them both. Ivy spun around to see him at the kitchen door. The handsome man with his shaggy dark hair, in his full six foot and six inches. He had a dazed expression on his face, but a smile on his face.
“I’ll be there shortly.” Leon said behind her.
“What about breakfast? I have toast and eggs for you.” Ivy called after him, but Archer had turned away from them and disappeared out of sight.
When she whipped around to look at Leon, he was finishing up his food, taking a quick gulp of his lukewarm coffee. She wanted to ask him if everything was fine between the two brothers. If something had happened since they last spoke, but Leon had shut himself off again.
“Have a good day, Ivy.” He said, standing up suddenly. He pressed his lips to her cheeks quickly before he walked past her. And he was gone before she even had a chance to wish him the same.
Ivy was taking her online classes, when she heard a knock on the door.
“Come on in.” She called out, not quite sure which of the two brothers it was. When the door opened, she found Archer on the other side, with a polite smile on his face.
“Leon wants you to know that he won’t be home for dinner tonight. He’s going to town for some work and will be eating there.” Archer said, with his hand still on the doorknob.
Ivy was a little taken aback by this information, considering that Leon had never done this before. In the weeks that she had been at the ranch, he had not once left the place or gone anywhere, other than to shop for their pantry. And even then, he was always back in a few hours. But she tried to hide her surprise now.
“I see. So, will I only cook for you and me then?” She asked, smiling. It was her way of finding out if Archer was going with his brother as well.
“Yeah, only me and you.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame. He was looking at her now, studying the dress that she had previously used to seduce Leon. She could see that Archer liked it too. The brothers definitely had the same tastes.
“Good.” She said, meeting his eyes.
“Good.” He repeated after her, a knowing smile creeping up his face.
She could feel her nerves twitching. She was getting the sense that Archer was implying something, that perhaps it was going to be their night. But was Leon leaving to give them privacy? Why would he do something like that? The house was big enough, the ranch was big enough for privacy. But she said nothing, only held Archer’s gaze.
He looked handsome in his rugged clothes, the stubble he had not yet shaved had grown to a full-fledged beard now and she was curious how it would feel against her face. His blue eyes were piercing, trying to communicate with her, slowly undressing her as she sat in front of her computer.
Even though Ivy was sexually satisfied now, after Leon that morning, she found herself beginning to crave Archer again. Just the way he was looking at her was enough to tell her what he planned on doing.
“So, I’ll see you tonight then.” He said abruptly and she nodded her head. He was gone again and Ivy was left alone with her thoughts.
The way it looked now was that Leon was leaving for the evening to give his brother his promised share of Ivy, and she couldn’t be more excited. Her one encounter with Archer had left her craving for more, and this was going to be her first opportunity in days.
She blushed a
s she thought about Archer, his body, about how he was still unexplored and new to her.
She tried to concentrate on the classes again, but it was too late, he had successfully managed to distract her by now and she couldn’t get back to it.
So eventually she left her study and proceeded to the kitchen. It was time to start preparing dinner, it was already late afternoon and if she didn’t start now, she wouldn’t have time to clean up and dust the house before they sat down for their meal.
While she was distracted with thoughts of Archer, she only realized much later in the evening, that she hadn’t seen Leon at all. Not since that morning.
It was when his truck started with a roar outside the kitchen window that she looked up and was surprised to see his face at the truck’s window, looking intently ahead. Ivy waved, hoping that he might look in her direction. But he didn’t. Then Archer appeared in her view, he was walking towards his brother’s side of the truck. They were talking about something, something serious but unfortunately they were too far away for her to be able to overhear.
All she could see was that Leon was saying something, and Archer nodded his head repeatedly. Then he was clenching his jaws and placed a hand on the truck’s roof. Ivy bit down on her lip as she tried to study the brothers’ body language. It didn’t seem like they were having a normal conversation, but it didn’t seem like they were arguing either. As far as Ivy could tell, Leon seemed to be giving Archer strict instructions and he was simply agreeing with them.
She decided they were discussing work. They couldn’t be talking about her! So, she turned away from the window and started tidying up the kitchen counter. When she looked up again, Leon was driving away. He hadn’t once looked in her direction, not that she had noticed, and now Archer remained where he was, watching the back of his brother’s jeep driving away. He had his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans and was slowly shaking his head. Like he was disappointed with something that Leon had said.