Thomas, Suzanne - Twin Pleasures (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Suzanne Thomas

  “Can you put Liana to work? She is a registered vet technician, and as she demonstrated earlier, she can handle a horse. I know Doc is going to come sometime tomorrow so maybe you can introduce them if I’m not around.” Donavan kissed her before he headed off.

  Mac watched Donavan walk away and turned to face Liana.

  “We are in the process of training. Would you like to help with that?” he asked instead of ordering her. He's learned his lesson..

  She nodded and walked beside him as he kept his horse at a slow walk. She climbed up onto the railing as a young horse went through his paces. In each pen she could see the same thing in different stages. Her brother-in-law's operation was similar but on a much smaller scale. Mac pointed to a pen with a horse tied up waiting for a rider.

  “Gus will explain the horse’s training,” Mac said.

  “What’s her name?” she asked.

  “Her name is Misty May. The boys call her M & M, though.” Gus chuckled, coming up behind the pair. He was riding a beautiful sorrel with a white blaze down the center of his nose.

  “I’ll leave her to you, Gus,” Mac said, turning his horse to get away as quickly as possible.

  Gus shook his head and helped to introduce Misty to her.

  Misty turned out to be a love, slobbering all over her shirt in hello. She didn't fidget when her cinch was tightened and her reins adjusted.

  “She’s actually one of the furthest along. I was ready to hop on her to see her potential before determining in what event I was going to enter her. I would be honored if you had a go at her.” Gus smiled at her.

  Liana laughed and mounted. Misty’s ears flicked forward, showing she was clearly enjoying her work. She backed up fast and did the whip around on planted hooves with ease. Her deep cuts could use some limbering and so she set about working the kinks out of those. She called out for a couple of calves and pointed Misty in that direction when they came in. The cuts flowed smoothly and the jump backs flawless in the effort to separate the one calf from the other. Misty followed her rider’s signal, trusting the direction. The hour went by fast as rider and horse became one.

  Liana felt Misty tire and didn’t want to sour her for the work. She walked her around the pen to get her muscles cooled down. Gus had a huge grin on his face and rode into the pen to talk to her.

  “That was a treat. She worked better for you than her trainer,” Gus said.

  “Gus, I don’t want any more hard feelings than there already are here. Could you not say anything to the other men about this? I have been training cutters since I was twelve years old. It is natural for me to immediately know where a horse is in its training. My dad was William Blain, Gus.” She waited, and sure enough, Gus started gaping at her.

  “Holy shit! No wonder you are such a natural. Do Donavan and Chase know? Your father was their hero growing up. Hell, he was mine, and I am his same age. I was sorry, though, to hear about his passing. He was a legend and will be missed.”

  “Thank you. I know he would have gotten a kick out of having an old codger like you worshipping him,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

  “Old codger, hah. Very funny. Don’t worry, I will only tell Chase and Donavan. They are my bosses. Old codger!.” Gus's belly laugh was contagious and had her joining him in no time.

  That is how Chase found them. He saw them walking around the perimeter of a pen. He dismounted and sat up on the top rail until they stopped abreast of his position.

  “Kitten, are you ready to go shopping?” he asked her when she stopped laughing to smile up at him.

  “Shopping? For what?” she asked, not remembering that she was in essence wearing the only set of clothes she had.

  “Well, if you want to walk around the house naked, I, for one, have no problem with that,” he said angelically.

  Gus laughed at her expression.

  “Let me put the horse up, and I will be ready.” She laughed at him and shook her head at his playfulness.

  His laughter trailed behind him as he led his horse to the barn.

  “Leave Misty here. We take all the mares to the foaling barn so the stallions can get some rest during the night,” Gus said as he went to check on the other trainers.

  She was going about her work of loosening the saddle and was startled when a feminine voice barked behind her.

  “Who the hell are you?”

  Liana turned and realized that the woman was talking to her. She was without a doubt a very beautiful woman. Straight blonde hair, which hung freely down her back, covered by a fashionable cowboy hat that no self-respecting cowgirl would ever work in. The tight fit of the clothing she wore left little about her body to the imagination. The angry blue eyes glared at her, accompanied by the fist on the hips clearly expecting an answer.

  “Excuse me?” Liana asked in bewilderment.

  “I didn’t stutter. Who are you? What are you doing here?”

  “Well, my name is Liana McCarty, and I am unsaddling this horse,” she answered, just as succinctly. The woman was obviously upset, not to mention very rude.

  * * * *

  “Who hired you?” What Diana saw before her was competition. The girl was ravishing. She’d been estranged from Chase and Donavan for a month and in that time had come to realize what a huge mistake she had made. She was incensed that this girl was her replacement. When the girl answered, her worst fears were recognized.

  “Chase and Donavan have me working here,” Liana said.

  “You can get your ass out of here. Chase and Donavan are mine, and I am not letting some two-bit, wannabe cowgirl spread her legs like a whore for my men,” Diana grated out, turning her beautiful face rather ugly.

  “Liana, come here,” Chase said as he came to a halt beside the women. He put his arm around Liana when she walked to him and turned with her firmly against his side.

  “Diana, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Chase asked pleasantly, as if every day an ex-lover showed up.

  “Chase, what’s the meaning of this? Why is this girl here?” Her high-pitched voice startled a few of the horses as they walked by. It also brought every pair of eyes to the debacle unfolding in front of the barn.

  * * * *

  Oh, this is going to be pleasant, Liana thought. She knew that the boys had had women aplenty before. She wasn’t an idiot. Of course, to have one confront her and call her a whore wasn’t something she thought would ever happen in her lifetime. She thought these things happened in books, movies, or country music songs for God's sake.

  “Diana, you are the one who decided that two men were not enough for you. I remember the conversation well. Or should I say I remember walking into your apartment and finding Jimmy Wentworth between your legs. That pretty much told me you needed more than Donavan and I could give you,” Chase said.

  “Oh, Chase, you know I love you. Jimmy was just a small mistake. You, Donavan, and I are made for each other, honey. This fat bitch doesn’t hold a candle to what I can do in bed with you two.” Diana shot daggers at the girl cuddled against his side.

  “Hello, missus Diana. How are you doing this fine day?” Gus said, riding up to the arguing trio. “Hey, you were at Forth Worth last year, weren’t you?”

  “Yeah. So what?” she petulantly asked at the interruption.

  “Then you probably know Liana. She won the NCHA National Championship, making her the top-grossing woman in cutting horse history. I think you actually gave her the trophy and the check for twenty-five thousand dollars if I remember correctly.” His glee was only half kept in check. The stupefied expression on her face was priceless.

  “Boy, what a small world we live in,” he commented as he watched her flounce off. “Was it something I said?”

  “You are a wicked man, Gus. Thanks,” Chase said. He pulled Liana closer and nuzzled her neck. “You all right, Kitten? Diana is a past mistake that I am sorry you had to meet,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Chase, I knew you guys have had other wo
men. I have never been confronted by a jealous ex-lover before. It was kinda fun!” Her tone was so serious, at first the comment didn’t register. When it did, he whooped and picked her up, turning her in circles as all three of them laughed.

  * * * *

  As Diana made her way out of the barn to her car, she trembled in rage. That fucking whore was poaching on her men. She couldn’t believe that simpering, fat, Irish bitch was all they could find to replace her. They must have been desperate after she left to lower themselves to this level.

  She'd been so close. Just a few more months and she would have been married. The time she spent scheming and manipulating to get them to marry her was now all for nothing. She thought she could talk to them about her little mistake and knew if that bitch wasn’t there they would have eventually listened. She didn’t understand how they could choose that cow over her. She should have come by sooner, she thought. There has to be some way to get rid of her, something that can be done.

  She started the car and pulled out onto the driveway, spraying rocks from her peeling tires all over the place and scaring a few horses in the process. Her anger multiplied with each mile she put between them. Each mile, her plans for revenge also went into overdrive.

  “Fuck! She’s going to wish she was never born,” she screamed.

  Chapter 6

  Chase and Liana took a huge Expedition into town. The black leather interior was luxurious and very comfortable along her backside. Chase's reasoning for the monster SUV was for the amount of packages they would be picking up. She hoped he planned to buy a bunch for himself because she wasn’t a shopper. When she found a comfortable shirt, she bought one of each color so she didn’t have to keep going shopping. She had a couple of party dresses that her mom said were timeless, which saved the agony of fittings.

  It took forty-five minutes to reach the city and another ten minutes to park in the huge mall. Everything was bigger in Texas, including the malls. She glanced askance at Chase for picking this shopping nightmare. A mall on steroids, she thought. She’d probably get lost.

  They made their way inside amongst the throng of crazy people bent on trying to find a needle in a haystack. The directory was scary as it displayed four levels of shops to choose from. Four freaking levels for God's sake. She shook her head. Chase seemed to know where he wanted to go as they set off up the escalator. One shop after another they went into, and clothes after clothes she tried on, making her dizzy. She had to model everything and was at the point of screaming in frustration. They had nothing to show for three hours of shopping, and she'd had enough.

  “Look, let’s go to Wal-Mart where I can get a couple of jeans and some shirts and underthings and be done with this torture. I can be done in twenty minutes.” She hated the pleading tone in her voice.

  “Kitten, we’re almost done. One more stop, then we can head home, okay?” Chase smiled, hauling her alongside him.

  She took one look at the store and stopped in her tracks, letting the people flow around her to enter.

  “Oh, no way, buddy. No way in hell am I going to model for you in here.” Her whispered voice reached only his ears.

  His laughter had a devilish edge. She passed the threshold of Victoria’s Secret and entered her own personal hell. She never felt comfortable shopping for sexy lingerie and relied mostly on catalogs the few times she had shopped for them. She loved to wear them, but the vast amount on display and all the people you just knew were watching you unnerved her.

  He wasted no time and grabbed some sets off the racks, hustling her into a fitting room. He knew her size, she saw, as she held up a bra that had her lifting her eyes in question.

  “Please”.

  She took her top off with him sitting on the bench watching. She snapped the bra in place and looked into the mirror as her abundant breasts spilled over the top in a stripper's dream.

  “Oh, Kitten, you are beyond gorgeous. Come here,” he whispered. She straddled his legs and let him fluff up her breast to his satisfaction. He traced the edge of the cup before using a blunt fingernail to torment each nipple, making them rigidly stand at attention.

  “Kiss me,” he demanded.

  She fell on his lips, going deep with her tongue, trying to be as quiet as possible. She pressed her aching chest against his and tunneled her fingers through his silky hair to hold him to her as she used her tongue and teeth to eat him up. When she felt him unsnap her jeans and slide his hand down to play with her clit, she spread her legs as far as she could to give him access. He used his thumb to massage her and started thrusting two fingers deep into her pussy. She tried to be quiet, but little sounds escaped, and the only thing that stopped the shout from forming was her determination. Her climax clamped down on his fingers in a desperate flexing to keep them there. She buried her head into his neck, riding out the aftermath, pumping her hips.

  “I guess you like the bra.” She sighed, nibbling on his neck. She had just had an orgasm in a Victoria’s Secret dressing room.

  She stood on wobbly legs and reached behind her to unhook the bra. When she looked at his face, she saw his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. She figured out the problem when she beheld the stunning erection he was sporting, clearly defined against his tight jeans. No way were they hiding that.

  Kneeling before him, she carefully unzipped his straining jeans to release his beautiful cock. He opened his eyes and caught her gaze as she used her tongue to trace the small slit dripping with his desire. The blood-engorged masterpiece bobbed a little when she released it to pull his pants down. She suddenly, with no warning, engulfed the length, causing him to groan rather loudly. She reached up, placed her palm over his mouth, and received a small nip on her thumb for her trouble. She almost choked on a giggle. His hands came down to hold her head and let her have her way. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. All the bulging veins pulsating with life felt effervescent on her tongue. She let her hands trace the inside of his thighs, using her nails to scratch lightly up along the tender underside, and travel to his velvet sack hanging seductively down. She gently massaged the twin spheres as they steadily tightened. The growing tension in the hands clasping her hair signaled the coming release, making her intensify her assault on the ivory shaft luxuriating in her mouth. Swallowing repeatedly, with him deep in her throat, brought his back off the wall, and his hips thrusting unsteadily. Within minutes, he came in a boiling rush, which she frantically gulped and lapped up.

  She sat back on her heels, licking her lips, and looked up at him. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She giggled softly. She might have to rethink this shopping stuff.

  He pulled her up when he stood, hugged her close, and ran his hands down her back to settle on her ass. He slipped his hands down the back of her loosened jeans and cupped her cheeks. Her breasts tingled against his rough shirt and her rising desire shivered through her body. When he leaned down, she met his kiss and tried to keep the low moan from coming out. He had a power over her that she couldn’t explain. Both the brothers did. She melted every time they touched her. If he wanted her to make love to him right here, she would, with no hesitation.

  She was almost disappointed when he pulled away, not that she wanted to have all-out sex in a dressing room. He told her to try on the other bra and come out when she was finished.

  He was standing outside the dressing room when she opened the door.

  She held up the first set and one other for his approval. The stripper bra and panties were for the bedroom, and the other supportive one was for everyday. She had plenty of underwear at her apartment and only needed to pack them up.

  They purchased the sets and headed out. He stopped by one of the first stores they had stopped at and came out with four huge bags.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “These are the clothes you liked. I had the saleslady put them aside and have them ready for me.” His answer had her stopping again in the middle of the walkway.

  “Are you crazy?
That is too many clothes.” She was overwhelmed trying to remember all that she had tried on and couldn’t.

  “Honey, I told you I was going to buy you some clothes. Now, do you want to go grab a bite or wait until we reach home?” He was walking toward the exit, expecting her to follow. She caught up with him, ready to continue the argument, when he dropped the bags and pulled her in for a kiss that knocked her off balance. Her only thought was that he didn't fight fair..

  She opted to go home before eating because her insides needed calming down. Both of the boys had that effect on her. They each, in their own way, took her to a new level of excitement after each encounter.

  “Could we stop at a pharmacy? I need to grab a few things.” Liana turned to him in the car, sitting sideways as much as the seat belt would allow.

  “Sure, Kitten. What did you need?”

  “Oh, just some girl stuff.” Liana hoped he couldn’t see her blush.

  She told him to wait, that she would only be a few minutes. She jogged through the door and went straight to the counter to ask for help.

  “Could you direct me to the contraceptives?”

  The young girl at the checkout took her to the aisle and left her to contemplate the vast selection. The two other times she'd had sex, the boy had protection with him so this was new for her. Wow, she thought, what an array. Ribbed, not ribbed, lubricated, non-lubricated, small, large, extra-large, colored, neon, and glow-in-the-dark, were just some of the selections. She was concentrating so much on the choices that when Chase hugged her from behind and placed his chin on the top of her head, she dropped the box in her hand.

  “Hmmm, I would go with extra-large, ribbed. Get two boxes of the thirty-count," he whispered into her ear. His nose nuzzled the sensitive skin just beneath her ear, making her whole body shudder. He tightened his hands and brought her closer so she could feel his desire nestled against her ass.