by Liane Moore
“And if I decide to stay? Then what?”
“You want to be a chef, don’t you? Go to culinary school?”
I nodded. I should be surprised at how much they knew about me, but they showed this week that they had paid close attention to me over the years, even if I hadn’t realized it.
“If you stay and want to go to culinary school, we’ll fully support that. If you decide ranch life isn’t for you and you want to work at a high-end hotel or restaurant, we’ll support that, too. As long as you come home to us at night.”
God, it sounded so simple. Too good to be true. I wanted to say yes.
Until I remembered something else. “What will my parents think?”
Rhett laughed. “Your dad might want to kick our asses, but they won’t be surprised.”
My nose wrinkled. “What do you mean?”
“When we told you about our pasts, we left a few things out,” Macon informed me. “Our parents were loaded. Both sets. They owned hotel chains, several ranches throughout Texas, and came from oil money. Part of why they ended up with each other. They ran in a very small circle. A circle that had an affinity for that same lifestyle. It’s why they settled in Rosewood. It’s also why we did, too.”
I gasped. “You mean, there are people all over Rosewood swinging?”
Rhett chuckled. “There are several parties, and it’s never been a secret. Macon and I stay far away from that action, but it’s accepted here. We wanted to settle somewhere where we could properly date our woman without having the gossip train running. In Rosewood, it’s known, accepted, and people move on. Including your parents, who have been known to dabble.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my bed. “My parents?! Ugh. It’s too much information for my innocent ears.”
Rhett leaned over and nipped said ear. “Not so innocent after this week. But so you see, your parents may need some time adjusting, but if this is something you decide you want after the summer is over, we can deal with them then. Until that time, if you’re not comfortable telling them the nature of this relationship, we’ll simply say we’re preparing you for a possible role as a ranch chef.”
“How about we invite them over for dinner and you can feel them out? Tell them whatever you wanna tell them, Peaches. Whatever you want, we support you a hundred percent. We just want you here.”
It was so thoughtful, how they’d thought of everything. Part of me didn’t want to keep it from my parents. The other part wanted to keep them all to myself. I let out a breath. “I’ll stay through the summer.”
Two sighs of relief echoed in the kitchen. Wow, they really weren’t sure I’d say yes. It was sweet, them not assuming I was a sure thing. It also edged me closer to being just that.
Chapter Seven
Macon
Rhett and I knew this day would come sooner or later. To be honest, the sooner her parents knew about us—and accepted it—the better. Summer would end soon enough, and we needed to focus on loving Caroline, and not have that hanging over her head. The sooner they accepted our arrangement, the sooner Caroline could feel comfortable with it.
The door was barely closed before he turned on us. “What the fuck is going on here?” he asked, his eyes darting wildly back and forth between Rhett and me.
“We’re fucking your daughter.”
“God dammit, Rhett.”
The three words came from both Coach Taylor and me. I practically had to stop him from lunging at my cousin. I glared at Rhett. “Really?”
He shrugged, then took a long sip of his beer. “Figured it was better to rip off the Band-Aid. Why sugar coat it? We’re consenting adults,” he said. Then emphasized with narrowed eyes at Coach, “Caroline is a consenting adult. We waited as long as we could. As long as we had to. Now? She’s ours.”
“You fucking pricks,” Coach seethed. He yanked out of my hold, then whirled around to face me. His nostrils flared and his fist connected with my jaw. I could’ve stopped him. I didn’t.
I pushed him back from me, rubbing my jaw. “You get one shot. You’re her dad, I’ll give you that. But that’s all you get.”
He shook his hand out and glared at me. “I trusted you to look out for her.”
“And we did. What happens in that house is our business. Caroline is our business. You are her father, and we respect that. However, you will respect me. You will respect Rhett. And you sure as fuck will respect Caroline and any decision she makes regarding us.”
“She’s my fucking daughter,” he breathed out.
He glanced from me to Rhett, who nodded. “She’s your daughter. She’s our life.”
Coach sucked in a deep breath. I took a step forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyes swung back to me, and I held his gaze. “You want what’s best for her. We want that, too. You love her unconditionally. We love her, too. Unconditionally. Do not make her think she has to choose between you and us. She wants your approval; she doesn’t need it.”
He raked a hand through his hair. “You love her?” he asked.
“From the moment we first saw her when we came back to town.”
Rhett was playing with fire, but I knew what he was doing. He was extending Coach the courtesy of honesty.
Coach’s fists curled at his side as he did the math. “You fucking…”
I cut him off before he could finish. “We didn’t touch. We didn’t even fucking look in her direction. We waited until she was legal, ready, and we made sure Caroline wanted this before we ever made a move. You have our word on that, Coach.”
He contemplated my words, and when he finally sighed with resignation, my own heart soared. “I knew about you two. I watched you like hawks and I know you’re telling the truth. You never looked at her like that. You never looked at anyone like that.”
I shook my head. “Looking at her like that would’ve been as bad as touching,” I said, not admitting it was the hardest thing of my fucking life, especially when she was on the sidelines in her tiny Daisy dukes. “We may be a lot of things, but perverts aren’t one of them.”
Rhett snorted. I glared at him. Thankfully, it was low enough Coach hadn’t heard. “You do anything to hurt her, I’ll kill you.” He glanced at Rhett. “Both of you.”
Rhett sobered and nodded. “Hand to God, Coach, she’s everything to us. One of us hurts her? You’ll be too late. We’ll already be dead.”
Apparently, that was all Coach needed to hear. He relented. “You’re two of the most upstanding men I’ve ever known. It’s why I trusted you with her in the first place. It’s why…” he hesitated and glanced at the house. “I’ll continue to trust you with her.”
I nodded. “You can. We’ll protect her with our lives. She’ll never want for anything. We can promise you that.”
“Good.”
With that, he turned from us and strode towards the door and stomped toward the women. Before following, I glanced at Rhett. “Thanks a lot, asshole.”
He grinned. “What? I think that went well.”
“You aren’t the one with a sore jaw. If I didn’t know how much Caroline loves that face, I’d be returning the favor.”
He threw an arm around my shoulder. “Admit it. You love me.”
“Yeah, yeah. But only because you’re family.”
Caroline
My nerves were shot by the time my parents showed up for dinner. I didn’t miss the way Rhett growled when Daddy picked me up in his arms and whirled me around. I gave him an appeasing smile. Apparently, he really could only share with Macon.
Mama shooed the men out of the kitchen, then turned to face me.
“Sweetheart, it was kind of a shock to find out you were staying with Macon and Rhett for the summer. But by the glow on your face, it appears ranch life suits you.”
“Truth be told, I don’t think I ever want to leave. The men love my cooking, and it feels nice to contribute.”
“Are you with one of them?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, studying me with a m
other’s intuition. I nodded, then felt a brief sigh of relief when she smiled. “You’re an adult, Caroline. I wasn’t much older than you when your daddy whisked me away. But which one? Because the way they were both watching you, I can’t decide.”
I knew the question was coming, but it was still strange that it was coming from my mother. That relief I’d been feeling was short-lived. Mama was apparently okay with my being with one of them, but what would she say about our arrangement?
Then again, I didn’t care. I loved Macon and Rhett, and there was nothing—no one—who would change that. “Mama,” I started, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. “I’m with both of them.”
I waited for her reaction. I waited for the shock, the anger, the disappointment. I stood there, the seconds ticking by feeling more like hours. “Mama?” I asked, and she blinked.
I saw the realization dawn in her eyes, and when her lips curled up into a knowing smile, I released the breath I was holding. “Of course,” she replied as if it was the most natural of things. Her eyes came to mine. “Their parents were the same way.”
My eyes widened. “Did you and Daddy…?” My voice trailed off as I realized I had no desire to hear the answer.
She laughed and waved me off. “Oh, sweetheart. We found ourselves at one of those swinging parties once, but it only took one experience for us to know it wasn’t our thing.” She winked at me. “After all, your daddy may be many things, but a sharing man? Not at all. He’s far too possessive for that.”
I placed my fingers in my ears. “I don’t want to hear anymore!”
She tapped her finger on her chin. “I’ve heard the rumors around town—you know Mae Bell—those two have always been her favorite subject. She loved to gossip about their exploits and how they weren’t swingers, but that they have a proclivity for sharing.” She gave me a pensive look.
“What?” I asked, unnerved by the way she was assessing me.
“I just remembered… Mae Bell’s been complaining about them giving her no gossip fodder since they came back to town. That they haven’t shared a girl since college.”
I blushed. “They were waiting for me,” I told her, my heart warming at the memory of that admission.
She crossed the room and swept my hair back off my shoulders before pulling me in for a hug. When she pulled away, she held me at arm’s length. “I’m so happy for you, sweetheart. It may be unconventional, but I’m a firm believer in the heart wants what it wants. And if yours wants those two men, I won’t stand in your way.”
“Thank you, Mama. I love them. I really do, and they’ve handled me with such care, it only made me love them more.” I swallowed, then glanced out the window where Daddy had his hands on his hips. “What about Daddy?”
Mama's eyes flickered, and she grinned. “As long as they treat you right, he won’t have a problem. And if he does, I’ll take care of it. I promise.”
As if on cue, Mama and I turned at the sound of boots on the porch. We watched as Daddy walked in the door and strode across the kitchen until he was directly in front of me. His hand came to my chin, tilting it so I was forced to look up at him. His expression was unreadable. “Are you happy, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered.
“They good to you?”
“Better than I could have imagined.”
He leaned in so close, our foreheads touched. “I don’t care what those two Neanderthals say. You’ll always be my baby girl first.”
I smiled up at him. “I know, Daddy. But I belong to them now.”
He stepped back, and I glanced around to where Macon and Rhett were watching us, both of them grinning.
Mama chuckled. “Welcome to the family, boys!”
Chapter Eight
Caroline
After receiving my parents’ blessing, a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Each day that passed, I fell more in love with my life. With this lifestyle. And each day I fell more and more in love with Macon. With Rhett. With both of them equally. Our threesome may have been unconventional, but nothing in my life had ever felt more right. So when the night before they had to report for summer camp came, and the night before I had to decide whether I was leaving for college or staying put, my nerves were shot.
Neither man had brought it up once since the day they gave me their proposition. I knew they didn’t want to push me. At the same time, a little reassurance that they still wanted me in their lives would’ve been nice.
Okay, not that I needed them to say the words. Their actions spoke so much louder than anything they could’ve ever said. They were both attentive in their own ways. Made me feel welcome. Wanted. Desired. And maybe. Just maybe, loved. Because I couldn’t deny it. I’d fallen head over heels in love with them, with being the woman in their lives, and there was no future for me that didn’t involve them.
I just prayed they wanted the same. Tonight was my last night to make it happen.
As was our usual routine, we woke that morning making love. Morning sex was usually hurried, frantic, and more fucking than making love. I loved every morning I’d woken up this summer.
This morning, however, was different. First, I woke with Macon’s head between my legs, already bringing me to the brink of orgasm before I’d even opened my eyes. My hands had gripped the sheets as Rhett’s lips found my nipples, which he proceeded to suck as hard as Macon was sucking my clit. I came on a loud moan as I peeked down at them with a sleepy grin.
Neither asked for reciprocity. They hadn’t needed to, but I insisted on helping them out in the shower. I’d learned that washing them as one of my absolute favorite things to do. I did so with relish, covering each and every single spot of skin—some needed extra attention.
I took the soap they shared and lathered them up all over their bodies, paying special attention to their straining cocks. I jacked them both off at the same time, and when I could tell they were ready to come, I sank to my knees, kneeling between them so they could spray their seed all over my chest. I’d also learned I had this weird fascination with them coming on me, and never went a day without experiencing it. After I stood, they each took their time making sure I was clean as a whistle in turn. But not before making me dirty first.
Both men gave me passionate kisses after breakfast was eaten and they were leaving for the day. I’d sighed my contentment and watched out the window as Macon headed for the horse stalls and Rhett disappeared around the house.
When Rhett came back in because he’d forgotten his phone, I was washing dishes. He came up behind me, slid his arms around my waist, then up and into my shirt where he proceeded to caress my breasts. Shocking me, he turned me around, lifted me up, and set me on the counter. He pulled me to the edge, spread my legs, and dropped to his knees to devour my pussy. Shock overcame me. Macon was the resident oral master. Rhett was always content—or so I’d thought. He was lapping at my folds like I was an oasis in the desert. As if he hadn’t drunk in ages, and I was the only source of refreshment for him. Not that I minded. My hand came to the back of his head where I held him close until I was bucking like the wildest bronco and screaming out in pleasure.
When I came down from my high, I opened my eyes to see him in front of me. His chin was wet with my juices. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward and kissed him all over, licking up each drop until I got to his lips. His hand caught my wrist, and he pulled back from me, but still so dangerously close.
“Don’t be selfish, Peaches. Now that I’ve had a taste of your cream, I wanna taste it all day long.”
“You know there’s always more where that came from, Rhett,” I whispered, my pussy tingling at the thought of both of their tongues tasting me at the same time.
“Oh, I know. And don’t think Macon won’t get a talkin’ to for keepin’ how sweet you taste a secret.” He winked at me, then sauntered out the door, leaving me to stare at the tight ass in his Levis. I knew he was teasing.
After being so thoroughly pleasured time and time
again that morning, I felt like I needed a nap. However, knowing it was potentially my last day on the ranch, I wanted it to be as spic and span as I’d made it on my first morning. I tried—and failed—to set all thought of them out of my mind, but it was pretty damn difficult. But somehow, I worked.
Then, I pampered and prepared myself for my men.
By dinnertime, I was a giant bundle of nerves. I felt like that first dinner with them, except instead of wondering if they were both going to fuck me, I was wondering if they were both going to continue fucking me. Pushing my worries down, I set the table, then greeted them both with cheek kisses (Rhett totally copped a feel).
Rhett poured the wine. Macon held out my chair. Dinner commenced as if it was any other night. Except this time, I just sat back and listened to them banter. Rhett animatedly described the birth of a new foal while Macon grumbled about having to fix a fence twenty acres away. This was the life I’d been living all summer, and the thought of it ending sprung tears to my eyes. I pushed back from the table and started to turn, hoping to hide my tears. I heard both of their chairs scoot back.
Macon caught me by the waist just as I tried to dart past him. He hauled me in and held me to his chest. Seconds later, Rhett took his place at my back. I wanted to rest my head on Macon’s chest, close my eyes, and enjoy the warmth of them enveloping in their strong embraces, but the moment I tried, Macon’s hand came to my chin and lifted it until my eyes were locked in on his.
“What’s the matter, Peaches?” he asked, his voice soft. The compassion in them had my tears spilling out onto my cheeks. I sniffed. Before I could answer him, he continued. “Summer ends tomorrow. We don’t want to sway your opinion, and we’ll respect your decision.”