Ménage on Moone Mountain

by Bella Settarra

  Travis would lean into her from the other side, his musky scent and low drawl urging her on, encouraging her. Let me see your gorgeous pussy, darlin’, spread those luscious legs wide for me. It’s OK, you can do it.

  Brooke would strip off for them while they lay on the bed watching her. They would be wearing nothing but their jeans. She would see their erections strain beneath the denim, and watch their eyes glaze over with lust as they gazed at her. She would feel the cool air as she removed her shirt, and her nipples would tighten in her lace bra. She would bend down, giving them a front-row view of her ass as she peeled off her jeans. She could hear them gasping as she slowly unfastened her bra, and then her large breasts would bounce free as she threw the clothing onto the floor. Slowly, very slowly, she would tuck her thumbs into the waist of her panties before gradually sliding them down over her hips, her thighs, and ultimately discarding them.

  She could see her two men with their arms outstretched, bidding her to join them on the bed, and she would waste no time in crawling up the bed to reach them. Kent would tenderly kiss her mouth while Travis’s hot tongue would caress the back of her neck, finding that secret little place that made her shudder. Their masculine scents would envelope her in a cloud of love and safety. Travis’s calloused hands would graze down her back, causing her to shiver deliciously, while Kent would fondle her soft breasts while his tongue tangled with hers.

  Her breathing hitched as they both ran their hands up and down her sensitized body, kissing and licking her as they went. She watched her own nipples grow darker, tuning into large, hard nubs. Both men murmured sweet words and encouragement to her, making her feel beautiful and confident.

  When they ran their fingers over her pulsating pussy, they would find it dripping wet, eagerly awaiting their pleasure. Their fingers probed inside her saturated channel to find her G-spot, that elusive place Chad didn’t even bother to look for. She would buck under their ministrations, and Travis would finger-fuck her while kissing and sucking at her clit. Kent would lavish her with soft kisses, murmuring to her all the time, keeping her on the edge by tweaking her nipples relentlessly.

  Travis would say those magical words she had read in books, but never heard. Come for me, darlin’, and she would let go—really let go—and scream her orgasm while clutching her men and holding on for dear life. Brooke just knew that these men would be capable of wringing the most excruciating orgasms from her body. They would make them last and not be satisfied until they knew she couldn’t possibly take any more, and then they would hold her and love her. They would help her, encourage her, reassure her that she was doing well. They would buoy her confidence. They would allow her to make as much noise as she wanted, and to touch them wherever and whenever she wanted.

  When she was ready, they would both make love to her. Kent would be slow and gentle. His cock would be thick and sturdy. It would stretch her wide open and pound into her, caressing her G-spot, a place she had almost convinced herself she didn’t have. He would kiss her as she came, and she would scream deliriously into his mouth. Her body would be racked with aftershocks, and he would hold her gently as she floated on a cloud of ecstasy. He would nuzzle her ear and smother her breasts in warm kisses. His hot seed would shoot into her womb and she would hear him groan as he came. His soft arms would envelope her and hold her while they both calmed their breathing and returned slowly back to earth.

  Travis would be a passionate lover. He would run his calloused hands over her body, causing her nipples to stand to attention and sensitizing her skin. He would read every expression and sound she made and gauge his actions accordingly. His cock would be thick and long. He would ensure she was well ready for him before thrusting his throbbing member into her dripping pussy, reaching every nerve ending she had. He would thrust passionately, causing her to groan and gasp with every movement. She would be riding a wave of euphoria as he took her higher and higher before commanding her to come for him. She would scream loud and long as she tipped over the edge and bright colors and sparkling lights danced in front of her eyes. He would give a huge grunt as he forced his boiling seed into her waiting womb, over and over again. She would cling to his frame as their bodies shook, her nails digging cruelly into his hard flesh. He would groan with delight and hold her as though he would never let go, and they would lay panting, sweating, and loving each other.

  And they really would love her. She would know it. Feel it. Their love would surround her like a cloak, protecting her from the world. And she would love them back. Lordy, how she would love them! She would do anything for them. She would cook for them while they were working. She would keep their lovely home clean and tidy for them. She would love taking care of their laundry. When they weren’t working, they could all go riding together. They could go for picnics and long walks. They would all be so happy together. They would always be laughing and joking. Life would be perfect.

  If only…

  Chapter Eleven

  Travis woke shortly before five o’clock the next morning. He didn’t quite know what had disturbed him but he knew something was off. He opened the window and the stench of smoke hit him straightaway, accompanied by the panicked whinnying of the horses. Black smoke billowed against the orange dawn, and red flames licked the tiled roof of the stable block.

  “Kent, stable fire!” He pulled on his jeans and boots and fled down the hall while Kent made himself half-decent.

  Hal’s dusty pickup drew up onsite just as Travis was opening all the doors to allow the horses to run free. The heat was phenomenal as soon as he opened each stall. The fire had already taken hold, and the terrified horses were bucking manically trying to escape. Their hooves thundered over the yard, and they just kept running. Kent ran up behind Hal with the hosepipe and got to work on the remains of the building.

  “Mustard’s still in there, I’m going to get him,” Travis yelled, pointing to the back of one of the stalls. Kent nodded and pointed the hose in that direction as Travis crouched low and made his way toward his favorite horse. Mustard was huddled against the back wall of his stall, trembling with fear. All around them, the fire cracked and the clanking of falling debris made them both jump.

  “Steady, boy,” Travis cajoled him as he ventured nearer. The intense heat made his eyes stream, and he wiped sweat from his forehead. Mustard suddenly bucked, and Travis leapt back, slamming his back hard onto the stone floor. He was momentarily winded but managed to crawl to his feet, still soothing the massive horse, and patted its flank.

  “The roof!” Hal shrieked as part of the stable roof caved in behind Travis.

  “Fuck!” Kent hollered as he pointed the hose onto the burning rubble. “Travis, move!”

  Travis led Mustard out of the remains of his stall as quickly as he could, narrowly missing some burning slats from the rapidly collapsing roof. He was choking badly but put a hand up to signal to Kent that he was OK.

  After ensuring the horse was safe, and taking some deep breaths, Travis ran back to his partner. Hal had already liberated the surviving horses.

  “Help’s on its way,” Kent promised. Travis and Hal threw buckets of water on the burning debris while Kent continued with the hose.

  “How many did we lose?” Travis called over to Hal.

  “Four, all from the bottom end,” Hal shouted.

  Travis ran a hand through his hair before going back to refill his bucket. Not only did he love his livestock, but four horses was a lot of bucks! The boys weren’t short on money, but losing four fine horses would certainly sting.

  Gradually, more and more of their mountain neighbors came to help out with fighting the fire, and it was under control by the time the county firefighters arrived to finish the job.

  “Hope you’ve got some coffee on?” Mason Bains teased as they pulled back to let the experts take over.

  Kent grinned, leading him toward the house. A large man with gray hair and a stern expression approached them as they reached the door.

 
“Sheriff, I’ll take the boy back with me if that’s all right with you?” he asked in a deep, gruff voice.

  “No problem, Frank. He’s all yours.” Mason grinned as the man nodded and went to find his wayward son.

  “You let Rich out, then?” Kent said with a chuckle.

  “I had no choice. When I got your call, I figured you’d need all the help you could get. I told him to consider it community service.” Mason laughed.

  “Well we’re much obliged to you for that,” Kent said with a weary chuckle.

  Travis had seen off most of their friends and neighbors, who were now headed back down the mountain. He sighed as he faced the smoldering wreck the firefighters were still damping down. He could see Hal over in the paddock where he had managed to round up most of the horses.

  “Message for you from Hal, sir.” One of the stable hands approached Travis as he stood surveying the damage. “Frank Buchanan’s already sent some of his wranglers out to round up the last of the horses. Hal said not to worry; he’ll meet you inside shortly.”

  “Thank you.” Travis smiled and turned back toward the house as the young man hurried back to his duties.

  “Here you go.” Mason handed Travis a mug of strong coffee as soon as he entered the house. “Kent’s gone for a shower; he’ll be back in a minute.”

  Travis nodded. “Thanks.”

  “The fire chief’ll be back soon too. He thinks he might have found something but he wants to check it out,” Mason went on.

  “Are we talking arson?” Kent’s large frame filled the kitchen doorway. He was dressed in Levis and a smart red shirt, his fair hair still wet from his shower.

  “It looks possible. We’ll know more when he gets back,” Mason said with a grave look on his face.

  “I’ll get cleaned up, let me know when he gets here.” Travis took his coffee with him and headed for the bathroom.

  The hot water soothed his aching muscles and washed the grime from his battered body. Once dried and dressed, he returned to the kitchen to find that the fire chief had just arrived.

  “I’m afraid it’s not good news,” the chief told them with a frown.

  Kent handed him some coffee.

  “Looks to me like they’ll have to replace that stable block completely,” Mason Bains remarked as he and the chief sat at the little table in the kitchen.

  “I suppose they can thank their lucky stars it didn’t manage to spread to the house.” The chief sighed.

  “Someone can thank their lucky stars! If I get hold of them, they’re dead meat.” Travis was now dressed in a gray plaid shirt and clean jeans. He had thrown his other ones in the trash; there was no way he’d ever get the stench of smoke out of them. The heels of his boots clipped across the floor as he went over to join them at the table.

  “Now don’t you go taking the law into your own hands, Travis. Kent, you might need to keep a close eye on him,” Mason admonished.

  Kent sat down next to Travis and they resumed their coffees. “Well now, Sheriff, I might have to warn you that there’s a distinct possibility I’ll be helping him. You might want to look the other way while we kill the fucker.” Kent had a face like thunder.

  Mason sighed.

  “Well, gentlemen, I have to inform you that this was most definitely an arson attack,” the chief began. “We detected gasoline in the wreckage at the far end of the stables and some had soaked into the floor of the stalls.”

  “Fuck!” Travis’s fist hit the table, making them all jump.

  Kent’s lips had tightened to a thin, straight line, and he closed his eyes momentarily as the news sank in.

  “Do you guys have any enemies I need to know about?” Mason Bains studied the faces of the two cowboys in front of him.

  “None that we know of,” Kent replied.

  “Have you had to arrest anyone lately that might bear a grudge?” The sheriff was clearly racking his own brain for the answers too. He and Kent worked closely together. There was no way either could be involved in any kind of incident without the other knowing about it. Besides, they spent half their time filing reports. Everything that happened in Moone was documented.

  “Only Rich Buchanan a few times lately, but he was in the cell at the time. Besides, he would never do anything to harm a horse, even one of ours,” Kent said with a pout.

  A murderous expression crossed Travis’s face and he leapt to his feet. “It’s a fucking diversion! We need to get to Brooke!”

  He ran to the door and threw himself into the pickup with a bemused Kent following him. Mason climbed into his SUV and followed them as they hightailed it down the mountain.

  “Where is she?” Travis demanded as he burst into the foyer of the Montgomery. He had noticed that her beat-up car wasn’t in the parking lot and feared the worst. Stella was just coming out of the restaurant.

  “If you’re looking for Brooke, she left about an hour ago. She tried to call you but…”

  “Where did she go? Which direction?” Kent must have quickly cottoned on to Travis’s conclusion, as his cop brain seemed to be working overtime.

  “She didn’t say exactly. She was going home, though, I think—Chicago,” Stella sputtered. “Yes, that’s right. She’s got to get back to work.”

  Travis snorted, knowing full well she didn’t have a job to get back to, let alone a home, by all accounts.

  “You said she tried to call?” Kent was clearly trying hard to stay calm.

  “Yes, she said she might have got it all wrong last night. She said she’d been upset but that now she’s had time to think things through. She wanted to talk to you but didn’t know if she’d be welcome at the ranch, so she wanted to ring first. She tried several times but no one answered. She assumed you didn’t want to speak to her, so she left. I could tell she was upset,” Stella explained sadly.

  “Fuck!” Everything was adding up in Travis’s mind, and he clenched his fists angrily. “We need to get after her!”

  “I’ll follow you.” Mason was right behind the boys as they rushed out the door. “Stella, you get Jolene to radio through to me if you hear anything, OK?” he shouted over to her.

  “That’s where her car was parked, isn’t it?” Kent stopped suddenly, staring at the ground. He bent down and put his hand on some drops of liquid lying on the yard where her car had been.

  “Whatcha got there?” Mason had stopped to pick up a piece of litter, which he started to unfurl as he hurried over to Kent.

  “Some kind of oil or something, I think, but I’m not sure.” Kent was sniffing it.

  Travis huffed and went over to see what was delaying them. He stared at Kent’s hand where he’d smeared the liquid. He bent over and smelled it. “Brake fluid!” he shouted, his face turning white.

  “Wait. I found this. It was over there.” Mason held up a crumpled piece of paper with one word printed on it. “GOTCHA!”

  * * *

  Brooke had woken just after six a.m. She felt stiff and uncomfortable but was in a good mood. She had lay there thinking about the wonderful dream she had just had. She couldn’t help smiling when she thought about making love with her two cowboys. Her cowboys?

  She had to admit that she had no right thinking of them as hers, although she remembered they had already referred to her as theirs, so maybe there was some hope after all. She had been thinking about how wonderful it would be if she could stay on Moone Mountain with them. She loved it here and had made some wonderful friends whom she would miss like mad if she left. The laid-back lifestyle was so much easier to cope with than the hustle and bustle of Chicago, and she would love to live in the ranch house halfway up the mountain instead of in some pokey little apartment. She had even started to think that maybe Kent would be able to help her. He had already found out about her without her telling him anything, so he was obviously good at his job. Perhaps he would be the one to find Chad and lock him up. It was a lovely thought and one that had sent her drifting back into another blissful dream.

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sp; It hadn’t taken her long to shower and dress, and most of her belongings were already in her bag as she still hadn’t unpacked properly. She had found Stella downstairs and told her over breakfast about her thoughts. She had been delighted that Stella had approved of her idea of staying and trying to make a go of things with Travis and Kent. She really didn’t dare just turn up at the ranch after her reaction to the guys last night and was thrilled when Stella handed her a phone and the number to call. There had been no answer at first, and she assumed Travis must already be working on the ranch. After last night, she hadn’t expected him to be up this early. Kent must have been having a lie-in, or helping out.

  She had spent the next hour becoming more and more despondent as her calls continued to go unanswered. Slowly it had dawned on her that they probably guessed it was she who was calling and didn’t want to speak to her. Served her right for walking out on them last night!

  Loneliness had suddenly washed over her, and she realized she had no reason to stay in Moone. She had said a tearful good-bye to Stella and thrown her bags in the car. A piece of paper on the windshield caught her eye, and her blood froze as she read the word printed on it. “GOTCHA!”

  Chad was here! She crumpled it up angrily and threw it on the ground before clambering into the driver’s seat. Her brakes squealed as she sped out of the parking lot, and she drove hell-bent for leather out of town.

  Not knowing where she was going, she just kept on driving. Her heart was hammering and she heaved in gulps of air to keep from panting. Her mind was spinning out of control, and she had to speak aloud to try to calm herself. She tried to focus on the road and her driving to try to stop her whirling thoughts. There was only one thought she should be worrying about and that was to just keep driving. Chad had been in Moone. He might still be there. She checked her rearview mirror constantly but was confident she wasn’t being followed.