by Jenny Penn
Cattleman’s Club 5
Educating Casey
When her best friend Patton wants to know all the dirty secrets of the Cattleman’s Club, Casey is only too happy to oblige by going in undercover. But she gets more than she bargained for during her sexual enlightenment when her two gorgeous neighbors, Dylan and Jacob, show up to help the club’s owners with an arson investigation. Once the men realize their firecracker is everything they've been looking for in a woman, they’re willing to play the game and win her for themselves. But will she want to be won by the Andrews brothers? Or will they need to expand her “education in ecstasy” to keep her by their sides?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 74,065 words
EDUCATING CASEY
Cattleman’s Club 5
Jenny Penn
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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EDUCATING CASEY
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About the Author
EDUCATING CASEY
Cattleman’s Club 5
JENNY PENN
Copyright © 2015
Chapter 1
Saturday, May 24th
The music was pumping. The margaritas were flowing. Patton was buried in Casey’s closet, and Casey’s nose was buried in Patton’s sketchbook. It was just like old times.
Casey smiled at that thought, recognizing the ridiculousness of it. Patton had been gone only a few months, and she kept coming back. So it wasn’t as if Casey really had a chance to miss her, but she did.
As best friends, business partners, and former roommates, they’d been inseparable for the past several years. That had all changed, though, when Patton had gone home a few months back and ended up deciding to stay there.
Not that she could abandon Casey entirely. After all, they still owned a store together. Their small lingerie boutique catered to upper-end clientele with certain adventurous, adult-minded interests.
“This!” Patton spun around holding up a nude bandage dress Casey hadn’t worn in years. “You have to take this.”
“Why?” Casey asked with a scowl. “I’m going to a sex club. I’m hoping that I’m not going to be wearing any clothes…and if I am, I am going to be very disappointed.”
That was the honest truth.
Casey was headed off toward the Cattleman’s Club first thing in the morning, and they had a reputation for liking to keep their women naked and stuffed full of cock. The rumor was the club was populated by an incredibly talented and insatiable group of hot men who enjoyed a woman in every dirty, orgasmic way possible.
That was according to Felicity Foster.
She was a regular at the club, which said something about the place because Felicity was one hard bitch to impress. Everything had to be custom. The woman drove Casey and Patton nuts because she couldn’t order anything out of the catalog but always demanded specific creations made only for her. At the prices she was willing to pay, though, they were more than willing to indulge her whims.
Of course, Felicity had to have something to do with all her custom-fitted negligees and teddies or, more appropriately, somebody to do. As she always said, she certainly didn’t spend that kind of money on her outfits for any low-rent ride. Instead, she reserved her skilled favors for her stable full of stallions—that’s how she’d described the Cattlemen when she’d offered to get Casey into the club.
She’d made that offer more than once over the past years, but Casey had always turned her down. That is she had until Patton realized that her three fiancées, the Davis brothers, were the founders and owners of the club. The brothers wouldn’t allow Patton through the front doors, so Casey was going undercover to infiltrate the club and report back all the dirty secrets Patton’s men were trying to keep from her.
Not that Casey expected there to be any great secret to discover, but Patton was insistent that there had to be a reason for them refusing to let her into the club. She wanted to know what it was, and Casey just wanted to get laid. So, she’d agreed and finally taken Feli
city up on her invitation.
“If you’re not planning on taking clothes, what’s with the bag?” Patton nodded to the open suitcase sitting at the foot of Casey’s bed as she returned the dress back into the closet.
“Take a look for yourself,” Casey told her, her concentration caught by the drawing before her.
“Oh, nice!” Patton nodded her approval as she picked up a tiny pink lacy set of crotchless panties. “You’ve been raiding the store.”
“Yes, well, being a partner in a lingerie shop, I figured I might as well do a little advertising. Hell, I could write this trip off as a business deduction,” Casey shot back as she turned the sketchbook around. “If there had been time, I would have asked you to make one of these because this is nice!”
Casey mimicked Patton’s earlier exaggeration, drawing a laugh from Patton as she dropped the panties back into the suitcase and stepped up to admire her own drawing.
“That it is.”
“But not in yellow.” Casey was too pale to look good in yellow. “At least not for me, but this would look amazing against a darker skin tone.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” Patton agreed with a quick grin. “Actually, I was thinking of—”
“—Aysia!”
They spoke in unison in a habit they’d had almost since they’d first met, but it was Casey who continued on. “She’ll love it. Get me a finished piece in her size, and I’ll give her a call.”
“I can have it done in a week,” Patton assured her, dropping the sketchbook back down onto the bed. “You can pick it up before you head home when you come by to give me your report.”
“Works for me.” Casey rolled off the bed, snatching up her empty glass in one smooth move. She cast a pointed look at Patton’s nearly finished drink. “Refill?”
Patton drained the last bit from her glass before handing it over to Casey with a smirk. “Thanks.”
Wandering down the hall and through the open living and dining area into the small kitchen that served her purposes well enough, Casey squinted against the bright flash of headlights that cut through the window over the sink. She peeked out, half expecting to see one of Patton’s men arriving to collect her, but instead of an oversized pickup, she caught sight of an all-too-familiar black sports car pulling into the parking spot next to her own two-door compact.
Josh was home.
Home and looking good as ever.
Casey couldn’t help but admire the graceful flex of the thick muscles highlighted by his custom-tailored suit as he stepped out of his car. The high-performance vehicle was a perfect match for the cool, urban sophistication that Josh went out of his way to project. In some ways, it was an accurate reflection. He was smart and successful, driven by a relentless ambition that was sexy unto itself.
At the same time, the image was a lie. He might look smooth and polished in that attractive preppy, slightly jaded sort of way, but Casey knew the truth. Beneath the cold glitter of his calculating gaze lay the heart of a sweet geek, who preferred playing video games to going to art galleries and could skin a fish or tack a deer better than he could pick out a decent glass of wine off of any list.
Josh might be highly educated and given toward using big words, but he’d grown up in a pair of well-worn jeans and a stained T-shirt, hanging out at honky-tonks just like Casey had back when she’d teased her hair and worn her jeans too tight and too high. They came from the same place—Nowhere, Georgia. Both had shed that life to build a better one in the big city, which was the basis of their friendship.
“Oh, is that Joshy?”
Patton’s overly excited question cut through Casey’s idle thoughts, making her realize that she’d been standing there for longer than she should have. Now she’d drawn Patton’s attention, and Josh wouldn’t be thanking her for that.
“Don’t start,” Casey warned Patton, knowing the effort was futile.
Casey had lived next door to Josh going on four years now, which meant that Patton had too. Not surprisingly, the two of them hadn’t gotten along. Instead, Patton had bonded with Dylan, Josh’s non-identical twin brother. That made sense. Dylan was loud, rude, and wild. So was Patton…in a less annoying kind of way, or maybe not.
“Oh come on,” Patton sang out as she danced out of the kitchen. “I have to go say hello to Joshy!”
Casey groaned, already knowing how this conversation was going to turn out. Like a gawker at the scene of an accident, though, she couldn’t resist the urge to watch the disaster about to unfold. Following after Patton, Casey reached the front door in time to almost get hit by it as Patton threw it opened and ambushed Josh.
“Joshy!”
Patton launched herself at him, engulfing Josh in a bear hug from behind as he fumbled with his keys in front of his door. She plowed hard enough into him to make him drop the keys with a curse, not that Patton paid his clearly foul mood any mind.
“Miss me?”
In answer, Josh groaned and pounded his head against the door before turning around to offer Patton a politely fake smile. “Peyton, it’s been…too long.”
Josh paused just enough to assure that it was clear that he was lying, which only egged Patton on.
“That it has! So long in fact that it almost requires us to share a drink to toast this momentous occasion,” Patton declared with a dramatic flair as she looped her arm through his and all but dragged him into Casey’s apartment, forcing Casey to step back to let them pass.
She caught Josh’s eyes for a second, but his gaze cut quickly away. He wasn’t fast enough, though, to disguise the gloom darkening his normally brilliant gaze. Casey could only assume he’d had a rough day, and Patton wasn’t making it any easier either.
“Hey, Josh.” Casey offered him a quick, apologetic smile, but he didn’t return the gesture. Instead, he responded with a curt tone that was cut with enough of a sharp edge to make Casey cringe.
“Casey.”
He didn’t elaborate on that greeting but remained tight-lipped and tense looking, leaving her to wonder just what was wrong. For the first time that day, Casey silently cursed Patton’s presence as she wished she could have a moment alone with Josh because it was clear that he needed a friend tonight.
“Have a seat and I’ll get those drinks ready,” Patton informed Josh as she all but shoved him down onto the couch.
Patton tossed her a wink before rushing off toward the kitchen, and Casey could all but read her friend’s mind. Not that it was hard to figure out what Patton was up to. Hell, she’d spent the last four years trying to convince Casey to go after Josh, but he had a girl, and that just wasn’t her style.
Even if it had been, she wouldn’t have stood a chance. After all, Josh was engaged to a Brazilian swimsuit model who was a perfect match for the suit and the car, even if Casey didn’t think Maria matched Josh all that well. The woman was kind of a bitch and tended to make Josh’s life more difficult than easy.
“Sorry about”—Casey hesitated, having to remember that Patton preferred to go by Peyton in Atlanta—“Peyton.”
She claimed it was part of her urban persona, but Casey knew the truth. Patton had worried her name came off as too hick for the big city. Casey had worried over the same thing about her accent. They’d bonded over the insecurities, whereas, with Josh, she’d bonded over their shared love of toffee, dogs, and video games.
That was, apparently, all that was needed for love to grow. Those three things and years’ worth of routines that had bonded them like family. That’s what Josh was to her—family. That bond felt distant, though, that night as Josh sat there bent forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his gaze locked on his hands.
“Don’t sweat it,” he muttered, not bothering to elaborate with any of his usual rejoinders.
Instead, an awkward silence enveloped them that was broken only by the distant rumble of an all-too-familiar engine. Dylan and his obnoxiously loud motorcycle were home. Casey swore the bastard had bought that damn machine jus
t to drive her insane by revving the engine every time he returned home at three in the morning after hitting the sheets with yet another nameless, big-titted conquest.
“Dylan!”
Patton shrieked, running right out of the kitchen, clearly having completely forgotten about Josh’s drink. She flew past both Casey and him and out of the front door. Screaming her way down the walkway, she acted as if she were greeting some long-lost lover she hadn’t seen in years instead of simply a pal who she had lived next door to and hadn’t seen in weeks.
“Well.” Josh roused from his brooding silence as he slapped his knees and shoved off the couch. “This has been fun, but—”
“Wait!” Casey leapt to her feet as she quickly reached a hand out to stop him. “Is everything…I mean, are you all right?”
“Sure,” he said, all too quickly, refusing to meet Casey’s eyes, even as he shot a tight smile in her general direction. “It’s just been a long day. Lots of meetings and stuff, so I’m just going to—”
“Go to bed at nine o’clock tonight?” Casey lifted a brow, not buying that for a moment, but that was the lie Josh was sticking to.
“I guess I’m getting old.” Josh offered that tired joke as he shrugged. “I’ll see you later.”
“Josh?”
Casey didn’t know if it was the concern or the hurt in her voice that brought him to a stop, but he hesitated for a second, long enough to give her an answer to the question buried in her tone.
“Maria left me.”
With that, he trudged out the door, leaving Casey too shocked to do much more than watch him go. As much as she disliked Maria, her heart ached for Josh. He’d looked more defeated than tired, except that Josh was never defeated. Not even when Maria went completely nuclear could she turn him into the shuffling zombie he appeared to be right then.