Edie Earns Her Saddle

by Edie Earns Her Saddle (lit)

  “That’s it, Edie. Go over. Let it take you.”

  He kissed her then, and she felt him pulse inside her. She clenched her pussy harder around his cock, and she heard him bark out his violent release.

  When it was over, he clutched her to him and leaned into her, his arm supporting their weight.

  They stared at each other for a few moments, catching their breath. Then he smiled at her and brushed a kiss against her temple.

  “I missed you all day,” he whispered, and trailed his fingers over her cheekbone.

  “I did, too,” Seth said. “We just kept talking about all the things we wanted to do to you tonight. But mostly, we talked about how much it upset us that we had to wait all day to see you.”

  Her heart clenched in her chest.

  Oh, my God, I’m in love with them.

  They pulled away from her and straightened her dress with their big hands. Their caresses lingered on her breasts and between her legs, but somehow they managed to get her presentable. She looked down at herself to check.

  “I’m about to meet your family, and I just finished being seduced by the two of you!” She covered her face in her hands. There was no way in hell she would be able to look their mother in the eye.

  “Hey.” Seth’s hands pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed. If our family says anything, we’ll handle it. But they’re gonna love you. Now come on.” He guided her toward the house.

  When they were halfway to the front door, Jason’s hand slapped her ass.

  “Hey! What was that about?”

  He smirked down at her, and her pussy got wet. “Stop looking so tense. And I can spank your ass whenever I want. It’s my ass.”

  “Oh, please.”

  “It is. Don’t make me have to bend you over right here and now to prove it.”

  Edie opened her mouth to argue, but she thought better of it when she saw the amused glint in his eyes. Sure, he might be making light of it, but he really meant it. They thought of her as theirs, and Jason would hike her skirts up and show her who was boss if she argued with him.

  “Fine. Just as long as your asses belong to me.”

  Jason stopped in his tracks. So did Seth. They looked down at her, their cowboy hats casting mysterious shadows over their beautiful faces.

  “Uh, cupcake? Why would you even ask that?”

  She meant it as a joke, but something about the way they looked at her told her they did not take it as one.

  “I was just kidding. Why are you being so serious all of a sudden?”

  Jason took a step toward her and stopped just a hairsbreadth away from her. Seth stood right next to him. Jason reached down and took her hand. It looked so small and pale in comparison to his. He pressed his lips against her palm and laid it right over his heart. She felt its strong, steady beat against her skin.

  Confused, she looked up to meet his eyes. What she saw there stole the breath out of her. Jason looked down at her with a look of such pure devotion and adoration she felt tears burning the back of her eyes.

  “Edie, we’ve been yours since the moment we first saw you. Since we first saw you smile. There has not been a moment since then when you have not occupied our thoughts, our dreams, our desires. We yearn for you so much that when you’re not with us, it feels like we’re missing a part of our body.”

  “He means we love you,” Seth said, the corner of his mouth drawn up into a lopsided grin. “He’s just too much of a hard ass to say it.”

  “I love you, too.” The words rushed out of her so quickly that they all blended together.

  Jason smiled down at her and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “What was that?”

  “Yeah,” Seth said. He kissed her neck, then her lips. “I didn’t get that, either.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “We’ve been waiting for you to say that, cupcake.”

  They both looked at her, then grabbed each of her hands and led her toward the house.

  “Now let’s go introduce you to everyone.”

  * * * *

  Dinner went well, considering Edie was a practicing pescatarian. When Delilah Chisholm, Jason and Seth’s mother, asked her what in the hell a pescatarian was, Edie explained, her cheeks burning the entire time.

  Here she was, a modified vegetarian eating mashed potatoes, barley cranberry cakes, and peas in a cattle ranching home while everyone else ate Bessie the Cow’s husband for dinner. How in the hell had she gotten here?

  “Well,” Delilah said, eyeing her from across the table. “I’ve never heard of that before, but hey, I learn new things everyday. The next time you come, I’ll make some salmon.”

  “Oh, oh, well, thank you. I—”

  “Thanks, Ma,” Seth finished for her. “And make it trout. Pan fried. I love me some of that stuff.” As if he did not just finish his whole steak, Seth rubbed his belly, grabbed his fork, and reached over Edie’s plate for another helping.

  “Seth! Jesus Christ, boy, where in the hell are your manners? This poor girl is gonna get to thinking that I never taught you any! Edie, I am so sorry for his poor behavior.” Delilah looked positively abashed. “At least I have one son who does the family name good,” she said, sending a smile at Jason.

  Delilah Chisholm gave a good evil eye. If it were not for the little twinkle in her eye and the smirk on her lips, Edie would have thought she really was angry. Sitting between Jason and Seth, she kept stealing glances at them and comparing their features to their mother’s. They had her beautiful blue eyes, and so did their younger sister, Lily. They also had their mother’s lips. Edie assumed Jason and Seth’s other features came from their fathers. Edie wished she could meet them, but they died almost ten years ago in an accident that left Delilah widowed of her two husbands with three children to take care of and a ranch to run.

  The accident happened when Seth was nineteen and Jason was almost twenty-one. He was already overseas on active duty then, and Edie suspected that the guilt of not being there, of not being able to make it home immediately, would always weigh on him. She figured that was why Seth was the head manager and not Jason. Seth was better suited for business, anyway, but with Jason on active SEAL duty until two years ago, he did not have the time to oversee their large family business.

  “So, Edie, do you have any siblings?” Lily asked. She was as beautiful as her brothers were handsome. She was about as tall as Edie, but Lily had brownish-red hair like her brothers, and her eyes were the same blue-black color of Seth’s but with the sharpness of Jason’s. Unlike her oldest brother, though, Lily’s eyes were soft and kind looking. They did not hold the jaded look.

  “Yeah, I do. I have a younger sister. Her name is Evelyn. Eve for short. She’s twenty-four and fresh out of college. I’m trying to get her to visit, but she’s got her heart set on going to New York for a while and trying out her luck there.”

  “And it’s just the two of you?”

  “Yep. Just us. I always wished I had an older brother, but I got to be the oldest. I didn’t think it was very fun most of the time. Especially around the holidays. We’re both dessert fiends, and we fought over the last piece of pie, cake, the last cookie, you name it. We had clothing wars, accessory-thieving events, the works. I wanted to strangle her sometimes.”

  “You’re so lucky you got to fight over girly things. I had to share a bathroom with these punks.”

  “Yeah, so?” Seth asked after he polished off his steak and leaned back against his chair and put his arm around Edie’s shoulders. His fingers drew circles on her skin. Jason already had her hand in his under the table. And for some strange reason, Edie suspected he kept guiding it closer to his crotch.

  “Oh, please.” Lily shot Seth a menacing glare, and Edie saw that their sister already perfected the evil eye. “Edie, you don’t understand. Jason would time me. He would stand right outside the damn door with a stopwatch and monitor how long I took to shower. I only got seven minutes. Seven minutes!”r />
  Edie looked at Jason and saw him smirk. “You know what? All you need is seven minutes.”

  “If you didn’t notice, Jace, I have hair,” Lily waved the end of her French braid in the air, “and lots of it. It takes more than seven minutes to shampoo, condition, and do a mask or something. And then there’s my face. I have to cleanse everyday and exfoliate—”

  “Whoa.” Jason put his hands up. “That girly crap is not for bathroom time. Edie, don’t let her try to fool you. She was a bathroom hog. Wouldn’t you agree, Seth?”

  “Hell yes. The worst. And it’s not like she’s got anybody to look nice for anyway.”

  “That’s what you think.”

  Seth sat up straight when Lily finished speaking.

  “The hell did you just say?”

  “I didn’t stutter, Seth. You heard exactly what I said. You don’t know anything about my personal life.”

  “What personal life? You better not have a personal life along the lines of what I’m thinkin’.”

  Lily lifted her chin. “And what if I do? It’s none of your business.”

  Seth’s jaw clenched. Uh-oh. Who knew one of the fastest ways to piss Seth off was to talk about his sister’s hypothetical love life? Edie decided to tuck that piece of information away for later.

  “Of course it’s my business! I’m your brother. I’m not gonna have some horny-ass motherfuckers trying to date my sister.”

  “Oh please. The only reason you’re so freaked out about the idea is because you know exactly what all those horny-ass motherfuckers want.”

  Seth made to stand up, but Jason’s hand shot out and grabbed Seth’s shoulder. “Chill, man.” He turned to face his sister. “What he means to say is that we have certain criteria for any bastards that try to date our little sister.”

  Lily leaned back in her seat, cocked an eyebrow and said, “Oh, really?”

  Jason mirrored her actions and said simply, “Yes.”

  Wow. Normally people hit the floor whenever the Chisholm brothers were slightly annoyed. Seeing the two of them almost full-blown angry would have most grown men cringing in fear. Not Lily Chisholm, though. Edie suspected that girl would stand up to a rabid dog without any fear.

  “And what would those criteria be, oh wise brother?”

  “They’ve gotta be decent guys, first of all. None of that bad boy bullshit. You need a nice, respect—”

  “No! I’m not gonna be with some boring I-drive-a-Taurus guy. Ain’t gonna happen. There’s gotta be some passion! You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, Edie?”

  Jason’s grip on Edie’s hand got a little tighter. “Don’t answer that,” he said to her. “And you,” he pointed his finger at his sister, “don’t involve her. She can’t save your ass.”

  Lily snorted at that. “Right. Because I’m so sure you picked some wilted, delicate flower to be with. Please, Jason. She’s the first girl y’all have brought home. Don’t tell me that she doesn’t have the two of you wrapped around her finger with the ridiculously cute ring on it.”

  Edie glanced down to her right index finger with its sterling silver ring in the shape of a leaf. “Thank you,” she mouthed to Lily, who smiled at her in response.

  “That’s beside the point,” Jason snapped.

  “Ha!” Lily’s face lit up with laughter. “I knew it!” She pushed her chair away from the table and stood. “My work here is done, ladies and gentlemen. Now if you’ll excuse me, I made some buttermilk pie, and I intend to eat it.”

  “Oh, me, too!” Edie pushed her chair back, but before she stood, Jason raised her knuckles to his lips.

  “We’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

  The warmth of his lips seeped into her skin and into her panties.

  “All right.”

  She turned to Seth, who smiled at her then dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

  “Save me a piece.”

  “Okay. But you better hurry. I love buttermilk pie.”

  She stepped out of the dining room and into the kitchen before Seth called out behind her. “Make sure it’s a big piece, Edie. I’m still hungry.”

  Edie turned to glance at him over her shoulder. While his voice sounded perfectly normal, the look in his eyes said something different entirely. Her eyes flicked to Jason, and his heated gaze met hers.

  Oh, goodness.

  “You, too, Jason?”

  “Nah. I’m good. I’m not in the mood for that kind of pie right now.”

  The erotic glint in his eye told her what kind he wanted. She felt her cheeks heat up, and she hurried into the kitchen before her shame got the best of her and she randomly burst into flames from being so embarrassed in front of their mother. She had to know what they were talking about. The idea made Edie blush right into her shoes.

  * * * *

  “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed by that comment, cupcake.”

  Jason held in his laugh when Edie sputtered at his comment.

  “Why in the hell wouldn’t I be embarrassed? You were talking about going down on me in front of your mother! Your mother!” She covered her face with her hands. “Oh, no. She’s probably sending me bad karma right now.”

  Jason pulled her into his chest and tried his best not to laugh, but it did not work. She must have felt his body shaking with it because she pulled out of his arms and smacked him on the arm.

  “You bastard! Now your mother is going to know that we’re—”

  “What, that we’re fucking?” Seth put in.

  “That we’re having sex. Sex. Not fucking. Fucking is for hooking up and one-night stands. I don’t think I’m either of those, so more respectful term, please.”

  “Fine, baby cakes. Sex. Our mom isn’t stupid, you know. Jason and I are in our early thirties. And it’s not like you’re an innocent little teenager, either. You’re a woman. A very beautiful and sexy woman who happens to be our woman.”

  He pulled her to him.

  “How did you come up with baby cakes?”

  Seth smiled at her. “Well, Jace calls you cupcake, so why not? Cupcakes are little baby-sized cakes, anyway, right?”

  Jason rolled his eyes. Sometimes his brother could be so literal.

  “Wow, Seth.”

  “What?”

  “Never mind. Let’s get our girl home.” Jason reached for Edie’s hand, and she took it, lacing her fingers between his. He loved the feel of her skin against his. It was so soft and delicate, and he was always so scared of marring it. And her fingers looked and felt so small next to his. God, he was always so scared of breaking her.

  “Sounds good to me. I’ve got breakfast duty tomorrow morning, so I’ve gotta be up bright and early.”

  Jason helped her up into his FJ40. “Bright and early, huh?” He and Seth shared a look. They had every intention of having her up bright and early, but that was because they did not plan on letting her sleep.

  “Yes,” she continued, unaware, “the Campbells are big coffee drinkers. Well, Mr. Campbell is, anyway. Mrs. Campbell really likes my caramel lattes. I think I’m converting her little by little toward buying fair trade products.”

  With any other woman, he would have considered Edie’s rambling annoying. But he loved it with her. He liked hearing what was on her mind, even when she spoke about the benefits of having regular blueberry muffins or cream cheese blueberry muffins for the guests the next morning. He liked how her thoughts could be the most random, disjointed topics because he liked where her mind could take his. She was full to bursting with ideas and theories, and she had interests in so many different things and opinions about the most insignificant topics. He loved it. She challenged him mentally, and he adored her for it. Jason smiled to himself. She probably had no idea that her mind was the main reason he loved her.

  Well, that and the fact that she was the kindest, most genuine, open-hearted, and open-minded person he ever met. And he loved her hips. Loved how they flared then tapered into her waist. And her breasts. He love
d those, too, and the way her neck looked when her messy chignon had pieces grazing her skin there.

  Jason felt his pants tightening around his dick and knew he would barely be able to control himself tonight. He fought to rein his lust in, but one glance at her in the dim lighting of his SUV, and he knew he was a goner.

  She blinked, confused, when he pulled in the driveway of his and Seth’s place.

  “What are we doing here? I thought we were going home.”

  Jason pulled her out of the truck, slammed the door, and pressed her up against it. The night air hung thick and heavy around them amplifying her body heat.

  “We are home,” he said before he leaned into her and took her lips. She softened against him immediately, making him feel like a veritable god, and opened her sweet mouth for him. He loved the way she tasted. Loved how she moaned into him, but he wanted more.

  Reaching up, he gently took her precious face in his hands and tilted her head, giving him better access to her mouth. She clutched at his arms and pressed her body against his. Her breasts pillowed into his chest, so soft and inviting, and he had to pull away before he took her right then and there.

  Edie’s lips were bruised and flushed from his kisses, and her eyes looked dreamy and aroused in the moonlight.

  He took her hand. “Come on.”

  “What’s going on?”

  Seth came up behind her and hoisted her in his arms. “You’ll see.”

  They took her down to the basement and flicked on the lights.

  Jason watched as Edie’s eyes took in what he and Seth liked to call their toy chest. True, it was a whole room, but they liked the name. In the corner of the room was an armoire full of dildos, Japanese silk cuffs, lube, condoms, anything small they needed. The ceiling and entire far wall were mirrored, and directly in the center of the ceiling hung straps he and Seth could use to hang a harness or cuffs.

  “W–what are you—” Edie backed away from them and turned on her heel toward the basement stairs, but Jason caught her, flipped her over his shoulder, and hauled her into the room, kicking the door shut behind them.