“You’re right,” she said. Out of everything, she felt the worst for hurting Yukon when he’d only been good to her. “I told Yukon about your job, too.” It was supposed to be some big secret, but all this bad blood had to stop. She’d never had a real relative, and to see two brothers grow apart because of a misunderstanding was indigestible to her.
Parker and Yukon were silent.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Yukon. “All this time I thought you were breaking your promise.”
Parker exhaled, pacing back and forth. “I did what I had to do. I’m not gonna apologize.”
“Never asked you to,” said Yukon. “You know how many times I considered going to the Palmers for work? The only reason I held back was because I knew you’d kill me.”
“I would have,” said Parker. “It’s one thing for me to sink that low, another for my little brother.”
She could feel their love like a living force all around them. Getting everything in the open was exactly what they needed.
“Neither of us needs to work for them. There’s plenty of money to be made on our own land if we work together,” said Yukon. “We’ll get by.”
“And what about her?” he said, jutting his chin toward her.
Both men assessed her. She swallowed and looked between them, wishing she knew what they were thinking. Her future was so uncertain. All her clothes were in the backseat of her car. She’d given notice to her landlord, and applied at a few jobs in the rodeo town she’d stayed in with Shelly. Robyn had taken a massive risk, inspired by Parker’s tattoo. She needed to have courage and follow her heart.
“She needs a good spanking for messing with both of us,” said Yukon.
“Robyn, get to my room,” said Parker. “We all need to talk.”
She listened to Parker, happy just to get back in the old house. At least they hadn’t told her to fuck off after she’d screwed them both over. As soon as she passed the screen door, the scent of the brothers was like a comforting hug. The old, mismatched furniture that she used to turn her nose up to was a welcome sight. She’d changed her way of thinking so much since meeting the cowboys. Somehow, they managed to put her life in perspective where she’d failed for decades.
Robyn walked up the creaky steps, the brothers right on her heels.
“So when exactly did Parker tell you about the Palmer brothers?” asked Yukon.
“She paid me a visit before leaving for the city,” said Parker. “We spent the night at the old barn.”
Once they got in the room, the mood had shifted. Yukon crossed his arms, standing in the doorway. “You fucked her and didn’t plan on mentioning that to me, either?”
Parker raised both arms to the sides. “She’d already left. I couldn’t help myself. You’re not the only one who fell for her.”
Yukon shook his head. “No, you’re the one who told me to stay away from her. Was that so you could take her for yourself?”
“Look, believe whatever the fuck you want.” Parker made for the door, but she grabbed his arm before he could leave.
“Both of you, please, stop it. This is all my fault,” she said. “I was confused, falling for two men, and trying to convince myself it could never work. I never planned on any of this. Never planned on putting a rift between the two of you, and I sure as hell never planned on falling in love.”
Everyone got all quiet. She only wanted to feel their love. Shelly had told her she had completely lost her mind when she quit her job. She’d told Shelly she was moving back up to cattle country to live with the cowboy brothers. After laughing, then realizing Robyn wasn’t playing around, she’d lost all respect for Robyn.
Calloway had replaced her within the hour, testament to her shitty life in the city. She was unneeded and unwanted, even after years of trying to fit in—dressing and acting the part counted for nothing.
“About that punishment.” Yukon nodded to his brother.
“Okay, let’s get this over with. Robyn, take off that skirt. Panties, too,” said Parker.
Both men stood there, watching and waiting for her to comply. She was already hornier than hell just being around them. Robyn unzipped the back of her skirt and shimmied out of it. She hesitated before taking off her underwear. Parker shook his head, so she continued to slip out of them. He sat on the edge of his bed. The entire room smelled like his rich cologne.
“Over my lap,” he said. “When we were young, we’d get the belt from our father as punishment. You’re lucky you just get my hand.”
Oh boy. She approached him, and he immediately brought her forward over his lap. She wasn’t sure what to expect, not ever certain if this was going to be painful or sexual. Robyn hoped the latter.
Once over his legs, he pulled her shirt higher so her entire ass was exposed. The air hit the moisture between her legs, and she hoped they couldn’t see how aroused she was. Parker started rubbing soft circles over the globes of her ass. Her clit throbbed in anticipation.
“Such a beautiful, lush ass. Perfect for fucking.” Parker brought his hand down hard on her ass, the fleshy sound echoing in the room.
“Ouch,” she shouted.
“Look at that jiggle,” said Yukon. “Do it again.”
Parker spanked her two more times. The burn made her lust grow stronger. They were completely no holds barred. “There’ll be no more running away.” Smack. “No more lies.” Smack. “You belong to us now.” This time he kissed her reddened cheeks, then softly rubbed them. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she said.
Parker moved his hand between her legs, impaling her with two fingers. She gasped, loving the feel of him being inside her in any way. When he dragged those fingers up toward her ass, she tensed. She knew what was coming, knew what would be involved with a ménage relationship, but it still scared her. Robyn had never experienced anal, or anything kinky for that matter.
Parker caressed her asshole with a finger, and she was surprised by the explosive sensations that scattered through her body. He pressed the tip of his finger in, and she clamped down hard.
“She’s tighter than a fist. A virgin. Get the ginger root from the kitchen,” said Parker. “She’ll have to learn not to fight us.”
Yukon left the bedroom, leaving them alone.
“Let me up,” she said.
“Not yet, little lady. If you want both of us, we have to prepare you first. I don’t know about men in the city, but cowboys have some tried and true ways to prepare a woman.”
“For what?”
“You want two men. That means I’m going to claim this tight ass of yours. Yukon will fill your pussy at the same time. You’ll be so full of cock, you’ll know exactly where you belong.”
The filthy image replayed over and over in her head. She was so close to an orgasm and they hadn’t even started. She was relieved they were going along with the idea of a ménage that she didn’t care what the fuck they did to her body.
Yukon was back soon after. She twisted her head and watched him use a pocket knife to whittle a big piece of ginger root. What the fuck was that for? She had no clue what these cowboys were up to, but she hoped they wouldn’t hurt her.
“What’s that for, Yukon?”
“It’ll make things easier when we double-fuck you. You’ll get a bit numb, get used to being stretched, and learn not to clamp down.”
He squatted down in front on her holding the carved root and a tube of clear lubricant. She was still vulnerably stretched over Parker’s lap. The root was shaped like some kind of butt plug. He drizzled lubricant all over it, then passed the container to Parker.
She jolted when the cool, slippery substance was poured over her asshole. “Relax,” said Parker. “Relaxing is key here. You’ll learn that soon.” He massaged the lubricant over her virgin hole, then began to insert a finger. She tensed again, but he tutted.
Yukon was still near her head, stroking her hair. “Relax for Parker. He won’t hurt you.”
Robyn stopped t
ightening and accepted Parker’s big finger. The foreign feeling was oddly titillating, the sensations reaching all the way to her clit. Once he’d filled her, he added a second finger. Her breathing picked up with her nerves.
“I can’t do this,” she said.
“You’re doing great, darlin’,” said Yukon. “Almost there.”
She bit the inside of her cheek as Parker slowly scissored his fingers, stretching her ass. Then Yukon passed him the ginger, and he replaced his fingers with the hard, slick root. He pushed it in until it lodged into place, holding her ass open.
“There we go,” said Parker. “Now, don’t clamp down, no matter what, or it’ll burn like a bitch. Understand?”
She nodded. As soon as she consented, they helped her to her feet. It felt weird with the root stuck inside her ass. She stood awkwardly, holding onto Yukon’s arm for balance.
“What are you doing to me?”
“You’ll be glad we prepared you properly,” said Yukon. “We’re not small men.”
She could attest to that fact. They had the biggest cocks she’d ever seen.
They undressed her all the way until she was completely nude. Yukon bent down and supported one of her tits, taking her nipple in his mouth. Parker pressed his body against her from behind, reaching to cup her pussy. He played with her clit and the moment she clenched, the ginger burned the tender tissues in her ass.
Robyn squealed.
“You have to relax, baby. Accept the pleasure. Don’t fight it,” Parker whispered against her neck. He tongued the shell of her ear, teasing her erogenous zone until she closed her eyes. The dual assault on her body had her spiraling out of control. It was so good, so intense, their mouths and hands everywhere.
This was better than she imagined, and she had a vivid imagination.
After the delicious foreplay seemed to carry on forever, they stopped. “I think she’s ready,” said Yukon. Robyn was already in a half-daze, savoring the sensations, not thinking about anything but here and now.
Yukon kicked off his jeans and boxers and sat on his brother’s queen bed, his rock-hard erection pointing up like a virile arrow.
Yukon leaned back on his elbows, reaching one hand forward to hold the base of his cock.
Parker led her forward. “Straddle Yukon, baby. Sit on his cock.”
She was panting now, so eager to be fucked it was obscene. Robyn crawled over him until she straddled his hips.
“Good girl. Come on, sweetheart. I want to feel your hot little cunt. Give me what’s mine.” Yukon helped her impale herself on his thick cock. She was so wet from arousal, easily sinking down on his length. Yukon groaned as he filled her, and she moaned, loving the fullness. The root began to burn from the pressure, but Parker was quick to remove it. She heard it drop to the floor.
“Get ready to take another man, Robyn. Just relax and push back against me.” Parker’s cockhead waited at her forbidden hole, demanding entrance. She was already stretched and the root left a numbing effect, so there was no pain as he worked his dick past her anal ring. Her body felt like it would explode as the two cocks fought to fit inside her body at the same time. She was so full, so thoroughly claimed.
Once Parker was seated to the hilt, his entire dick deep in her asshole, he froze, not moving a muscle. He cooed, running the tips of his fingers up and down her bare back until she was relaxed and calm.
“Hurry up, Parker. I’m dying here,” said Yukon.
“Man up. We need to take our time with her.” Parker began to ever so slowly pull his cock out, then in, then out again. He picked up the rhythm, and Yukon joined him. They pistoned in and out of her like a machine, in perfect sync the entire time.
“Oh fuck, you’re tight, baby girl.” Parker held her hips in a bruising grip as he stood behind her, pummeling her ass. Yukon suckled her tits as he fucked her from underneath. It was so good, more than she could have hoped for.
The overload of pleasure brought the promise of an orgasm to remember. “I’m close. Oh God, I’m going to come hard.”
“Let it all go, baby. Come all over our cocks,” said Yukon. He kissed her on the mouth, silencing her cries as the orgasm finally splintered inside of her. She broke from the kiss, panting and crying out as colored light passed behind her closed eyes. Her release went on and on, her pussy and ass throbbing and squeezing the brothers until they joined her.
Parker was first, filling her ass before gently slipping out. Yukon followed, holding her hips as he pumped into her from beneath, her entire body quivering.
She collapsed over him after he came inside her, his sweat-slick body hot against her breasts.
“That was perfect,” said Parker. She heard the tap in the bathroom next to his bedroom. He came back in and asked her to spread her legs. With gentle strokes, he cleansed the cum from her legs, and wiped her clean. Her body was still a hotwire and she gasped each time he rubbed a sensitive spot.
He climbed on his bed, and she fell asleep between them, feeling safe, wanted, and home.
Epilogue
Eight months later
“They’re so cute,” Robyn said. The tiny yellow chicks were chirping up a storm as Parker and Yukon brought in plastic crates full of sexed future hens, stacking them inside the new barn.
“Don’t get too attached. They’re not pets,” said Parker.
“They’ll be egg layers, so I don’t see a problem with getting to know them.” Robyn rubbed her rounded stomach as she watched her men busy at work. They were getting started in their new venture, an egg farm. There were already so many cattle farms in the area, and the crops weren’t enough to survive on, so they decided to go into eggs. Organic eggs. Robyn knew the demand for organic food in the cities, and after using her connections, and putting her business degree to good use, they started their own farm. They had some start-up loans, but things looked very promising for their family farm.
The brothers worked well together, the perfect team. They had hope and didn’t have to worry about dying alone. Both of them continually told her she’d saved them. In reality, they’d saved her.
Yukon took off his Stetson and rubbed his sleeve against his forehead. “How’re my babies?” he asked.
“We’re doing good. You guys should take a break. You’ve been at it for hours,” she said. Robyn was six months pregnant. She never imagined herself a mother, especially at her age, but she was excited. It was her chance to make things right, to break the cycle and be a great mom to her baby. She’d make sure it was always loved, wanted, and had everything it needed. They didn’t know who fathered the baby out of the two of them—it didn’t matter. They were a family.
Parker and Yukon each took one of Robyn’s hands. They left their barn and walked to the fence line that looked out into the freshly planted fields.
“Looks like it’ll be a good harvest this year,” said Parker. “The weather’s been better than last year, that’s for sure.”
“Everything’s looking up,” said Yukon. His blue eyes appeared to sparkle in the sunlight. “I can’t wait to teach our baby everything about farming.” He rubbed her belly and kissed her temple.
“We have something for you,” said Parker. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was the same ring she’d found in the shoebox at the top of his closet. “This was our mother’s ring, Robyn. It’s all we have left of her besides some pictures. We want you to have it. You’re our woman now, the mother of our child, and we’ll take care of you both for the rest of our lives.”
He put the ring on her finger, then kissed her hand. Yukon watched, and she saw his eyes glisten. Their mother meant a lot to them.
The spring breeze was getting warmer, bringing notes for fresh-turned earth through the air. Robyn kissed both cowboys. Her love for them grew more each day, and she never regretted the decision to take the risk and give up everything for love.
“She traded her briefcase for an egg basket, Parker. Literally. And you said it would never happen,” Yukon teas
ed. They all laughed as they reminisced. So much had happened in the last year, and she was excited for what was to come.
Shelly said Prince Charming didn’t exist, that happily ever afters weren’t realistic. Robyn knew better. She’d just been looking in all the wrong places.
The End
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COWBOY OUTCASTS
Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Tourette Syndrome (TS) is a neurological disorder characterized by tics: involuntary, rapid, sudden movements or vocalizations that occur repeatedly in the same way. The cause has not been established and as yet there is no cure.
“Ms. Watson, I don’t have time for this now.” Carl Fischer adjusted his glasses as he continued down the hallway of the university. Hailey tagged along behind him, balancing a pile of heavy textbooks in her arms.
“Sir, please. I need more funding for my research. If you read my proposal, you’d see the validity of what I’m trying to achieve.”
The professor turned a corner, keeping up his hurried pace. “Everyone’s proposal has validity, Ms. Watson. The university would be bankrupt if we funded every shining star.”
One of her books dropped to the ground. She struggled to pick it up, attempting to bend down without spilling the rest of her load. The professor had made it to the other end of the hallway, about to escape into the stairwell. “Sir! The hogs are going wild. Something has to be done.”
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