by Marla Monroe
Jessie only sucked harder and relished the moment he erupted inside her mouth. Long, thick ribbons of his cum filled her mouth and her throat as she swallowed around him, taking all of him as he came.
“Fuck!” he shouted out. “So fucking good.”
When he was spent, he pulled back from her mouth and collapsed next to her, kissing her forehead and panting as he propped himself against the headboard.
“That was amazing, babe. No one’s ever made me come like that before,” Wesson said.
“Hold on, babe. I’m fucking close, and this slow, easy pace is just driving me crazy,” Cole told her.
She looked over her shoulder at him just before he thrust hard and deep, making good on his promise to pick up the pace. Jessie groaned at the heated feel of him deep inside of her. He thrust in then pulled out before plunging in balls deep again and again.
“I’m close, babe. So damn close,” Cole ground out through gritted teeth.
Jessie cried out at the fact that she was close, too, but she still needed more, or she wouldn’t make it. She shouldn’t be so greedy. She’d already come once, but being this close had her antsy with need.
To her surprise, Cole seemed to know she wasn’t there yet. He reached around and plucked on her clit, sending her careening over the edge with a loud cry as he pumped inside of her before losing the rhythm and following her over. The feel of him leaning over her back as he pulsed inside her felt comforting as if he sheltered her from all harm.
As she came down from the euphoria of the second orgasm, Jessie collapsed onto her elbows then her face, turning it at the last second so she could breathe. This had been amazing and scary at the same time. She knew she was going to want them both more than once. They’d wormed their way into her heart between the way they treated her and the sex. It was all so good and so dangerous at the same time.
How could she care about two men at one time? Sure, it was supposed to be a temporary fling, but this felt like more than just a one-off thing. They were courting her. She could see that now. They’d taken her on a picnic and cooked for her in their home. Was she comfortable with dating them more than once? Could she pursue a relationship with them like she was almost certain they planned on?
Suddenly her job seemed not as important as her heart. If the parents of the kids she taught didn’t care that she was seeing two men at one time, then how did her heart feel about it?
Jessie jerked out of her thoughts when Cole began wiping her down with a warm wet cloth, cleaning her so that she wouldn’t be sticky from her juices. Then he tossed the soiled cloth toward the bathroom and climbed up next to her on the bed on the opposite side of where Wesson was already laid out. He pulled the sheets over them and pulled her back into his arms while Wesson rolled over to fit himself at her back.
Jessie realized they planned on her staying the night. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. This was only the second date. But then she’d made love with them on the second date, so what did it matter? Besides, she was exhausted. They’d worn her out. Maybe sleeping with them wasn’t so bad after all.
Chapter Seven
Jessie groaned as she rolled over to find herself alone in the bed. They had woken her up sometime around midnight and repeated the loving they’d given her the night before. She was deliciously sore and ravenously hungry. Her stomach growled at the scent of bacon frying in the kitchen.
She rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom and took a quick shower before pulling on her clothes and following her nose. She found Cole at the stove while Wesson set the table.
“Thought the smell of food would wake you up,” Cole said with a smile. “Hungry?”
“After last night I think I could eat a pig,” she said with a grin.
“Figured we’d have bacon and pancakes. How does that sound?” Cole asked.
“Great. I’m definitely hungry.” Jessie walked over to where Wesson was pouring juice in the glasses.
“Want some coffee?” he asked her.
“No thanks. I don’t drink coffee. The juice will be fine,” she said.
“If you don’t drink coffee, what do you drink besides juice and water?” Wesson asked.
“Actually, I drink mostly water, but I like an occasional Diet Coke. The water is better for me, though.”
“Can’t do without my coffee in the morning,” Wesson said. “Not sure I could function without it.”
She chuckled. “Most people drink coffee as soon as they get out of bed. I just never developed the taste for it.”
“First set of pancakes is ready,” Cole told them.
“Let’s get you set up to eat, babe,” Wesson said.
Jessie watched as he set her plate on the table and moved the syrup and butter next to her. She fixed the pancakes like she liked them and dug in, marveling at the warm gooey taste of them. The bacon was just like she liked it, crisp but not burned.
“This is delicious, Cole. You can definitely cook. Dinner last night was good, too,” she said.
“Hey, I may not be a good cook, but I can wash dishes like a champ,” Wesson said, his mouth pulling down in a pouty frown.
“And a man who washes dishes is a rarity. Ask any woman what qualities she wants in a man and housekeeping is right up there on the list,” she teased.
They ate breakfast together, talking about her job and their ranch. She enjoyed the easy conversation between them but knew she needed to get home to prepare for school the next day. Plus, she had laundry to finish up. But, Jessie didn’t want to leave the comfortable bubble she’d allowed herself to exist in while there at their house, in their arms.
“Want to watch a movie?” Cole suggested once the breakfast dishes were washed and put away.
“Um, I’d really like to, but I need to get home and finish up some things before I have school tomorrow. Maybe another time?” she said.
“Hate to see you go,” Wesson said, pulling her into his arms. “Are you sure you can’t stay for one movie?”
“I hate to go. I really enjoyed the weekend, guys.” Jessie meant every word. She had enjoyed it.
“We understand. We’ll walk you to your car,” Cole said.
“How about going out to the bar next weekend?” Wesson asked. “You could ask your friends to go with us.”
“That sounds like fun. Saturday night?” she asked.
“Perfect. We’ll call you later in the week to firm up the plans,” Cole said.
They held her hands as they walked outside to where she’d parked her car. Both men pulled her into a hug and kissed her, making her want them all over again. Then they stood and watched her back out of the drive before pulling onto the road and driving off. She could still see them in her rearview mirror until she turned a curve in the road.
A shiver flowed over her at the way they made her feel. Loved, cared for, and desired. Jessie was afraid she was already becoming attached to them, and it had been only a few weeks. How would she feel after another few weeks of seeing them? What would she do if they broke things off? It would surely devastate her. She couldn’t believe she’d already had sex with them. What was she thinking?
She wasn’t thinking, only feeling, and they’d felt amazing to her. Where would the relationship lead them? Where did she want it to lead them? How was anything permanent even possible? Yeah, she’d talked with Angela about her relationship with her guys. They were married, and she was pregnant with their child, but could Jessie be a part of a marriage with both men?
I’m jumping ahead of myself. This might not even last that long. I need to just enjoy it while it lasts and let the future take care of itself. I can worry about it if it comes to that.
But Jessie couldn’t help wondering what the future might hold.
Once she arrived home, she changed clothes and finished up the chores and double checked that she had everything ready for school the next day. She’d really had time for a movie before leaving the guys’ home, but she’d felt a little too vulnerable a
fter having spent so much time with them and the intimacy they were already building between them. She needed the space to let it settle inside of her.
The sound of her cell phone ringing in the other room jerked her out of her thoughts. Jessie picked it up on the fourth ring to find it was Brenda.
“Hey, girl. How was your date last night?” the other woman asked.
“It was good. Cole is an excellent cook,” she told her.
“So you had a good time?”
“Yeah. A really good time.”
“Did you stay with them overnight?” Brenda asked in a teasing voice.
“Well, um, yeah. I did,” Jessie admitted. She couldn’t keep anything from her friend.
“Damn, girl. Tell me all about it.”
“I’m not sure what to say,” she said.
“Was the sex as good as I’ve been told?” Brenda asked.
“Better. They’re generous lovers.”
“Hell, I should have hooked up with a couple before I met Tommy.”
“No, you and Tommy are perfect together, and I’m not sure you would have been satisfied with him after you’d been with two men. I swear they’ve ruined me for one man now,” she admitted.
“You’re kidding. That good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“So, when are you seeing them again?” Brenda asked her.
“They want to go out to the bar next weekend. They suggested that maybe you and Tommy could come, too. What do you think?” Jessie asked.
“That sounds like fun. We can talk about it Friday night after work. Tommy and his friends are playing poker,” Brenda said.
“Great. I’ll be ready for pizza after my first week of school. I may only have the kids for one day, but the first week is always the hardest for me. Even when I student taught it was rough getting into the swing of things,” Jessie admitted.
“Then it’s a date. I’ll tell Tommy about Saturday night and be sure he doesn’t have something else planned.”
“Great. Talk to you later.” Jessie hung up and smiled.
She liked that the guys were including her friends. It was yet another reason she liked them. They were thoughtful. Really, they were too good to be true. She hoped she wasn’t setting herself up for disappointment in the future.
And the future was something she was worried about all on its own.
* * * *
Wesson wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm and shook his head. They had two guys out sick, so he and Cole were working harder than normal trying to take the place of the two men out. They could both handle any part of ranching that was necessary but normally only helped here and there and directed the rest of the time. Helping to run fences or muck stalls was hard work. He appreciated all that hard work from his hands and made sure they told them that from time to time.
“My shoulders are going to give me hell tonight,” Cole said as he finished up repairing the barbed wire missing from a line of fencing.
“Tell me about it. We need to work more than we do so filling in doesn’t kill us,” Wesson said.
“Hell, I’ve forgotten how to work like this.”
“Me, too.”
Cole dropped the fence puller into the back of the truck and grabbed a cup to get water from the cooler they’d brought with them. “Want a drink?” he asked.
“Yeah, thanks.” Wesson held out his hand and grabbed the cup from Cole.
“So where should we take Jessie Saturday night to eat?” Cole asked.
“I was thinking the fish and steak house. We need to call her tonight and firm up plans. That sound okay with you?” Wesson asked.
“Suits me.”
“I miss her,” Cole said.
Wesson did, too. He’d had a hard time falling asleep each night and ended up jerking off to thoughts of her before he could settle down to sleep.
“Yeah. I already feel more for her than I would have thought.”
“I care about her more than I would have thought, too,” Cole told him.
“How do you think she feels about us?”
“I hope she cares about us more than just someone she’s going out with. I hope she wants to spend more time with us.”
Wesson sighed. He wanted that, as well. Hell, he had a feeling he was falling in love with her. She was sweet, intelligent, and sexy as hell. She had curves that made his mouth water and the prettiest green eyes he’d ever seen.
“Better get back to work. We’ve got another mile of fence to check,” Cole said.
Wesson moaned. He really was going to need that hot shower when they got home. He was going to ache all over for the next few days from the hard work. Maybe they needed to pay their guys more than they were paying them. He thought about it and shook his head. Nah, they were paid pretty damn well already.
Thoughts of Jessie filled his head as they finished up work for the day. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She already consumed him with her curly brown hair and the way she smiled as if she held some secret only she knew about. Little things like the way she smiled when they talked to her and how she licked her bottom lip when she was lost in the pleasure they were giving her made his balls hurt and his heart beat harder.
Once they’d showered and dressed later that night, Cole called Jessie and put her on speaker phone so both of them could listen and talk to her.
“Hey, babe,” Wesson said when she answered. “How are you doing? How’s school going?”
“Hey, Wesson. I’m fine. School is good. I have the kids tomorrow, so let me tell you again later,” she said with a laugh. “How are you guys doing?”
“Tired but good,” Wesson said. “Cole’s on with me. Are you still free Saturday?”
“Yes. I’m looking forward to it. Brenda said they can come, as well,” she told them.
“Great. We thought we’d take you to the fish and steak house for dinner before the bar. How does that sound to you?” Wesson asked.
“Great. I haven’t eaten there since I moved back. I used to love the fish there.”
“Plan on us picking you up around six then,” Cole told her. “That work for you?”
“Six is great. I’ll be ready for a night out at the end of the week. What about you guys?” she asked with a laugh.
“We’ve had a couple of guys out sick, so we’ve been having to fill in. Can’t wait to relax with you this weekend,” Wesson told her.
“Hope you’re not too tired to dance,” she teased.
“Dance? That’s Wesson’s territory. I suck at it, remember?” Cole asked.
“No you didn’t. You were fine. Besides, the fast dances Brenda and I usually dance to. Tommy won’t dance them with her, so we usually dance together,” she told them. “Our favorite one is “It’s Raining Men”.
“I’ll join you on some of them, but I refuse that one”, he said. “That just isn’t going to happen.
Jessie laughed, the sound of it pouring over him like a welcome shower on a hot summer day. He loved her laugh.
“Deal. You can sit that one out, Wesson.”
They talked for another few minutes then hung up. Wesson felt great about their date coming up and about the progress of their relationship. He’d wanted to call her every night that week but knew it was too soon to bug her like that. Hell, he wanted to talk dirty to her and have nasty phone sex, but that would have to wait until they’d created a closer relationship. Yeah, they’d had sex, but the intimacy was too new for that.
Cole stretched and sighed. “I’m beat. I’m heading to bed. I sure as hell hope Matt and Ron are back tomorrow.”
“Me, too. I’m headed that way myself. My body is getting too old for actual work,” Wesson said with a sigh.
“We’re not forty yet, man. Don’t wimp out on me.”
Wesson chuckled. “I’m not. I just feel forty.”
Once in bed, Wesson found that he was wide awake and hard as a rock after talking with Jessie. Thoughts of her with her mouth wrapped around his dick fi
lled him. He grabbed the bottle of lotion next to the bed and poured a small amount into his hand and greased up his cock as he pictured her spread out before him like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
With a low groan, Wesson pumped his cock with one hand and rolled his balls with the other, thinking about fucking her in slow slides of his cock. He wanted to bury his shaft as deep as he could get then pull out and plunge back in until she was chanting his name as she drew closer to her climax. He’d grind his pelvic bone into her clit to make her come as he thrust in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
He grew closer to his climax as he pulled on his cock with long, hard jerks. The faster he tugged, the closer he got to shooting his load. He imagined seeing her come apart beneath him, and it was all it took for him to empty himself into his hand and down his shaft. Wesson groaned at the intensity of the orgasm then got up and cleaned himself up. It wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing, but it had taken the edge off. He would be able to sleep now without his cock throbbing between his legs.
The last thing he thought about before falling asleep was how it would feel to wake up with her every morning for the rest of their lives.
He was so screwed.
Chapter Eight
“Dammit! We’ve got a cow down in the north pasture,” Cole snapped. “Guys say she’s breathing but unconscious.”
Wesson cursed and grabbed his hat. “I’m right behind you.”
Cole raced outside and saddled his horse with his brother hot on his heels. They galloped out to the north pasture where two of the hands were standing next to one of their cows scratching their heads.
When they dismounted, one of the men held up two darts. “Pulled these out of her hip.”
“Fuck. I knew they were going to start experimenting before long,” Cole ground out. “Wesson, call the sheriff and the vet. We need to find out if this is poison or a sedative of some kind. These kids, if they are kids, need to be stopped and soon.”
He watched as Wesson walked a little ways from the group to hear as he made those phone calls. Cole wanted to hit something. They couldn’t afford to have downed cows, and they sure as hell couldn’t afford the possibility that it could be a person next time.
