Menage Amour 82: Tasty Treats Volume 1

by Jenny Penn, Eve Adams, Amber Carlton

  "Lonely," he whispered, but Leah still caught it. Her entire chest compressed at that single word, and she realized then and there that Jesse's sacrifices and love for his brother far outweighed anything she'd ever seen. She suddenly felt very guilty for the way she'd treated her brother growing up, and wanted to call and apologize for being such a pain in the ass all those years.

  She approached Jesse and knelt down in front of him. "So you're saying the only way to make you happy is to make your brother happy?"

  "That about sums it up."

  Running her fingers up and down his leg, she gave him a smile meant as a peace offering. "What if I made you both happy?"

  Jesse's lip twitched, but he looked like he fought the actual smile. "What did you have in mind?"

  "Exactly what I just said. What if I made you both happy?"

  He actually smiled then, and it lit up his eyes. "The three of us? Like happily ever after?"

  "I was thinking more along the lines of both of you enjoy the weekend and let me go at the end," she countered, not willing to go down that rabbit hole. She didn't want to fall in love with anyone right now. Her last relationship just may be listed as one of the top ten worst disasters of all time. She'd had too much fun so far with the Henry brothers to go down that path.

  Jesse chuckled and shook his head. "You make a compelling argument, Leah." He shrugged. "It's worth a shot. You're different to him. To me, too. You have something the other women didn't have. I like it, and I know Cole does, too."

  She sighed, wishing she didn't give a shit about the other women in Cole's life. Or Jesse's. It churned and burned inside her stomach. "What's that?"

  "You've got me," Jesse answered with another shrug and picked up the paper. His eyes rested on it, but she knew he wasn't reading. She stepped back and let out another sigh, knowing their conversation had ended. "Ask Cole."

  "Ask me what?" Her heart jumped a mile when Cole strolled into the kitchen, looking disheveled and completely mouth-watering as he shuffled his way to the coffee pot. Her heart, already warm from finally finding a breakthrough with Jesse, wanted to burst having both her cowboys in the same room.

  After grabbing a mug and pouring a full cup, Cole turned and leaned up against the counter. Glancing over at Leah as she approached, he offered her a crooked grin that nearly brought her to her knees.

  Licking her lips, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and almost gave in to her want to jump into his arms. Still, she couldn't not touch him, just as much as she couldn't not touch Jesse. Leaning up against him, she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a firm plant of her lips to his. "Good morning," she offered.

  His cinnamon eyes twinkled in delight. "Good morning, back." He sipped at his coffee as he continued to study her, his eyes churning with a dark hunger she felt more than she saw. Setting his cup down on the counter behind him, he turned back to her. With a wicked curl of his sensual lips, he pulled her to him and really kissed her.

  Their tongues danced in beat with the thumping of her heart. He ground his hips up against hers and she felt his heated erection through his jeans. Her breath ripped from her lungs when he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.

  Dear Lord, did these cowboys know how to kiss. She arched up against the hardness of his bare chest, her nipples tight and sensitive as she pressed them to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let out a soft whimper when he weaved his fingers into her hair. It tickled her scalp and sent a shock of all consuming chills down her spine.

  Cole lifted her into his arms, and they assumed the same position they were in last night with her legs firmly wrapped around him. She locked her ankles behind him and rocked her hips to grant some sort of friction against her throbbing pussy.

  "I take it you're a morning person," Jesse's sexy voice sounded in her ear, the wetness from his breath sending another wash of chills peppering across her skin. She didn't even know he'd gotten up from the table. His hands rested on her shoulders as he offered a heated nip at her lobe. He then cooled the sharp bite with a slow lick of his tongue. Leah moaned into Cole's mouth.

  He set her down on the cold counter and nudged the bulge of his cock between her legs. Digging her heels in his ass, she urged him closer to her drenched cunt, desperate to feel his hard flesh inside her again. He unfastened her jeans and a flaming desire took over when he wiggled her out of her jeans and tossed them aside, then did the same with her panties.

  He slowly sank his finger into her damp pussy. Her vaginal muscles clamped down, spasming as he pulled his finger out and replaced it with two. A flood of juices gushed down her channel, drenching her cunt. If he didn't take his jeans off and thrust the engorged member between his legs deep between hers, she'd scream.

  Lust, hot and thick, powered her next move. Reaching down, she grabbed his groin and squeezed. With her other hand, she reached over and grabbed Jesse's groin. Rubbing in sync, she soon had them both rocking and grinding their hips up against her hand.

  Jesse pushed Cole out of the way and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting out and submerging in her pussy. Leah threw her head back and let out a throaty moan.

  Cole fisted her hair and slanted his lips over hers, stabbing her mouth with his tongue. She shuddered in his grip. The sheer dominance of his action launched a fireball of arousal tearing through her, heating her, setting her entire body on fire.

  Jesse murmured his pleasure at the taste of her as he swirled his tongue around her swollen clit. She was so close, and the way he teased her pussy had her right on the cusp of a blinding orgasm.

  He jumped up and before Leah could whimper a protest, drove his cock inside her cunt with a slamming force that pushed her back on the counter. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back to the edge and thrust again, this time holding her in place. He buried his cock to the hilt, grinding his hips and growling deep in the back of his throat.

  Cole's kiss hardened possessively. He captured her soul in the kiss, fed her enough to keep her alive and nothing more. Jesse slammed into her cunt again and she cried out, so close to coming her entire body quivered in anticipation.

  When Cole brought his hand down and fingered her clit, flicking it as his brother fucked her pussy, driving to his own climax as he drove Leah to hers, she started to pant.

  A final pump of his cock and Jesse threw Leah into a violent orgasm that had her screaming into Cole's mouth. She sucked his tongue as the waves crashed into her and shattered her senses. Jesse groaned and shot his seed deep inside her, slowly rocking his hips to ride his orgasm out.

  Cole broke their kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were almost as dark as Jesse's in his lust and hunger for her. Knocking Jesse out of the way, he picked her up and carried her over to the kitchen table. With a single sweep of his arm, he cleared the top and lowered her down on it.

  "Won't we break it?"

  He bit at her neck. "I don't care," he growled and threw his jeans off. When she felt the smooth head of his cock pass through her opening, she shuddered.

  "All the way," she purred, and dug her nails into his shoulders. He did as asked and buried his penis inside her. "Yes!"

  "Leah," he groaned and started to pump his dick in and out of her cunt in a steady tempo. The table creaked and protested under both their weight. "Oh, baby. Your pussy is so hot and wet as it tightens around me. Can you feel it?"

  Oh dear God could she ever. The walls of her pussy fisted his flesh, milked it as he drove in and out. In and out. Another orgasm sizzled and bubbled inside her, building hard and fast. "Faster, Cole. Fuck me faster!"

  He followed her order and increased his rhythm, thrusting his swollen cock over and over. Her climax drove higher and higher until she couldn't make sense of the feelings coursing through her veins.

  "Leah!" Cole hollered and spilled his life into her, exploding like a fountain. His climax triggered hers and she screamed as she clawed at his back. He fucked her hard, pulling her ebbing orgasm back to the surface with an ang
ry vengeance.

  "Cole!" She cried and grabbed a hold of him, digging her nails into his shoulders and riding the waves of her climax. The table gave a final creak before a loud pop echoed into the kitchen. Cole and Leah locked gazes just as the table legs gave out and sent them both crashing down to the floor.

  They slammed down, Cole's full weight landing on top of her and knocking the wind out of her. Ouch. That's going to leave a bruise.

  "Shit," he muttered and jumped up, pulling her with him. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" As he asked he searched her body for marks, concern replacing the arousal she saw in his eyes only moments before.

  "I'm fine," she lied. Hell yeah, that hurt . But she'd live. They looked at each other and both broke into a fit of giggles. Jesse joined in and they all laughed until tears filled their eyes.

  "Now where are we going to eat?" Jesse mused as he motioned to the shards that used to be their kitchen table.

  Leah glanced down at the table and shook her head. "They just don't make them like they used to."

  Chapter 6

  Cole paced inside the den, every so often stopping and glancing up at the ceiling. Jesse hid his grin, knowing full and well what had his little brother so agitated. She was upstairs taking a shower.

  "You could always go join her," Jesse offered and took a pull off his beer. He'd never seen his brother this taken with someone before. It was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing as it would bring his brother happiness as he spent the rest of his days building a life and family with her. A curse as it would be the end of their ménages.

  His heart pinched at the thought. The Henry boys were faithful. They may share their women, but they never cheated on them, and never attempted to bring another woman into the relationship. He'd have to find someone else to share his women with if Cole and Leah ended up as more than a weekend fling.

  She may think they'd be happy as a threesome, but Jesse knew better. Leah had already captured Cole's heart, and his soul. It didn't matter how Jesse felt about her. Deep down he wanted to believe the three of them could live in harmony, but he also knew the real world.

  People didn't take kindly to threesomes, especially in a tiny town like Holsten. Sure, he'd heard rumors of Skye Taylor and the two ranch hands out at her parents' ranch. He'd talked to Caleb a few times in town and, even though the rumors didn't bother him much, they tore the shit out of Trent.

  Why the hell couldn't people mind their own goddamn business? If Caleb and Trent wanted to share their love on a woman like Skye, who was anyone else to judge?

  Jesse muttered his favorite cuss word. Maybe if Cole and he were able to make a threesome work with Leah, convince her to stay here in Holsten, then all the town gossips would leave Sky, Caleb, and Trent the hell alone.

  Trouble with that was they'd attack Leah and the Henry Brothers. Would he be willing to endure endless ridicule for his choice in his personal life? Hell, yes. For Leah, he'd give up breathing if it meant keeping her happy. He couldn't explain how she'd found a way to burrow under the Henry Brothers' skin in less than twenty-four hours, but she'd done it. For the first time in his twenty-nine years, he felt himself starting to actually fall in love.

  After they spent the morning cleaning up what used to be the kitchen table and throwing it out on the burn pile, Leah insisted on making breakfast and toasted frozen waffles. Both Cole and Jesse hid their amusement and stomached the little Styrofoam discs. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had frozen waffles, if ever. Preprocessed food was just not something they ate on the ranch. Give them fresh meat, and a hell of a lot of it.

  But still. The fact that Leah, who didn't have a cooking bone in her sexy little body, wanted to cook them breakfast, had both Cole and Jesse eager to play house with her. She looked so damn cute and proud as she plopped those toasted discs on their plates that neither one of them had the heart to turn her down.

  "I know I hurt her," Cole muttered for the seventh time. Jesse ignored him and tried to finish reading the paper, which he hadn't been able to do yet. Their little sex episode in the kitchen, and then another back in the sitting room, saddle and all, distracted him away from the headlines. Now that Leah was safely upstairs taking a shower, he finally settled in to read the paper.

  And then Cole stormed into the living room after feeding the animals, pacing like a madman, ranting and raving about how he hurt her and should have known better than to fuck her on the kitchen table.

  "She's fine. She said so herself."

  "I know I hurt her," he repeated for the eighth time and pulled his hat off to run his fingers through his hair.

  "Then go kiss it and make it better," Jesse stated and took another pull off his beer. "You smell like shit, literally. A shower is just what you need."

  He stilled and glared at Jesse. "How can you be so calm?"

  Glancing up at his brother, he snapped his brow to a frown when he noticed how upset Cole was. The poor sap had no idea how fast he'd fallen for the pretty brunette with bottomless blue eyes, how they both had. At least Jesse had more control over showing it. Cole would figure it out soon enough.

  "Because I'm not the one falling in love with her," Jesse lied.

  "What?" Cole threw his hands up and went back to pacing. "That's insane," he muttered.

  Jesse laughed. "Those were her words, too."

  He stopped again and gave him an incredulous look. "When did you talk to her about this?"

  "This morning, before you got up."

  Cole stiffened. "Did she, you know, greet you the same way she greeted me?"

  "Do you mean did she stick her tongue down my throat the minute she saw me? No. That, little brother, she reserved for you." He folded the paper and gave up on trying to read it. With all the chaos going on at the Flying H's Ranch, he'd be lucky to get through the first section.

  Cole seemed relieved and even smiled, if ever so slightly. He took a breath to say something when they both stopped and brought their gaze up to the ceiling.

  Leah was singing a really bad rendition of a country song about a cheating boyfriend. She didn't hit a single note, but that didn't seem to faze her. She still sang at the top of her lungs and seemed to be having a hell of a good time at it.

  "Obviously not the next American Idol ," Jesse pointed out.

  Cole threw him a cool glare. "I think it's cute."

  "Of course you do." He finished his beer and stood up off the couch, ignoring the flutter in his chest. She really did sound cute. "I'm going to make sure the cattle are settled before it gets dark. Did you fix the hole in the back fence?"

  "What hole?"

  Jesse chuckled. Inwardly . Cole looked ready for a fight and he really wasn't in the mood to go there. "The one I told you about three days ago." He sighed. "Never mind. I'll take care of it. You just take care of," he paused and brought his gaze up to the ceiling, "other holes."

  "You're an ass hole ," Cole snapped.

  Jesse grinned. "Yes, I am."

  "Take Rocky," Cole said. "Timber is off. I don't like the way she's been nursing her hind quarter."

  "Again?"

  "The vet is coming out on Monday."

  Jesse rolled his eyes. The old coot they called the local vet barely had the brains God gave a goat. He didn't want the old man touching his mare. Besides, he hated riding Rocky. His brother's gelding had as bad a temper, as his owner. "Fine." He moved to the side door and threw on a coat and gloves. After placing his hat on his head, he turned back to Cole. "You'd best figure out what's got you so riled up, little brother." To test the waters, he took it to the next level. "I'm sure our woman isn't ready to see this side of you."

  " Our woman?" Cole's eyes were none too friendly as he narrowed them on Jesse. "What the hell does that mean?"

  "I mean she just may be the one woman who has the power to finally give us both what we want."

  Cole stopped pacing and glared at him. "And what the hell is that?"

  "Figure it out, little brother."

>   "Goddamn it, Jesse, what the hell are you"

  He smiled as he slammed the door behind him, cutting off Cole's bitching.

  * * * *

  Cole spit out his favorite cuss word and turned away from the door. Goddamn his brother for being so arrogant. He didn't know what the hell he was talking about. He wasn't falling for Leah. Neither of them were. They didn't even know her last name. Men didn't fall for women without at least knowing their last name.

  Her silky dark hair, or her pretty blue eyes didn't captivate him. He didn't ache to touch her. Her killer smile didn't make him instantly, and painfully, hard. Sweeping his gaze over to where Jesse just sat, the sight of the empty beer bottle activated his saliva glands. He could use a beer.

  Marching over to the fridge, he threw open the door and reached for a bottle, only to stop. Leah didn't like beer, or at least didn't like men who drank beer. Cussing, he closed the door and leaned back on the counter.

  The water shut off and he glanced back up at the ceiling. His dick twitched, anxious to feel Leah's blistering heat swallow it. He ran the heel of his hand over his hard-on, pissed he didn't have any better control over his body. He was twenty-seven years old for Christ's sake. He should have some dick control by now.

  That was another reason why he wasn't falling for Leah. He didn't even know her age. It didn't matter. He could reason with his body all day long. His cock refused to back down, and before he knew it, he found himself walking up the stairs.

  Rounding the top, he turned and made his way down the skinny hall to the bathroom door. Pulling in a deep breath, he held it and knocked. "Leah?"

  "Cole?"

  He ignored the way his heart skipped at the way his name rolled off her tongue. Her voice seemed to swirl around it like a dark smoke. His dick jerked. "Do, uh, you need anything?"

  "Actually," she started, then paused. "I'm a little sore from the fall."

  God damn it. He knew he hurt her. Clenching his teeth, he leaned toward the door, resting his hand on the knob. "What can I do?"