Menage Amour 82: Tasty Treats Volume 1

by Jenny Penn, Eve Adams, Amber Carlton

  Cole stepped out of the water and grabbed a small towel. After cleaning himself up, he returned and sat on the edge of the tub, and when Jesse urged her to bend over, her mouth perfectly positioned over Cole's throbbing hard-on, she knew exactly what he had in mind. Cole weaved his fingers in her hair and directed her to his cock.

  She lowered her lips around Cole's hard flesh and spread her legs for Jesse's invasion. She tasted his salty pre-cum and a hint of tub water on his flesh. When Jesse's dick sank into her ass, she wanted to scream. Instead she suckled hard on Cole's cock. A strangled moan slipped past her lips when Jesse started to move inside her.

  "My God, Leah. I can't believe how tight your ass is," Jesse groaned with dark lust. "I'm not going to last long."

  "You and me both." Cole lifted his hips and fucked her mouth, his cock swelling with his imminent orgasm. Jesse slammed into her ass, pumping hard as he fucked her. She needed her own release, but without any friction where she needed it most, she was left aching, starving for attention on her clit.

  Cole must have sensed her dilemma. Out of nowhere he pulled the Juicer up and smiled wickedly as he handed the little glass toy to Jesse. She shuddered when he inserted it into her slick cunt. When he started to spin it, she arched her back and hummed onto Cole's pulsing cock.

  Her orgasm climbed through her body, sneaking and building with each spin of the Juicer. He twirled it faster and faster as his tempo picked up. She suckled Cole's cock and it suddenly burst in her mouth, his semen thick and sweet as it filled her. She took it all, ready to scream from the agony of her orgasm, which was just out of reach.

  Jesse slammed into her backside with rapid thrusts as Cole took over the work of the Juicer. She held onto the edge of the tub as the start of her orgasm slammed into her. Crying from the pleasure and pain, her knees gave out as her body convulsed in her climax. Jesse groaned deep and low as he came, jetting his life into her. He continued to pump her anus, having her muscles milk him of his seed.

  Cole pulled the Juicer out of her seeping cunt while Jesse eased out of her ass. She collapsed into the water and scooted into the corner to take a seat before she sank to the bottom and drowned.

  Jesse sat in another corner while Cole sat in the seat next to her, running his hands over her hair, down her shoulders and arms. Glancing over, she grabbed her drink and took a long pull. It was cold, and tasted amazing. Very fruity. Another shock. She didn't think real cowboys drank fruity drinks.

  But, then again, she'd never experienced the life and love of a real cowboy, the pleasure and pain, until she met the Henry brothers. And she knew her life would never again be the same.

  Chapter 8

  "Are you really going to let her leave?" Jesse sipped at his coffee and stood next to his brother as they watched Leah pack the last of her things in her little car.

  "How many times are you going to ask me that?" Cole turned from the window and tried to ignore the pinch in his gut at watching Leah get ready to drive away. This shouldn't be that hard. They'd had women stay the weekend at the ranch, and not once had it ever hurt this much to watch them leave. Not once.

  Until now.

  "As many times as it takes for you to pull your stubborn head out of your ass. If you don't admit you love her, I will."

  Cole threw Jesse a glare, but didn't respond. He couldn't deny his want for Leah to stay, but he also knew how these types of things worked. She knew exactly what she'd agreed to when she followed him home Friday night. They all did. A weekend of passion and mind-blowing sex, and a goodbye on Sunday. People did not base their entire future on one weekend, no matter how intense.

  "She's really leaving, Cole."

  "I know," he answered sadly and wished things were different. She wasn't from around here and he couldn't ask her to stay. What he'd learned about her stemmed from half a dozen conversations, and not much else. Her last name was Davis. She had a brother living in Seattle. She loved red wine and hated black olives.

  He tensed when he heard the door open and turned just as Leah stepped into the room. She shoved her hands in her back pockets and offered him a shy smile. "I'm all packed."

  "Do you know where you're heading?" Cole swallowed down the enormous lump closing his throat and weighing like a bloated elephant on his chest.

  She shook her head. "I won't know until I get there."

  Jesse set his cup down and walked around the counter, pulled Leah to him. Cole turned away. "Will you call us when you get there?"

  "I don't think so," she stated quietly. Cole squeezed his eyes closed. "I think it's best if we just cut this clean. You know, no strings. No ties."

  There it was. Exactly what they all knew needed to happen, but no one was willing to admit it. Leave it to Leah to be the one with enough balls to say it.

  "You know if you ever get lonely, you are always welcome at the Flying H's Ranch." The room fell silent and Cole turned back to see Jesse kissing her. His gut pinched again. Goddamn his smooth brother.

  "Thank you." She stepped out of Jesse's arms and rested those beautiful eyes on Cole. They were moist, her lashes spiked from crying. "Will you see me out?"

  He nodded, but didn't speak. He couldn't speak, not one fucking word. If he did, he'd beg her not to leave. It wasn't what she wanted, and he had to respect that. He followed her out to her car and held her door for her as she sat down behind the wheel. The snow stopped sometime in the middle of the night and left a nice dusting on the ground. Judging from her spin out Friday night, he was already worried about her driving in the snow.

  They waited there in a deafening silence between them, the only sounds the cows as they complained and protested against the cold. He stared off into the distance, unsure what to say, fearing whatever he said would be the wrong thing to say in this situation.

  "Well, I guess I should go." She started up the car and put it in gear.

  He held onto her car tight as if with sheer will he'd be able to get her to stay. A dark bitterness enveloped him. She was really leaving.

  "Drive safe." He stepped away from the car, fighting the urge to run in the opposite direction to escape the wrenching in his chest.

  "Cole?" He glanced down at her and wanted to pull her into his arms. "I had a great time this weekend."

  "Me, too." And he did. Dear God, he'd had more fun with her than he ever remembered having, and it wasn't all based on sex.

  "Thanks for everything."

  He leaned into the car and kissed her gently, nipping at her bottom lip and tenderly licking wherever he took a bite. "You're welcome."

  "If I'm ever in this neck of the woods again, maybe I'll give you a call."

  Just the thought of her calling him someday gave him hope. "Goodbye, Leah." He stepped back and shoved his hands in his pockets as she backed her car out of their driveway. Turning around, she brought her hand out the window and waved as she drove off.

  Cole stood there, numb. She actually left. And he just let her go.

  He didn't know how long he stood there, but he was shivering by the time his brother came out to get him. Jesse put his arm around him and led him back inside. "She'll be back."

  "You don't know that," he stated without emotion. He had no emotions left.

  Jesse smiled that knowing smile that immediately had Cole's guard up. Grabbing them each a beer, Jesse handed the bottle to Cole and knocked the neck of his up against Cole's. "My dear brother, when will you learn to stop doubting me?"

  Cole took a long pull from his beer, wondering just what exactly his brother had done this time, and knowing whatever it was would end up backfiring on them as usual. "Do I even want to know?"

  "In time," Jesse answered. With that mischievous grin firmly planted on his face, he even chuckled. Oh yeah. He was definitely up to something. "All in good time."

  Epilogue

  Leah searched the want ads, looking for her dream job, expecting the font to flash out at her as it always did in the movies when the person came upon the one job that w
ould save them from living in their car. She had until checkout tomorrow to find a job and convince the clerk to not lock her out of her room. Finding work in Montana was a hell of a lot harder than she thought it would be.

  With a deep sigh, she pushed the paper away and lay back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. She missed him. She missed both of them, actually. Damn Cole and his stubborn pride for not asking her to stay. Damn Jesse for not running out there to stop her before she left. And damn her for running from what could possibly the best thing she'd ever come across.

  Maybe Jesse was wrong. Maybe Cole didn't think of her the way his brother thought he did. Maybe neither one of them did.

  She really needed to move on. It had been almost a month now, after all. If she didn't find a paying job by Friday, she was out on her ear. She'd have to call her overbearing big brother and ask for money, just to pay for the gas to get back home.

  No, damn it. She didn't want to live under the thumb of her brother or her father. She wanted to live her own life. Swinging around, she grabbed the paper and opened to the next page of want ads.

  And froze. No way did that font just flash at her. Reading the ad, her heart rate picked up. " Wanted: Bookkeeper for a small ranch in southwest Montana. Experience not necessary. Room and board provided. Please respond to... " She stared at the ad, wondering if she should pinch herself. No experience? Room and board provided? Grabbing her cell, she punched in the numbers and waited as it rang.

  "What!" An irritated voice barked on the line. Leah swallowed and had her thumb over the end button when the voice sounded again. "Is anyone there?"

  "Yes," she answered quickly. "I'm calling about the ad in the paper."

  "What about it?"

  Okay, so this guy wasn't exactly Mr. Congeniality. Still, there was something about his voice, something familiar. "Is it still open?"

  "If we'd found the right person, would the ad still be in the paper?"

  Unbelievable. If he was this rude to her over the phone and to someone he barely knew, how would he treat her when he got to know her? Still, she desperately needed a job. She could deal with a little rudeness for a few months while she saved enough to move on. "I'm interested in the job."

  "Got any experience?"

  Her heart flipped. "The ad said no experience necessary."

  "Yeah, well." He chuckled without a drip of humor in the sound. "It may not be necessary, but it sure as hell doesn't hurt. My brother thought an ad in the paper was a goddamn brilliant idea."

  Brother ? "And you?"

  "I think it's a waste of time. Who puts an ad in three separate papers, none of them local? At least I know you aren't too close."

  Her heart pinched at how he practically spit the words at her. Still, this could be her only chance at gainful employment. "I'm willing to relocate."

  "No kidding."

  Her heart started to palpitate in her chest at the tone of this man's voice. Not only was he being a complete ass to her, he sounded way too familiar. She had to find out more. "Can I schedule an interview?"

  "That's what we're doing darlin', so make it count." The way he drawled on darlin' had her insides twisting. Cole said it the same way, slow country drawl and all. "Ever been on a ranch?"

  She swallowed tightly. "Once."

  "What'd you do on it?"

  Oh, if he only knew. If she told him half of what she did at the Flying H's Ranch, he'd hang up on her. "I was a guest."

  He grunted. "Are you normal?"

  "Excuse me?"

  "You don't have an armed ex-boyfriend you are trying to hide from or anything like that?"

  "No."

  "Good. When can you start?"

  Was he offering her the job, just like that? "Immediately."

  "Where are you?"

  "I'm in Butte."

  He grunted again. "That's a two hour drive from here. How soon can you be here?"

  Two hours? If she headed back north on Highway 1, in two hours she'd be smack dab in Holston. Just the thought of being within miles of the Henry boys had her body responding, her bare pussy pulsing and throbbing against the fabric of her panties.

  "I can leave within the hour." She ignored the thumping of her heart.

  "Do that. You can get set up in the guest room tonight, and be ready to work in the morning. Got it?"

  "Yes." She bit her lower lip and took down the address, excitement coursing through her veins. Thanking him, she ended the call and smiled. She found a job and a place to live all with a single phone call.

  Hurrying around the room, she packed everything in her bags and carried them out to her car. Driving up to the front office, she dropped off her key and followed the directions the man gave her, heading north on Highway 1.

  She started to recognize the landmarks and felt a flutter in her tummy. Would she be working on a nearby ranch? Would she see Cole or Jesse, or both, around town? Chewing on her lower lip, she pressed on the gas and watched for the turn-off the man told her about over the phone.

  Fall Creek Road . She spotted the sign and tried to steady her breath, her nerves jumping around inside her. The road turned to gravel and she slowed. Something seemed familiar about this road.

  When she saw the wrought iron gate with the Flying H's Ranch brand on it, she muttered a cuss. Stopping in front of the gate, she lowered her eyes to the directions she'd written, and then up to the gate to confirm the address.

  Holy hell . She had hoped to work on a ranch near them, but not for them. Half tempted to turn around, she kept her foot on the brake and pondered what her next move should be.

  A horn behind her scared her into moving. She pulled through the gate and then stopped again. The truck on the gravel road blazed passed the gate and disappeared over a rolling hill, two men and a woman waving at them with wide smiles on their faces as they passed her.

  She smiled, secretly wishing she were the woman, and the Henry Brothers were the men. They were all happy, and she wasn't sitting at their front gate wondering whether to turn around and run away.

  Well, now what? She could always turn around and go back to... what? What did she have to go back to? It was either work on the Flying H's Ranch with two of the hottest cowboys in existence, or drive back to Washington and listen to her brother say I told you so .

  Decision made. With a deep breath, she drove up the driveway. When she spotted the house, she felt an aching swell in her chest. Putting her car in park, she turned off the engine and rested her arms on the steering wheel.

  The side door opened and her heart painfully stopped in her chest. When she spotted Jesse walking out toward her, she couldn't pull her eyes away. He looked as handsome as ever in his tight blue jeans, fleece-lined jean jacket, and cowboy hat.

  He offered her a smile and a wave as he approached the car. "Hey, beautiful!" She opened the door and stepped out, and nearly lost her footing when Jesse pulled her into his arms. "It's about damn time you answered that ad. Do you realize how many qualified people we had to turn away?"

  "Was that you on the phone?" Anger and irritation sparked her tone. When she called, he could have just told her who he was. He didn't have to lure her back here with the promise of a job. A job, she now realized, that probably didn't exist.

  Well, damn. That realization robbed her of the excitement coursing through her. Did they want another wild weekend with her before sending her on her way once more?

  "No," he told her. "That would be Cole. Ever since you left, he's been a complete ass. Please, do something with him."

  "It didn't sound like him."

  Jesse lost his smile and regarded her somberly. "I'm thrilled to have you here. Just seeing your car drive up had my heart pounding."

  "Really?" A man who spoke his mind, let alone his feelings? Go figure.

  "I'm all kinds of good, darlin'. It's Cole. He hasn't been himself ever since you left."

  It wasn't like either one put up a fight, or even said a single word to stop her. Following Jesse inside the h
ouse, she kicked off her shoes and turned to enter the living room.

  A paralysis washed through her when she saw Cole. He blinked his cinnamon eyes at her, no doubt not believing what he saw. His jeans were dirty, as was his shirt. He didn't have on his boots, but that wasn't what had her concerned. His hat. He wasn't wearing his beloved cowboy hat.

  This was serious. At least Jesse still had on his hat.

  "Where's your hat?"

  He ran his fingers through his hair, disheveling it more. It looked like he hadn't shaved since she left. A shallow but thick beard covered his chin. "Are you here for the job?"

  Ouch. It hurt to even look at him, he was so beautiful. He didn't need to treat her like a stranger. They'd shared too much for him to talk to her like this. "Among other things."

  He spiked his brow. "Like what?" His uncaring tone bit into her, stabbing her heart.

  "Like this," she bit back and marched up to him. Bringing her hand back, she slapped him across the face.

  "What the"

  "How dare you make me feel unwelcome, Cole Henry!" She was pissed, damn it. Pissed and also frantic to feel his hands on her again. Grabbing his collar, she pulled his head down and kissed him hard, unyielding in her desperation for him. He kissed her back with equal frenzy.

  Jesse broke into a fit of laughter. They both turned and glared at him. "At least she didn't slap me , little brother."

  "The hell you say," Cole rasped. He glanced down at Leah's lips. "What does it mean, you being back?"

  "What do you want it to mean?"

  "Ah, Jesus Christ," Jesse muttered. They both turned to him. "Are you both so goddamn pigheaded that you can't see what's in front of you?"

  "Do tell," Leah purred as she buried her face in Cole's chest. Just the smell of him had her entire body on edge, where just a whisper would be enough to trigger an orgasm.

  Jesse nuzzled up behind Leah so she now stood sandwiched between the Henry Brothers. She couldn't think of a more fitting place to be. Wiggling up against Jesse's hard-on behind her, and Cole's hard body in front of her, she felt perfectly at home.