“Too excited?” She didn’t understand what exactly he meant by that.
Wes shrugged and led Lena back to the horse, ignoring her question. “Let’s head back then, huh?”
Riding back was fine with Lena. She began to miss the feeling of his body so close to hers and didn’t mind a little more innocent back and forth on that horse of his.
She might even let herself lean back a little on the way down.
* * * *
Brock looked up from pouring a basket of harvested grapes to a larger bucket that would ultimately go through the grape sorter, which washed and removed the stems from the ripe fruit.
A handful of fruit he inspected slipped from his fingers as he saw Lenora Morgan riding toward him with his brother holding her. He couldn’t believe his eyes, but there she sat, and she looked even prettier than she did the day before in his office.
“Hey, Brock,” Wes called out from behind her. “This is Lena. I was just showing her around the property. Everyone’s out running errands, so they shouldn’t be back for a while.” A sly expression quirked the corners of his lips up and lit up his face. Looking incredibly pleased, Wes stopped in front of Brock and hopped off the horse, followed shortly by Lena.
Brock caught a glimpse of her white, cotton panties as her dress fluttered around her on the way down, and his cock stirred in his pants.
“It’s nice to see you again, Ms. Morgan.” He shook her hand while she stared at him pale and wide-eyed, as if she’d seen a ghost.
She paused for a moment before she found herself again.
“It’s nice to see you, too. Please, call me Lena. That’s what everyone calls me ‘cause it’s shorter, you know, as most nicknames are, ‘cause what’s the point of a longer nickname, right? I mean, that just defeats the whole purpose…”
Her voice trailed off as she turned away and exhaled deeply. She looked flustered. Brock could only see half of her face, but that half certainly turned a bright shade that rivaled the red highlights in her hair. She babbled the same way she did back in his office. He chuckled. This woman wasn’t just beautiful and sweet, she looked adorable, too.
“So, you two have met?” Wes asked innocently.
Lena mustered a pained smile and shrugged her shoulders.
“I totally didn’t put two and two together. Dr. Stone, Stone Vineyards, Wes Stone, I mean really. This is a pretty small town, right? What are the odds that there would be more than one family named Stone, which isn’t the most common surname, I don’t think…”
Lena leaned her head down, uncrossed her arms, and, as one hand gripped her elbow, the other shielded her face. Brock could see more red, despite her attempts to hide, but he also caught a hint of a grin. He decided to rescue her from her unnecessary, though charming, anxiety and changed the subject.
“Your wrist looks pretty limber already. If it doesn’t still hurt, I could probably take the splint off early.” He extended his hands toward hers. “May I?”
Lena managed a smile at him and Brock beamed. He yearned to touch her soft skin again and didn’t expect the opportunity to arise quite so soon. He owed Wes for this, big time, and considered letting him have her first, whenever their union finally happened. Brock felt confident it would eventually.
He held her delicate wrist in his hands, carefully removed the splint, and rotated it in slow circles, his fingers intertwined with hers.
“Does that hurt, Lena?”
“Mmm, no, Dr. Stone, it doesn’t hurt.” Lena’s eyes closed.
“Brock.”
“Hmm?” Her eyes popped open.
“You can call me Brock. You’re at my family’s home. There’s no need for formalities here.” He fiddled with the splint in his hands, but what he really wanted was to replace the splint he held with her undoubtedly soft breasts.
“I think your wrist is fine now.” He could see her taut nipples underneath her dress and imagined rolling each one between his fingers and on the tip of his tongue.
“Great. That’s great.” She twisted her wrist around and tested it again to see for herself.
“Anyway,” Wes interrupted, “I was just about to show Lena around some more and let her try a few wines. So, if you’re not busy, would you like to join us, Brock?”
Brock could read Wes’s face like an open book and Wes looked ready to take a sip from Lena’s cups. Brock couldn’t agree more. He knew they both wanted it, but just hoped that Lena would, too.
“You know what would be fun? Lena, have you ever crushed grapes before?” Brock asked.
Wes’s face brightened as if an internal light bulb went off. His brother knew instantly where he planned to go with this question.
“Do you mean like in I Love Lucy? With feet?” Lena flashed a confused but curious look on her face.
“Exactly,” Wes answered. “We don’t use the juice from the foot-crushed grapes for making wine sold to the public anymore, but we still have a gigantic old-fashioned crushing barrel that we still pull out now and then for tourists.” Wes grinned playfully and held his breath as he waited for her response.
“I promise you’ll have fun and it’ll certainly be something you’ll never forget.” Brock’s words meant more than they seemed at first.
Lena thought for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons in her mind. “Sure, why not? You only live once, right?”
Wes cocked an eyebrow at his brother. Brock licked his lips, anticipating the sweetness he might get a chance to consume. Lena was going to live all right. She was about to experience life in a way she likely never had before.
Hopefully, she’d never want to stop.
Chapter 4
Lena’s face alternated from a smile to a grimace and back as the grapes beneath her feet squished, gushing sticky juice and pulp between her toes.
The men were right. She was having fun and relaxing for the first time in a while, ever since she started working on her business. Her customers would definitely enjoy this.
“Okay, Lena, be careful and make sure to hold on to me. It can get really slippery here, and it’s easy to fall before you even realize what’s happening,” Brock advised.
Lena looked up at him as she held on to his arm and then looked back down at the reddish purple mess she created beneath her feet.
“So, you get a lot of tourists coming out here to do this?” Lena turned to Brock as he steadied her in the grape barrel and showed her his expert grape-smashing technique. The muscles in his arms flexed yet his grip on her hand still felt gentle. His calves were also heavily muscled and strong. Those grapes didn’t stand a chance.
“Yeah, whenever it’s harvest time.” Brock flashed a charming grin and his gaze met Lena’s with an intensity that made her face redden at the sensations he caused between her thighs along with every stomp of her feet. She tried to maintain her professional focus and brought it back to work.
“Would you mind if I send my customers here? That is, if I ever get customers.” She frowned and her stomping slowed as she again became overwhelmed with the fear of her business failing. What if nobody came to stay at The Sweet Spot?
“Hey, what’s with the frown, girl?” Wes asked as he dumped another bucket of grapes into the barrel. Lena squirmed a little as the round fruit bounced against her legs and the tops of her feet.
“I’m just worried, that’s all. It’s a lot of pressure to run a business with no experience.”
“Our kin knows all about starting something fresh with no experience,” Brock gave her a reassuring nudge, “and look at us now. Don’t be afraid, Lena. It’s great that you’re just going for it and we’ll help you in any way we can. That’s what Liebling is all about, offering a hand when you need it.”
Lena relaxed a little again. These men inexplicably made her feel safe and secure, a feeling she didn’t remember ever having.
“Thanks for the offer, but it’ll take more than wine and smooshing grapes to get the B&B off the ground.”
“What you need i
s a good, old-fashioned grand-opening get together,” Wes suggested as he rolled up his jeans and started to climb into the gigantic wooden barrel, which easily fit three people. “We can help you cater. Obviously we’ll provide the libations and our mother is a great cook. I’m sure she’d love to help out.”
His face contorted briefly, and then he smiled, revealing his adorable dimples for the first time.
“It’s that first grape squish that gets me every time, like jumping into cold water.”
He made his way over to Lena, and her breath caught in her throat as he brushed past her, grazing the curve of her ass. He moved to her other side so the brothers each flanked her.
She steadied her breath and tried to continue the conversation as if she weren’t about to faint from exhaustion at the battle she’d fought all day against her body’s reactions to these men. With both brothers beside her, she didn’t know how much longer she could take it.
At least, Brock was a doctor. If she did pass out, he could certainly provide her medical attention, which might include a healthy dose of mouth-to-mouth.
She shook herself out of her reverie. “Um, you know, that’s actually a fantastic idea. You’d do that? Help us out?”
Brock stopped stomping for a moment and grasped both of her hands. “Of course, Lena. We’d do anything to help you.”
The sudden change in the tone of his voice startled her. Something about its low gruffness made her think professional courtesy was the furthest thing from Brock’s mind at that moment.
She didn’t know what to say or think or feel, so she just stood there, holding his hands, trying to avoid his gaze for fear of what she might see. Or what she might not see. She wondered if the lustiness she thought she heard might only exist in her imagination. If she looked at him, his eyes might tell her everything and she hadn’t quite made up her mind on what she hoped would be there.
Her heart raced frantically in her chest. She had to get out of there. Her face burned obscenely hot. She pulled her hand from his grip and put it to her forehead, checking for a fever.
She turned and headed for the edge of the barrel, even though she could barely focus on anything around her, and gathered her last drop of strength to make a graceful exit.
“That’s really generous of you…um…Brock and…Wes…but you know, I really should be go—whoops!”
* * * *
As Lena walked away from him, Brock felt his stomach tighten up. He figured he should have been a little more careful with how he approached expressing his feelings for her.
But how do you tell someone you’ve just met that you think she’s the one?
He turned away from her for a moment to look at his brother, hoping to get some help. Instead Wes just stared at him blankly, looking even more clueless than he did. Lost in his own thoughts, he failed to hear what she mumbled as she made her exit and hadn’t noticed that Lena started to lose her balance. Even if Wes saw her impending tumble, he stood too far away to do anything about it.
An arm suddenly landed hard against his chest and then a small fist clung to his T-shirt. The momentum of Lena’s fall brought Brock down with her, and like human dominoes, Brock leaned against Wes and he fell, too.
The three of them crashed into the wet, juicy mess, their bodies twisting together like a grape-flavored pretzel.
Brock winced at Wes’s knee digging into his back, which he eventually wiggled free, but neither brother made any effort to get up, still too stunned. Brock hadn’t fallen while crushing grapes since he was a child and prided himself on his impeccable balance and steadiness, good traits to have in a doctor. Then the thought of his vocation brought his attention back to his former patient.
“Oh, shit, Lena, are you okay, sweetheart?” He looked at her, her head resting safely on his chest. The silky tendrils of her hair, now wet, matted against her face and streaked it in purple stain. Despite the pain shooting up his side, the slight pressure of Lena’s body on his felt remarkably good. She was his human pain reliever.
Her eyes wide and her mouth ajar, mid-yelp, Brock could tell she felt just as surprised by the fall as he did. Then he realized what may have really been surprising her.
His throbbing erection pressed against her arm. Brock froze, not knowing what to do next, and a tortured lump clenched his throat closed.
“Uhh, I’m okay, Brock.”
She looked mortified as she slipped around trying to get up. Unfortunately, the awkwardness of the moment and the precariousness of their positions only intensified the uncontrollable growth of his shaft.
Her limbs and hands inadvertently groped his groin over and over. He felt horrible that she was embarrassed, but he had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation and at her stubborn persistence. The more she tried to get up, the more she slipped.
Brock glanced over his shoulder and saw Wes laughing with tears in his eyes, clearly just as amused at the show.
Their tenacious vixen wouldn’t give up.
“Why are you guys laughing? What is so funny? Are you laughing at m—”
Lena made it to her knees only to fall again, but this time her body contorted around and landed completely on top of Brock’s, her chin touching down in the valley between his pecs.
His chuckles stopped as their eyes locked. He could feel his cock throbbing against the apex of her thighs. She wrenched her gaze away and rested her head against his chest, putting her finger to her mouth and biting her knuckle as she hid her face from his. Their bodies were completely slick with the juice of freshly crushed grapes. Brock thought he felt Lena rocking a little back and forth, grinding against him.
The increasing pressure on his body, focused directly against his aching cock, confirmed his suspicion. His eyes rolled back in his head as he placed one hand on top of her hair while the other rubbed her back. Back and forth she went. He looked up at Wes who had already unzipped his pants. He slowly stroked himself as he watched Lena’s pert little body move against Brock.
When a barely perceptible moan escaped her lips, Brock couldn’t control himself any longer. He reached down and wrapped his hands around her creamy thighs, her skin lubricated in grape juice. He rubbed her moistened skin up and down with enough pressure to maintain her sensual motion. He hoisted them up so she fully straddled him. Then his hands moved to her round ass, firm but soft enough to grab and squeeze. He gathered the wet fabric of her dress and pulled it up over her hips, reaching underneath to palm each of her plush breasts. His thumbs brushed across her peaked nubs and Lena’s body tensed for a moment, then another moan exhaled from between her lips.
He put a hand to her chin and lifted her face up to his. He wanted to see her face, to see her reaction, to kiss her lips, to solidify the realization that this was really happening.
* * * *
“Lena, sweetheart, I want you to look at me. Please, look into my face, beautiful,” Brock said huskily.
Lena’s head spun. When she fell on him and his manhood swelled into her crotch, she couldn’t help but dig in. She couldn’t fight it.
From the moment she’d laid eyes on him and Wes, she’d ached for them. She felt so stressed from her business venture. The nerves had finally gotten to her, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed a release and some comfort. Brock’s hard cock, pressing through his clothes and hers, told her that he wanted to provide that for her. In a moment of weakness, wanton abandon, and ravenous hunger she accepted. Now, she couldn’t stop.
She looked up and gave Brock what he wanted.
He ran his tongue across his lips and pulled her face up to his. She bent down and let her mouth brush against his. She licked her lips and then Brock’s, their tongues gingerly meeting in the middle. She savored his taste, relishing the sticky sweetness covering their entire bodies. His hand went to the back of her head and drew her in closer to devour her mouth, sucking and nibbling her bottom lip. He pressed his face deeper and grabbed her tongue with his lips, massaging it into his mouth with his tongue.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good, so amazingly good. I want you so bad. Can you feel my cock swelling for you?” Brock grunted into her ear between kisses. “Can you feel it?”
“Yes, oh, God, yes.”
She squeezed her eyes tightly, focusing on the stiffness of his erection against her thigh and the slow, seeping pool of wetness from her cunt, willing his cock to take a dip. Her clit throbbed, calling to him. She wanted nothing more than for the emptiness inside her center to be filled with what lay engorged in Brock’s pants, what she knew had to be aching to break free. Her back arched as another erotic, rigid shaft pressed into her from behind.
Wes.
His hands reached around her and clung to her breasts. Wes lifted her up so she sat upright, fully straddling Brock’s crotch, her pussy pressed against the mound in his pants, while her ass pushed out to feel what was in Wes’s pants. Lena’s entire body quaked at the realization that his cock was out. She reached behind her and confirmed her suspicion, her fingers cupping the firm, swollen head of his weighty manhood.
Wes kissed and nibbled up and down her neck while his fingers flicked over her hard nipples. She shuddered in ecstasy under his touch.
“Is this okay, beautiful? Do you want me to touch you, too, love?”
Lena didn’t have to think long before she gave him an answer or, rather, her wandering hands did.
She reached behind her and gripped Wes’s lean, muscular back with one hand and pulled him closer, nodding affirmatively into his neck. With her other hand, she stroked his cock, fascinated by its silky soft skin. So lost in pleasure, she could no longer form words. Lena just let go and went with it. Her hands gripped him tighter, forcing him to dig his cock deeper into her back, pressing between her cheeks through the thin fabric of her plain, cotton panties, soaked with a mixture of the sweet, sticky, purple grapes and her own dripping juices.
Wes undid the top buttons of her dress, affording him more access to her upper body. Brock sat up and cupped her face in his hand. He pushed his thumb into her mouth, grazing against her teeth. With his other hand, he palmed her ass, bringing her into him.
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