by Marla Monroe
White hot pressure bloomed at his entrance into her tight cunt. Her vaginal walls expanded to accommodate him as he slowly inched inside of her wet heat. Already his balls were tightening as her delicate pussy took him.
“Ah, hell,” Laredo hissed out. “Her mouth is dangerous. I’ll never last.”
“Her pussy is pure sin,” Laramie said in a strained voice. He had to swallow twice to get the words out.
He heard Billy Jean moan around his brother’s dick. It must have felt amazing because Laredo threw his head back and growled, one hand digging into the covers next to her head.
Laramie grinned then cursed when she squeezed her cunt around his cock like a pair of vise-grip pliers. It was equal parts agony and ecstasy being encased in her hot, wet pussy as she clamped down on him. He couldn’t hold back any longer. She’d triggered the need to pump his cock deep into her cunt. Where before he’d slowly rocked in and out of her, never going too deep, now he thrust inside her tight sheath, going deeper than before. When he bumped against her cervix, he froze, afraid that he’d hurt her, but she didn’t cry out in pain. When he still didn’t move, she wiggled her hips and growled around Laredo’s shaft, eliciting another grimace of pleasure across his twin’s face.
“Fuck, whatever you’re doing, do it some more. So good,” Laredo ground out.
Billy Jean pulled off of his brother’s cock and glared down her body at him. “Move! Don’t stop like that.”
“I was afraid that I had hurt you,” he explained sheepishly.
“I let you know if…” His brother filled her mouth with his dick once more, stopping her words in mid sentence, but he got the meaning in them.
Her glare said it all. Laramie thrust deep once again, her loud moan assuring him that she liked that little bump against her womb. He shafted in and out of her over and over, deeper and harder with each thrust. Her hips met him each time he pounded into her. The pleasure was building higher and higher. He wasn’t sure if he would last long enough to watch her come again. He reached between them and fingered her clit, brushing over the distended bit of flesh.
Soon she started to quiver around his cock, her pelvis losing some of its rhythm as she screamed around Laredo’s shaft. Evidently that triggered his brother’s climax since he grimaced as if in pain and his body tightened all over. Laredo shouted her name as he dug one hand into her scalp. He could see Billy Jean’s throat work, frantically swallowing the cum his brother gave her. Then Laredo withdrew from her mouth and all but collapsed on the bed next to her.
Laramie groaned at the erotic sight of her licking her lips and smiling at his brother. His ass cheeks tightened as he continued to pound into her pussy, snagging her attention again. The soft, relaxed expression that had settled over her face changed as he worked her clit with his fingers. He wanted her to come again for him. He wanted to feel her squeeze his cock like she had just seconds before.
“Come, sweetness. Cream all over my dick for me,” he growled as his balls began to squeeze against his body.
“I can’t. Not again. It’s too soon,” she rasped in a hoarse voice.
“Yes, you can. Squeeze me cock dry, Billy Jean. Make me come.” He adjusted his angle, tunneling in and out of her pussy so the crown of his cock rubbed over her sweet spot.
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to moan. It was music to his ears. He sped up, but the amazing feel of her quivering around him pushed him too close to the edge. He knew he was about to lose it. Laramie pinched her clit lightly and was rewarded with her scream of pleasure as she clamped down on his dick so hard he saw stars.
Every muscle in his ass contracted as his balls erupted, sending spurt after spurt shooting up his shaft into the condom. The pleasure was so intense he saw bright lights as he squeezed his eyes closed.
Fuck!
Slowly he came back to himself and realized he’d collapsed on top of Billy Jean. Laredo was pushing him to the side.
“Get off of her, you big asshole. You’re suffocating her.”
“God! It was…” He didn’t know what to say.
“Yeah. I know,” Laredo said with a huge grin. “Look at Billy, brother. She’s out.”
Laramie looked at where she lay, breathing heavily with her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly. She looked like an angel, her hair splayed out in a mess around her head. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were still swollen from taking Laredo’s cock between them.
“She’s going to be pissed if we don’t get her up and going,” he said. “It’s time for her to be fixing breakfast.”
“Yeah. But she looks so good. I hate to wake her up,” Laredo almost whispered.
“You’ll hate hearing her curse your cock to limpness if she misses getting breakfast out on time,” Laramie said with a chuckle.
“There is that.” Laredo leaned over and kissed her.
Laramie gently pulled from her heated depths, careful to hold on to the condom. When he started to get up to dispose of it, her eyes opened and she smiled up at him with a satisfied expression on her face.
“Time to get up, darling,” Laredo told her.
Laramie got up and barely missed her flaying leg when she suddenly jumped up.
“What time is it? I have to get dressed,” she shouted.
“Calm down, honey. You’ve got time for a shower. It’s not that late,” Laredo was telling her.
Laramie disposed of the condom and washed his hands and face. He’d barely walked through the door before a panicked Billy Jean raced into the bathroom and slammed the door. He couldn’t help but smile. Making love to her had been nothing short of amazing, wonderful, and many more words than he could come up with at the moment. She was theirs now. He’d been doubtful they could talk her into being with both of them and worried he wouldn’t be able to handle sharing her with his brother, but it felt right.
“What are you grinning like an idiot for?” Laredo asked, his own face split wide as well.
“Same reason you are, brother. She’s ours.”
“Yeah, but once she has time to think about it later, she’s going to second-guess herself. That’s what women do. We’re going to have to make sure she doesn’t have time to think too much.” Laredo pulled on his jeans.
Laramie frowned. He hadn’t thought about it, but Laredo was right. Women brooded and overanalyzed everything until they’d talked themselves out of whatever they’d decided to begin with. He wasn’t going to let her do that with their relationship. She was theirs, and he planned to keep her.
“I’m going to call Doc this morning, too. We need to know how to help her deal with the PTSD issue.” Laredo slipped his feet into his boots. “You do realize she may never be able to actually ride a horse, Laramie. We may have to live with that.”
He nodded slowly. The thought had crossed his mind. And while he’d love to share the beauty of their ranch with her on the back of a horse, he could work around that if they had to. He didn’t want her to have to go through the pain it caused her again. A little of his sanity bled away when she lost it like she did.
“Be sure and see about her during the day. I’ll check on her when I can, but I’ve got to check on the mares this morning and a trail ride this afternoon,” he said.
Laredo nodded. “Go on and get started. I’ll make sure she gets downstairs okay.”
Laramie gave the bathroom door a quick glance. He wanted to kiss her good-bye before leaving, but knew she wasn’t going to be out for a little while and didn’t think walking in on her this new into their relationship was a good idea. He’d make up for it when he came back for lunch. With that thought, he finished buttoning up his shirt and strode out the door in an especially good mood for a change.
* * * *
Billy wiped her hands on a towel and sighed. Lunch was ready once everyone arrived. The morning seemed to have flown by as she hurried to prepare breakfast then after cleaning up immediately started on lunch. It didn’t help that Laredo had stopped by to visit with her b
etween breakfast and lunch prep. He’d kept her hopping with more information on planning for the two meals to be served at their family’s old covered picnic area and constantly touching her and nuzzling her neck when he could get close to her.
She smiled. She liked the attention, but she need to think, and she couldn’t do that with him hovering over her like he’d been. When she was working, she couldn’t think about anything other than what she was doing. The preparation of food required all of her attention so that she didn’t make a mistake or get hurt in the process.
She hadn’t had a lot of alone time to figure out how to go about finding a therapist close by. She had no idea where she’d have to go to see one and how she was supposed to do that and work at the same time.
Billy sighed. She was already throwing obstacles in the way of conquering her fear. Unacceptable. She wasn’t going to back out of this. She wanted to be whole and be able to do everything with the guys. If she wasn’t able to ride, she’d miss out on a lot with them.
“Something smells delicious. I can’t wait for time to eat.” Laramie walked into the kitchen from the dining room entrance.
“I hope you cleaned your boots this time. I can’t have mud and other stuff in my kitchen,” she fussed with a small smile.
“I cleaned them. I’m not eager to hear you fuss at me like that again,” Laramie admitted with a grin.
“Good. Now go away while I set things up for the waitstaff,” she said, making a shooing motion with her hands.
“Looks like everything is ready to me. Where’s my kiss? I didn’t get one this morning before I had to go,” he said, both arms held out for her.
She gawked at him. “Shh, Laramie. Someone will hear you.”
Billy cringed when at that instant the other door into the kitchen opened and two waitresses walked in talking to each other. She gave Laramie a pointed look.
He frowned but lowered his arms and didn’t say anything. Instead he greeted the two women and walked across the room to the other door.
“I’m going to see what Laredo is doing. I’ll see you at lunch, Billy Jean.”
It was a threat if she’d ever heard one. He wasn’t happy. It had to have been something she’d said, but with the two women arriving when they had, she couldn’t very well hash it out with them then. They couldn’t let anyone know that she was seeing them. Hell, she wasn’t sure what she was doing with them, but the fact remained that they had to keep it quiet. It wasn’t kosher for an employee to be dating her boss. She moaned, feeling even more uneasy.
Bosses.
The two women gathered up the dishes and began carrying them out as the guests started to arrive in the dining room. She could hear their jumbled conversations each time the dining room door opened and closed behind one of the waitresses. They sounded excited and happy with their stay so far. She hoped to keep them that way with her meals.
“We’re ready for the rest,” one of the women said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“Let’s get going then.” Billy Jean helped them serve the meal and fielded questions about her receipts with the guests. She enjoyed talking with them, and they were genuinely interested in how she prepared everything.
Nearly two hours later, everything had been cleaned up and the last guest had wandered away to get ready for their next session. Laramie had returned to the kitchen on several occasions during and after the meal, but someone was always around when he did. She could sense his frustration and wondered about it. What had him so upset?
Now he was gone on a trail ride that would last the rest of the afternoon. She wouldn’t see him again until dinner. Billy Jean wiped down the counter one last time, and after making sure everything looked fine, she walked out of the room and headed to her apartment. She needed a short nap. For some reason, she was exhausted.
The events of the night before and early that morning slammed into her and heat burned her cheeks as she made her way up the stairs. Yeah, that would account for her being tired. She shook her head and reached for the doorknob to open the door to her apartment. The door down the hall opened and Shelby stepped out of her apartment. The other woman looked up and smiled.
“Hi. Lunch was really good. I’m going to have to go on a diet before long if I keep eating like this,” the other woman told her.
“Nonsense, you’re tiny as it is. I’d kill to be as small as you are,” she said.
Shelby shook her head. “Thanks for saying that, but I can feel the pounds packing on since you took over cooking. Laramie made it easy to say no to seconds and desserts.”
Billy Jean grinned. “Yeah. I heard the wranglers weren’t impressed with his meals. Good thing I showed up or they might have dried up and blown away.”
They both shared a laugh. Shelby’s smile faded. “I better go. I need to get back to work. I had to take a little longer for lunch to make some phone calls.”
“Is everything okay?” Billy asked in concern.
The other woman seemed to force a smile on her face. It didn’t quite reach her eyes, though. “Yes. Everything’s fine. I’ll see you tonight at dinner.”
Billy watched as the other woman hurried down the hall to the stairs and disappeared. She could hear her soft tread as she all but ran down the stairs. The office manager was hiding something. There was definitely something wrong. Maybe Billy could get her to talk about it later. She hated to think that the other woman had a problem and no one to help her. She’d been in that boat already and it wasn’t a good place to be.
Her back gave a twinge, reminding her that she needed to sit down. She opened the door and walked inside with a sigh. As soon as she had her shoes off, Billy strode to the bedroom and stripped out of her chef’s outfit and set her alarm clock to wake her in two hours. Then she climbed onto the bed in just her bra and panties to take a much-needed nap.
She hadn’t even relaxed all the way when there was a knock on her apartment door. She ignored it, praying whoever it was would just go away. When the knock came again, Billy cursed and got up, snagging her robe off the chair and jerked it on as she walked back into the living area. When she jerked open the door, Laredo’s smiling face peered down at her from where he lounged against the door frame. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the robe, and his smile broadened.
“Looks like I interrupted something,” he said.
“You did. I was just about to take a nap. I’m tired.” She wasn’t about to go into why she was tired. It would just bring up something she didn’t want to discuss right then.
“Hmm. I bet you are. I’ll take one with you. I’m tired, too.” He stepped inside, heading right for the bedroom.
Billy Jean frowned and closed the door. Following him into her bedroom, she gawked as he removed his shirt then toed off his boots and reached for his belt buckle.
“What are you doing?” she said with a gulp. The man was built like a Greek god.
“Getting comfortable. You did.” He nodded at her robe, which she had pulled tightly around her body.
“But this is my apartment. You have your own place,” she said, sounding a lot like a petulant child.
“I’d waste a lot of time driving to my place. I’d rather nap with you and have more time to rest.” He winked at her.
That got her blood pressure rising in a hurry. “I didn’t invite you to share my nap, Laredo. I need to rest, not fool around.”
He grinned at her. “I wasn’t planning on fooling around, but if you’re interested, I’d be more than happy to change my plans.” He actually wiggled his eyebrows.
Where was the no-nonsense man she’d first met? He’d appeared unflappable and almost terse in his dealings with her to begin with. Had it all been an act to get her in bed with him—them? She almost groaned. How could she keep forgetting that there were two of them? They sure hadn’t let her forget it when they told her of their plans to go after her.
“No! I’m not inviting you for that either. Like I said, I need some rest. I can’t rest
with you here,” she said.
At his chuckle, Billy gave an inward groan. I walked right into that one. He’s never going to leave me alone now.
Instead of pursuing the shoe in she’d given him, Laredo walked over to her and clasped her upper arms lightly.
“I promise that I won’t bother you. We’ll both catch a quick nap and that’s all.” He smiled. “Unless you change your mind, that is.”
She shook her head and stepped out of his hold. “Just get on the bed and keep your hands to yourself, Laredo.”
To her surprise, he removed his belt, and unfastened the top button of his jeans, but didn’t take his jeans off. Instead, he stretched out on top of the covers and laced his hands behind his head.
“Come on, darling. You need that nap. You’re a tad bit snappy.”
Billy closed her eyes and counted to ten before she removed her robe and curled on her side on the edge of the bed. To her surprise, he didn’t move closer or reach out to touch her. She was almost disappointed, but the busy morning and lack of sleep caught up to her. The last thought she had was to wonder if Laramie would be upset that he hadn’t been there.
Chapter Fourteen
The alarm sounding jerked Billy Jean awake, but she was disoriented. Nothing looked familiar at first and she was wrapped up in the covers. Then she remembered where she was and realized that it wasn’t the covers she was wrapped up in but Laredo’s arms. Sometime during their nap, he’d curled around her until she couldn’t move to shut off the alarm. The feeling of being enveloped in his embrace was comforting, but she needed to move. Just as she started to wake him, he stirred.
“What is that infernal screeching?” he asked in a husky voice.
“My alarm. I need to shut it off,” she said.
He rolled over her and hit the button on it himself. “There. Just be still for a few more minutes. You feel too good wrapped in my arms to let go of you right now.”
