Double Her Pleasure

by Randi Alexander

  When they pulled up to the three-car garage attached to the house, Megan spotted the four-wheeler parked outside the mudroom. Garret was still in the house.

  Trey parked the truck on the driveway and got out to open her door. “I need to drop off the grain.” He helped her out of the truck. “I’ll be back in an hour and we can have dinner before we take a ride.”

  “Okay.” She went up on tiptoes and kissed him. “I’ll go change into my cowgirl gear.”

  He smacked her butt and tugged her close. “You’re gonna look irresistible.” He ran his hands up her back.

  At least he wasn’t fire poker angry any longer. “I can’t wait.” She’d talk to Garret, get him to hide, then she’d go for a trail ride with Trey and they’d even the score by having some sex themselves.

  Trey released her, grabbed her shopping bags from the backseat, and gestured toward the house.

  She reached out and took the bags from him. “You don’t have to carry these for me, cowboy.” With a wink, she turned and did her best sashay toward the house.

  He whistled, low and slow. “Cowgirl, you sorely tempt a man.”

  She laughed as she opened the kitchen door and stepped inside. The cool air hit her first, then the scent of the spicy sauce bubbling on the stove warmed her heart like coming home.

  “Hello!” Inez turned from the counter, a knife in one hand, a green pepper in the other. “You sound like you had a good time in town.”

  She set her bags on the table and walked to where Inez had mounds of chopped vegetables on a huge cutting board. Megan stole a piece of carrot. “We did. It’s a cute little town. But aren’t you supposed to be off work today?” She smiled at the woman.

  “I wanted to see my Garret.” She shrugged. “And while I was here, I decided to make something for dinner.” Inez pointed out the window with the knife. “Trey is going down to the barns?”

  “Yes.” She watched his truck head toward the bridge that crossed the river. “He has grain bags to drop off.”

  “Ah, good. He can let Garret do it. The boy hasn’t worked a forklift in years.”

  “Garret?” Megan glanced toward the ceiling. The four-wheeler was still outside. She straightened. “He’s here in the house, right?”

  Inez’s brows lifted. “No. He went to the barns a half hour ago, after I fed him breakfast.”

  Megan’s heart started thumping. She had to get down there before...

  Chapter Seven

  “You okay, Miss Megan?” Inez set down her knife and reached toward her. “The Texas heat can—”

  “No, I’m fine.” Megan backed toward the door. “I just forgot to tell Trey something.” If those two got together before she could get between them, there’d be bloodshed.

  “Okay. Put on that hat. Oh, those flowers on the table are for you...”

  Megan was out the door and heading toward the ATV as Inez’s words registered. Flowers? She stopped but shook her head. “Couldn’t be.” Whenever she saw a vase of flowers, she thought of her stalker, but he was two thousand miles away.

  Recalling Garret’s instruction, she got the machine going and steered it down the trail toward the bridge over the river. Racing along, she kept a lookout for her men. When she crossed the bridge, she spotted the distinctive grill on the front of Trey’s truck sticking out of one of the barns. She raced toward it and slid to a stop as a cloud of dust swirled around her.

  Running into the barn, she waited a few seconds for her night vision to come back. “Trey?”

  “Ma’am.” A male voice came from her right. “He’s out back of the third barn.”

  “Thanks.” Which one was the third one? “Um...”

  “Just out this door and to your left. Last one before the Quonset hut.”

  “Okay, thank you.” What in the heck was a Quonset hut? She jogged along the worn path until she heard voices. Loud voices. Three ranch hands stood staring toward the back side of the barn where the voices came from.

  She walked around them.

  “Ma’am.” One of the cowboys took off his hat. “You may not want to go on back there.”

  She heard Garret say her name. Could she order the three eavesdroppers back to work so they wouldn’t hear any more than they already did?

  Damn those McGatlin boys. Shouting about things that should only be spoken in private. She stomped along the wall and rounded the corner to see them squared off, all four fists clenched at their sides.

  “Hey.” She said it quietly since the shouting had ceased. Probably because the fighting was about to commence.

  They turned to look at her.

  She hitched a thumb over her shoulder. “You have an audience, you know.” She snapped out the warning.

  Trey stormed toward the corner of the barn. “You boys need more to do today?” He practically yelled it.

  “No, boss.”

  “Sorry, boss.”

  The scurry of boots followed.

  “Why’d you tell him?” Garret’s brows lowered over his beautiful blue eyes.

  “Great. So now this is my fault.” She took a step toward him.

  ****

  Trey loved it when Megan got feisty. He took her arm to stop her then stepped in front of her, facing his brother. “She didn’t. You let it slip. Last night.” What had his brother said? Something about a craving to taste her since she’d come for him by the river.

  “Bullshit.” Garret threw a pointed finger at Trey and advanced on him. “You’re making shit up because you...” He stopped suddenly and a look of comprehension softened his features. “Yeah, goddamn. I guess I did.” He stuffed his hands in his back pockets. “Sorry, baby.”

  Megan tugged at Trey’s arm. “He was going to tell you this morning.” She looked at his brother. “Garret, I told him I instigated it.”

  “You don’t have to cover for me, Megan.” Garret stood tall. “I was wrong to keep it from him. Should have told him right away.”

  Fury burned through Trey and he took a step forward. “No. You were wrong to storm out of the kitchen before we finished the conversation yesterday.” He took another step and clenched his fist. “You were wrong to take advantage of Megan’s willingness to—”

  “Hold on.” She grabbed his arm again. “No one took advantage. It just...escalated.” Her voice dropped. “Beyond where I thought I could stop.”

  Trey didn’t blame Megan. He didn’t blame Garret, either. Shit, Trey planned to take a long horseback ride with her today and sex the hell out of her. It was just that Garret refused to discuss one-on-ones, then went ahead and did it anyway. That’s what chapped his hide.

  “You’ve gone and done it now, big brother.” Garret’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. “You’ve made her feel bad about something that you wanted in the goddamn first place.”

  “It wouldn’t have happened at all if you’d stuck to the fucking rules that you set.” He shouted the last words. Frustration and guilt bubbled together inside him, and he needed release.

  He pointed that damn finger at Trey again. “You started all this.”

  Trey pulled off his hat and sent it sailing a few yards away. “Then I’ll finish it.” He lifted his fists.

  Garret threw his hat too, and cracked his knuckles. “You got it.”

  His brother had to be feeling the same need for release, the same dark thrill that Trey felt. It’d been too long since they’d pummeled each other. It always ended in a draw, and afterward, they headed to the beer tapper in the garage where they talked about the fight until everything was even again.

  They’d never fought in front of anyone, though. Especially not a lady. He turned his head to see her expression.

  She stood, her arms folded under her breasts, her head tipped, a frown curving her lips.

  Trey dropped his fists. “You’re not going to stop us?” He thought she’d be flinging herself between them.

  “No, I’m not.” She gestured with one hand. “Do what you have to do.”

  Gar
ret laughed. “Oh, yeah? You wanna see us fight?”

  She huffed out a breath. “No, I do not want to see you fight. Although, I’m angry enough at each of you to think you deserve a little bruising.” She dropped her arms. “You’ve each got a burr under your saddle, so you may as well duke it out and get it over and done with.”

  Trey looked at his brother.

  Garret looked back at him. “What the hell do you make of that?”

  Trey lost his anger as well as his interest in taking out his frustration on his brother. He took a step toward her. “Sweetheart, you’re sounding a heck of a lot like a true Texas woman right now.”

  Garret’s grin flashed. “Sure is.” He walked closer. “Let’s take her back to the house and give her a real Texas ‘howdy, ma’am’.”

  She backed up, looking between the two of them, then her smile broke out. “I don’t think so. Remember, I’m mad at you two.”

  “We’ll make it up to you.” Trey winked and reached for her.

  Turning, Megan ran a few steps before Garret grabbed her around the waist.

  “Forgive us?” His brother nibbled on her neck.

  Trey glanced around, making sure no one was near. He walked in front of her and took her chin in his hand, tipping her face up.

  Her eyes were dark, her breath fast, and her nipples pointed hard through her shirt.

  His cock responded with a rush of blood. “Yeah, this’ll be our first make-up sex.” He kissed her, fast and wild. “We’re all gonna get ourselves forgiven real good.”

  Megan laughed. “I don’t even know what that means, but it sounds pretty hot, cowboy.”

  Garret groaned. “He means the sex is going to be crazy. So crazy wild, it’ll have you begging us to do stupid shit more often, just so we can have more make-up sex.”

  “I want that.” She pushed at Trey’s chest and he stepped back. When she unwound Garret’s arms from around her, he moved away a few inches, too. She looked at them both. “But first, we need to sit and talk for an hour or so. Go over everything that’s happened until we understand each other’s thoughts on this.” She took a few steps back.

  Trey’s erection said different, but he didn’t want to be a caveman and tell her all that talking wasn’t going to happen. He sure didn’t have to like it, though.

  She kept walking backward, giving them a sad face.

  “You for real?” Garret cut right to the point. “We gotta talk?”

  With a grin, she said, “Not if you can catch me before I get to the house.” She spun and ran, laughing like a kid.

  Trey looked at his brother whose surprised expression had to mirror his own. They broke out laughing.

  Trey scratched his jaw. “Looks like we gotta catch our woman.”

  Garret jogged over, picked up their hats, and tossed Trey’s at him. “On foot or in your truck?”

  The sound of the four-wheeler starting and driving off reached them.

  “Truck.” Trey sprinted to the second barn with Garret hard on his heels. Within seconds, they were racing after her. When they crossed the bridge, he took the truck off-road, passed her, then skidded to a halt in front of the mudroom door.

  She shut off the motor and swung her leg over as Trey and Garret jumped out of the truck and ran toward her.

  Shrieking with laughter, Megan made a try for the house, but Trey got to her and tossed her over his shoulder. His damn caveman urge came back with a vengeance. Her weight testing his muscles, her scent in his nose, her soft flesh pressing into his shoulder. She was his, his and Garret’s. His cock jumped with the blood rushing to it.

  “Trey.” She caught her breath. “Inez...”

  He glanced at the driveway. “Her car’s gone.”

  Garret led the way to the house and opened the door.

  Trey carried her through the kitchen, past the table with her shopping bags and a vase of flowers, then up the stairs. Through her pants, her thigh heated the palm of his hand.

  Walking up the steps behind them, Garret asked, “Have we got that stupid talking idea out of your head, Megan?” He chuckled. “Or do we need to do some more convincin’?”

  “You know how stubborn I am. You’ll never convince me.” She giggled. “Not in a million—”

  Trey swatted her ass. “How’s that for a start, woman?” Trey hoped she’d need a little more persuasion. When she wiggled, he smacked her firm butt again. “This is going to be fun.” He walked into his bedroom and tossed Megan on the bed.

  Standing over her, he set his fists on his hips. “We’re gonna show you just how convincing your men can be.”

  She bit her lip and gave him a wicked smile. “Mmm, yes. Show me.” She touched the point of her nipple through her shirt.

  “Hold on, baby. It’s gonna get wild.” Garret closed the doors. And locked them.

  ****

  An hour later, Garret opened his eyes. He’d had the most intense orgasms of his life after he and Trey took turns spanking a very receptive Megan and “fucking some sense into her,” as his brother had joked.

  She’d had four screaming climaxes. Then, just to please her, they’d spent a few minutes talking, and now she stood in the shower, rinsing off with Trey.

  Garret yawned and the scent of whatever Inez had cooking in the oven snuck into his nostrils. His stomach rolled like thunder. Jumping up, he tugged on his jeans and bolted down the stairs. Goddamn, he couldn’t get enough of home cooking.

  As he pulled the dish of her special enchiladas out of the oven, he sent Inez a mental hug. His favorite. He dished up a pile and stood looking out over the land, blowing on the chow to cool it down.

  He missed the ranch. He missed Inez. Yeah, his brother too, if he had to admit it. But holy shit, he’d miss Megan more than anything if he took the movie he’d been offered. Filming in New Zealand, he wouldn’t get home until the shoot finished. It was the chance of a lifetime for him, playing a detective instead of his usual gun-slinging, car-smashing, fist-fighting alpha man.

  Megan’s laughter trickled down the stairs followed by Trey’s, then their footsteps as they got closer. If he could, he’d bring her with him to the location.

  That wasn’t an option.

  During their talk, they’d discussed the new arrangement. Megan could be with each of them separately. When she and Trey had first mentioned it, the whole deal hadn’t made sense to him. After last night on the ATV, things became clearer. Now, with everyone in agreement, he couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

  But it was Trey’s turn.

  Trey walked into the kitchen. “You alone in here?”

  “Yep.” He said it around a mouthful of the tastiest food he’d had in months, with the exception of yesterday’s meal.

  Megan peeked into the kitchen then walked in wearing only her underwear and bra. “I left my bags down here.” She plucked them off the kitchen table and leaned toward the vase of red and white roses in the center of it. The way her ass curved in those slinky panties, made his mouth water and his shaft lunge toward her.

  “I’ll be right down. And thanks for the flowers.” She hauled her bags out of the room and up the stairs.

  Trey’s brow wrinkled as he looked at the vase.

  The forkful of food Garret had been about to put into his mouth dropped back onto his plate. “You bring her flowers?”

  “No.” Trey glanced at him. “You didn’t either, huh?”

  He shook his head and set down his plate. Searching through the greenery, he didn’t find a card.

  Trey went to the trashcan and pulled out a box, cellophane, and a ribbon. “Fuck.”

  His gut dropped. “Who the hell...”

  Megan’s booted footsteps sounded on the steps.

  Trey stuffed the trash back into the can. “Let’s not get her worried if it’s nothing.”

  “Yeah. You two go on your ride. I’ll tell security to be on high alert, just in case. I’ll question Inez and the security guard in the receiving shack.” The building stood by the
main road, and nobody and nothing got by it without approval.

  “Check the video of today’s deliveries. It should show who brought them.” Trey looked like he wanted to take charge of the investigation.

  “I got this, brother.” He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Take your sat phone so I can let you know what I find out.” The satellite phone was the only way to reach someone once they left the area right around the ranch buildings.

  “If he found her because of that tabloid in Chicago...” Trey rubbed his temple.

  “Let’s not jump, brother.”

  Chapter Eight

  Megan entered the room, her boots clomping on the tile floor. “What are you two so deep in conversation about?” She set her new red hat on the bench by the door and hiked up her new work jeans. She’d thrown a red plaid long-sleeved shirt over her tank top.

  Garret forced a grin. “Plannin’ what we’re gonna do to you tonight. All night.”

  She laughed and stepped in between them. “Keep it a secret. I want to be surprised.”

  Trey met his gaze above her head.

  Garret nodded. The second they were out the door, he’d be on it. As he got plates for Megan to fill for herself and Trey, Garret thought back to the decision he’d been trying to make before they came downstairs. Hell, he didn’t have to go to New Zealand to play a detective. He’d be doing it live, right here on the Silver Spur.

  Dinner almost had Garret forgetting about the weird flowers, with Megan asking questions about the ranch and horseback riding. When she and Trey left, a backpack of water bottles and snacks over his brother’s shoulder, Garret waited until the ATV carried them over the bridge toward the horse barn before digging in the trash.

  The box didn’t have a florist’s name on it, but there was a card that had the names “Megan” and “Silver Spur” scribbled on it. Strange.

  Grabbing his hat and keys, he opened the door from the kitchen into the garage. The light snapped on. He smiled. His dark blue convertible sat at the end, past Trey’s new pickup.

  Hell, this wasn’t a joy ride. He leaned back into the kitchen and hung his keys on their assigned hook, then pressed the button to open the garage door. He’d take Trey’s new truck for a test-drive and save the sleek sports car for a night out with Megan.