“So what made you leave Wyoming?” Dyson asked. Carla guessed they had been talking about her.
“It’s complicated,” she said, fidgeting with her hands. She wasn’t expecting all the questions and felt a little interrogated.
“So have you guys lived here all your lives?” She tried changing the subject as she was also attempting not to look at Dyson’s gorgeous eyes, which were boring into her as she spoke.
“Yep. What about you? Born and raised in Wyoming or were you just passing through there, too?” It wasn’t just Dyson’s eyes which bore into her—she felt his words cut into her like a knife. He sounded a little annoyed with her, almost as if he was speaking through gritted teeth. She gaped up at him in shock. His emerald eyes were staring into hers and she felt a pang of something inexplicable in her gut.
“I’m from there,” she said slowly and quietly. For some reason she felt like she was about to burst into tears, as she felt her face go red hot. She quickly turned away from him and stared out of the windshield instead.
“Not the nicest of places to stay in, darlin’,” Matt said cheerfully. “I reckon if you do decide to stick around a while you might do well to find someplace in Pelican’s Heath. There’s plenty folks who’d be glad to let out a room if that’s all you need.”
Blinking quickly to keep the tears at bay, she glanced over at Matt. His elbow was out the window as he drove, his eyes darting all over the road, then they found hers. She saw his startled expression when he looked at her and his lips tightened slightly.
“You all right, darlin’? I didn’t mean to offend you or anything.” His voice was soft and his hand came over hers. It felt warm and soothing. Somehow she felt safe in his hand. He’d shifted slightly in his seat and was turned more toward her now.
Carla liked the feel of his body so close to hers but felt embarrassed that he had seen how upset she was. She quickly forced a smile and sniffed away her tears. “I’m fine,” she assured him.
“What’s up?” Dyson’s voice came from her other side. It was kinder, gentler now and she had the urge to curl up into his arms and cry her heart out and tell them everything. Not happening!
“Nothing. Honest, I’m fine.” She straightened up, frowning at them. “Why would anything be wrong?” She tried to sound blasé but wasn’t sure whether she managed to pull it off.
Matt took his hand from hers and placed it back on the steering wheel with the other one, and she couldn’t help feeling slightly bereft. “You would tell us if we upset you, wouldn’t you, darlin’? We’re just men, you know. We’re not too good at tact and diplomacy. If we say something wrong you need to let us know, okay?” Matt smiled over at her and she couldn’t help feeling a little better.
She looked up at Dyson, who didn’t look quite as happy. Dyson’s eyes had narrowed slightly and she was concerned that he didn’t quite believe her. She bit her lip and stared out of the front windshield again, trying not to catch their gaze.
Matt pointed out a ranch on their way out toward the mountains. “I don’t envy them having to climb up there,” he remarked, pointing to a field which was on a rather steep hill.
“I reckon those cattle must have two legs longer than the others to keep them upright,” Dyson replied with a smile.
The men chuckled and talked about horses and ranching, but Carla’s mind was far away. She’d started out feeling happy and excited about spending the evening with these two hunks but now she was afraid they were going to quiz her all night. Her only hope was that they would be too busy dancing to try to start any awkward conversations.
Hal’s turned out to be a really large place hidden out on a dirt track with the mountains in the background. It was a beautiful area, and, although the venue was tucked away, everyone seemed to know about it. There were people everywhere, spilling out onto the grass. Country music blared from inside the building as they climbed out of the truck.
“Hey, Dyson, how’s it going? Any news on my tractor yet?” An old man approached them as they walked toward the door.
“Hi, Nathan. It’s turning out to be a bigger job than I first thought but I’m working on it!” Dyson assured him.
“Come on, I’m ready for a cold beer,” Matt said with a grin.
He wrapped his warm hand round hers and pulled her through the crowd. Everyone seemed to know the guys and they were greeted and patted on the shoulder the whole way to the bar.
The atmosphere was friendly and Carla soon found herself relaxing as she listened to the music and the people chatting around her. She had a cold cider and felt the relief as it bit her throat on the way down to her stomach. She hadn’t realized how tense she had become, and felt much better after a while.
“Let’s find a table,” Dyson suggested when he finally caught up with them. He had been stopped by several people on his way in. Carla didn’t know why, but they all had questions and things they needed to tell him. He sure seemed popular.
She followed him to a corner table and sat down on a rickety wooden chair. Looking around, she noticed that the place was a renovated barn, and still had rafters visible in the roof. Tall wooden pillars were dotted around the room, presumably holding the building up, and there were small, round tables with mismatched chairs everywhere. A large stage faced them and a band was playing—four guys in jeans and blue shirts. From what Carla could see of them, they looked like handsome boys.
“Come and dance with me,” Matt urged, standing up and putting his hand out for hers.
Carla smiled. It was a couples’ dance and she knew the song. She quickly stood, and Matt placed his muscular arm around her shoulders as he led her to a large dance floor which stood to one side of the stage. His body was hot against hers as he held her in waltz grip. He was really light on his feet and led her gracefully around the room. She was vaguely aware of people nodding and smiling at them, and every now and then someone would speak briefly to Matt as they danced. The music washed over her like a gentle wave and she could feel, smell and almost taste Matt Shearer as they glided over the floor.
She was disappointed when the song ended and the bass-guitarist spoke over the mic. Matt didn’t loosen his hold, however, and she was glad of it. Carla was in no hurry to move from his arms, and smiled happily when the band started up again and he led her in a different dance, but still in the same grip.
“This is lovely,” she murmured into his chest. She felt his chuckle resonate through his warm body.
“So are you,” he whispered into her ear without missing a beat.
Carla felt herself blush and she buried her face in his shoulder. He chuckled again.
“Glad you’re having fun.” His voice was low and quiet.
“Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she said, suddenly gaining the courage to look up at him. She felt a lurch in her stomach as his beautiful face shone down at hers and he leaned down slightly and kissed her very gently on the lips. His mouth was warm and moist, and his kiss was soft but confident. Without thinking her mouth opened and she nibbled at his bottom lip. He reciprocated and their passion rose as they wrapped their arms tightly around each other and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, devouring her with a rapture she had never felt before in her life. Her head was in a whirl and a fire burned hot inside her. His breath was warm and his body was hot as he surrounded her in his heat, his scent and his ardor.
Carla felt a gush in her pussy and she held onto him even tighter. She breathed him in like he was her last whiff of oxygen and she felt herself melt into his embrace. A slow, romantic song was being sung somewhere in the background, drowning out the voice of reason in her head.
Gradually the song came to an end, and so did their moment of magic. Matt gently loosened his grip and she felt her breathing slow a little as she opened her eyes and returned to the place where they had started.
Chapter Seven
The music livened
up a lot after that and Carla found herself dancing in the line with Matt and Dyson either side of her and a whole host of their friends and neighbors laughing and joking with them as they sang along to the band.
“I didn’t know they danced like this in Wyoming,” Matt teased as the Barnaby Brothers broke into their version of Alan Jackson’s Good Time.
“You’d be amazed at what we do in Wyoming.” Carla winked at him salaciously and was rewarded with a massive grin. She suddenly felt a lot more confident since her ‘moment’ with him, and was acutely aware of his presence, especially when he brushed past her during the dance moves.
“Is that a fact?” Dyson’s eyes twinkled and he raised one eyebrow in that sexy way his brother had before. Carla really liked Dyson too. He hadn’t asked any more awkward questions since their arrival and seemed to be going out of his way to be nice to her.
As she gazed from one hunk to the next, she realized she wasn’t sure which one she liked best. A horrid feeling thudded in her gut when she thought about having to choose between them. They were both devastatingly handsome, and she loved the feel of them close to her.
Matt was a little more happy-go-lucky but then she remembered how angry he had seemed in the shop yesterday when he’d seen her being kissed by Aiden Fielding. It would appear he was fiery and passionate, especially if their earlier ‘moment’ was anything to go by! He was also a little more rugged. Although she knew they both lived on a ranch, Matt seemed a little more outdoorsy than his brother. The stubble on his chin also added to his roguish charm.
Dyson seemed a little more serious—and asked more questions. Carla felt a little unnerved by it, but then, she reasoned, he was probably being attentive and interested in her, which should be a good thing, right? He was clean-shaven and a little tidier in his appearance than Matt. Dyson was also very suave, and had a great way of dealing with people, which was good because everyone seemed to have something they needed to discuss with him.
Both brothers were amazingly popular, and attracted a lot of interest from the girls. Carla felt really flattered that they were both with her. She realized that she would never be able to choose just one of them, which was probably just as well, as she couldn’t afford to get too attached to anyone right now. It was great that she had some fantastic friends, guys that didn’t mind taking her out together—it might have been a little intense with just one of them. Neither seemed fazed that the other flirted with her, either, so they obviously both understood that this was just a bit of harmless fun. And that was the way it would stay, right?
“I’m starving,” Matt announced as they finished the dance. “Let’s get something to eat.”
Carla noticed then that she was actually ravenous. She followed Matt over to the carvery, where they chose a selection of roast meats and vegetables. The smell alone was enough to tempt a saint, and the food tasted delicious.
“I’ll bet this is nicer than what you had last night, ain’t it, baby?” Dyson asked easily as they ate.
Carla smiled, wondering if they weren’t just a little jealous that she had gone out with Aiden last night. “We had steak,” she replied.
“Did you have dessert?” Matt asked, his eyes narrowing a little.
Carla couldn’t help smiling when she remembered the fun they had enjoyed with their pudding, but still wondered if it would have been even better with either of these guys. “We had a sharing sundae thingy,” she told them.
Matt’s lips tightened into a straight line. “Did you now?”
Carla gulped, realizing that he really wasn’t happy at the thought.
“Well now, I reckon it’s one thing to share something between two people, but with three you get a whole lot more fun. Don’t you think, bro?” Dyson’s eyes were practically on fire as he turned to his twin. A salacious grin filled his face which made Carla feel a rush of excitement, though she didn’t really know why.
Matt’s eyes lit up and he gave a shit-eating grin back to his brother. “Oh yeah. Three just takes things to a much higher level, I always think,”
Carla couldn’t understand why their remarks made her pussy gush and her whole body feel hot and edgy, but they did. She had always enjoyed her food, but had never actually felt this aroused about it before!
“So what exactly was in this sharing sweet you enjoyed so much, Carla?” Dyson asked as he picked up the dessert menu.
She looked from one conspiratorial grin to the other and shook her head. “Well, we had chocolate…”
“We can do chocolate,” Dyson said quickly.
Carla smiled. “And ice cream,” she went on.
“Oh we can do ice cream,” Matt told her in no uncertain words.
She frowned at his determined expression, but continued. “Let’s see, pastry, cake and—ooh lashings of whipped cream,” she said remembering the heavenly taste.
“Cream? You like cream? We can do cream by the bucket-load baby,” Dyson said as he stood up. “You just leave it to me!”
Carla gasped as he strode purposefully toward a door marked ‘Staff’. “What’s he doing?” She was horrified as she turned to his brother.
“Ordering dessert,” he replied, casually taking a sip of his wine. “You did want dessert tonight, didn’t you?”
“Well…yes…I mean…yes please.” A funny fluttering feeling invaded her stomach and she was trembling with anticipation. I’ve never got this wound-up over a dang dessert before!
“Well that’s a good job.” Matt topped up her glass with a smirk that made her feel excited and worried all at the same time.
“It’ll be here in a minute.” Dyson returned to the table with a massive smirk. “Hope you’re hungry, baby.”
“Do they have ‘Decadent Delights’ here as well, then?” Carla frowned as the waitress removed their dishes.
Dyson snickered. “They do better than that, baby. Say hello to a ‘Sensational Shearer Sundae”.
A second later her heart leaped as the kitchen door opened a man in a head chef’s uniform appeared carrying a large silver platter on which stood an enormous glass dish that was crammed full of something chocolatey and creamy and goodness knows what else. Not only did it have whole bars of flakey chocolate poking out the top, but there were also lit sparklers fizzing and twinkling away as he walked over to their table. Her mouth must have gaped open, judging by the ache in her jaw as he ceremoniously placed the huge salver in front of her. Everyone in the bar watched, clapping and cheering while Carla gaped, speechless at the proceedings.
“Enjoy!” the chef urged, placing three shiny silver spoons on the table.
Carla was vaguely aware of the guys thanking him as he left them, but she was still gazing ecstatically at the sweet, as the sparklers slowly burned down. The guys carefully pulled their chairs a little closer to hers.
“Is this what your dessert was like?” Matt asked her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
She shook her head, stunned. As the guys leaned over and started to pull the spent sparklers from the enormous mound of whipped cream, she took a second to recover herself.
“You’d best get started before Matt gets a chance to eat the lot,” Dyson told her, handing her a spoon. They all delved in at once.
“It’s delicious!” She moaned as she finished a spoonful of chocolate mousse, cream and sauce, all of which melted on her tongue, sending her taste buds into a tantalized frenzy.
“Here.” Matt leaned down and wiped some cream from the corner of Carla’s mouth with his finger. He then held the finger to her lips and she automatically sucked it in. The taste of Matt and cream was even more heavenly than the desert. She closed her eyes as his thick finger stroked her tongue and she swirled around it, sucking slightly, eliciting every drop of goodness from it. The sound of her own moan brought her back to earth and she suddenly remembered where she was. This time, though, instead of biting the finger in her
mouth, she couldn’t resist giving it one more kiss before slowly pulling her head away.
Matt’s eyes seemed glazed over as he smiled seductively at her, and she blushed. Neither spoke as they resumed their sweet, and Carla’s heart was just getting back to a steady rhythm when Dyson whispered in her ear, “Do you like chocolate?”
“Yeah.” She didn’t hesitate. Chocolate was her favorite thing in the whole world—well, it had been until she met these guys!
“Here you go.” He handed her a ‘flake’ and she had already started eating it before she caught on to the irony of the long, hard stick of milky chocolate poking between her moist lips.
She sucked it in her mouth until the end dropped onto her tongue, where she relished the rich flavor and smooth texture while the guys gazed at her in awe. Carla couldn’t help chuckling as both guys shuffled a little uncomfortably in their chairs while she teased and tantalized them with every mouthful.
Their spoons wrestled playfully with each other as they enjoyed the scrumptious dessert. Carla watched Dyson stab a small profiterole and was just going to offer to help him cut it up when he lifted it to his mouth and she watched as his tongue dipped provocatively into the slit before he withdrew it slowly, covered in fresh whipped cream. Their eyes locked as he sensuously took his tongue back into his mouth, and she saw his jaw tighten slightly as he sucked the delicious dessert from his tongue.
Carla let out a tiny whimper and quickly squeezed her thighs together as another gush of hot liquid escaped her aching pussy. She now recognized the torture which she had subjected the guys to, and she blushed heavily, forcing herself to scrape her eyes away from Dyson’s. Again she found herself trembling with inexplicable excitement as her breathing became more rapid. She closed her mouth, staring at the white tablecloth to try to regain her composure. Before she was able to, however, she heard a whisper in her ear and felt the hot breath of a gorgeous cowboy.
“Have you had enough yet?”
Her eyes shot up to Matt’s as her heart raced the four-minute mile and her skin flushed red hot again.
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