by J. L. Beck
Roping Their Virgin
Book One of the Trio of Lovers Trilogy
A MFM Ménage Romance
J.L. Beck and Syndi Burns
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Chapter One
Maddie
I run toward the redwood barn, heart pounding, palms sweating, and my mind racing with thoughts of forever. Which is ridiculous, since I’m going for broke and putting my heart at risk when I’m unsure if the twins will want me like they once did.
Four years have passed since I’ve seen Cole and Warren Pierce here at my family’s Brown Valley ranch, the California skies blue and dotted with puffy, white clouds. I can remember the fall day my mother sent me away feeling much like today.
I don’t know if I’ll still find the guys working as ranch hands, and I don’t dare ask my parents if they’d fired and disowned the twins after Dad caught the three of us waist deep in the river with nothing on but our underwear. Good thing Dad didn’t spot Warren bloodied after I’d found the two brothers brawling over me, fighting over our forever.
Momma never would’ve approved, especially with them being my so-called stepbrothers.
The dirt kicks up behind me as I slow down, spotting Cole just inside the barn, petting his mare’s muzzle in long, skilled strokes. Cole’s tall and dark-haired. His white T-shirt pulls tight around his bulked-up arms, and his jeans hug a fine behind—one I’d love to sink my nails into.
I fan my face, and the memory of him holding me and pressing his lips against my neck stops me on a dime. Cole had been the first guy to capture my heart…
That is until I met his twin brother, Warren, and then everything between the three of us changed. I realized at sixteen that choosing between the two brothers would be impossible.
I’m certain my parents took into consideration the temptation the twins placed on me. After all, they were ten years older than me.
Mom and Dad had insisted I attend an East Coast veterinarian school instead of UCD here in California, thinking my desire for the twins would extinguish.
Quite the opposite, and I’m sure the last thing my parents would believe is that I’ve held on to my virginity and returned home after receiving a job offer at a Virginia-based clinic to ditch my V-card. I didn’t tell my parents my plans or that I'm staying until I make a decision that will change my life.
I have my sights set on Warren and Cole.
Still, I have to be sure I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life by leaving the twins in my past and moving forward so far from home.
I shake in my boots, hand gripping the stall door and wide-eyed, wondering if either Cole or Warren is still interested in roping the virgin, aka me. Back in the day, neither of them could get enough of me, but who’s to say they haven’t found their forevers already?
The thought alone makes my heart ache and my stomach churn.
“Maddie, is that you?”
Warren’s broody voice paints warmth down my spine. I spin to face him, nearly launching myself into his thick arms that always hold me in a possessive way.
Warren penetrates my gaze with his smoky-blue stare, and his dark-brown hair frames the sparkle in his eyes.
His thrill to see me stirs heat in my belly. Other than the scar that slices through Warren’s eyebrow, the brothers are identical on the outside, but within, Warren is all raw emotion and heat while Cole is hard and fast, both exciting me to the core.
“War!” I squeeze his neck, inhaling the scent of alfalfa and earth. I miss him more than I realized, and I wrap my legs around his waist, where his jeans ride low on his powerful hips. I cling to him like a lost puppy that’s found his owner.
“I want to see your face, little one.” He peels me away, pinning me with his gaze as he lowers me to the gravel below.
“I’m all grown up.” I twirl, and he lifts his lip in a devious grin when I face him. “Surprised to see me?”
“That would be an understatement. What are you doing home?” He roams his gaze over me, and then flicks it to something behind me.
Following where he’s looking, I check out the barn. Not sure where Cole’s gone, but my heart clenches a little from his absence. I’m sure he’s spotted me though, which has me wondering if he’s still interested in me.
“Mom and Dad needed someone to oversee the ranch during the month of June while they celebrate their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary in Europe. Uncle Sampson's got plans, so he’s leaving the ranch the same day they are. That leaves me to fill in some of their minor business duties. I'm hoping to catch up and have some fun with you and Cole. What do you say?”
“Both of us, huh? Isn’t that what got you shipped across states the last time? Cole doesn’t even share his hoof picks. Last thing he’ll consider is sharing you.” War pushes a loose curl from my eyes and tucks it behind my ear.
I bite my lip. The thought of giving my cherry to both men at the same time is practically burning me alive. I’m taking a risk for sure, and I’m about to put myself in a real predicament. The Virginia position is on hold until the end of the month, and I have to give voice to my thoughts or die. No way will I return to Virginia a virgin.
“What about you? Would you share me if that were to ever become an option?”
“Be serious, Maddie. You’re not a piece of fruit we can divvy up. You’re a woman who’ll want to settle down someday. We’re not the kind of guys a professi
onal like yourself would want. Not in the end. Besides, I’m not taking part in breaking your heart. Cole’s agreed. He’s not on board with that either.”
I’m feeling testy, so I push him a little bit. “This isn’t about my heart. I’m yours and Cole’s for four weeks. We have the ranch to ourselves, the river, the horses… What do you say about having a good time, cowboy?”
“He says hell, yes, Maddie.”
Cole’s behind me, and he slips his strong hands around my waist. He hauls me up against his chest until he’s cradling me in his muscular arms, as if I’m one of the newborn calves.
I’m suddenly flying and giggling, but as Cole swings me around the second time, I catch Warren heading back toward the barn, and with him goes a piece of my heart.
Things just got a whole lot complicated.
Chapter Two
Warren
I catch my reflection in the water trough inside the paddock, and the scar along my brow grabs the light, reminding me of the lengths I’ll go to protect Maddie, even if I’m protecting her from nothing more than myself. Truth is, I don’t know shit about love. All I know is how fucked-up your life becomes when the one you love leaves.
But now Maddie’s returned, teasing my fat head—and my thickening dick—with what I’ve wanted all these years: her. She’s got my mind, body, and soul wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it…or maybe she does, who knows.
Yeah, it’s fucked-up for sure. Cole isn’t gonna let me cull her for myself. Hell no. She hasn’t been home more than half an hour, and already Cole’s playin’ cockblock the second I get a moment alone with her.
I slink down the aluminum water trough, pressing my sweating back against the cool side just as Spartan comes trotting up. The sorrel Quarter Horse stallion blows, clearing his nostrils so they flare red before he gives me a hard nudge.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll move out of your way,” I mumble under my breath.
If Cole had a doppelganger, I swear it’d be this horse. Which is a good reminder, even though Spartan’s my favorite horse on the ranch—bold, built like a dually—he doesn’t give a shit about who’s standing in the way of who he wants. Though right now he wants a drink.
I scoot across the pine shavings, giving him some space, and he drops his head into the water, drawing up a good, long drink.
He just goes for what he wants, never looks back.
See what I mean?
Cole. Completely fucking Cole.
Yet, here I am, hiding my feelings because feelings are what nearly caused Mr. Brown—Derek, Maddie’s father—to threaten me and my brother with unemployment and homelessness if we touched his daughter after he’d caught us frolicking. Yes, frolicking in the river. Naked. Or just about naked.
No way can I risk losing the only family I’ve known. My home. The most wholesome place on earth ever since Mrs. Brown, Angela, adopted us back when we were messed-up teens and overlooked in the foster system.
I can still picture little Maddie the day Angela brought us to the ranch. The party, the balloons, the fucking white pony for Daddy’s princess.
I’m still mesmerized by the beauty of Maddie, something that hasn't changed since she was five and I was fifteen. I’d known she’d turn into a beautiful woman, and she has.
Back then, Maddie’s fifth birthday party was the first time we’d met. She cocked her head to the side, those brown spiral curls of hers bouncing around her face and framing her mocha orbs. Her momma introduced me as Warren Pierce. But Maddie had gazed up at me, her cheeks pinking, and asked me if she could call me War.
Nicknamed by a five year old.
She was a brat. A spoiled only child who got everything she wanted. And right now she wants me. How the hell am I explaining to Derek she’s never backing down until she’s had me? Had us. Thirty-four-year-old twins who are both hung up on the same girl a decade younger than us.
I shake my head, trying to grasp the thought a little more clearly.
Neither of us are budging. Neither of us consider ourselves good enough for her. She deserves someone different. Better. Groomed. Someone who can be the perfect husband to her and give her babies and whatever else she craves in this life.
I feel heat slide against my side, like a sunrise on a cold day. I don’t have to look to know it’s not Spartan, but instead it is Maddie. Her honeysuckle scent puppeteers my cock that jerks as she strokes my thigh with her tiny hand.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, the air rushing out of my lungs.
“That’s exactly what I’m planning on doing, War. Losing my virginity to you and Cole at the same time.”
Her thick lashes fan against her cheeks as she peers up at me, while I’m gasping for breath at her reveal.
“Don’t be scared to dream big. Don’t be afraid to fight for what—or who—you want, before all you have left is regrets.”
Her words stake me. I bite my tongue and swallow the taste of iron. I want to shake the image of me and Cole both inside her slippery pussy made that way by our identical dicks, but taking her virginity is a…is a… Hell, the hottest turn-on I’ve ever envisioned.
And I'm shutting that shit down, like, yesterday.
Or at least I’m trying to. My cock and Maddie have other plans. “Maddie. No. Hell, no. The same time? What the hell did they teach you back east at that fancy university? Never happening, little one.” I shake my head, determination lacing my words.
She gives me a grin that lights up her face. I’ve called her little one since, well, forever. But those words no longer fit. She’s all curves in places I’m noticing a lot more often than I used to, making it impossible to forget her plans that include way too much bare skin and a whole lot of inches of cock.
Determination fills her stare. She draws lazy circles against my jeans. “I learned that taking risks and pushing limits is what makes life worth living. Sometimes, it’s the only way to save a life, and sometimes the only way to get something is to take it,” she rasps.
What is she, a life coach?
“Shouldn’t you be with Cole?” I sneer, letting my jealousy show a bit more than I should.
“I should be with both of you. So you can’t hide. I know every one of your hiding places, War. From behind the waterfall and that little ledge you like to sit on to this spot right here in Spartan’s paddock.”
Yeah, I’m hiding, and worse yet, she fucking knows it. “I’m not hiding. I’m thinking,” I lie.
She arches her brows. “About what? Your feelings for me? How much you want to fuck me?” She snickers.
She knows me like I know the back of my hand, but I don’t let on that I’m having a date with Envy. “No. I’m not thinking about fucking you. It’s not like that. You kissed Cole first. He’ll always be that for you.”
“He kissed me first. I actually kissed you first. Right now, I don’t only want time with him. I want time with you. I want both of you, don’t you see that?”
Sweet music resonates from her lips like a lullaby while my mind spins thoughts of me and her in some unrealistic future where everything is hunky-dory, and I'm nestled deep inside her tight pussy, along with Cole at her backside. Yeah right. Life doesn’t work like that.
I push to stand, dusting off my ass. I toss an arm across Spartan’s withers and cross my ankle over the other, all casual like. Bluffing much, I think to myself.
“It was a kiss. Years ago. Hell, I barely remember it,” I lie once more, regretting the words as soon as they pass my lips. Fucking sweetest kiss of my pathetic life and stamped on my damaged soul.
She stands, pushes her petite hands against the bottom of my shirt where my abs are taut, and my breath practically seizes in my chest. She might be small, but she packs a punch.
I find my footing, dropping my arm, but the heat of Spartan still seeps into me. At least I blame my mounting perspiration on the stallion and not the flames inside my veins Maddie’s stoking from her tender touch.
“You know, War, there’s no es
caping your feelings ‘cause they’re locked inside until you spill them out.”
She raises up on her tiptoes and slides her silken hands up inside my shirt right over my pecs. Then she presses her pouty mouth against mine, and I swear I nearly come from the feeling.
My lips have a mind of their own, not slowing, not closing. Instead, I’m lip-locked so securely, tasting, teasing her onward with the sweep of my tongue against hers. I’m so caught up in the moment that I don’t notice the stallion has sauntered off, leaving me shaking.
“I’m counting on you, War, to tell me the truth. And I’m ready to hear it, too. But just remember, I always get what I want, and right now, that’s you. So what do you say we see where things go?”
She’s looking up at me as if I’m some god, some knight in shining armor, when that’s the last thing I am, and yet, as her eyes hold mine, I know I can’t tell her no. I know I can’t let this moment slip through my fingers.
I pluck her up off the ground, noticing the small gasp that fills the air as I do so. She’s so tiny and light, and I wonder if she’s eating enough, or if she’ll even be able to handle both Cole and me at the same time.
“Is that a yes, War?” she mumbles against my lips, her nails sinking into my pecs as if she is ordering me to answer her.
Instead of saying what I want to, I simply sink my teeth into her lip, shock and pleasure rushing through me at her soft yelp.
And I’ll be damned if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve heard all fucking year.
Chapter Three
Maddie
You can tell a lot about a man by the style of his sofa. War’s couch is tufted suede, at least the portion that’s not covered by plush throws and pillows. Sunlight from the skylight splashes gold tones across the beveled mirrored coffee table and dots the walls and fireplace in diamonds. “War this room is beautiful.”
