by Jenny Penn
“Okay!” Angie agreed as she reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Don’t—” Hailey didn’t even get a chance to get a second word out before Angie’s tank top hit her in the face when the other woman whipped off her shirt.
“Okay!” Hailey retreated blindly toward the back door. “I’m just going to leave you all to sort this one out yourselves, but when you’re done, Angie, you can find me at the police station.”
Chapter 2
“I’m innocent.” Angie held her hands up as she felt both Mathews brothers’ glares turn in her direction.
She knew exactly what they were thinking, but she hadn’t gotten Hailey into any trouble. Hell, one could have argued that it was Hailey who had just landed Angie in hot water. No doubt, it was payback for the past. If it were, then Angie would count herself lucky because she wouldn’t mind being punished by these two.
Just the thought had her nipples puckering and their gazes zeroing in on her chest. That was just what she wanted. Actually, what Angie wanted was to feel the thick length of dick Brett was waving around doing something a little more useful, like pounding into her.
It had been hard, real hard, not to give in to temptations all these years. There had been more than one occasion when she’d almost broken, but the wait was worth it. The painful agony of waiting just made it cruel for Brett to stand there naked, taunting her with an erection she really wanted to play with.
Maybe it was time to teach him not to wave his boner all around. Not unless, of course, he wanted somebody to come along and take a taste. Angie licked her lips and reached for the waistband of her skirt.
“But I could be guilty of anything else you wanted,” she offered, forgetting about Hailey as she shoved her skirt down and stepped around the counter. She began to advance slowly on Brett, who held his ground, though he looked shaky doing it.
“After all, you have to admit this body is built for sin.”
Angie ran a hand down her side, drawing their gazes to the smooth curve of her naked mound. She ran a finger down her slit, gathering the heated proof of her desire onto her fingertip and raising it daringly up toward Brett’s lips as she leaned in close enough to brush her breasts against his chest and her cunt against the wet tip of his dick.
“Tell me, Brett, would you like to taste my cherry?”
His lips parted, and his tongue slipped out, but at the last second, he wrenched himself backward with a denial that sounded painful.
“No! No. I will not give in.” But he would retreat, not that he went quietly. Pausing in the door, he turned to pin her with a heated look that promised retribution. “This isn’t over.”
Angie blinked and couldn’t help grin. She wondered if Brett realized he was repeating himself. Turning, she cast her smile at Mike and found his gaze riveted on her finger. He looked hungry, and she couldn’t resist tormenting him by lifting her finger to her own lips and sucking it dry.
That had the big man swallowing hard and stumbling backward. Mike looked so cute and serious, with his hair cut short and his dark eyes narrowed on her. Actually, he looked a little strained, which just made it all the more amusing when he banged into one of the kitchen table chairs and then fell into it. Angie smirked. Thanks to her time spent out at the Cattleman’s Club, where women were required to be naked, she was very comfortable standing there wearing nothing but her smile and the morning sunlight while he sweated in his seat.
“Your brother does know that he sounds like some movie star villain, right?” Angie asked, deciding to toy with Mike by simply pretending she wasn’t crowding him back into his chair, or slipping onto his lap.
“I mean really, it’s not like I’m trying to rule the world,” Angie purred as she spread her thighs across his and ground her cunt into the fabulously thick bulge of his erection.
Twining her fingers into the soft strands of his hair, she leaned up and pressed her breasts against Mike’s chest as she forced his head down until their lips almost touched. He didn’t fight her, but his chin didn’t dip willingly either. He sat there stiff as a board, his muscles drawn tense and his breath caught. It was almost as though he was afraid.
“Or maybe I am.” Angie pulled back, uncertain of his response but not about to show it. Sliding back off his lap, she paused to stare straight down into his eyes. “You never know.”
With that, she turned and sauntered back toward the coffeepot, leaving him sweating in his seat. He didn’t stay there long but scrambled back to his feet and fled out the door without a single word to her.
Angie sighed, the doubts and fears she’d carried with her nibbling on her conscience once again. The truth was that she didn’t know Brett and Mike that well. She hadn’t seen them once in ten years. Other than a few letters from Brett and even fewer from Mike, she didn’t know what their lives were really like.
But her dreams were never wrong.
Angie believed in them, but that didn’t mean she sometimes didn’t wonder if everybody else was right. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was chasing an illusion. Or maybe she was just horny and obsessed with an overgrown crush.
Angie knew she’d find out the truth in the coming days. Of course, she was hoping to find all sorts of stuff, like what it felt like to finally take a man into her body. Not just one. That thought had her smile curling with wanton anticipation as she gave her pussy another quick stroke before pulling back on her skirt. Her shirt followed, and by the time she was settling down at the table with her morning cup of coffee, she was fully dressed and still not ready for the surprise of the day.
* * * *
“Well? Did you find anything out?” Brett demanded to know as Mike slammed into their shared bedroom looking worse for the wear.
That was just how Brett felt. He’d thought he’d one-up Angie by strutting around naked, but the truth was, if he didn’t keep his pants on, he might end up sticking his dick someplace nice and tight, like Angie’s pink, creamy cunt.
God but did he want a taste of that pussy.
Who could blame him? Angie was so damn hot not even a saint would be able to resist her forever. Brett was far from that pious. In fact, he was pretty far from that high standard. Normally he’d already have the woman bent over the table, but this was Angie. Angie was different.
She was funny, smart, spunky, and sweet, and a little nutty with all her premonitions. Normally, he’d snicker at such talk, but Angie had been right about one thing. She’d said all those years ago that they couldn’t beat fate and wouldn’t be able to resist her. It was that last one that Brett had a sick feeling she was right about.
It was the rest he wasn’t sure about, which was just why Brett had never encouraged her. That had been easier when he’d been busy and far away. He wasn’t either of those things anymore. So, maybe, it was time to re-evaluate the situation. Re-evaluate and then tie Angie down with her legs spread and paddle that pussy until she was wet and hot, begging him for more.
Then he was going to eat her out and make her come so hard, so many times, that by the time he fucked his hard length into her tight cunt there would be no pain for Angie, not even when he rode her roughly through a dozen more climaxes.
When he was done with her, she’d be so far under his thumb that she’d do whatever he asked. That thought put a smile on Brett’s face. He liked the idea of having Angie at his beck and call. Maybe he’d keep her home, naked and leashed to the bed.
“Hey!”
Mike snapped a finger in front of Brett’s face, breaking him out of his hypnotic fantasy. He turned a glare on his brother as he tried to pretend as if he wasn’t weakening. “Well? Did you find anything out?”
“I just told you—no!” Mike huffed and rolled his eyes. “I know all you know, which is Hailey has rented her room to Angie.”
“Did I know that?” Brett didn’t remember anybody telling him that, but they must have because the question clearly irritated his brother.
“You were standing right there,” Mike snapped
back in exasperation.
“Like I was listening to anything Angie had to say,” Brett scoffed as he broke into a grin. “All I was thinking that entire time was she grew some pretty big tits while we were out of town.”
Mike heaved a sigh at that confession and shook his head. “You are so going to end up married to that woman.”
“Oh, and you’re made of such stronger stuff.” Brett snorted at the very idea.
Mike just stared at him and blinked, not answering, but that in itself was an answer. When he finally did speak, his tone was distant and cold sounding.
“I think the smart thing to do would be to move out and not engage the enemy.”
“Are you kidding?” Brett blinked at that, shocked his brother would even suggest something like that to him.
“Brett—”
“Don’t start with that reasonable tone.” Brett cut Mike off, not interested in the lecture he sensed coming. “After all, this is an irrational situation, so logic really shouldn’t apply.”
“That’s the stupidest thing you ever said,” Mike snapped, straightening off the door as he stiffened back up with his agitation.
“No, it’s not.” Brett scoffed as he bent back over his boots. He jerked on his laces, setting the double knot into place before straightening up himself. “The stupidest thing I ever said was I would marry her ass after I fucked it, but it wasn’t as if I was expecting her to actually consider that an invitation instead of a dismissal.”
“Which is just why we should—”
“What? Flee?” Just the idea was outlandish. “I am not a yellow-bellied coward and will not run from any woman.”
Mike’s mouth fell open. “You are not seriously considering marrying that woman.”
“I don’t know.” Brett shrugged. The truth was the idea didn’t really panic him, but still, he wasn’t in a rush to marry anybody. “I am going to fuck her, though. So if you don’t like the conditions she’s set, maybe you ought to figure out a loophole or re-negotiate our terms.”
“Me?” Mike gaped at him. “Why me?”
“Before it’s too late.” Brett nodded, perfectly content to let Mike sort out this problem. After all, he was the smart brother.
“Oh, for God’s sake.”
“Maybe we could goad her into making a new bet,” Brett suggested, liking the sound of that. “Like convincing us to marry her by fucking our brains out?”
“You’re crazy.” Mike shook his head at his brother in disgust. “And this is going to end badly.”
“Maybe.” Brett couldn’t deny that the possibility was great that things would snowball into an utter disaster. Maybe that’s what Angie meant by fate. All Brett knew as that it didn’t change anything. “That doesn’t mean it won’t be fun. Besides, what is the worst that could happen? We end up married to her? I mean, seriously, we could make her life a living hell. Convince her to divorce us.”
“You’re nuts.” Mike snorted and rolled his eyes in disgust before pointing out the obvious. “You can’t make her life hell without making yours that way. Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face. Really, man, do you think before you speak?”
“I think you think too much,” Brett shot back. “This isn’t complicated, and she can’t make us marry her, no matter what we do.”
“Don’t doubt it. You’re going to end up married.”
“Maybe.” Brett shrugged, knowing that his cavalier attitude was just fueling Mike’s irritation. “But that doesn’t mean it won’t be fun.”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” Mike waved him away as he turned around and wrenched open the bedroom door. “I’m going to get a shower.”
With that, he stormed off, leaving Brett chuckling in his wake. Mike was such a drama queen. It was almost amazing he was straight. Even more shocking, the women actually tended to prefer Mike. They seemed to think he was a mature, responsible adult, or, at least, they didn’t think Brett was any one of those three things. He was just fine with that, especially given their low opinions of him didn’t stop very many women from having sex with him. It just normally meant they expected more of Mike before they did him. So, in the end, who really had it worse? The answer was clear.
Maybe that was the loophole he was looking for. Despite what she might think, Angie didn’t really want to be married to him. No woman did.
Chuckling to himself at that thought, Brett followed Mike out the door and headed back to the kitchen, but all his hastily plotted-out plans were forgotten the second he stepped into the room to find Angie bent over the dryer in the back of the room. She’d put her mini-skirt back on and still wasn’t wearing any panties, giving him a clear view of the pink folds of her pussy as she dug out a lace thong from the dryer.
Even once she stepped into them, they barely hid anything from his heated gaze as she fished around for the matching bra. That gave him a perfect opportunity to come up behind her and pin Angie in place with a hand flattened down over her spine.
“Hey!” She jerked against his hold, trying to squirm free but couldn’t match even half his strength. That didn’t stop her from mouthing off. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Punishing a naughty, naughty girl,” Brett retorted, making no attempt to disguise the laughter in his tone as he leaned down to whisper right in her ear. “You wanna be Mrs. Mathews? Well, here is a taste of what that means.”
“Wait!”
But Brett was done waiting. Shoving her skirt right up to her hips, he exposed the beautifully curved cheeks of her ass. They were golden tan, just like the rest of her, but in a moment, they’d be glowing red.
“Can’t we talk about this?” Angie pleaded.
“Nope.”
Brett was having way too much fun to stop now. So was she because there was no denying the heady scent of a wet pussy filling the air. It intoxicated him, drugging Brett into thinking this wasn’t just a good idea but the best damn one he’d had in a long time. Of course, he might not be thinking with his brain right then.
That worry didn’t stop him from bringing his hand down hard, cracking his palm over the rounded curve of her ass and spanking a gasp right out of her. Just as he had imagined, her golden flesh flushed a beautiful, rosy hue that spread out as he brought his hand back down. This time Angie panted out a sexy moan and arched into the blow, making Brett’s dick pulse hungrily as the swollen and wet folds of her pussy peeked out at him from behind the thin, lacy crotch of her panties.
The glistening beads of her desire only thickened along those pink lips as he paddled her hard and fast. Brett allowed his fingers to curl around and brush up against her cunt in an occasional teasing caress. Angie hips lifted even higher in a silent demand as her legs opened wider in a blatant invitation Brett didn’t have the willpower to resist.
He had to touch.
Sliding a finger beneath the edge of her panties, he lost himself in the heated softness of her cunt. Stroking over her delicate folds, he couldn’t help but test the tight depths of her velvety sheath. He stretched her wide with first one finger and then another and another until she moaned and shifted, fucking herself against him as she began to beg for something more.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Angie murmured. “So good, but it could feel better.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his gaze and held it as she pumped her hips against his hand. It was the sexiest damn thing, and the moment only got better as she smiled and suggested that he take a taste, or give her one. Who knew which one he would have taken? Brett didn’t get a chance to make that decision before Mike was there, whipping him away from temptation.
“Damn it!” Mike spat, keeping one hand fisted in the towel wrapped around his hips as he sent Brett crashing backward into the floor with the other. “I can’t leave you two alone for a minute, can I?”
Brett was getting kind of tired of being pushed around, but before he could offer his own objection, Angie was snapping hers out as she turned aro
und to confront his brother.
“You’re a kill-joy, you know that?” Angie shot back as she yanked her skirt back down.
“And you’re a cheater,” Mike retorted, causing Angie to reel as far back as she could with the dryer behind her.
“I am not!”
“And walking around naked is normal for you?”
“Well…” Angie smiled as she caught Brett’s gaze. “Cattleman Club rules, no clothing allowed on the women.”
“You’re a member of the club?” Brett lifted a brow at that, jumping to the very logical conclusion. “Then you’ve had sex, and our deal—”
“—is still on,” Angie cut in. “Because while those men may have gotten a good look at all I have to offer, and a few lucky ones have even had the joy of getting me off on occasion, none of them have fucked me.”
“You’re bullshitting us.” Brett didn’t buy that lie for a minute. “There is no way they’d let you in the club and not have more fun than that with you. We know about the club, Angie. We’re good friends with the Davis brothers, remember? So why don’t you try a new lie?”
“Why don’t you try giving your buddies a call?” Angie suggested with a smug smile. “And they can tell you all about how I supply them with women. Speaking of, I have to get down to the police station, and I should probably put on a more appropriate outfit. But since these are all wet, I might as well just throw them into the wash.”
Angie lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties, causing Mike to turn like a damn prude toward the wall while Brett acted like a man and stared. Hell, if Angie wanted to put on a show, he’d be more than willing to watch. Besides, it wasn’t like ogling the woman could do any harm. Or maybe it could, because he really was hurting.
If he wasn’t going to get to fuck her, he was going to need somebody else to take care of the need boiling in his balls, but strangely, that thought just didn’t interest him.
