Angie's Destiny [Cattleman's Club 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “Your brother just found out that I’ve been with the Davis brothers.” Straightening up on the couch, she could sense the night had come to an end and began to collect the pieces of her nail kit while Brett continued to blink in confusion.

  “What do you mean, been with?”

  Angie paused to give him a pointed glance, not certain Mike’s blood pressure could take hearing the words outright. Not that he had any right to his little tantrum. Neither did Brett have any right to glare at her like that. Perhaps, it would be best to make that point once she confessed to everything, and that way, hopefully, she wouldn’t have to keep making it.

  “I mean that I’ve been with a lot of men.” Angie stressed those two words with enough force to assure both men tensed, their expressions going equally dark.

  “Define a lot,” Brett demanded with a snarl, but Angie wasn’t falling for that.

  “No. That’s none of your business.” Snapping her beauty bag closed, she rose off the couch and hit him with the lowest blow, knowing they’d have to get past it at some point. “But I have enjoyed the company of the Davis brothers in the past…as well as Cole and Kyle.”

  There. She’d said it. Sure enough, it had both brothers reeling backward as they gasped and stuttered.

  “Not Nancy!”

  “And Sally!”

  “Oh God. I think I’m going to be sick.” Mike bent over, grabbing his stomach as sank to the ground in an overly dramatic display as far as Angie was concerned.

  “Just stop!” She snapped at them both. “It’s sexist and archaic for the two of you, who have no doubt been sticking it to every slut you’ve come across, to carry on because I’ve enjoyed the company of a few men.

  “And”—Angie raised her voice when it looked like Brett was about to object—“I have saved the best for you. Now, I’m sorry if the truth hurts you. That wasn’t my intention. Hell, I wouldn’t have even thought you would care, Mike, given the way you’ve treated me over the years. I got like a letter or two a year telling me to get lost. And you.”

  Angie turned on Brett. “You barely wrote more than that. Never once did you indicate that you returned my affection. Hell, you used to sign your letters respectfully! Like that sets a lady’s heart fluttering. So you really have nobody to blame but yourselves.”

  That was the honest truth. If they’d wanted her, she was theirs, but instead, they’d run in the opposite direction. That hurt a hell of a lot more than the thought of them with other women. It hurt enough to have her turning and rushing out of the room before the old wound broke open and they saw the depths of the pain she kept hidden from everybody, including herself.

  * * * *

  Brett watched Angie turn and run away, but she wasn’t fast enough for him not to catch the glint of tears in her eyes. The sight left him sighing, as it drained all his outraged indignation better than anything else could. She was right, of course.

  She’d been theirs for the taking, and they’d left her for others to have. It had been the right thing to do back then. Angie had just been a girl, a girl obviously desperate for acceptance. That made sense. After all, she was the forgotten daughter, and that was something Brett and Mike and Hailey knew about.

  At least they’d had each other. Angie had clung to them. She, Patton, and Hailey had hung out so much it had been as if he and Mike had three sisters instead of just one. That was just why they’d rejected her, but Angie wasn’t their sister, and she wasn’t a girl anymore.

  Mike wasn’t half as disinterested as he was trying to pretend to be. Brett eyed his brother as he knelt there on the floor, staring at the wood boards, looking utterly dejected.

  “It hurts, doesn’t it?” Brett asked quietly, daring to say out loud what he was actually thinking.

  For a moment, he thought Mike would ignore him, but slowly his brother’s chin lifted, and he met Brett’s gaze before nodding. “Yeah.”

  “Me, too.” Brett was hurt, but he wasn’t angry, not the way that Mike sounded.

  “I just want it to stop.”

  “I know.” Brett did, just as he knew it wasn’t going to. He didn’t figure his brother needed to hear that, though. “What I don’t know is what you are trying to accomplish here.”

  “I don’t know.” Mike shrugged before heaving a heavy sigh and shoving up to his feet.

  “No, seriously, man.” Brett wasn’t about to let the point go. He kept his gazed fixed on Mike as he flopped down in the loveseat next to the couch. “One day you won’t look at her because she’s naked. Then the next day you’re kissing her passionately in the kitchen and then going out and picking up other women. What does that really get you?”

  “I don’t know. Okay?” Mike admitted defensively. “I don’t have a plan. I just know that this isn’t right.”

  “What isn’t right?” Brett pressed.

  “Us with her.” Mike waved a hand toward the hall. “Angie was right. She’s too good for us, and how long will it really be before—”

  “Before you walk away like dad?” Brett cut in, knowing exactly where this conversation was now headed.

  “Before she gets hurt.” Mike stubbornly finished his point but still didn’t seem to see the flaw in his thinking.

  “So you’re trying to hurt her to spare her future pain?” Brett lifted a brow at that. “You do realize that makes no sense, right?”

  “You know what? Never mind.” Mike shoved to his feet.

  “So we’re done talking about this?” Brett asked as his brother turned toward the hall.

  “Yep.”

  “You know I’m—”

  “Yep.”

  Mike walked away, dismissing both Brett and his concern, but that didn’t make it vanish. His brother was on edge, distracted and clearly not in full control of himself. That made Mike unpredictable because Brett had honestly never seen his brother out of control.

  Of course, Brett was also known for his self-restraint, which was a good thing for Hailey’s two boyfriends. Just the thought of those two had him scowling. He couldn’t believe Angie had let them touch her.

  She was going to get spanked for that.

  The real questions were—when, how, and where. The endless possibilities put the smile back on Brett’s face as he slumped back onto the couch and picked up the remote before glancing back at the doorway and wondering if Angie really had gone to sleep.

  She really did have nice toes.

  And Brett really didn’t want to go to sleep in the top bunk again.

  Chapter 10

  Friday, June 29th

  Angie didn’t wake up alone the next morning. She found herself cuddled into the warm, hard shelter of Brett’s body. He had his arms wrapped around her, and one thick thigh shoved between hers. The scrape of his jeans felt deliciously rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she couldn’t help but rub her leg up and down his.

  The seductive little motion had Brett’s arms tightening around her as he growled softly in her ear, heightening the tension slowly thickening in the air. It was aided by the feel of his hand sliding down her stomach toward the soft folds of her cunt. Already wet and swollen, the parted lips of her pussy blossomed beneath the callused invasion of his fingers, and Angie gasped as a bolt of pure, frenzied pleasure bloomed through her.

  Her hips jerked back up against his, burrowing the rock-hard bulge restrained behind his zipper between the cheeks of her ass. Angie ground herself against Brett, taunting him even as he pinned her clit beneath his finger and began a slow massage that had Angie drooling into her pillow. This was how she wanted to wake up every morning.

  Well, sort of.

  In Angie’s fantasy, it wouldn’t be his fingers pressing deep into her cunt, nor would he have his jeans on. Not that she had the breath to complain or even the words. Brett stole them from her mind as he pumped his fingers in and out of her in a slow, hypnotizing rhythm that had her hips following until she was moaning with the need for more.

  Moaning, but no
t begging.

  That was just what he tried to coax her into doing as his breath washed over her neck in heated strokes that were followed by the velvety glide of his tongue and sharp nip of his teeth. Brett nibbled his way up the sensitive arch of her ear.

  “Is there something more you want, baby?” The husky timbre of his voice didn’t disguise the hopeful lift tinting his words.

  Angie smiled and pulled free of his hand so she could turn in his arms. Brett fell backward at the gentle press of her palms against the hard wall of his chest. She could feel the heavy pound of his heart and read the anticipation glinting in his eyes as she slid upward, straddling his thighs as her hands dropped to the top button on his jeans.

  Knowing he was watching her every move, Angie licked her lips and lowered her gaze to the sight of his thick dick. It sprang free as she lowered the zipper’s small metal tab down. There was nothing small, though, about his cock. Swollen and flushed with a hunger that had the blind eye crowning his head weeping up at her, he was bigger, thicker, and longer than any man she’d ever had.

  As they’d pointed out last night, Angie had had quite a few. She might be a virgin, but she was no blushing prude or innocent girl to be swept up in the passion of desire. No. She a woman who knew how to make a man beg. Brett was about to find that out.

  Lifting her pelvis up, Angie reached down and spread the lips of her pussy wide and over the thick length of his cock. She settled down, capturing his dick in an intimate embrace that had her clit pinned once again. With a flex of her hips, that little bud lit up with the most amazing sensations as she slid down the hard, velvety length.

  Angie panted out with delight, repeating the motion as she began to slowly ride Brett. He felt so good against her that she couldn’t help but savor the moment, even as she knew she was tormenting him. Every flex of her hips set off another deliriously thrilling sparkle of pleasure, but only for her. All Brett got was being taunted with the wet slide of her pussy and promise of what he could be getting.

  That thought brought a smile to Angie’s lips as she caught his gaze and bent slowly down until the tips of her breasts teased the heated wall of his chest. Her mouth brushed against his. She didn’t kiss him, though. Instead, she whispered softly, challenging him in a way she knew would drive Brett nuts.

  “This how I ride my men. They’ve begged and pleaded to be allowed to take the reins, but they weren’t man enough to tempt me into giving into their demands.” Angie leaned back until she was once again upright and smiling down into the scowl that darkened his features. “I guess the question is, are you man enough? Or should I keep looking?”

  That question got an instant response as Brett growled, his arms snaking around her to jerk her back down into a frenzied kiss that assured Angie he’d broken his chains and had lost all reason. He was wild and crazed, as she’d always wanted. Wild, crazed, and demanding. His lips forced hers apart, his tongue taking instant possession of her mouth as he ravaged her with a hunger that she couldn’t help but respond to.

  This was the moment Angie had waited all those years for. It was perfect…except that Mike wasn’t there. She didn’t know if that meant anything and didn’t have the capacity to really consider the matter. Drunk on the lust pounding through her veins, Angie was only distantly aware of his absence.

  Even that small concern vanished as Brett released her lips and settled his hands on her hips. With one hard jerk, he lifted her cunt up and over his mouth, capturing her pussy in an open-tongued kiss that had Angie squealing as she clawed at the headboard. He fucked her with quick, rapid strokes of his tongue, licking his way right up the spasming walls of her sheath, even as his fingers curled around the flushed globes of her ass.

  He bounced her up and down his tongue, the callused tips of his fingers dipping down to tease the puckered ring of muscles guarding her back entrance. Gathering up the thick cream slickening the path from her cunt to her ass, he began to fuck his fingers deep into her tight rear channel, widening and stretching her in a clear promise of what was to come.

  Angie moaned, all but ready to beg for it as she pumped her hips in rhythm to his fingers, enjoying the burn of his penetration and yearning for a true fucking.

  * * * *

  Brett knew it. He knew just what she wanted. He was more than ready to give it to her, but first he wanted to make her come. He needed to. Drunk on the taste of her, he couldn’t deny that for the first time ever a woman’s pleasure had become more important than his.

  This wasn’t just about making sure she remembered this moment or trying to erase any memory of her past. This was about Angie and knowing that she belonged to him. That she had given herself to him and that he was worthy.

  So Brett drove her from one screaming fit to another as he relentlessly devoured her cunt. She was trembling so hard that he could feel the shudders echoing through her sheath and the thick avalanche of heated cream coated every inch of both her pussy and ass. Only then did he pull back, allowing Angie to collapse against the headboard in a trembling, sweaty heap.

  Not that he was done with her.

  Rising up behind Angie, Brett grasped her hips and angled her ass backward, far enough that the sticky head of his cock kissed the warm, trembling globes of her ass. He paused there, giving Angie a second to catch her breath and glance back at him. He knew instantly from the wicked curl of her lips that she was far from intimidated.

  “What you waiting for, cowboy? Giddy up and let’s see what you got.”

  What he had was twelve painfully swollen inches and a set of balls that were on fire. Those flames flared into a full-on inferno as Brett slammed Angie back into the headboard and fucked the full length of his dick into the heavenly, tight clutch of her ass. There was no stopping him after that.

  He took her rough and hard, pounding into her with a speed he’d never unleashed on any other woman. None had been up to taking him like this, but Angie was. She laughed and flexed her hips backward, meeting him stroke for stroke as the headboard began to crack against the wall. The bed groaned beneath them, threatening to give out before Brett did, but he didn’t care.

  All that mattered was the rapture racing through him and making every single one of his nerve endings sparkle to life. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing ever would. Brett knew that instantly. He didn’t fight it, but he reveled in the certainty that he had found what so many didn’t even believe existed. He’d found perfection.

  Then it consumed him in a searing tide of ecstasy that had him straining as he slammed into her once, twice, three more times. Angie screamed, convulsing with her own release and collapsing with him in a heap on the sheet below. They stayed like that, a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths that slowly evened out. Then Angie was wiggling for freedom.

  Brett loosened his hold, grimacing as Angie slid her ass free of his still-hard dick. With a frown, he glanced down at the damn thing, wondering what the hell was wrong with it. He’d come harder than he’d ever had before. Normally, right about then, he would be as soft as pudding, yet he was ready to go for round two.

  He should be so lucky.

  “I hope you’re clean.” Angie rolled over and reared up onto her knees.

  “Huh?” Brett smacked his lips and eyed her breasts. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten to pet those puppies.

  “Clean,” Angie repeated, stressing the word as she slapped his hand away. “As in STDs.”

  “I don’t have anything,” Brett sulked, pulling his hand back and shooting her an injured look.

  “You better not.” Angie shoved a finger into his chest and pinned him with a pointed look. “I don’t normally let men go in bare.”

  “I thought I was special,” Brett reminded her, not about to admit that, for the first time in his life, he’d been so overwhelmed he’d forgotten the most basic rule—always wear a condom.

  He always had. He was glad that so had she. Brett wasn’t so pleased that she hadn’t answered him yet. Instead, Angie offer
ed him a little smile before leaning down to press a hard kiss against his lips. It was quick and over before he could respond. Then she was scrambling off the bed.

  “I’m going to go get a shower,” Angie tossed over her shoulder before disappearing out of the bedroom door without bothering to even slip on a robe.

  Brett rolled over onto his stomach to watch her go, enjoying the sight of her sauntering down the hall. She had such a nice ass. The best damn one he’d ever ridden. That was saying something. It also made him question what he was doing watching when he could join her in the shower and do a little scrubbing.

  That thought had Brett scrambling off the bed and rushing after her, but the scent of bacon thickening in the air had him changing directions. Mike was cooking. He only cooked when he was pissed. Brett didn’t doubt that he knew what had his brother upset right then.

  Betrayal always burned.

  That was just what Brett had done with Angie, betrayed his brother for the first time ever. Now it was time to try to set things back to right. If they could be set that way.

  * * * *

  Angie showered wearing a smile the size of the state of Texas. It only grew bigger as caught the heady aroma of bacon and coffee as she stepped out of the bathroom. Somebody had cooked breakfast, maybe Brett. How sweet would that be?

  It would also have explained his absence in the shower. Angie had been half expecting him to show up at any second. She’d forgive now for not joining her, but she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t get in there before all the bacon was gone. Angie knew Brett well enough to know he wouldn’t be saving her any.

  Not bothering with panties but slipping into a bra, Angie tugged on a sundress and headed for the kitchen, only to find both Brett and Mike brooding over the table. It was piled high with platters of bacon, eggs, biscuits, sausage, and gravy. While all that looked good, the kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off in it.