Red Velvet Book 1-Double Plush: An Erotic Romantic Comedy

by Leanore Elliott

  Picking up her pace, she thought maybe she’d take a peek at the train platforms and see if Trev was actually there. She knew she shouldn’t, but she ached to just get another look at him. Somehow, she felt that if she did, she’d have more courage to get him back. Something like getting to see the trophy shining in the sun before you suited up for the big game. After all…what better motivation than to see him? She just needed to make sure he didn’t see her.

  The yards came into view and Bren stayed back a ways, standing by the general store wall. She felt like she did before, all those times she spied on the yummy cowboy before deciding she would actually go after him. This wasn’t a good sign really, sneakin’ around and feeling stupid. She realized she was back to being the shy wallflower Bren, standing at the wall, waiting to be picked.

  Kanda Kincade was dismounting her horse and shouting out orders.

  Bren bit at her lip as she remembered what Kanda had said to her just the day before. ‘Don’t make me regret hiring you.’ Well, now she would probably fire me after the huge mistake I made.

  Bren shook off the feeling. I’m already giving up. I never did have what it took to get what I wanted. She watched the curvy Kincade woman telling all those rough and rowdy men what to do and walking around with an air of confidence. This woman knew what she wanted in life and she didn’t care that she was a heavyset babe. She just seemed to command attention. She was built like Bren, but she was fit too.

  Bren realized she was standing here and pathetically comparing herself to someone else and feeling the lack. This wasn’t gonna help the situation none. She was suddenly full of doubt and feeling like she’d been stupid to even try to get someone like Trevor Kincade.

  Small is what ya feel inside, Bren, when the world gets too big. She remembered the saying now, cuz she hadn’t felt as low as this since the end of high school. Her mamma had always known what to say to her. She remembered when she’d said that, it’d been prom week and Bren didn’t have a date, so she sulked in her room.

  Her mom had some choice words about that all right. You just gonna lie down like a leaf of lettuce and wilt away? Her mom had been pretty darn mad.

  She’d replied with something like, what do you want me to do, go stag?

  Her mom had clicked her tongue and whipped out the phone book. “We’re gonna find you a date.”

  Well, Bren sure as hell didn’t know what the yellow pages could do to change the fact that she was a plus size teen in a world where the skinny sticks with boobs won all the boy lotteries. What did she think would be in there? ‘Call a Date for the Chubby Girl’ service?

  Then, her mom did something really weird…she called for a pizza delivery.

  Bren just shook her head and stayed in her bed. She was thinking she would never eat again and maybe then she would be the right size to fit in with the cheerleaders and the ‘in’ crowd at school.

  The next day, her ma pounded on Bren’s door and came in with the most beautiful dress. “We gotta find the shoes to match and that means we gotta drive all the way to Dallas.”

  Bren sat up and stared at her mother as if she had two heads.

  “I got the camera ready too and you’re going in a limo, no less!”

  “What?” Was all that Bren could manage to say.

  “You heard me.”

  “Ma, I ain’t going. You need to face it, like I am.”

  Her mother put her hands on her ample hips. “Jimmy Southerly is takin’ ya.”

  Bren’s mouth popped open.

  “And close your mouth, that ain’t ladylike.” Her mother had a twinkle in her eye. “Although, ladies never have any fun.” She shook her head with a laugh. “You know him, he lives in Shulenburg and his prom isn’t until next week.”

  “The pizza guy?”

  “Yep and don’t worry, he wants to take ya!”

  “And why would he do that?” Bren got beady-eyed as she looked over at the very frilly pink dress hanging by the mirror over her dresser.

  Her mom shrugged. “Let’s just say, I’m gonna be eating pizza till the world ends.”

  Bren didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry.

  “We ain’t gonna talk no more about it.” Her mother’s hands on hips stance remained while she spoke. “Now, get your butt outta bed, cause we gots details to get through.”

  Bren ended up going to the prom. Jimmy had been sweet and never looked away from her. She ended high school on a high note and she never did know how her Mama had accomplished such a feat. She was just so grateful that she didn’t want to know really.

  Did it bother her that her mom had pulled strings or spent a fortune on pizza, just so she could be seen with a date at her high school prom? Nope, it never did, because she at least could hold her head up after that. Being a teen had been hard enough and at the time? She did care what people thought. She even dated Jimmy a time or two afterward and he kissed great. So, all in all, it’d been a good thing.

  Bren raised her shoulders. The memory somehow encouraged her. She had gone all the way out to that ranch and she’d gotten Trevor’s attention. More than that, she was in love with that sweet, troubled cowboy and she was gonna make it right, dammit. Her mom made miracles happen all of her life. Then, Bren had done the same with getting the man she dreamed of.

  She lost her job in town, she’d lost her car and at the same time, she lost her fear. She became as big inside as she was out. She made it happen and she could do it again. She’d be dammed if she lost her chance with him because of a stupid misunderstanding. She was just a little worried because she wondered how many pizzas it was gonna take.

  *~*~*~*

  Flatonia Train Station

  The drive had gone off without a hitch, which wasn’t a surprise as she’d done like thirty of them now. The real challenge woulda’ been goin’ the 100 miles across the range like her daddy done when he was alive. He was the old-fashioned type of cowboy. Marge always said that he rode hard and was easy to love. He was a big man, just like her twin brothers were; and between the two, it was Trevor that was more like him.

  Them days were over and the time of the cow punchin’ was almost lost to the modern world. This short drive was just about over. The herd was loading to the train and all she needed to do was check in at the train office. She looked toward the cattle ramp and then spotted someone beyond it. Was that the new cook? She jumped up on her horse and rode toward the general store.

  Miss Plush looked rattled as she watched Kanda approach. “Hey, have you seen—?”

  “No way!” Kanda got down from her horse. “Don’t tell me you lost a whole cowboy!”

  The troubled looking girl seemed to swallow heavily and shrugged. “Yeah, I did.”

  Kanda felt herself getting mad, but decided it wasn’t any of her business. “I haven’t seen him today.”

  The girl looked like she might break out in tears at any minute, so Kanda’s feeling softened a bit. “It can’t be as bad as all that.”

  Bren squared her shoulders. “It was great and then…”

  Kanda tried to keep her smile pasted on. “I can’t see you as the type to two-time and I know Trev ain’t that type neither.”

  Bren shook her head. “No, but I did mess it up.”

  “So?”

  The seemingly shy cook gave her a baffled stare.

  “I mean…whatcha gonna do about it?”

  “I need to go somewhere. I’m trying to think of a way to get him back.”

  “You still gonna cook for the triple?”

  “Oh, yeah. It’s the only income I got right now.”

  Kanda stared at her for a minute and was surprised she felt a soft spot for this girl. “Okay. It ain’t none of my business, but all I can say is—Trevor is stubborn…very stubborn. If you want him back? Don’t give up. Stick to him.” Kanda smiled. “Think of it like he’s a runaway bull and you got his brand all hot and ready.”

  Bren’s eyes grew wide.

  At her expression, Kanda let ou
t a huge laugh. “What I mean is you gotta go cowgirl on his ass. You might even have ta wrestle him down and tie him up.”

  At the funny and outrageous euphemism and Kanda’s brash advice, Bren’s eyes got even larger in her face.

  Kanda laughed even harder. “Yeah, it does sound kinky. What I really mean is meet him head-butt for head-butt…” Her voice trailed away as she realized she was getting involved and she swore to herself she wouldn’t. Clearing her throat, she turned suddenly serious. “I guess I ain’t the right one to give out advice to the lovelorn. Anyway, how can I help ya?”

  “I need a ride to Victoria.”

  Kanda held back the question of why, on the grounds that she really didn’t want to know. “I can loan the trail truck to you?”

  Bren looked shocked. “You can? I mean—you will?”

  “Yep, I could. I want my baby brother happy. Marge thinks you’re the one who can do that.”

  Bren seemed to tear up again.

  “Now don’t go cryin’ and stuff. I don’t always agree with the old lady.” She gazed steadily at Miss Plush. “But this time, we finally see eye to eye on sumpthin’.” She fished the keys out of her pocket. “They just gassed it up and it should make it there and back.”

  Looking relieved, Bren took the keys.

  “Have it back by Sunday night, okay?”

  Swiping at a tear, she nodded her head.

  “Oh, and don’t be cryin’ to Trev to get him to come back. That’s what that fluff head housekeeper did and it won’t work.”

  Miss Plush raised her chin and she looked determined. “I wouldn’t try that, I don’t want him to feel sorry for me—I want him to love me.”

  This time it was Kanda who blinked her eyes in surprise. “Well then, Miss Plush, get your equipment together and get ready to lasso ’em in!”

  Now it was Bren who laughed. “Well, I never wrestled a cow, let alone a man.”

  Kanda gazed at her and shook her head. “Sometimes animals and men are the same damn thing.”

  Another stunned look passed across the cook’s face.

  “Never mind.” She slapped her on the back and chuckled. “Just…be honest, be straight up with him.” She rolled her eyes. “There I go again, giving out sweetheart advice.” She got back up on her horse. “It’s not like I have one or anything to speak of.” She sighed and looked toward the train office.

  “Well, you should!” Bren blurted out.

  Startled, Kanda swung her gaze down. “What?”

  “Well, just look at ya. You’re built! Buxom, tight , with those blue eyes and that dark hair?” She shook her head. “What guy wouldn’t want you?”

  Kanda nearly let go of her reins. The shock of the girl’s words kind of threw her off her usual game. “You think so, uh?”

  Bren nodded her head vigorously. “Dang right! You’re such a hot babe, you should be swattin’ ’em away!”

  Kanda laughed and shook her head. “Nope. I guess the man for me sure as hell ain’t in Flatonia.” Or anywhere in the world where I would meet him. She smiled down at the cook. “Okay, can I ask where ya going…I mean, in case you get waylaid or sumpthin’?”

  Miss Plush took a piece of paper from her pocket and wrote down the address. “I ain’t ever been to her ranch since she moved there, but this is where I’m headed.”

  Kanda took it and tucked into her shirt pocket. “Okay then, see ya on Sunday.”

  Nodding her head, Miss Plush smiled a little as she watched Kanda ride away.

  Damn Trevor and Travis. Always something up with those two. Living on the ranch was like being in a fucking insane soap opera, half the time lately. If they could just keep their dammed jeans buttoned, my life would be easier.

  *~*~*~*

  She’d ridden for a while over the Triple K acreage, toward the ranch and was feeling a bit strange now after the odd conversation with the new cook. Why didn’t she have a man? There were plenty of men around her, but they all worked for her and that didn’t make her none too attractive, probably.

  Just being out here on the open land, life seemed so simple and uncomplicated. She remembered just then something her daddy used to say, Ride like there’s no tomorrow, because you never know if there’ll be one. That had been the best advice she’d ever been given and she tried to live by it.

  Kanda sat up straighter in her saddle. What the hell is all this kinda thinkin’ all of the sudden anyway? I’ve never even thought about this stuff most days.

  Maybe it was what her sassy old mom said just last night. ‘You ain’t getting any younger, Kan. Your brothers seem to have the right idea, getting mates and maybe gonna settle down.’

  Kanda had answered the same as she always had. ‘There ain’t a man who is man enough to do the job!’

  Her mom had made that sour face that Marge Kincade was famous for. ‘Oh, yeah? Well, one of these days, you’ll come face to face with him. I’m just hoping I’ll be alive to see it!’

  Shaking her head in disgust, she’d gone to her room. Yeah, fat chance in hell. A man who could impress her? He didn’t exist.

  Yeah, that was her mom’s statement to her, almost daily. ’Get yourself a man and a life.’ The thought of her mother and what she was up to just lately made her feel pretty pissed off as she rode wild and free across the large spans of land which would surely be all hers someday. You can own land and cows, but can you really own a heart? My heart is too locked up to even be reached.

  With a huff, she let her reins loose and slowed her pace down as she looked out over the wonderful Texas countryside that greeted her every day when she got up in the morning. Her mom was at it again, and she seemed determined to change this land. Marge was getting’ more difficult by the day. They’d had a real bad argument at the breakfast table about it, just this morning.

  Marge Kincade was a widowed woman and she’d made the ranch the success it was today. She’d operated it ever since her husband died and it was always understood that Kanda was being groomed to run it on her own someday.

  This whole ideal was funny to all the ranch hands and locals, since Kanda had two strappin’ men for brothers. However, neither brother had ever shown an interest. Her brothers were identical twins. In looks only, though. While one partied the nights away and had no care for business, the other worked hard, but wanted his own ranch.

  Marge just informed her this morning that she had an idea about how to expand the ranch, and keep the profits up. This was what caused the argument and what had Kanda’s stomach tied in knots right this minute.

  A mineral plant! Marge was convinced about it; she wanted the Triple K to harvest the rich soil that was natural to Fayette County.

  She couldn’t stand the thought of them digging holes in the land; of having trucks and ugly steel buildings all over the ranch.

  Interrupting her troubled thoughts, she spotted a flurry of dust rolling across the valley and she was puzzled. Everybody knew this was Kincade land. Who in the hell would be stupid enough to trespass here?

  She spurred her horse on and came up over the rise. Dust clouded her view. Talk about eatin’ someone’s dust! It looked to be some kind of vehicle heading out to Flat Rock. Somebody was 4 wheelin’ on her land? Well, whatever dumbass drove that vehicle was about to eat some Flatonia dirt when I catch up with ’em.

  The dust cloud slowed down and she finally caught up with the vehicle. It was a Hummer. Who the hell would be driving that monstrosity—all the way out here? Probably some city man out to prove his Hummer was bigger and badder than anyone else’s. She envisioned flattening his tires and smashing some glass.

  Finally, she came up closer and saw that the vehicle was parked, the driver’s door hung wide open with the engine still running. More perplexed than ever, she looked all around. No one in sight? Where in the hell—?

  Her horse was spooked by something and it reared up. She’d dropped the reins while looking for the intruder and she slid backward from the horse, her body hitting the ground with a
dust-clouded thump. The sky whirled above her, while her tailbone felt like cement had been rammed up her—

  “Are you okay?”

  She couldn’t focus as her entire body was still absorbing the ripples of pain from the fall. Then a face came into view.

  His eyes were what she registered first. Blue. But not just the average pair of blue eyes. Electric blue was the description that came to her mind. Then, his lips were next. Full and enticing—yes some nice, strong looking lips. His jaw came into sight and was well defined. Top all of it off with a pair of dark brows and dark raven hair and you had yourself the best-looking man she’d ever seen.

  He smiled and stood above her.

  Her baffled eyes took in long legs and thickly muscled thighs, encased in faded jeans. A trim waist was next on the visual journey, along with a black tee shirt that stretched tightly over a well-muscled chest. His arms were like banded steel and he had broad shoulders.

  What the hell? I must be dreaming—I‘m looking at prime rib!

  The End of Excerpt

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