by Jane Jamison
When the noise of the clucking died down, she dared to take a step toward the coop. Then another. Then another.
Oh, shit. I’m doing it. I’m really doing it.
Then she was at the door and pulling it open. She tensed and got ready to duck in case chickens came flying out of the small building. When none did, she breathed a sigh of relief, then bent low and went inside.
At first, the smell had her holding a hand over her nose. Once the stink became manageable, she started moving toward the row of boxes along the wall that housed the chickens’ nests.
There are the eggs. Maybe this isn’t going to be as hard as I thought.
She reached into the first box, got the egg and placed it in her basket, then continued going down the line. With each box, she began to relax a little more.
Until she came to the last box.
The hen sitting inside it gave her a black, beady-eyed look.
“Oh, hell. Why aren’t you outside with all your friends?”
The hen eyed her some more. Was she planning her attack?
“Okay, sweet little chickie, here’s how it’s going to go down.” She swallowed and hoped the chicken liked the sound of her voice. “I’m going to ask you to get up and out of your box. Then I’ll get the egg and you can have your nest back. Sound good? No fuss and definitely no pecking.”
She gathered her nerve then slowly so as not to disturb the hen, slipped her hand underneath the still-sitting chicken. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, kind of warm and toasty, but why wasn’t the dang bird moving?
Yet when her fingers touched the side of the egg, she almost shouted with joy. “Ooh. There it is. Just a little more.”
The hen moved, clucked a rather unfriendly sound, then lifted onto its legs. Jilly’s fingers closed over the egg and tugged it out as fast as she could.
And broke the egg.
“Nooo. This is so gross.”
Yet standing there with egg all over her hand wasn’t as bad as seeing the hen’s accusing stare. Didn’t the stupid thing know they were going to eat the egg anyway? It wasn’t like she’d just kill a baby chick.
Not really. Right?
“I’m so sorry for your loss.” Backing up, she kept her attention on the chicken until she was sure she was next to the door. Whirling around, she dashed out of the coop, sending the chickens in the pen fluttering and squawking away from her. Once outside the pen, she made sure she closed the gate and put the latch in place.
“Holy crap, I did it.” Holding up the basket of eggs, she was filled with pride. She’d conquered her fear without losing an eye. Just an egg. “Now to find my guys.”
* * * *
“How’d she do?”
Alex edge away from behind the barn door and grinned at Mike. “Ask her for yourself. She’s headed this way.”
“Then she did it? After what Caleb told me, I wouldn’t have bet on her.”
Alex wouldn’t have, either. But he wasn’t going to say so.
“So you were laying bets on me. No pun intended, by the way.”
She’d looked beautiful getting out of her car, but she looked even better standing in the doorway of the barn with the morning sun forming a halo around her. Her blonde hair—hair he now knew wasn’t natural, but who cared?—billowed around her head as the light streamed through it. Her dress floated around her body with the slight breeze and showed her curves. She wasn’t dressed to work on a ranch, but that didn’t bother him. He had no intention of making her do chores. Not when he could do her instead.
Yeah. The ranch can wait.
She held out the basket to him, then lifted her other egg-dripping hand in the air. “Two questions. Where do you want me to put the basket? And do you have anything I can use to wipe off my hand?”
Mike sauntered out of the shadows and took the basket. “Did you get all of them?”
“I did. Well, obviously there was one casualty.”
“Please tell me it was just the egg and not a hen.”
She narrowed her eyes at Mike. “Yes. And thanks so much for worrying about my safety.”
Alex laughed, then grabbed a cloth. He took her egg-soaked hand and wiped off the yellow mess. “That’s our Mike. Safety of the livestock comes before safety of the human.”
Mike rested the basket on a work table. “Let’s get real here, people. No one’s ever been pecked to death.”
“There’s always a first time,” she argued.
Alex chuckled again. Not only was she sexy as hell, she was witty, too. “So are you ready for your next lesson?”
Her light-blue eyes captured him, holding him in a prison he never wanted to escape. “Are we talking about learning how to do ranch chores? Or being a submissive?” She blinked, then added, “Sir.”
“See that ladder?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get on up it. You’re going to help us get some hay down to the horses.”
Her pretty smile, the kind that made her nose crinkle, slowly faded away. “To these horses, sir?” She nodded her head toward the eight stalls, four on each wall, with a horse in each of them.
“That’s right.”
“But how?” Her gaze jumped from the top of the hayloft to the first stall. “Isn’t it too far away to toss into their cages, sir?”
“They’re called stalls, not cages.” He put his hand on the small of her back and led her to the ladder. Just that one simple touch torched the fire already flaming inside him. But seeing her start up ladder made him hotter than hell. Her dress wasn’t short, but from the vantage point he had, he could see everything.
Daamn. She’s not wearing any undies. Our sub’s ready for her lessons, all right.
She maneuvered the ladder well, taking each rung and moving confidently upward. Giving his cousin a glance and a grin, he took hold of the first rung and started after her. “We have to toss the hay off the loft, then carry it from down there over to the stalls.”
Mike was on his heels, coming up the ladder after him. By the time Alex made it to the loft, Jilly had a pitchfork in hand and was doing her best to pick up a bale of hay.
“Hey, baby, don’t bother.” He took the tool away from her. But the fact that she’d gotten started working made him proud. She was doing her best to please them, even overcoming her fear of chickens, then getting to work on the hay. Especially when she had no clue what she was doing.
“Yeah.” Mike grabbed the pitchfork from him and leaned it against the wall. “Alex and I’ll handle this later.”
“Then what do you want me to do, sir?”
Alex could think of a lot of things he wanted her to do. None of which had anything to do with ranch chores. “Let’s get this lesson going.” He planted his feet apart, then fisted his hands on his hips. “Take off your dress. I wouldn’t want to see the pretty thing get messed up.”
To his complete delight, she didn’t hesitate. Instead, she slipped first one stringy little strap off her shoulder. The dress fell to the curve of her breast, almost to the point of exposing her nipple.
“Keep going.” Mike sat on a nearby bale of hay. He leaned forward to rest his forearms on his legs, his rapt attention all on her.
She slipped the other strap off, but held her arms in from of her, keeping the dress over her breasts. “Can I ask? Are you going to fuck me this time, sir?” She glanced from Alex to Mike.
“Is that what you want, baby?” His cock pushed against the hard material of his jeans, aching to get out and give her what she wanted.
“Yes, please, sir.”
She was beyond beautiful. Like an angel that had fallen from heaven and landed in their barn. They didn’t deserve her, but they’d gladly take her.
“Uncross your arms, darlin’.”
She did as Mike ordered, turning loose of the dress so that it fell to her feet. She wore no underwear and the hair that had covered her mons before was gone. Had she shaved just for them? But how had she known that was the way they’d wanted her?
> “Fuckin’ A, but she’s—”
“Beautiful.” There wasn’t a better word to use. She was sexy, hot, smokin’, and all the other adjectives men used to describe a woman, but all those words didn’t do her justice.
“Yeah. Alex, you’re right. Beautiful is the word.”
There was that blush he loved so much. He moved closer, but didn’t touch her. If he did, he was afraid she’d disappear in a puff of smoke, like a genie into a bottle. “Now it’s my turn, baby. Undress me.”
“Undress you?”
He didn’t scold her for not adding sir. “That’s right. Take my clothes off me. But try not to touch me. If you do, I might lose it.”
A soft smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Yes, sir. I’ll do my best.”
She started with his belt buckle. The slight tug she had to give to get it free from the holes made his cock twitch even more. If she tugged on his shaft that way, he’d get lost and have to fuck her right then and there.
“Keep looking at me,” he ordered.
She did her best, glancing down every so often when she had to. The buckle was undone and he felt her fingers ease under the jeans and pull the material so she could undo the button. Pain struck him as his aching cock fought to get free.
But she was clever. And maybe a little evil.
Instead of unzipping his jeans, she reached up to take hold of his shirt. Her lips were parted just enough for the tip of her tongue to peek out. He fought the urge to kiss her, keeping to a vow of letting her undress him without touching.
One button, then two were undone. Her gaze stayed fixed to his as her hands continued to do their job. Another slight tug brought his shirttail out and then the last two buttons were pushed through the holes.
She let go, then flicked her tongue over her upper lip. He groaned as a wave of yearning pummeled through him.
When she kneeled at his feet, he thought he’d have no choice but to drive his fingers through her tousled hair. Then, once she got his jeans free, he’d bring her mouth to his cock. Instead, he forced himself to stay in control.
She didn’t say a word. Instead, she took hold of his heel, urging him to lift his foot. A hard yank later, and she had his first boot off. The second came easier and she set them aside.
“Cousin, you’re killing me.” Mike came around behind her and started undoing his shirt. “I’m sure as hell not going to take time for her to undress me.”
He didn’t answer. How could he when she’d just taken hold of his zipper and pulled it down? His cock sprang forward as she pushed the flaps of his jeans aside then shoved the denim to his ankles. He stepped out of his jeans. But when she cupped his balls and brought his shaft toward her mouth, he had to stop her.
“Hang on, baby.” He pulled her to her feet.
“Did I do okay, sir?”
Would she always be so submissive? Or, once she knew them better, would the fiery side of her come out? He had a feeling it would. He’d enjoy all sides of her personality.
“You did great, but we’re not finished by a long shot.” Alex touched her cheek. “Mike, I’m thinking my belt is going to waste.”
“Sure is.” Mike, naked and fully erect, snatched up the belt then pulled her arms behind her. “Throw me that rag over there.”
He hated putting any distance between himself and Jilly. As though an invisible belt already connected them, he felt the pull back to her as soon as he went to the rack on the far wall and took the towel off its hook. Along with it, he grabbed a rope, an idea forming in his mind.
“Let’s tie her hands in the front, man.”
Mike didn’t look confused for long. Not after he saw the rope. “Good idea.”
Alex handed the towel to Mike, then turned her around to face his cousin. “You take care of her hands and I’ll do the rest.” The wooden beams running overhead were perfect. He was surprised that he hadn’t thought of them before.
Mike wrapped the towel around her wrists, then did the same with the belt. By the time he had it buckled around her wrists, holding them together, Alex had tossed the rope over the closest beam.
“You aren’t planning on stringing me up, are you, sir?”
“Not in the way you mean.” Alex cupped her nice, apple-round ass. “Loop this around the belt, Mike.”
Mike made quick work getting the rope around her wrists. Alex tested the rope, then brought her arms up and over her head. “Do you remember the colors, baby?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t be afraid to use them, okay? We don’t want to hurt you.”
“Sane, safe, and consensual. That’s the way it goes. Right, sir?”
“You’ve got it, baby.” He gripped the rope with two hands and started pulling it over the beam. Her arms came up slowly so he wouldn’t jerk her too roughly.
Mike let out a slow whistle. “Your tits were great before, but with your arms over your head? Damn.”
“Can’t say that the backside of her isn’t fine, too.” Alex took the end of the rope and strode over to tie it to the railing. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Green, sir.”
“Try calling us Dom Mike and Dom Alex, baby.”
“Yes, sir. I mean, yes, Dom Alex.”
“Good girl.”
“She’s been really good today. In fact, I think she deserves a reward.”
He had to agree with this cousin, but wished he’d thought of it first. “What do you have in mind?”
Mike leaned over and cupped her mons. She startled, but the surprise on her face soon morphed into absolute lust.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
“Yes, Dom Mike.” Using the rope to steady her, she shifted her legs apart.
The glistening between her legs was a clear giveaway that she was already ready for them. “She’s wet, man. Either you get a taste of her or I will.”
“Why can’t we both?” Mike reached around and slapped her butt cheek. “You take one side and I’ll take the other.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” He couldn’t stand it any longer. Spanking her once, he went to his knees behind her as his cousin did the same in front of her.
Her ass was so pretty and round with just the right amount of jiggle. He slapped it again, then brought his teeth to her smooth skin. Her cheeks were a perfect fit for his hands as he nibbled and licked his way to the crevice between her butt cheeks.
She moaned, telling him that his cousin had found his way to her pussy. He closed his eyes, the better to savor the way she felt, the way she smelled, as he pushed his face between her butt cheeks and lashed his tongue around the tight hole. Her body trembled under his touch and he wanted to believe it was more because of his nibbles and sucks than Mike’s.
In that moment, without a doubt in his mind, he knew they’d found the woman they were meant to love. Just as swiftly, he offered her his body, his mind, and his heart. All she had to do was take them.
Chapter Six
Jilly jerked the rope, but it held fast. Not that she wanted to get free. Why would she with Mike licking her pussy and sucking on her clit? With Alex fondling her butt cheeks and torturing her ass hole with his tongue?
Her body was alive, all nerve endings sizzling over her skin. Her senses heightened, bringing in the aroma of the hay, but with an underlying musk that was all male. If she’d had to speak a color, she doubted she would’ve been able to speak. They’d tied her arms and pulled them over her head, but it was her body and mind that were tied. Tied to them for as long as they wanted her.
She moaned and threw her head back and bit her lower lip. Tremors flashed through her as her body responded to every touch, every swipe of their tongues. She’d dreamed of having their hands and mouths all over her body, but the dreams paled in comparison to the reality.
Even the sounds they made as they drank from her were a heavenly torment. She didn’t know whether to thrust her hips forward or push back against Alex’s mouth. Her only wish was that one of them could’ve
had his mouth in two places, with one of them being on her nipple.
Again and again they lashed at her. Juices flowed between her legs and ran down her inner thighs. While Alex fondled her ass, Mike held onto her legs, helping to keep her weakening legs from giving in.
Alex added fingers to the mix, stretching her tight anus. Would he fuck her from behind? Would they fuck her at all?
But when Mike added fingers to her pussy, it was all over. As much as she wanted, she couldn’t hold on any longer. The climax buzzing through her joined in her abdomen, taking the delicious attack of both men and combining it until it was one huge ball of need.
Her orgasm flashed through her, overwhelming her. She cried out, her body shuddering, her arms tugging at the rope that held them.
“That’s it, darlin’. Let it fly.” Mike brought his mouth back to her pussy, driving her impossibly to another rise of the orgasmic cliff.
Alex plunged his fingers again and again, butt-fucking her as he bit at her flesh. He swiped his tongue between her crease, then over her skin.
She cried out and yanked, trying to get away, trying to touch them. Blackness threatened to take her, but she held on, determined to enjoy every moment of her release. She was still trembling when Mike rose and took her face in his hands.
“Look at me, sub.”
She did and saw the need in his gray eyes. “Yes, Dom Mike.” Her words were a whisper, but it was all she could manage.
“Tell me you liked getting eaten out.”
“No, sir.”
His narrowed eyes challenged her.
“I loved it, Dom Mike.”
He laughed, then left her long enough to untie the rope. “We don’t want you getting sore. At least, not your arms.”
Alex caught her as her knees gave out. “Don’t go tiring out on us yet, baby. We’ve got to have you.”
