Jenna's Cowboys

by Laura Jo Phillips

  “What date?” Jenna asked, her face brightening. Cole told her and she smiled. “I’m so excited about this. I sure never thought anyone would throw a baby shower for me.” Then her smile faded a little.

  “What’re you thinking?” Dillon asked.

  “Nothing,” she said, not looking up from her plate.

  “Jenna,” he said, then waited for her to look up. “Share, angel.”

  “It’s stupid.”

  “Let us be the judges of that,” Cole said.

  “I’m just wishing I had something besides sweat pants and a giant tee shirt to wear to my own baby shower. I’ll try ordering something online again. Maybe I’ll have better luck the second time around.”

  “No need,” Dillon said. She looked at him curiously. “We spoke with Doc today and got an all clear to fly you to Missoula in the chopper, with Meg, to do some shopping at a big maternity store they have there.”

  Her eyes widened. “No kidding?”

  “No kidding, baby,” Cole said, smiling at the expression on her face. “We’ve already called the clinic and they’re loaning us a wheelchair that Meg can push around the store and into dressing rooms. And we’ll stay close, too, just in case.”

  “When?”

  “How’s tomorrow sound?” Dillon asked. “We know it’s kind of short notice, but it’s the only day Meg has free for the next week.”

  “Tomorrow’s great,” she said happily. “Thank you so much for this. I can’t believe you set this up and I’m so grateful. I know a few clothes probably doesn’t sound like much, but it really means a lot to me.”

  “You’re wrong there, baby,” Cole said. “It’s important that you feel good about yourself. Doc understands that or else he wouldn’t have agreed.”

  Jenna was so excited at the prospect of going into town and doing some real shopping that she had a hard time finishing her dinner. She was thoroughly sick of wearing nothing but pajamas, sweats, and t-shirts. And she really needed some new bras.

  After the kitchen was cleaned up, Cole and Dillon ran a bath for her and, since she was mostly healed now, left her alone to soak for a while. They kept the door open and she had her intercom remote close by, but it was still nice.

  After helping her out of the tub and drying her off, Dillon picked her up and carried her into the bedroom before she got her pajamas on. She was about to ask why when she noticed that the bedroom lighting was turned down, a few scented candles had been lit, and there were bath towels spread out on the bed. She smiled and leaned up so she could kiss Dillon on the jaw before he set her down on the towels. Cole helped her get comfortable and then they began rubbing the body butter into her skin again.

  There was something about their touch this time that was different than before. It was slower, more sensual somehow. She relaxed into it, letting herself enjoy the sensation of their warm hands on her skin, rubbing, stroking, massaging as they worked their way from her feet up her legs to her stomach. When she felt Dillon’s mouth on her, pressing slow, gentle kisses in a trail following his hands she sighed softly.

  Cole smiled at Dillon when Jenna didn’t tense up as they’d feared. They moved from her stomach to her breasts and this time their touch was definitely more sensual than before. Jenna moaned softly when they stroked her nipples into taut peaks, then leaned down to suck them into hot mouths, laving them gently with their tongues. Her breathing sped up and Cole lifted his head to check on her.

  “You okay, baby?”

  Jenna shivered at the heat in his voice even as she nodded. “I thought Doc said no sex,” she said, raising one hand to stroke Dillon’s hair as he continued his attentions to her breast.

  “Do you remember what you asked us to do the other night?”

  Jenna tried to concentrate through the intense pleasure caused by Dillon’s mouth, but she had no idea what he was he talking about. “No, I don’t think so.”

  “You must have been talking in your sleep again,” Cole said.

  “Uh oh. What did I say this time?”

  “You asked us to call Doc and tell him to give you a fricken’ break already. Your words, baby, not mine.”

  Jenna frowned. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite grasp the memory. Cole continued. “You said to tell him that you were having twins, and sleeping between twins, and that between the hormones and the pheromones you were about to lose your mind.”

  Jenna’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she said faintly. “I thought I dreamed that.”

  “Maybe you did, angel,” Dillon said after releasing her breast. “But you said it out loud, too.” He got another bit of body butter and began massaging it into her shoulder and arm while Cole did the same on the other side. “Unfortunately Doc, his brother, and their wife were gone a few days celebrating their anniversary, so today was the first chance we had to talk to him.”

  Jenna was silent for a long moment, but she had to ask. “You didn’t tell him what I said though, right?”

  “Honey, we told him exactly what you said,” Cole replied. “He said you had a good point and gave us the go-ahead so long as we keep a close eye on you, which we’d do anyway.”

  “Oh God,” Jenna said, her face heating. “How am I ever gonna look him in the eye again?”

  “Don’t be embarrassed, angel,” Dillon said. “For one thing, he’s a doctor. He knows better than most what your hormones are doing to you. For another thing, like you said, you’re only human. And so are we, for that matter.”

  Jenna admitted to herself that Dillon was right and let it go for a more immediate concern. “Are you two sure you really want to do this?”

  Dillon was putting the lid back on the jar of body butter and stopped in surprise. “Are we sure we want to make love to you? Is that what you’re asking?” Jenna nodded, biting on her lip nervously. Dillon finished with the lid and set the jar on the bedside table, then stretched out beside her and gently freed her lip from her teeth. “I’m not sure I know any words that can fully express how much we want you, Jenna,” he said, looking directly into her eyes as he spoke. “We’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever. For most of that time we feared it would never happen. That you’d never want us again after what we did.”

  Jenna felt tears gather in her eyes as she looked at Dillon, then Cole. “I need you two to understand something,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

  “All right, baby,” Cole said, stretching out on the other side of her. “What is it?”

  “I want this, but it’s not because of hormones and pheromones.” She paused, frowning. “Well, not completely, anyway.” They chuckled. “I never regretted our night together. Not one single moment of it. It really was the best night of my life. I told myself so many times that it was enough, that I had my one night, and I was happy with that. But the truth is that I never stopped wanting you. Not even when I was scared of you finding out about my pregnancy which, to be honest, really confused the hell out of me. I don’t think I’ll ever not want you.”

  Dillon couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat, so he leaned over and kissed her instead. Only this time he didn’t stop at a peck. He rubbed his lips against hers, teasing them with his tongue until she parted them. Then, for the first time in more than seven months, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and reveled in the taste of her flooding his senses.

  They’d only spent one night with Jenna, but he’d dreamt of kissing her every single night since. He ran his hand lightly from her shoulder to her collar bone, to between her breasts before cupping one gently in his palm and stroking his thumb over her nipple which instantly hardened. Jenna’s soft moan forced an answering groan from deep in his throat.

  “God, Jenna,” he said when they broke apart for air, “it feels so good to touch you again, to kiss you again. It may sound crazy since we only had that one night, but I’ve missed this.”

  Jenna understood. One night with them had addicted her to their touch, too. Dillon’s hand left her breast, s
troked over her rounded stomach to her hip, then slipped down to her thighs before dipping between her legs. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. When Cole’s hand joined Dillon’s she couldn’t help but moan again.

  She reached out with both hands, fumbling just a little until she found their cocks and wrapped her hands around them, but they both stopped her. “No baby,” Cole said, gently removing her hand. “You need to lie still and let us do this. You don’t have enough energy to do more than that.”

  “But I want to touch, too,” she said, surprised to hear the pout in her own voice. Dillon chuckled as he leaned over to kiss her neck.

  “We’ll let you do that another time,” he said. “For now, just relax and enjoy.”

  Jenna arched a brow at that. “Relax?”

  “Hush, angel,” he said, then silenced her with another kiss. Since she really had no other choice, she tried to relax as they worked together, stroking her, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. It didn’t take long for her to get lost in the pleasure of their touch, especially when they began kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts like they’d never get enough.

  Cole coaxed her to turn her face toward him, then he kissed her deeply, telling her without words how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. When she moaned into his mouth, he deepened the kiss. When her hand rose to run her blunt nails across the nape of his neck before pulling him closer, he feared he might actually come, her touch felt so good.

  Dillon watched, smiling. He hadn’t forgotten how beautifully and naturally Jenna responded to both of them sexually, displaying no hesitation or inhibition, but it made his heart soar to experience it again. “You’re gonna get tired real fast, angel,” he said when Cole broke the kiss so they could breathe. “That means we’re not going to be able to do a marathon tonight, much as we’d like to.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “Don’t be,” he said. “We happen to love our little ogres even if they are causing all of us a bit of temporary inconvenience.”

  She smiled. “What do you want to do?”

  “What we’d like more than anything is to join with you at the same time,” he said, his voice growing deeper with each word. “If you don’t think that’ll be too much for you.”

  Jenna shuddered, her eyes dilating with arousal. “Yes, I want that,” she said throatily. Then she frowned as she looked down at her abdomen. “How?”

  “Leave that to us, baby,” Cole said. “You just relax and let us do the work, otherwise you’ll likely fall asleep half way through.”

  Jenna laughed softly, then sighed as the pleasure of their touch rolled through her. After a few minutes Cole’s hand left, causing her to murmur a soft complaint with the loss. He didn’t stay gone long though. When his fingers returned, they were warm and slippery, and stroking a different place.

  “Relax,” he whispered into her ear. “Just enjoy this.”

  “I am,” she gasped, a wave of pleasure running through her as their fingers filled her at the same time. She was close to coming, but they stopped before she could. She shivered, lost in the sensations, her eyes closed until she realized they were shifting positions. When she opened her eyes it was to see Dillon gently rolling her onto her side so that she was facing him. Then she felt Cole behind her, pressing against her, then into her, past the tight ring of muscle, going slowly and carefully while Dillon calmed and distracted her with his stroking fingers and hot mouth. She groaned and shivered, panting lightly with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her as Cole slid all the way inside her.

  “You all right angel?” Dillon asked.

  “Yes, but please hurry,” she whispered hoarsely between panting breaths.

  Cole wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as he shifted on the bed until his hips were at the edge. Then he rolled onto his back, causing her to moan as he shifted inside of her. She found herself lying on top of Cole, her head on his chest. Then she felt hands on her thighs and opened eyes she didn’t remember closing to see Dillon standing between their legs which now hung over the edge of the bed.

  Knowing her energy had a limit, he wasted no time entering her. He went slowly at first, but she was hot, and wet, and tight and it had been so long that he couldn’t help but drive forward until he, too, was buried deeply inside of her. He held himself still while they reveled in the sensation of being joined again.

  “God, I missed this so much,” Cole said gutturally.

  “Me too,” Jenna managed while Dillon could only gasp his agreement. When he could hold himself motionless no more, he pulled slowly back, then plunged deep while stroking the little bundle of nerves just above where they were joined. Jenna groaned as she came, her body tightening as her orgasm rippled through her.

  “She’s coming already,” Dillon rasped as her sheath tightened and pulsed around him.

  “I can feel it,” Cole growled, holding her hips firmly as he arched up into her.

  They fell into their familiar rhythm, trying to take it slow and careful. But Jenna continued to come, just as she had the first time they’d taken her this way, and they couldn’t stop themselves from increasing the speed of their thrusts in response. Dillon’s head went back as he drove into her, listening to her moans and gasps of pleasure with every stroke, her velvety heat tightening and rippling around him. His own orgasm erupted suddenly despite his attempts to hold it back, surprising him a little. Cole came at the same time, both of them driving deep as their bodies went taut, not even breathing as they rode a wave of intense pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

  Chapter 16

  Jenna looked up at the sound of the bell on the front door of the shop, then smiled when she saw it was Meg. “How you doing, Sugar?” she asked, coming around the counter to where Jenna sat on a high padded stool with a full back that Cole and Dillon had brought in and insisted she use.

  “I’m great, Meg,” she said as Meg hugged her tightly. “How’re you?”

  “I’m good, though disappointed I couldn’t go shopping with you yesterday,” she said. “That means you need to tell me all about it.”

  “It was fantastic,” Jenna said. “And a little embarrassing.”

  “Embarrassing?” Meg asked, wondering how shopping for baby furniture could be embarrassing.

  “Yeah, just a bit,” Jenna said, blushing a little though the smile didn’t leave her face. “We went into that great big baby store, you know.” Meg nodded. “So I’m in this wheel chair with Cole pushing me, and Dillon goes straight to the cashier and asks to see the manager. A minute later this guy comes to the front looking a little nervous and Dillon introduces himself. He proceeds to tell the man that my energy is limited, and that we have a lot to buy since we’re having twins, and not a lot of time to do it in before I wear out. Then he says, this is the way this is gonna work, and if you can’t accommodate us, we’ll just go elsewhere.

  “So the man nods and says he’s sure he’ll be able to meet any reasonable demands which made Cole frown, but Dillon ignored it. He then tells the manager that he wants one employee, two would be better, to follow along and gather up the things we want. He wants a running total kept as we go cause we’re not standing around for an hour waiting for them to ring everything up. Then he says that since the amount of furniture and other merchandise we plan to buy won’t fit into our private helicopter, he wants it all shipped to the ranch by whatever method is fastest. Of course, by the time he mentions the helicopter the man has spotted the limo out front through the big windows so he’s practically salivating. Two minutes later we’re at one side of the store with three employees assigned to help us and off we go.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Meg said, laughing. “I do wish I’d been there. So did you get all you wanted?”

  “Oh, and then some,” Jenna said. “Thank goodness we’d done our homework on the store’s website. We got bassinets, cribs, dressers, two changing tables, hampers, hig
h chairs, walkers, baby monitors, blankets, clothes, bottles, carriers, four extra car seats and I don’t even know what all else. There was just so much. I checked things off our list as we went, and Cole took photos of everything we chose.”

  “Why’d you get cribs and high chairs and the like, Sugar? You won’t need those things for a while.”

  “Yeah, but the guys figured since we’ll need them eventually, we might as well get them. They’ll just store them in the garage.”

  “Good thinking. Sounds like you had fun.”

  “We did,” Jenna said. “So much fun. As fast as we went, we were still in there for an hour and a half. The manager was as good as his word though. He had one of the employees use a portable scanner on everything we selected. By the time we were done all he had to do was calculate a cost for shipping. Ten minutes after we were done picking what we wanted, we were out of there. Then they took me to lunch at this really nice restaurant. By the time we finished eating I was ready to crash of course but since we were done I didn’t really care.”

  “I’m surprised she came in today after such a busy day yesterday,” Susie said, coming in from the back of the shop.

  “It’s not like I have to do much,” Jenna said. “Susie’s doing such a great job with the shop that she doesn’t really need me anyway.”

  “Ha,” Susie said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t let her fool you, Meg. I can make all the Bliss products now and handle custom orders. I can also place orders with suppliers, stock shelves, help the customers and even do the banking. Anything mechanical like that, I can do, thanks to you, Flo and all the other women who helped teach me. But I lack the creativity needed to come up with new products, or worse, design custom scents. Honestly, it’s alchemy to me. Without Jenna’s touch, Senses lacks that special something that makes it so unique.”

  “My girl’s got talent, that’s for sure and certain,” Meg said, looking at her with so much pride that it made Jenna blush. “But I don’t think I’d agree to you lacking in creativity, hon. Those candles of yours don’t make themselves.”