Cowboy Outcasts

by Stacey Espino

  “To cool off.”

  She was about to question him again but closed her mouth and leaned her head against his chest. Before he’d headed out in search of Hailey, not finding her in the house, he’d cleaned and refilled the main water trough behind the barn. Without air-conditioning in the house, he planned to dunk her in the cool water and then bring her inside for some fresh lemonade.

  Arden joined them, leaning against the side of the barn, one boot bent up against the wooden slats. It appeared he knew Callum’s plan, but they always did seem to read each other’s thoughts growing up. Arden could sense when he wasn’t at ease, signaling that a Tourette’s attack was imminent. He’d always looked out for Callum, so it would be foolish to stay mad at his big brother. He loved him more than anything—he was blood, family, his best friend.

  “Don’t think about it, just do it. She’s burning up. Same as me,” said Arden.

  It was one of the hottest days of the year. He lowered Hailey into the oversized metal tub, clothes and all. As soon as she broke the surface, she latched onto his neck and let out a squeal.

  “Callum!”

  “Hush now. It’s for your own good. I won’t have you sick with heat.” He continued to settle her into the water until everything but her head was submerged.

  “It’s freezing!”

  Arden set one knee on the grass and lowered his hand into the water. He wet his face and bare chest, well aware what the heat could do to a man. After working on the prairies all their lives, they’d lived through just about every medical and environmental emergency.

  When Hailey tried to climb out, struggling to right herself, Arden placed a palm against her stomach. “Settle, little lady. Callum’s taking good care of you. Better than I ever could.”

  The way his brother spoke carried a hint of sadness. Callum had originally been angry that Arden had abandoned him and then for taking Hailey out on an unsafe bike, but he still didn’t want him upset. It was time to leave the past in the past and look to the future. Now that Hailey had walked into Callum’s life, he actually saw a future for himself. She was a Godsend, a beautiful woman who didn’t judge him for his differences. She was like a breath of fresh air.

  “Better?” he asked.

  “I’m so cold,” she said, raising her arms out of the water, reaching for him. He hoisted her out, her body twice as heavy as water rushed down from her soaked clothing.

  “Let’s get you dried off and hydrated. No more foolish stunts either. One of these days you’ll get yourself killed.”

  “Don’t bring her in wet,” said Arden as they approached the side door of the house. Hailey looked over at his brother who walked alongside him. He sensed a connection between her and Arden he never knew existed. But she was unlike any of the women they’d ever tangled with.

  He set Hailey down, wondering if she’d cast her spell on Arden as well. His brother had always been a playboy, never keeping a girl for more than a couple weeks. Now he’d come home, maybe to start a new page in life. It would be a blessing if they could work together like they used to, preserving the family ranch. Only things would be different now…because of Hailey. There would be no love loss and loneliness.

  How would things be different for Arden though? He’d likely leave if he had to endure the same unfulfilling lifestyle. What if Hailey had eyes for Arden, too? Could Callum actually share his woman with his kin? The concept of sharing went against every fiber of his being. Cowboys were possessive to a fault and Callum was the worst of them. But Arden was his other half, the only man he trusted and loved since his father. The more he digested the idea, the more he realized it wouldn’t feel wrong to share with Arden. In fact, the idea began to intrigue him, seemingly too perfect. Hailey could be the binding agent to bring his small family together again.

  ****

  “Take off your clothes,” said Arden.

  She immediately looked to Callum, expecting him to defend her, to warn his brother to back off. Instead, he nodded once, urging her to comply.

  The prospect of stripping in front of two men was titillating. Her body was still wanton from her time with Arden. And she was getting cold and clammy in her sopping wet clothes. Hailey lifted the shirt over her head, letting it drop heavily to the ground. The balmy air tickled her exposed flesh. Only her bra hid her breasts from full view. The strength of the sun helped warm her damp skin, encouraging her to slip out of her pants as well.

  “She has a beautiful body,” said Arden, his eyes roving over her exposed flesh.

  “Trust me, I know it. I just have to think of her to get uncomfortable in the tractor. It makes for long days in the fields knowing she’s waiting for me.”

  “I wager she’s worth the wait,” said Arden. “Maybe thirty-two years’ worth.”

  Why were they agreeing? She’d pegged Callum as the type to have a jealous streak. In fact, both men were hardcore, Irish cowboys with dominant personalities.

  She didn’t question them or complain. Hailey felt a budding love for Callum and her attraction for Arden was undeniable. What if they both wanted her? Such a relationship seemed impossible in their day and age, but the men were already ousted from society, making rules of their own.

  They both approached, each tall and broad, eyes focused with deadly intent.

  “What?” she asked, looking back and forth at the men. Arden’s hair was wet from the water, his upper body still gloriously bare. Callum lifted his Stetson off his head and licked his thick lips. He looked hungry, like he had when they first made love.

  “I love her, Arden,” he said while still looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat hearing the words from his own mouth.

  “I know. She’s different.”

  “No playing games,” Callum said in warning.

  They spoke as if she wasn’t there, as if they were planning a shopping list, not double-teaming her body. She must be misinterpreting.

  “I taught you everything you know, little brother.” Arden slipped the strap of her bra off her shoulder.

  “Not everything,” said Callum. He cupped her breast as the material of her bra slid off to expose her nudity. Her nipples had already pebbled from the mix of chill and lust.

  The decision appeared to be made, an unspoken confirmation passing between the two men. They were like a team, moving and acting as if they’d rehearsed every touch. The more they dared to advance, the more forceful they became. They reminded her of sharks getting a taste of blood. She welcomed their animalistic behavior. Arden slid her panties down, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable.

  Part of her was thrilled that Callum allowed Arden to participate, bringing her fantasy to realization. But did it mean his commitment to her was weak? Was she a sexual object rather than relationship material in his eyes? She pushed her worries aside and savored the feel of their hands worshiping her body. They felt warm and strong, knowing where to touch and not to touch. So far her pussy had been avoided, allowing her time to liquefy, molten heat slipping down her inner thigh.

  “Callum…” She ran her hand through his short, dark hair as he trailed kissed down the center of her breast bone. Only last week she’d been a virgin. Now her entire world had opened up, exposing her to the wickedest erotic experiences.

  “I thought the townsfolk would have warned you about coming here. We’re to be avoided at all costs, or didn’t you hear?” asked Arden, tugging her head back by a handful of her hair. He stared into her eyes as his brother travelled lower down her body, his lips grazing her sensitive flesh.

  “I’m not afraid. I want you both.” Her words felt foreign after she’d spoken. She hoped she hadn’t offended Callum or said the wrong thing aloud. Maybe this was another test and she’d failed by desiring both brothers. She couldn’t help her human nature, or ignore the little voice inside her head that screamed both men were meant to be hers.

  “I’ve never shared a woman,” said Callum.

  “It’ll be a first for all of us.” Arden descended on
her lips, crushing his mouth to hers. He tasted masculine, addicting. She kissed him back, not even concerned with breathing at this point. His stubble scraped her cheeks and his fingers combed through her hair, holding her head in place.

  How had this happened? Hailey felt as if she were having an out of body experience—floating, soaring, being carried along on the waves of lust. The O’Shea men may be cowboy outcasts, but she wanted nothing more. She just hoped their ménage would stand the test of time. At this point she wasn’t sure it would last the night.

  “Are you still cold?” asked Arden.

  “I’m hot.” She felt like an inferno was building in her cunt, growing and spreading out to her extremities. Hailey ran her hands over Arden’s shoulders and chest, savoring the firmness of his muscles. He was larger than life, visibly perfect and beyond tempting. Wicked thoughts flitted in her head. She wanted the cowboy duo to take control of her body, make her theirs. Any inhibitions she may have had fled the moment they both agreed to share.

  Callum’s tongue swiped up her folds, startling her. The intensity was all consuming, making her knees weak. She couldn’t believe he’d just licked her pussy. And she wanted more. He secured her hips with his big hands, suckling her clit and exploring with his lively tongue. The sensations were electric. Each time Callum would clear his throat, the brief respite only added to her growing bliss.

  Arden grabbed her wrist and brought it to the front of his black jeans. His cock was ramrod hard, making her gasp. He smirked, a devilish tilt of the lips. “You have no idea what you’re in store for, sweetheart.”

  She was tempted to tell him not to hurt her. Two men invading her body was a daunting prospect. But she bit her tongue, knowing she’d welcome that kind of pain right now—craved it even.

  Callum stood up, towering over her. Her pussy felt empty and achy, in desperate need of attention. Side by side, her dark-haired cowboys made her heart race and inner walls tighten. They studied her curves, their eyes glazed over in lust. She hoped they liked what they saw. Hailey had always been a conservative girl, only concerned with her studies. Now she was standing in the yard of the ranch, without a stitch of clothing, acres of open prairie in all directions. She never wanted to return to her old self or old life.

  Callum removed his shirt and then slid his leather belt out of his Wranglers. The sound of the buckle made her nipples tighten. She wondered what it would feel like to be punished by him, to be turned over his knee and spanked like a naughty child.

  “We best get her inside before things get carried away.” Callum scooped her up into his arms. His chest was warm against her skin, and his strength continually aroused her.

  “So, I take it you’re not mad at your brother anymore?”

  He kissed her temple. “I can’t stay mad at him. He’s all I have left.” She wanted to say that he had her, but she kept quiet.

  Callum didn’t bring her upstairs as she expected. Instead, he sat down on the larger sofa and cradled her on his lap.

  “Touch me, darlin’. I wanna feel your little hand on my cock,” said Callum.

  Hailey loved when his rawness made its appearance. Day to day, he was a sweetheart with old-fashioned values. Once the heat turned up he transformed into a man possessed. She shifted to her knees and straddled his legs. The cooler air caressed her slick folds once her thighs were parted wide. Hailey was excited, anxious, and had never been so horny. She unbuttoned his pants with both hands and then lowered his zipper. When she slid her hand inside, searching for the virile length of flesh, Arden squeezed her ass from behind. Her breath caught.

  “Don’t worry about him,” said Callum. “Keep on going.”

  Hailey tried her best to ignore Arden’s probing hands and continued to release Callum’s erection. She’d never had a chance to see it up close. It was darker than the rest of his body with thick, bulging veins. It was an instrument made for her pleasure and she explored it with fondness, her curiosity aroused.

  “You’re so big,” she said. “I can’t believe that was inside of me.”

  “Now imagine two,” Arden whispered from behind. He licked the shell of her ear, sending shivers skittering along her skin. “Does that excite you?”

  She nodded, dropping her head back.

  “Stroke it, Hailey. Don’t stop touching me.”

  She was pulled in two directions, needing and wanting both men at the same time. Doing as asked, she gripped Callum and began to pump her fist. It amazed her how his cock thickened before her eyes, becoming even more intimidating.

  “Good girl,” said Arden. “Now climb up and sit on him.”

  She swallowed hard, the mix of anticipation and apprehension only making her pussy clamp down more. Hailey braced her hands on Callum’s shoulders and rose up high enough so he could aim himself directly at her entrance. Her breathing picked up as he slid the head of his cock back and forth to moisten himself. Every touch only teased her at this point.

  “Okay, take it all, darlin’.” He held the base of his erection as she ever so slowly impaled herself on his monster cock. She should have known he’d be well endowed by the size of his cowboy boots. He filled every inch of her, leaving no cell untouched. She tightened around him, reveling in the fullness.

  She leaned forward now, yearning for intimacy, not just sex. Being connected with Callum was special to her, not just a joining of the bodies. She kissed his neck, unable to control her need to devour him.

  “Sweet, baby girl. You’re all ours,” Callum murmured, his arms wrapped around the small of her back. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, raring to go. “I’m never letting you go.”

  Ours. The single word was confirmation of her two most fundamental questions—they’d claimed her and they planned to share her.

  She was startled when Callum’s palm came down on one side of her ass. The solid sound echoed in the room.

  “You’re on top, Hailey. You have to work his cock on your own,” said Arden, his hand smoothing up and down her back. He had one knee on the sofa beside Callum, his clothes completely off. She turned her head enough to see him stroking his own cock. He was huge. That mysterious trail of dark hair she’d admired all morning and afternoon led to something she never expected.

  She was still so inexperienced but eager to learn everything. Hailey began to lift her weight up and down over Callum’s cock. Every minor stroke increased the heat building inside her. Her eyes lolled back in her head from the pressure and pending orgasm.

  Callum assisted her once she worked up a consistent rhythm. He gripped her hips, helping her rise and fall over his hardened flesh. Each time she’d drop down, she’d let out a groan. The delicious friction made her nearly delirious. She wanted to drop her weight and allow him to lead her.

  “It feels…so good,” she managed to say. Arden watched her, monitoring her expressions and reactions. She felt dirty and uninhibited, the dark side of her desires unleashed. “I want more.”

  She knew her request would be met. It was a carefully decided moment because she was aware there’d be no turning back. She’d have to woman up and take two extremely ready males.

  She felt a cool, lubricated finger press against her asshole. It stunned her for a moment before she realized it was Arden preparing her rear entrance. The forbidden touch was surprisingly erotic, thousands of tiny pinprick sensations firing to life.

  “Don’t tighten, Hailey. Just relax. Focus on Callum’s dick, not my finger.” Even in their heightened arousal, they still took the time to fully prepare her. The gesture put her at ease and made her affection for the men grow.

  It was hard to ignore the probing finger which quickly turned into two. He scissored his moist fingers, stretching her stubborn sphincter muscle. After studying science for years, she knew human anatomy well. She was aware, medically, that her virgin ass could take Arden’s full length with no ill effects if he was well lubricated. She had to relax and not tense up. Arden may not have gone to college but he certainly knew
the rules when it came to sex. She suspected by the end of the night, he’d be able to teach her a thing or two.

  Chapter Ten

  Sex had never meant much to Arden. It was a means of sexual release and short-term entertainment. But for the first time he was fully engaged, anticipating every moment with the passion of his youth. He’d never found a woman who gave him pause—until now. Hailey was sweet, down to Earth, and didn’t judge like a typical woman. Callum had chosen well.

  At first he’d been happy for his brother. His life had been a constant challenge and he deserved to find love and peace. Now Arden saw the potential of the same peace for himself. Could the little blonde scientist be the woman to tame him? What would life on the family ranch be with a woman under foot? Could the years finally be worth living for Arden and his younger brother? He suspected Hailey could be the answer, but he was still wary.

  Her mewling sounds fueled him, filling his head, his lungs, and his heart with her essence. He began to kiss her back, preparing to engage her body. Never in his life had he shared a woman with his brother or any other man. The idea was erotic but unnatural. However, from the second the decision had been made, it was like their threesome was meant to be, the answer to the major setbacks in their lives. He was as comfortable with Callum as he was in his own skin. Sharing a woman was the most logical progression if they wanted a future together on the O’Shea Ranch—one worth living.

  Although part of him was like a rider at the starting gates, full of hope and pumped up on adrenaline, another part was terrified to lower his guards. He’d been rejected all his life. First, for being Callum’s brother, the boy everyone considered either demon-possessed or retarded. Then for the person the townsfolk turned him into—an outcast who lived for fighting. Violence was in his blood, and he fought well. If it wasn’t to defend his brother, it was to punish assholes that pissed him off. The more the town hated him, the more he retreated from regular society.