Special Cowboy Menage Collection

by Morgan Ashbury

  “And your ex didn’t get his hands on any of that in the divorce?”

  “Ed is a bit of a trust fund baby himself. So, he had insisted on a prenuptial agreement, and my father insisted it be quid pro quo. Just for appearances sake, he’d assured Ed.”

  Jonathan laughed. “Your dad sounds like a good man to have around.”

  Tabitha sent him another winning smile. “I think so, too.”

  * * * *

  James was leaning against the Porsche as Jonathan navigated the pickup truck toward the house.

  “Look at that smile,” Jonathan said as he pulled the truck to a stop just a few feet from her car.

  Tabitha wondered how anyone would miss the fact that these twins genuinely loved each other. She laughed and said, “He looks as if he’s hooked. You may find your truck traded in for something small, red and fast.”

  “Naw. He might just go out and buy one, but he’d never trade in old Betsy here.” He patted the dashboard of the truck.

  “What did you guys do, stop off to see the scenery? I’ve been waiting for hours!”

  “Well, minutes, anyway,” Tabitha said. “You don’t strike me as the kind of man who would break the rules by speeding…overmuch.”

  “Guilty. Okay, let’s get your stuff inside. Then we’ll nag Mary into giving us lunch. Then we’ll take you on the nickel tour.”

  “Tour of the house?”

  “No, of the ranch.”

  They gave her the largest of the three guest bedrooms—although they made it clear she wouldn’t be spending much time alone in it. She tested the mattress on the king sized bed. It felt sturdy enough to handle them all and the action they were bound to get into.

  Tabitha didn’t know what to expect from them in front of other people, but found their teasing, laughing banter very easy to take.

  Mary welcomed her nicely, and had lunch waiting for them when they entered the kitchen.

  “It’s no one else’s business what we do behind closed doors,” Jonathan said quietly when she asked about how her presence on the ranch would be seen, and how it would be represented. “And besides, most of the time not even Mary—who has been with us for years—can tell us apart. Everyone here more or less treats us like one person.”

  They were on their way to the barn when he made that startling announcement. Tabitha stopped in her tracks, shocked.

  “You said something like that once before. You mean to tell me that neither of you is treated like an individual?”

  “It’s all right,” James said, his voice soothing. “Really. When we were younger we used to wear separate colors all the time so people could tell us apart. I’d wear blue mostly and Jonathan would wear brown. But we got tired of that, and tired of telling everyone which one of the Keller twins we were all the damn time.”

  “It’s not all right. What, is everyone else blind around here?” She didn’t have any trouble distinguishing between the two of them. What was wrong with everyone else?

  They treated her to twin smiles of delight. James swooped in for a quick kiss, followed by Jonathan.

  “Come on, woman,” the latter said. “Let’s ride.”

  The horse they chose for her was a beautiful chestnut mare named Aurora. She had just a tiny white patch on her head. Tabitha could see intelligence in the animal’s eyes. She loved horses. It was one of the reasons she’d been happy to transfer to Carson City—so she could take a larger, more active role in the Wild Horse and Burro program.

  “She used to roam wild. She was lassoed in the round up two years ago, and we adopted her.” Jonathan told her. He helped her saddle the horse, and Tabitha sensed he was watching to assure himself she did know what she was doing, and how to ride. She couldn’t blame him for that one bit.

  “She’s beautiful.” Taking the time to pet the animal, she also watched the men saddle their own mounts. Their actions were smooth, practiced. Looking at them now she couldn’t imagine either one of them off the range for long, yet James had seemed as at home in the casino as he was here.

  “We thought we’d take a slow ride. We could talk about…things.”

  James’s announcement brought color to her face.

  “I’m not used to that,” she said. Placing her left foot in the stirrup, she pulled herself up and onto the mare. It had been too long since she’d ridden.

  “What aren’t you used to? Having two lovers at the same time?”

  “Obviously. I’m not used to talking about sex, either.”

  “Fair enough. But you need to understand here, darlin’, sex is just where we’re starting. It’s sure as hell not where we’re finishing.”

  She knew her mouth was hanging open. Since neither one of them seemed inclined to say anything more, she had no choice but to urge her horse to follow them.

  * * * *

  “That shut you up,” James said. They’d slowed their horses and now he and his brother flanked Tabitha. “We told you we were playing for keeps. Just what did you think that meant?”

  “Think? You think I could think? I was creaming my panties. I wasn’t thinking at all.”

  James looked over at his brother. Jonathan’s eyes glinted in a way that told him her comment had instantly aroused him, too.

  “Don’t do that, darlin’. Riding a horse while I have an erection is one definition of torture,” James said.

  “Though it wouldn’t be so torturous if that erection was buried in a hot, wet pussy,” Jonathan mused.

  “Damn it, now you’re getting me horny,” she complained

  Tabitha looked at him, then at his brother. When she sighed, she seemed to deflate just a little. “I’m confused. Last night was the best night of my entire life. I didn’t know I could have that many orgasms in one night and survive. And I have no idea what in hell I’m doing here, or what comes next. No pun intended.”

  “I think this is one of those situations in life where we write the rules as we go along.”

  James had to give his brother credit. He tended to be the quiet sort, but he was a thinker.

  “Last night was the first test. I didn’t know how I would feel, watching my brother fucking the same woman I’d just had myself. I wanted this, but deep down I was more than a little worried that I’d be jealous. We’ve shared a lot of things, but we’d never shared a woman before. I was also worried that even though this was something we both believed we wanted, that when we got naked, the three of us, it would feel…wrong. But I felt neither jealous nor…dirty. It turned me on, sharing you. And it made me feel as if everything was right, because you gave Jonathan so much pleasure.”

  “Yeah, that about sums it up,” Jonathan said quietly. “Now what we need to know, darlin’ is how you felt. How did you feel fucking two men at the same time?”

  “Well, technically, I didn’t fuck you both at the same time.”

  Her voice had come out husky, her breathing had hitched. James bet her pussy was soaking wet and ready to be plundered. Scanning the horizon, there was nothing but open range, mountains and sky. Of course, he did have that blanket strapped on the back of his saddle.

  “Don’t worry, darlin’. You will. But that’s something we have to prepare you for. So beyond the technicality?”

  They’d stopped their horses. Now he and Jonathan both turned their mounts so they could see their woman’s face.

  “I felt wild. Wanton. And for the first time in my life I felt…sexy. Desirable.”

  “Darlin’, that sorry son-of-a-bitch you used to be married to ever shows his face around here, we’re going to have to punch his lights out.”

  James smiled because his brother had said it before he could.

  “You are sexy and desirable. And in about five minutes we’re going to prove it to you. Again.”

  “Oh, yeah? What happens in about five minutes?”

  There was a teasing light in her eyes, and James could see her nipples poking beneath her shirt.

  “In about five minutes, we’re going to reach a fe
nce line and a tree. There, we’re going to tie up our horses, spread out this blanket I’ve got tied to my saddle, and maybe we’ll tie up you, too.”

  “I like the sound of that,” Jonathan said. “In fact, there’s a lot of things I’ve heard about over the years that I wouldn’t mind trying, Tabby-cat, if you’re feeling adventurous.”

  James smiled because once more his brother had voiced his very own thoughts. And it pleased him enormously that Tabitha looked even hornier than she had a few minutes before.

  She glanced at Jonathan, then shook her head. “It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.”

  “That didn’t sound like a ‘no,’” James said.

  “Damn right that wasn’t a ‘no.’ So where’s this fence line and tree, gentlemen?”

  James smiled. It was a good thing he and his brother had both stuffed some condoms in their pockets.

  “Why, darlin’, you sound downright eager.”

  “Yak, yak, yak,” Tabitha replied. The look she sent him raised his arousal even higher. “I thought cowboys were supposed to be men of action. Less talk. More fucking.”

  “A woman after my own heart,” Jonathan said.

  Tabitha looked at Jonathan, and then him, and her gaze was aimed right at his cock.

  “That isn’t the body part I’m aiming for.”

  “I guess the only thing left to say,” James laughed, “is head ‘em up and move ‘em out.”

  Chapter Seven

  Was there anything more arousing than standing naked before two handsome, horny men?

  Well, yes, Tabitha thought in the next instant. Standing naked before two handsome, horny men while she was tied to a tree.

  Her arms were stretched over her head, her wrists tied together with some rope Jonathan had attached to his saddle. They’d taken the time, and the care, to wrap her T-shirt around her wrists first, so the rope wouldn’t abrade her flesh. Then they’d flung the rope over a fairly low branch, pulling it tight, raising her arms so that she stood before them, a ritualistic offering.

  “This is giving me ideas. Scenarios from all the magazines I’ve read over the years…for intellectual content, of course.” Jonathan’s words washed over her in a tone that promised untold delights.

  “I never before understood the appeal of having a lover, naked, bound for my pleasure. But I’m beginning to understand it.”

  James’s voice had an equal effect on her. A slight breeze drifted past, chilling the already wet folds between her legs.

  She’d never been naked outside before. James and Jonathan both seemed unconcerned about anyone coming upon them, but the thought lay in the back of her mind that they were tempting fate and that they might be discovered. The extra salacious shiver of delight that thought birthed tickled her.

  “When we get home, I want to shave your pussy,” Jonathan said.

  The way he looked at her in that moment made her tingle. He stood beside his brother, both of them fully dressed. . Tabitha turned her gaze for one moment to the blanket the men had laid out about ten feet away on her left.

  “Always in a hurry,” James commented, flashing a huge grin when she flicked her gaze back to him. “Must be from working in ‘the Beltway.’ We do things in a more laid back fashion around here.”

  “You need to slow down, darlin’. Enjoy the moment. Maybe we’ll try some of that tantric sex I’ve been reading about.”

  James turned his smile on Jonathan. “Yeah. We’ll touch and tease and keep her just on the edge of orgasm for hours on end.”

  “You may wake up to a similar situation, you know,” Tabitha warned. In fact, she just might try tying up one of them—or both of them—and see if it thrilled her as much as her current situation seemed to be doing to them.

  “Perhaps. But for the moment, you appear to be all ours for the taking.” James stepped closer. His smile full of the devil, he reached out and used the back of his hand to stroke the underside of her right breast.

  “So incredibly soft there. Your breasts are delicious, so tasty and so very sensitive.”

  Jonathan came to a stop just on her left. He mimicked his brother’s action. The touch, light, tantalizing, puckered both of her nipples and triggered a roll of her hips. More of her body’s juices flowed.

  “They do taste delicious,” Jonathan agreed. Bending forward, he licked the nipple that had tightened so coquettishly for him.

  “Mmm.” She couldn’t keep silent when if felt as if his tongue was electric, setting her blood to a steady sizzle.

  “We want to play with you, Tabby-cat,” James whispered. He stroked the underside of her breast again, only this time he trailed his fingers down her front, then over to rub just above her mound.

  “We’ll make shaving you a daily ritual. We’ll take turns every morning. One of us will hold you in the shower, the other will glide the steel across your flesh. Sound good?”

  “Yes. I’ve never showered with a man.”

  Jonathan smiled. “The bed isn’t the only extra large appointment in your room. The attached bath has a big Jacuzzi tub and a shower large enough to hold a party in. Which we plan to do.”

  “Oh, yeah? Just a couple of party animals, are you?”

  “Well, we’re fixing to have us a party in your pussy in just a few minutes. Now, hush.”

  They were two separate men, but when they got that look in their eyes, it seemed they were on the same wavelength. Jonathan moved around behind her. And then they put their hands on her.

  Her breasts were stroked, palms, fingers, a gossamer touch that teased then fled, returned and lingered. James’s strong fingers plucked her nipples, pulling them, the pressure just on the threshold of pain. Erotic and exotic, the sensation electrified, sending sizzling strings of heat along the wire that seemed to run from her tits to her pussy.

  Behind her, Jonathan stroked his hands down her back, his fingers stretching out along the sides of her breasts, dipping to the front of her to brush the hair on her pubis, then sliding back to cup and squeeze the cheeks of her ass.

  “You have so many different textures, Tabitha. All soft, but different. I’ll bet the flavors vary, too.”

  He brushed her hair aside and gave her an open-mouthed sucking kiss on the side of her neck, just where her neck connected to her shoulder.

  The wet heat was duplicated as James bent forward and took her right nipple into his mouth. His sucking felt so strong, Tabitha wondered if he wanted her entire breast in his mouth. Lips and tongue pleasured her as one sly hand slowly crept down. Long male fingers combed through the blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. Combed through, then kept their stroke slow and steady as they teased her labia.

  “Spread your legs for my brother,” Jonathan whispered. Tabitha could only obey. He moved his mouth along the back of her neck, tasting shoulder blades on a slow, deliberate motion that had her nearly begging. She caught his motions out of the corner of her eye as he stuck his index finger in his mouth and sucked it.

  Then she felt the wet stroke of his finger against her anus.

  “Oh, God!” The explosion of arousal flooded her. No lover had ever touched her there, and the urge to push back was irresistible.

  “Oh, darlin’, you like your ass played with, do you? We’re going to have so much fun. I can hardly wait until I can fuck your ass with my cock. You’ll be hot and tight around me. I’ll keep thrusting in you till you scream in pleasure.” Jonathan’s whispered words stoked her fires and stole her breath.

  “You turned her on. Her hungry little pussy clenched my fingers and then drenched them. I think I can get three of them inside her now.”

  A finger stroked up and down over her anus, causing her inner muscles to grip and release as if trying to grab an elusive lover. Fingers thrust into her pussy, in and out in a relentless rhythm, reaching high to tease her g-spot while at the same time a thumb caressed her clit. Up and down, back and forth, her arousal climbed and climbed.

  “More!” She had to beg, b
ecause she felt so close, so very close to coming. She just needed a tiny bit more.

  As one they stepped away from her, depriving her of their wickedly sensual touch.

  “But we’re remiss. We should strip, too.”

  “Damn it!” Tabitha didn’t mind if they knew she felt desperate.

  James chuckled at the frustration he could likely hear in her curse. Jonathan leaned in close and sent a puff of hot breath over her ear when he said, “Patience, Tabby-cat.”

  He walked around in front of her to join his brother, and together they began to undress. Tabitha had never been left so strung out. Her hands weren’t even free to pleasure herself. She tried pulling her legs together, rubbing them close to stimulate her clit, to spark the flames of her passion, to come.

  “Ah, ah. No cheating. The pleasure of making you come is going to be ours, Tabby-cat.”

  “You’re always calling me that. No one has ever called me that. Hurry.”

  “We call you that for a very good reason,” Jonathan said as he dropped his shirt and toed off his boots. “Because you’re our very own private pussy.”

  She couldn’t decide which one of them to watch. They were absolute studs, and both of them so hard she found it amazing they could tease her so patiently.

  Whenever Ego Ed had been hard he’d needed to get his rocks off as fast as possible. Wham bam, but too self-centered to even say thank you, ma’am.

  Don’t think of that asshole at a time like this. Shirtless, the Kellers were impressive. Totally naked, she thought they might just be enough to make her come from simply watching them and nothing more. She waited, eagerly, to feast her eyes on them naked again.

  Jonathan took the time to pull the belt from his pants, making the motion a tease in and of itself.

  The sight of the leather in his hands, the way he stroked it before tossing it on the ground wrung a groan from somewhere deep inside her.

  “The sight of that belt in my hands excited you? Maybe I’ll turn you over my knee, lay the flat of my hand across your naked ass a few times. I won’t use my belt on you, baby. I won’t hurt you like that even if you beg,” Jonathan said.