Ménage on Moone Mountain

by Bella Settarra

  “Is that normal?” Her own question shocked her.

  Travis laughed. “What’s normal? I suppose everything’s normal for somebody. We don’t all have to be the same, do we?”

  Brooke flushed. “I suppose you’re right.” She looked down at her hands, which she was slowly removing from his grasp.

  “So you don’t like having two men looking after you, taking care of your every need, pleasuring you in ways you can’t even imagine?”

  Brooke felt a trickle between her legs, and stared into her lap. With no underwear on, she was worried it would show through her jeans. She pulled the long shirt down.

  Travis bent his head down to hers. “You haven’t answered my question, darlin’.”

  She stared up at him. “Umm, I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never really thought about it, not really.” She stammered as her brain raced around in circles trying to come up with an answer.

  He chuckled. “Well now, I thought it was every woman’s fantasy. I figured you girls thought about it all the time.”

  “Well, as you said, we don’t all have to be the same, do we?” She stood up, carefully pulling the shirt down even farther. “I just need to use the bathroom,” she said hurriedly as he started to stand up too.

  Once behind the closed door, which she noticed didn’t have a lock, she sat down and sighed. Her heart was racing, as were her thoughts. If she stayed, she was sure to grow to like him and Kent even more, and that worried her. It would be hard to say good-bye. Even harder if they had one of those ménage things he was talking about. She felt another rush of liquid between her legs at the thought and was glad she was in the right place to deal with it.

  Then it dawned on her. Kent was at the hotel collecting her things. How well had she hidden the letter? Would he…

  “Kent’s back at last.” Travis yelled from the front room. She took a deep breath, straightened herself out, and went to face the music.

  Chapter Three

  “I was hoping for some good news,” Travis muttered to Kent as he took the groceries into the kitchen. “Oh, I’ve persuaded Brooke to stick around for a while.”

  “Just for a couple of days. I hope I won’t be in your way?” Brooke tried to smile, but had already caught their anxious expressions and knew something was off.

  “Of course not. We’ll be glad to have you.” Travis threw her a salacious wink, and she blushed at the innuendo.

  “Terrific, I’ll take your things through.” Kent smiled and picked up Brooke’s bags.

  “It’s OK. I can do that.” She immediately strode over to her belongings, but Kent was too fast.

  “Now my momma’d never forgive me if she knew I’d let a lady carry her own bags,” he said with a frown. “Besides, shouldn’t you be resting up? Last time I saw you, you were sparked out on that sofa.”

  Brooke sighed. She had been hoping to check her things to see if anything had been tampered with. She bit her lip and smiled weakly as Kent carried her bags down the hall.

  “He’s right. You should be resting.” Travis gestured to the sofa, and Brooke slowly sat down, trying not to keep checking the door for Kent to come back.

  “I packed up everything I could find,” Kent called from down the hall. “Don Montgomery said he’ll keep anything I’ve missed when they service your room and we can collect it later. I hope that’s all right.”

  She could hear that he was still in her bedroom, and her heart hammered, wondering what he was doing in there.

  “That’s great, thank you. How about some coffee?” She got to her feet and headed for the door, but Travis got their first.

  “You just hold on a minute, darlin’. If you want coffee, I’ll make you one. You’re supposed to be resting, remember?”

  With an exasperated sigh she went back to the couch. “I just thought Kent might need one. He looked a bit tired.”

  “Don’t you worry about me, I’m fine, baby.” Kent appeared in the doorway and her head shot up.

  “How ’bout I make us all some coffee?” Travis left the room while Kent came to sit next to her on the sofa.

  “Um, so, was everything OK after the storm?” She scanned her eyes over Kent’s body.

  Kent sat back into the opposite corner of the couch. His pale green eyes narrowed as he studied her studying him. She fidgeted a little, feeling nervous.

  “The roads are mainly passable, and there doesn’t seem too much damage in town. A couple of trees came down and quite a few tiles have been blown off roofs, but that’s about it.” Although he answered her question, she got the impression he was just humoring her. She nodded.

  “I thought I might go down and see Mr. Hammond later. I just need to check that Blackie’s OK after last night. He was real spooked.” Brooke frowned as she thought of the poor horse. Fred Hammond would never forgive her if he’d been hurt.

  “Blackie’s fine. Travis took him back this morning. Don’t you remember?” Kent frowned at her thoughtfully.

  “Oh, yes, of course. I’d just like to see for myself, that’s all. And I want to apologize to Mr. Hammond.” She blushed and was grateful that Travis entered the room just then, carrying a tray.

  “I made sandwiches too. I hadn’t realized how late it’s getting. You must be starving.” He smiled at Brooke as he placed the tray on the coffee table and began to pour the coffee.

  “What time is it?” Brooke wasn’t sure how long she’d been unconscious but guessed it must have been a while if Kent had already been to town and back.

  “A little after two.” Travis handed her a plate of sandwiches.

  “I got talking to Don Montgomery back at the hotel.” Kent sipped his coffee.

  Brooke stared at the food in her hand as her heart pounded.

  “I can’t imagine he’s too busy down there right now,” Travis said.

  “No, he’s got no one staying there for a few days now that we’ve hijacked his best customer.” Brooke could feel Kent staring at her as he spoke.

  “It’s only for a couple of days,” she reminded him.

  “How long were you planning on staying there?” Kent obviously tried to make the question sound innocent, but Brooke felt as though she was being interrogated.

  “Just a few days. I hadn’t really decided.” She shrugged as casually as she could manage. Her heart thudded and she breathed deeply to quell the panic welling up in her. How much did he know?

  Kent nodded. “He said you could leave your car there as long as you want. He’s keeping an eye on it for you.”

  The car! She took a long sip of her coffee to buy herself some thinking time. “That’s real nice of him. I appreciate that.”

  “I told Don what happened to you, and that you wouldn’t be up to driving for a while, otherwise he was going to bring it up for you.” Kent was still studying her. She squirmed under his gaze and the realization she wasn’t going to be able to leave town for a while.

  “Where did you say you were from again?” Kent clearly wasn’t giving up.

  She hadn’t and he knew it! “Chicago.”

  “Do you work there?” Travis sat forward, taking a sudden interest. Damn!

  “Yes. I work in an admin office for a large manufacturing company.” She took the last sip of her coffee.

  “What do you manufacture?”

  She huffed. “All sorts of things. Would it be OK if I went outside for some air now?” She put her dishes on the tray and slowly got to her feet.

  “I need to check on the horses. You can come with me if you like. Travis immediately stood up and followed her to the door.

  “Here, you’d best put this on.” In the hallway he took a large brown coat from the hook and held it up for her. It was a heavyweight Carhartt work coat with a corduroy collar and arctic fleece lining. It swamped her, but it felt soft and warm and smelled of him. She took a deep breath, enjoying his masculine scent. It gave her a small thrill knowing that she was wearing something of his. She looked back to the lounge and saw Kent through the
open door. He still sat on the sofa, finishing his coffee. His fair curls framed his face beautifully, and he looked so gorgeous sitting there thinking. She felt a little sorry for him.

  He was right to be curious about her. After all, his boyfriend had brought home a total stranger and now they felt obliged to look after her. She couldn’t blame him for not being happy with the situation. She turned back to Travis, who had put on a Sherpa lined boar suede jacket with a soft Sherpa fleece collar. It was the classic jean-jacket style with brass snaps up the front. He looked edible as she followed him out the door.

  It was cold, but she welcomed the bite of the fresh wind on her face. She closed her eyes for a second to savor it before descending the wooden steps. Travis put a hand out to her, which she took gratefully. The last thing she wanted to do was fall and let them think she was totally incompetent.

  It was a sprawling ranch with the main stables over to one side of the house. A smaller stable block stood a little farther away. The wind had blown shrubs and branches around the yard and kicked up the dust.

  “Are you OK?” Travis’s words cut into her brooding thoughts.

  “Yes.” Her response was automatic. She had gotten used to always having to be OK.

  “Then why are you crying?”

  She stopped in the middle of the yard and stared up at him. His big, brown eyes looked worried, and he put an arm around her. She was beginning to realize how much she liked it when he put an arm around her. She took a step back, shrugging his arm off, and wiped her face. To her dismay, she had tears streaming down her cheeks. She hadn’t even realized.

  “It’s just the wind in my eyes.” She sniffed, took a deep breath, and strode toward the stables.

  A large gray nodded over the door of his stall, and Brooke reached up and gently patted his nose. The horse gave a huff, and she felt his warm breath on her. She leaned in, snuggling into its comfort. Safer to take comfort from a horse than a man.

  She could hear Travis’s footsteps and his soft, deep voice as he spoke to the horses and checked them over. She heard him rustling about with straw, and the smell of it took her back to her childhood and long summers spent on her grandparents’ ranch. A lump formed in her throat, and she coughed to try to remove it. Her thoughts of happier times usually helped to cheer her up, but today she just wanted to cry. Things had changed so much lately.

  “Hey, Travis. You checking up on me?”

  Brooke heard the stranger’s voice and quickly wiped her face in the horse’s soft mane before turning around. A guy with a black hat and red checkered shirt stood at the door of one of the stalls a little farther down.

  Travis chuckled. “Just making sure everyone’s got what they need.”

  Brooke blushed.

  “We’re all fine here.” The young man was patting the horse next to him. “You going to see the band this week? I heard they’re pretty good.”

  Travis nodded. “Yeah, we thought we’d take our guest with us. Hal, you haven’t met Brooke Adams yet, have you? Brooke, this is Hal Jones, he kinda runs this place.” Travis gestured toward her and she walked over, trying her best to smile.

  “Hello,” she said. Hal gave her a dazzling smile in return and shook her hand.

  “Well, where’ve they been hiding you, sunshine?”

  “Oh, they were good enough to take me in for a couple of days after I had a riding accident. I’m only here until tomorrow.” Brooke felt Travis staring at her but kept her gaze on the young man in front of her.

  “Aw, that’s a shame. There’s a band on in town in a couple of days, The Brandon Boys. We don’t get much live music ’round here, ’cept Jonah and his guitar, so it’s kind of a big deal. D’you like country music?” Hal chattered on, apparently oblivious to Travis’s dark expression.

  “Yes, I do.” The truth was she loved country music and would give anything to see a live band. “But I have to be going tomorrow. Maybe I’ll catch up with them another time.” She gave Hal a smile. He was really good-looking.

  “Looks like the wind’s getting up again. Time to batten down the hatches.” Travis was already fastening one of the stable doors as he spoke, and Hal jumped into action.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll get the others to help. Why don’t you take Brooke inside? It’s getting cold out here.” Hal whistled, and Brooke saw a couple of men in the distance, walking toward them.

  “OK.” Travis held out a hand to Brooke, who reluctantly took it. He sure was showing her who the boss was around here as he marched her toward the house. She had a hard job keeping up with his long strides, but she shuffled along the best she could. He stopped when they reached the porch.

  “Just a minute.” He leaned her back against the side of the house and put his massive arms on either side of her. His big, dark eyes looked disappointed and hurt, but his chin was stern and angry. “What’s all this about you leaving tomorrow?”

  Brooke did her best to look innocent. She gave him a puzzled frown. “You said I could stay a couple of days. I arrived yesterday. Besides, I’ve got places to go. I’m on vacation, remember?”

  He narrowed his eyes a little. “Aren’t you happy here?”

  “Well…” she faltered.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I don’t think Kent likes me. He’s your boyfriend and you should put him first. I don’t want to come between you. I think it’s best I go.”

  To her amazement, Travis chuckled. “Just what makes you think he doesn’t like you? He was the one that invited you to stay in the first place, as I recall.”

  “I know, but I don’t think he trusts me. He keeps asking me questions.” It sounded feeble even to her own ears.

  Travis chuckled again. “That’s just his nature, darlin’. He’s interested, that’s all. Wants to get to know you better, same as I do. You got a problem with that?” Travis’s eyes were twinkling at her now, and his lips had turned up into a sexy smile. She sighed. He really was gorgeous, and she loved being this close to him. His manly scent surrounded her, and she felt oddly safe. Both men seemed to have this effect on her. She didn’t think she’d ever feel safe around a man again, let alone two!

  She smiled back at him and shook her head.

  “Well that’s good, ’cause we’re planning to take you to see the band in a couple of days, so you’ve gotta stick around for that, d’ya hear?” His lips were dangerously close to hers, and she felt her breathing get heavier. He slowly closed in on her, and his lips nibbled at her, requesting entry, before plunging in and devouring her mouth. Her pussy clenched as he ran his hands through her hair and he kissed her so forcefully she had to hold on to him for balance. Heat flared through her and she gasped. Slowly she lifted her hands up to his shoulders, and slipped her fingers under his hat to play with his dark waves. Even through their coats she could feel his body press against hers, and the hardness of his erection dug into her thigh. Her pussy was becoming even wetter, but somehow it didn’t matter. As his kiss lovingly assailed her mouth, her passion mounted and she lost herself in the moment.

  It was only when the wind howled around the corner of the house and whipped the rocking chair onto its side that Travis loosened his grip. Brooke sighed at the loss as he slowly pulled himself away from her.

  “You’ll be the death of me,” he growled as he straightened his jacket. He gave her a wicked wink and she blushed again. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.” He opened the door, and she dodged under his muscular arm to go through.

  “You just did that,” she whispered into his ear as she passed him, and squealed when she felt a swat on her behind.

  Travis helped her with her coat and then went to light the fire in the lounge.

  “Is it OK if I take a shower?” she asked, desperate to put on some underwear.

  “Of course, darlin’. You need any help?”

  She flushed and her pussy clenched again. “No, I can manage, thank you.”

  Brooke was relieved to get out of the baggy clothes and reveled in the h
ot water that streamed over her body. She picked up a bottle of something and smelled it. It was flowery, fresh and spring-like, not at all overpowering. She rubbed some onto her skin and enjoyed the scent all around her. She wondered why the two guys would have feminine toiletries in their spare bedroom and sighed. Travis had told her they liked to share their women, so perhaps they did it a lot.

  As the warmth soothed her aches and bruises, Brooke found herself relaxing and her mind wandered. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine what it would be like to have two men at once. Travis had already shown her what an amazing kisser he was, and she liked the thought of that luscious mouth all over her body—her breast, her nipples, her pussy. Kent had been very kind to her, but hadn’t shown any interest in her physically. Probably the strong, silent type. She imagined Kent standing behind her as Travis kissed his way up and down her front. Kent’s massive cock would dig into her butt, and he would caress her back, then her shoulders. He would plant warm kisses on her neck and throat and would nibble at her ears.

  As she washed her torso, she ran her hands up and down it, imagining they were the hands of the two guys. As her body flared, she slipped two fingers into her soaking pussy. She slid one over her clit while she pressed the other into her. She imagined it was Travis’s tongue, probing her and nipping her clit. With a loud gasp, she came and reached out to the wall for support as the fire ripped through her. She stood panting for a while, letting the soft water wash over her.

  Once she’d calmed down enough to step out of the shower, Brooke opened her bag and took out a pair of jeans and a sweater. She smiled when she found her underwear, and quickly got dressed. As she combed her hair, she was surprised to see the face that stared back at her from the mirror. She hadn’t noticed before how tensed up she had been, but she could see that now even the muscles in her face seemed to have relaxed a little. Her mind drifted, and she tried to remember when she had last gotten herself off. It had been a long time ago.