A nurse approached the boys soon after the sheriff went. “You can go in now if you like. She’s still asleep.”
They didn’t need telling twice. Both guys shot to their feet and headed for the little side room.
“She is so beautiful.” Travis sighed as he took a seat by her side, taking her soft hand in his.
“D’you think she’ll still want to come live with us when she gets out?” Kent sat at her other side, stroking her hair.
“Stella said she’d have come up that day if we’d answered the goddam phone. I reckon she still would.”
“She thinks we didn’t answer it ’cause we didn’t want her. I hope we can convince her that’s not true.”
“She’ll understand, buddy, trust me.”
Kent smiled. Travis knew he trusted him with his life, his whole future. They had always spoken about wanting a girl to join them—they both had needs that only a woman could fulfill—but since Kathy had dumped them, he had begun to think it would never happen. Kent was fast approaching thirty and was ready to really settle down.
Travis was gazing at Brooke’s lovely face when her eyelids began to flutter. His heart sped up and he moved forward a little. He couldn’t get close enough to this gorgeous woman.
“Hi, darlin’.” He kept his voice low and a massive grin crossed his face when she opened her big blue eyes and stared straight at him. He watched her mouth twitch into a small smile, and his insides glowed like red-hot coals.
“Hi.” Her voice was not much more than a strangled whisper, but it was more than enough.
She was gazing into his face, and he stroked the back of her hand as he leaned forward even more.
“You’re gonna be OK now, d’ya hear? You’re safe. We’re gonna look after you.” Travis spoke quietly and clearly. He could obviously see her concentrating on his face and his words. Poor love, Kent thought, she must be totally confused waking up here like this.
Her mouth twitched again, and she gave a very faint nod as her eyes gradually started to close.
“Hey, baby. You just get better soon, OK? We’ll take care of everything.” Kent leaned forward and whispered to her softly.
Her head moved slightly and he saw her try to face him, so he moved even closer. She had a flicker of a smile on her face. Her head nodded ever so slightly as her heavy eyelids fell closed once more.
The guys sat staring at her for a few minutes. She appeared to be still smiling, and looked so peaceful and angelic it was hard to tear their eyes away.
A warm flame of hope burned brightly within Kent’s body, and he knew their dream was on the precipice of coming true.
Chapter Sixteen
It was a couple of long weeks before the boys were actually allowed to take their girl home. They had cleaned the ranch house from top to bottom, and Kent had locked the door to the playroom.
“Looks like Ty’s gonna have to run his place without us from now on,” he said with a sigh.
“I know giving up the BDSM’s gonna be hard, but it’ll be worth it to keep our girl feeling safe and happy, don’t you reckon?” Travis pouted.
“You’re right there, bro. Well, I think it’s about time we went and got her, don’t you?”
They had both dressed in smart shirts and tight jeans, and even dusted off their boots and hats to try to look presentable enough to make Brooke proud. Nothing was going to spoil her homecoming.
* * *
Their grooming efforts certainly paid off when Brooke’s face lit up appreciatively as they walked into her side room. She had been moved from the ICU over a week ago and now occupied a small room off one of the main wards. The intention had been to keep her quiet and rested, but she hadn’t been able to resist popping out to make friends with the ladies on the main ward once she was feeling better. Their little minx had furnished the boys with a whole manner of tidbits of information about what the other ladies were in for and for how long—as well as some rather spicy snippets about their private lives. No one bothered to keep secrets in Moone!
“You look lovely,” she told them as she reached up for a kiss with Travis. He didn’t disappoint. He took her gently around her soft waist and devoured her mouth in a long, loving kiss. His Armani surrounded her in a sensual cloud, and she breathed him in as his hot tongue danced with hers.
“Hi, baby.” Kent threw her a dazzling smile as Travis stood back, and her good arm automatically reached for his shoulder. He leaned down and gave her the soft, hedonistic kiss she craved from him. His soft arms enveloped her and she smelled his lighter scent, Diesel, as he gently lapped at her lips and explored her hot mouth.
“The doctor’s happy for her to leave now. I just need to give you these.” An older-looking nurse handed Travis a bag of medication and some sheets of instructions for her care.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Travis doffed his hat politely as he took them from her. The nurse smiled, blushing slightly.
“Have you got everything?” Kent asked when he finally let go of Brooke.
“There’s only this.” She picked up a small wash bag he had bought her when she was first admitted. It had everything she would need in it, he had made sure of that. He smiled as he took it from her.
“Well, I guess that’s us all set, then,” Travis said as he headed for the door, swinging his free arm over her shoulder. Kent put his free arm around her too, and she felt their warmth as she was placed in a sandwich of their love.
“Yes, I’ve said good-bye to everyone.” She smiled up at Travis, who grinned back.
“Thank the Lord for that. We could have been here another couple of hours by the time you made your rounds.” Travis squeezed her gently as he chuckled.
Brooke giggled up at him. The boys seemed to understand her need to be with people. She had realized how lonely she had been while on the run, never being able to really get to know anyone in case it worked against her. Now she felt relaxed and able to start making friends again. She felt like a new woman.
“How is everything?” she asked as she sat between them on the bench seat of the pickup. Even the truck had been cleaned for the occasion.
“Good. The men are getting on well with the stables. As long as the weather holds out, they should be able to start on the roof soon.” Travis smiled.
“When will we get the rest of the horses back?” Brooke was looking forward to being able to go riding again.
“Probably another couple of weeks. Frank Buchanan’s doing a great job looking after them. We’ve still got a few which were in the old stables, so there’s plenty to keep the guys occupied.”
“But you won’t be helping them for a while, baby, so don’t you go getting any ideas,” Kent interjected, as if reading her mind.
Brooke pouted. “But I’ve been itching to get on and do something. Have you any idea how bored I’ve been stuck in that bed these last couple of weeks? I’m going stir-crazy here.”
The boys chuckled. They knew only too well how bored she’d been in that hospital bed. As soon as she’d had the cervical collar removed, she’d started reading anything and everything. Once they’d found her reading her own medical notes. It was only meant to give herself something to do, but it had her in tears when she realized just how bad off she’d been. After that, they’d brought her every magazine in the shop and even joined the local library so they could furnish her with something different to keep her busy. Once she was up on her feet, it was a different story. She’d made friends with everyone on the main section and would have been down to the next ward if Travis hadn’t returned from a short break one day to find her roaming the corridor.
“The doctor said you could come home now, provided you still got adequate rest,” Travis reminded her as he turned into the ranch.
“But I can’t sit around doing nothing.” She moaned as she sat forward to study the damage to the stable block. “Oh my God!” Her blood ran cold and she stared at the sight in front of them.
The fire had eaten away most of the block and
rendered the remains unusable, so the whole thing had to be demolished. There were several men working on building a new block, which they had positioned a little farther from the main house for safety.
“When you told me what Chad had done, I thought…” Brooke’s voice was small and shaky.
“Don’t you even think about it, darlin’. Look, the insurance company’s buying me a brand-new stable complete with all sorts of equipment. That fuckwad did me a favor in the end!” Travis tried to sound cheerful, but she could sense a shard of anger at the sound of Chad.
“Come on, let’s get you inside. Time you had your feet up, I reckon.” Kent swiftly changed the subject as Travis pulled up right outside the house.
Brooke took a deep breath and, with one handsome hunk holding her on each side, made her way into the house. Her legs were still a little wobbly; Chad had wrenched them to get her free of the wreckage without any thought as to her welfare, and the swelling in her lumbar region had only added to the pains that shot up and down her thighs. She felt a tinge of sadness at the way she had left this place just a few short weeks ago—terrified and devastated.
She looked up at Kent. He was gorgeous. His jeans were tight enough to accentuate his shapely butt, and he had one of his best shirts on; he loved those shirts. His face was confident and kind, and she now realized there was no way he would harm anyone with or without a single tail. Well, anyone except the fuckwad who had been on the receiving end of his bullet. She knew Kent had been the first to fire and she knew why. It had been his gift to her.
“Hey now, what’s all this?” The deputy was the first to notice the tears streaming down her face as she entered the living room.
Travis looked nervously around the room he had spent so much time polishing and scrubbing ready for her arrival. “Is something wrong, darlin’?”
Brooke shook her head, unable to speak.
They led her to the large sofa and sat her down with one of them either side of her. Kent drew her head to his heaving chest while Travis snuggled into her other side with a strong arm draped around her. They let her cry while they gently soothed and stroked her.
The boys had been warned that she would be very emotional following her trauma, and the counselor who had been seeing her at the hospital was scheduled to visit tomorrow. It would be a while before the horrors of the recent events would fade into the back of her mind, and she had to spend this time facing them head-on and dealing with them as best she could. Mr. Shearan had assured the guys that with their help and understanding, accompanied by the follow-up of the trained counselor, she would recover mentally as well as physically. It was just a matter of time.
Brooke stirred about an hour later and realized she had fallen asleep enveloped in her two guys. She could smell a mixture of their aftershave as she slowly came to her senses. She could hear Kent’s strong heart pumping rhythmically in her ear and felt Travis’s warm body against her other side. His muscular arm held her protectively, and there was something hard jabbing into her thigh. Oh my God! She sniggered as she realized that Travis’s rock-hard cock was making its presence well and truly felt.
“Hi, baby.” Kent sensed her waking and nuzzled her soft hair, murmuring quietly.
Brooke lifted her head and both guys started to move slowly. “I’m sorry.” She flushed a little at the recognition that she had just cried herself to sleep on them both.
They snuggled closer to her, and she heard a chuckle from deep in Travis’s throat. “Don’t sweat it, darlin’. Kent makes a lovely pillow. What with that and his boring line of conversation, I fall asleep on him all the time.”
Kent huffed and shook his head. “See what I have to put up with, baby? I’m so glad I’ve got you here to appreciate me.” He smiled down at her, and she nudged closer into his soft body with a giggle.
“I can see I’m gonna have my work cut out for me with you two.” She shook her head in mock despair, causing her blonde curls to tumble around her face.
“Think you can cope with us, darlin’?” Travis raised a sexy eyebrow at her, and she just knew he wasn’t just referring to their banter. She flushed and a small fire smoldered inside her. A vision of being in bed with them both—with that hard cock—flashed through her mind, rendering her speechless.
When she didn’t answer, Kent turned to face her, a slightly worried expression on his face.
Brooke looked from Kent’s concern to Travis’s wicked grin and just knew she was in trouble. “I reckon I can handle it,” she said with a grin.
Kent’s face relaxed and he beamed. Travis’s eyes twinkled with mirth. They snuggled even closer. Brooke loved being in between them. This was where she belonged.
“Well, I best get the dinner dished up. I hope you like beef stew, Brooke? I’ve had it simmering all day.”
Brooke grinned, suddenly realizing how hungry she was. “I love it. Can I help?”
She was already trying to stand up when Travis caught hold of her. “Not today, darlin’. Today you sit and get waited on. When you’re better you can get up and do things, but not now.” He held her firmly as Kent chuckled and headed for the kitchen.
“Travis, I’m fine, really. They wouldn’t have let me come home if I wasn’t, now would they?” she protested.
A massive smile filled Travis’s face. Now what could have gotten him so happy? It hit her—she’d referred to this place as her home.
“I think now you’re home you’re gonna have to behave yourself, darlin’. No more of that running around nonsense you tried in that hospital. You had the nurses worried sick every time they came and found your bed empty. There’s no bored women around here for you to gossip to. You just have to sit quiet and do as you’re told. You got that?”
Brooke gasped as she realized her pussy had just clenched. Travis had a pleasant smile on his face, but his voice had been deep and authoritative. That voice was going to be her undoing! She closed her eyes momentarily and realized she was flushing as her whole body heated up. The smolder deep inside her had grown into a fully-fledged flame, and she swallowed hard as she conceded that she was, in fact, really turned-on.
With a deep breath she opened her eyes. He was staring at her expectantly. How was she supposed to answer that? Her dry mouth opened and she whispered her assent. “Yes, sir.”
They both gawked at each other. Where the hell did sir come from? Her horrified gape met his astonished approval. With a crimson blush, she looked down at her trembling hand fidgeting in her lap with the denim of her jeans. She was sure the other hand would be shaking just as much had it not been anchored in place with a fat heap of plaster of paris.
She felt his strong finger under her chin as he lifted her face up to look at him. She strained her eyes to look elsewhere, but he waited patiently until they settled on his. His big brown eyes had turned almost black, and he wore the most delicious expression. “Thank you,” he whispered close to her lips. The fire inside her shot up like a rocket. His approval suddenly meant everything to her, though she didn’t know why.
Travis’s lips met hers. They were soft at first, licking at her gently before delving into her hot mouth. His tongue was warm and wet as it danced with hers to a melody only they knew. A tremor traveled slowly up her body and she reached up and ran her fingers through his dark curls, gripping his hair tightly as their kiss became more rampant. He lifted her onto his lap, and she straddled him, her wet pussy pressing against his straining cock, hindered only by the few inches of cotton between them. He devoured her mouth as though he would eat her alive, and she shook as the sensations racked her body. Her hot pussy pushed into his stony cock, and she felt him twitch excitedly.
It was too much.
The movement of his dick caused a tidal wave to surge through her heated body, and the position of it hit just the right spot to send her spiraling into an almighty orgasm. She screamed into his mouth, and he held her tighter as her hand gripped the back of his shoulder. She clung to him for dear life as an exquisite sensat
ion exploded within her, leaving her gasping for air. As the wave washed over her, she stilled and snuggled into his ripped chest. His heart was thundering through him, and she smiled inside as she acknowledged he had not gone unaffected, either. She had never felt anything like this before in her life and was surprised to find herself sobbing hard into his embrace. He held her gently as a myriad emotions swept through her. She had no idea why she was crying, but she just let go.
“All right, darlin’?” Travis murmured as he nuzzled her soft hair.
Brooke was surprised at how calm she felt after her weep and nodded as she kissed his chest and snuggled into him.
After a few minutes, he moved her head so she faced him. She felt a little embarrassed at the thought of her tearstained face and knew her eyes would be puffy and red. He smiled at her tenderly.
“How long has it been?” he whispered gently.
She felt herself blush. “I used a vibrator the best part of a year ago when things really started to go wrong with Chad. It wasn’t this good, though,” she whispered, the care in his expression empowering her to answer.
He sighed. A flash of anger crossed his face, and then it was quickly replaced by a smile. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead before snuggling her in his strong arms again.
“Dinner will be served in one minute,” Kent announced, popping his head around the door.
Brooke sat up straight, mortified that Kent should see her straddling Travis. For a brief second she thought it might cause trouble, but Travis’s chuckle reminded her that these guys were into sharing in a big way. “I’ll go get cleaned up,” she muttered as she jumped from his warm lap.
Dinner was delicious. Kent Freeman sure was a fine cook! They chatted about their plans for the next few days and longer-term proposals for the ranch. Brooke was surprised to hear that Fred Hammond was planning to semi-retire within the next few months and Travis was going to take over some of his more advanced riding students.
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