Educating Casey [Cattleman's Club 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  It wasn’t just arrogance on his part, either, though there was a touch of that, but the truth had always been obvious. They were drawn to each other. They were too much alike not to be.

  In that moment Dylan felt like he had when he’d left home all those years ago. Back then, he’d been lured by the call of the wind, wanting to find an adventure that took him far from his small town and the narrow life he’d known. Back then, he’d been filled with the thrill of endless possibilities, and that was just how he felt standing there watching Josh and Casey.

  The future unfolded before him like an endless sea of unbound possibilities. There would be laughter and fights and sex so wild that they ended up with a whole brood of kids. There would be sons to teach to be men and daughters whose boyfriends he would get to harass. There would be tree houses to build and bikes to assemble and family vacations to fill all the weekends for the rest of his life.

  One thing Dylan knew was he wouldn’t be getting a whole lot of sleep. So he might want to start loading up on some extra Z’s while he had the chance…or he could just have wild, monkey sex and start loading up on some of that.

  Chapter 18

  Tuesday, May 27th

  “So that is your plan?” Dylan asked, staring over his forkful of egg at his brother in disbelief. Josh didn’t flinch, though, or shy away from his answer.

  “Yes.”

  “That is a stupid plan.”

  Dylan knew that was harsh, but he couldn’t keep the thought to himself. He was that honestly shocked by Josh’s suggestion. His brother was the master of strategy and yet…

  “Hell, that’s not even a plan.” Dylan just couldn’t let the matter drop.

  “Yeah? Then what is your great idea?” Josh shot back. “That we go kiss Casey’s ass and beg her to be our girlfriend?”

  “No!” Dylan stiffened up indignantly at the condescension in Josh’s tone, but his brother wasn’t completely wrong. He’d been with enough women to know how they liked to talk. He also knew that the best thing was to be honest.

  “I’m just suggesting that we have an open”—Dylan hesitated before forcing himself to say it—“heartfelt discussion with her. After all, solid relationships are built on honesty, and don’t you want a solid relationship?”

  “Who the hell are you?” Josh reared back as if he’d smelled something he didn’t like. “You’re not my brother. My brother did not just suggest—”

  “Never mind,” Dylan muttered, not interested in putting up with his brother’s teasing, especially not when the subject was so serious. “But let me remind you, taking somebody else’s stuff is robbery and taking them is considered kidnapping.”

  “Don’t worry.” Josh waved that consideration aside. “I got connections.”

  “Well, I hope they’re better than me because—”

  “Oh, they are,” Josh assured Dylan, cutting him off with a pointed smirk.

  “Fine.” Dylan caved with ill grace. “We’ll try it your way, even though you don’t have a lot of experience with women, but if it doesn’t work…”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know.” Josh heaved an aggrieved sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Then you’ll go beg and plead until she agrees out of pity.”

  Josh was being difficult and rude, and Dylan knew why. He was afraid, and he had every reason to be, given what Maria had done to him. While she might not have broken his heart, she’d done something far worse. She’d destroyed Josh’s plans.

  Dylan knew just how important plans were to his brother. Josh didn’t do anything without a plan, or hadn’t until now. Now he was simply trying to avoid the problem in the most logical way possible by having no plan.

  That wouldn’t last. After all, Casey wasn’t Maria. If one really planned on taming a vixen, it was probably best to have a plan. Hopefully Josh would remember that before this new carefree attitude went too far.

  That’s where Dylan came in. He didn’t care what kind of fancy connections Josh might have. Josh was his brother, and Dylan would always be there to make sure Josh didn’t get into any trouble or screw himself out of the best thing that ever happened to him.

  That went for Casey as well.

  Dylan was there to protect both of them, and the more he considered the matter, the more he realized just how pivotal he was to Josh and Casey’s relationship. They were from two different worlds. Dylan should know because he and Casey came from the same planet, whereas Josh was kind of like a weird, nerdy alien who spoke some strange language.

  Fortunately, Dylan was bilingual.

  * * * *

  Casey woke up to the heady aroma of coffee and bacon. The delicious scent pulled her from the rumpled bedding and had her stumbling across the blanket and pillows that were strewn across the floor, along with the bed sheets. Things had gotten a little wild last night…and that morning.

  Without any concern for her nudity,she staggered into the bathroom and managed to find a whole basket full of supplies. There were unopened toothbrushes and tubes of paste along with facial scrub and lotion. There were even drops for her bloodshot eyes, along with a hairbrush so she could at least beat back the knots that were as tangled as the sheets.

  Even with all of that, she still looked like a woman who had spent most of the past night being ridden hard, which she had been and hoped to be again soon. That is, right after she got some breakfast because Casey was starved and the air smelled good enough to eat.

  Wrapping herself up in one of the plush, oversized towels stacked near the tub, she headed back through the bedroom, only to come to a stop in the shadowed depths of the doorway as she spied Josh and Dylan hunched together and clearly plotting.

  They were up to something. She could sense it, not that it took a great deal of intuition to figure that out. Anybody who knew Josh knew he had to have his plans. God only knew what his bullet list looked like this morning.

  That thought drew a snicker to Casey’s lips as she considered it probably went something like, “Step one: lick pussy. Step two: suck clit,” and so on until he got to step forty-seven and finally fucked her. That thought gave her pause as she wondered just how many steps it would actually take him to get finally to penetration and how many she could make him skip.

  Casey smiled as she studied the two men hunched over the coffee table centered between the two leather couches in the far corner of the room. With their voices kept low, they already looked guilty. They acted it too, falling suspiciously silent as she finally came out of the bedroom.

  Watching her as though she was some kind of experiment, both brothers eyed her with open curiosity as she settled down beside the coffee table to help herself to a plate. Neither man offered her any kind of greeting, and Casey played along, enjoying the game almost as much as she was enjoying the delicious spread laid out before her.

  There was crisp bacon, mounds of fluffy-looking eggs, and monstrously-sized biscuits with a slab of butter sitting on a dish beside them that looked as if it probably weighed a whole damn pound. Casey left the butter alone and built herself a biscuit filled with so much stuff it was way too big to fit into her mouth. She was set to try, though, when Dylan finally spoke up.

  “What’s with the towel?” He waved a finger at the crisp white terry cloth she’d wrapped around herself. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the rules.”

  “The floor is cold.” Casey shrugged.

  That wasn’t completely true. They were actually kind of warm, but that excuse sounded better than admitting that in the bright light of day she’d been a little intimidated at the idea of walking across the completely open room naked, especially when Dylan and Josh were both fully clothed and looking so sexy.

  Of course, they looked good to her no matter what. That’s what made it so damn hard for her to resist when Dylan patted his knee and beckoned her forward.

  “But Daddy’s lap isn’t,” he assured her with a lecherous grin. “So why don’t you come on over here and have a seat?”

  “That’s disgust
ing.” Casey wrinkled her nose as she shot him a dirty look. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

  “Call me what you want, Firecracker. I’m still waiting,” Dylan informed her, unperturbed by her rejection and making it clear that she was going to have to be more specific.

  “And you can keep on waiting because I’m eating breakfast. I need my strength, especially if you are planning on ravaging me again.”

  “Oh, Firecracker, I’m planning on doing a whole lot worse than that.” Dylan snickered, his smirk crumbling into a wicked-sounding chuckle that had Casey flushing with a thrilling warmth.

  It would be so easy to give in to that passion again, but they needed to come to some kind of understanding because there were certain things she wouldn’t be able to tolerate. Other things she knew she must.

  “Well, in that case, I think we should lay down some ground rules.” Casey took a deep breath and braced herself for the coming conversation, though she should have known Dylan wouldn’t make it easy for her.

  “What? I thought you were all, ‘no, no, no, no talking’,” he shot back, the laughter still lingering in his tone.

  “Yeah? Well, now that I don’t have dick shoved up in me, I’m ready to talk.”

  “Hey, you liked that dick. In fact, you begged for it,” Dylan taunted her, doing a little dance in his seat that Casey recognized instantly.

  “Oh God no! Don’t do the victory dance!” she pleaded, but it was too late.

  Dylan’s ass lifted out of his seat, shaking from side to side as he wiggled about in such an awkward motion that Casey was embarrassed for him. She couldn’t even watch. It was that bad. Worse, the victory dance came with a song.

  “Casey sitting on me. F-U-C-K-I-N-G! First came missionary then came doggy then came Josh and double-stuffed!”

  “Oh God,” Casey groaned again as her head hung down with a mixture of embarrassment and hidden amusement.

  She managed to quell that quiver and scrunch her features into a disgusted frown that she turned on Josh, who was just sitting there watching his brother and sipping his coffee.

  “Can you make him stop?”

  That question drew his blank gaze in her direction, and he blinked as he stared at her for a moment in apparent confusion. Then, quite deliberately, he set his cup down on the coffee table and rose up. Dylan stilled, watching his brother with the same expectant look that Casey knew was mirrored on her own features.

  “First off,” Josh began somberly, “Casey was sitting on me!”

  “Oh God no!”

  Casey hit her head against the coffee table as Josh began dancing around, joining Dylan in making up all sorts of graphically lewd lines. Some of their ideas were both gross and some intriguing, but still, she had to object to the general tone of their song. So, Casey cleared her throat and pointedly interrupted.

  “Unless you want me to start making up rhymes about the twin teeny-tiny penises, you best both shut up and sit down,” Casey commanded, managing to be heard over their chanting.

  She doubted it was her threat that had them falling silent, especially not when they shot each other identically smug grins before pointedly taking their seats and turning to stare expectantly at her. Neither brother spoke. Instead, they allowed their silence to speak for them in an obnoxious gesture that Casey had the good sense to ignore.

  “As I was saying, we need rules.”

  “We already have rules,” Josh pointed out instantly, not giving Casey a chance to explain what she meant. “We command. You obey. No more rules needed. Isn’t that right, old man?” Josh tossed that question at Dylan, who nodded as if on cue.

  “Right you are, baby brother.”

  “And I do believe we told her that as long as she was in this cube she was to be naked with her legs spread so we could admire that pretty pink pussy of hers, but do you see any pussy, old man?”

  “No, I do not.”

  “I want to see some pussy, pixie.” Josh turned his attention back on her, matching that crude command with a smile that she’d only ever seen Dylan wear before.

  That wasn’t the only thing Josh had stolen from his brother. The attitude was pure Dylan, too, which left her both wet and concerned because, as much kinky fun as it might be to play with two Dylans, it would be a nightmare to manage both of them…or maybe not.

  “Fine,” Casey caved with ill grace and a forced smile that was all an act. “We’ll do it your way.”

  With stiff motions, she shrugged out of her towel and shifted to kneel back on her heels. Then she spread her knees, opening her cunt up wide as she sucked on her finger. Wetting the tip, she reached down to roll her clit, taking both brothers’ gazes with her. She had them hypnotized in a second. That’s when she started laying down her own rules.

  “You can admire this pussy. You can lick it, suck it, fuck it, finger it, spank it, and pack it full of whatever you want…as long as it’s the only pussy you’re playing with,” Casey stated firmly, bringing her motions to a stop and the pleasure that had started to flood through her to a simmering halt as she waited for their response.

  She’d expected one to come quickly, but what she got instead was another silent stare that unnerved the crap out of her. They appeared to be waiting for more, but Casey had nothing to give. Or, maybe, it was Josh and Dylan who had nothing to give, no assurances at all. Now what was she supposed to do?

  * * * *

  Josh watched the doubts darken Casey’s gaze and could almost read her thoughts but didn’t make a single attempt to reassure her that her fears were unfounded. He shouldn’t have to. Casey should trust him, if not Dylan.

  If she didn’t, then she might end up like Maria, and Josh couldn’t take that. Maria’s betrayal had only damaged his pride. Casey…she would shred his heart. He wouldn’t survive, so Josh needed to know that Casey trusted them.

  Dylan, on the other hand, had always been a sucker when it came to the ladies. All it normally took was some doe-eyed look and his brother crumbled. With Casey, it took even less, and suddenly, Dylan was sliding down onto his knees and all but swearing allegiance to the woman.

  “Don’t you worry, Firecracker,” Dylan drawled, his accent thickening as he crawled toward her. “I only ache to taste the sweetest of cunts, so why don’t you spread them legs a little wider and we’ll start at the top of your list and let me have a little lick?”

  “There ain’t nothing little about you, old man,” Casey all but purred back as she rose upward, lifting the swollen lips of her pussy until they brushed against Dylan’s lips.

  He smiled, growling out one last warning against the smooth curve of her mound. “I’ll show you old.”

  “I hate to interrupt your romantic moment,” Josh said, speaking up before his brother could follow up that cheesy line with any kind of action. “But don’t you have a list of possible suspects to go interview?”

  He asked that pointed question, drawing a dark look from both Dylan and Casey, but only one was annoyed. The other was confused. As usual, Casey didn’t bother to mask her suspicions or temper her curiosity.

  “And just what does that mean?”

  “It means baby brother wants some time alone with you,” Dylan grumbled as he shoved back up to his feet. “All he had to do was ask. He didn’t need to go find work for me to do.”

  “I’m not the one who hooked us up with this case,” Josh reminded him.

  “What case?”

  “No, but you are the one who came up with an overly long list to keep me pointedly busy,” Dylan accused him with a sullen pout, but Josh could see through his brother’s act.

  Dylan didn’t want to get to work because he didn’t want to leave Casey, but she wasn’t technically theirs. She was “on loan” from Chase, who had made it clear that if he wasn’t happy with their progress, then Casey wouldn’t be available to make them happy. A fact Josh quickly reminded his brother of.

  “I was thorough, just as Chase made it clear you should be.”

  “I’
m always thorough,” Dylan retorted, a husky note of perversion invading not only his tone but his smile as he cast a gaze back down to Casey, who frowned back.

  “You’re friends with Chase Davis,” she spoke slowly, appearing to be working something out. “And he’s an owner?”

  “Yep.” Dylan’s chest puffed up. “A personal friend, actually.”

  “And you’re working a case for him? What kind of case?” Casey’s knees started to drift closed.

  Either she’d already forgotten the rules, or she was using her pussy as leverage, but Josh could sense an ulterior motive. She was up to something. He could just sense it, and after years of battling it out with her in the virtual world of video games, he’d learned to trust his instincts. Dylan clearly had none, which was kind of odd given his job.

  “It’s just a little matter of arson, nothing for you to worry over,” Dylan assured her as he dropped a quick kiss onto Casey’s upturned lips and stepped around her. “But Egg-head is right. I got work to do, so put that pussy on ice and I’ll reheat it later.”

  Dylan shot that command at Josh with a waggle of his eyebrows that brought a smile to Josh’s lips. His brother was actually kind of amusing, and so were his ideas, but he didn’t have anything on the perverts at this club. They actually employed an ice sculptor to make them all sorts of toys, two of which were resting in the freezer over in the wet bar.

  Oh, the fun they were going to have with Casey.

  The fun he was going to have because he was living life Dylan-style—no plans, no worries. For the first time ever Josh intended to give into the moment and abandon the safety net of his plans. As his brother had pointed out, he had no real plan when it came to Casey, and he wasn’t terrified at all.

  Chapter 19

  Saturday, May 31st

  Dylan didn’t know what the hell he was doing. It had been six of the best days of his life, and he should have been back at the club enjoying what was left of Casey’s vacation. Instead, though, he was at some dippy diner, tracking down the legendary George Davis, who was better known as GD.