Triple K Set

by Beck, J. L.

  Brea found she had an aggressive streak she never knew she possessed as she nearly jacked him off in a heated stroking. Then she pulled at him and suddenly wanted him inside of her more than she wanted to breathe.

  Cole was just as worked up as he swung her around and then sat on the table himself, he pulled her up as he laid back.

  Finally, she let go of his mouth.

  They both panted like they’d just run a marathon to get here.

  Cole gazed up at her with a sweet longing in his eyes. “God dammit, Brea!”

  She licked her lips and nodded her head. Her focus on one thing and one thing only. “I’m still wearing my panties.”

  Cole looked puzzled then he grinned as he reached over and tugged at her underwear until he ripped them from her hips.

  “That’s better,” she panted out as she shucked her bra off and climbed up on him. She looked around and saw they were in a beautiful dining room on top of a huge solid oak table. Confident it could hold the storm she was about to rage on her cowboy, she sat up on her feet.

  Cole’s eyes grew wide as he watched her squat over him.

  Brea grabbed his hard cock and aimed it up as she lowered herself onto it and impaled herself in one erotic downward shove.

  Cole’s body jumped and then stiffened as he groaned loudly.

  Brea then proceeded with said raping of her fiancé as she stroked her pussy up and down over his erection with a fevered pace.

  Cole reached up and tweaked both nipples with his fingers and he was panting harder than she was. “Brea, you are one hot babe!” He met her thrusts with his own.

  Brea was so wet, she could hear the slushing sound of her body stroking over his hard length, Up and down repeatedly.

  “B-Brea,” he stammered as his eyes glazed over.

  Brea had never been the aggressor in this ‘curvy girl loves hot cowboy’ affair, but now she took the reins and rode him like he was the mechanical bull at the Flatonia bar on a Friday night.

  “Please…?” he pleaded.

  Brea felt a sexual power burgeoning in her chest as she could see his helpless passion. Oh, sweet lord, I never knew how taking over would feel. “Come for me my hot cowboy!” she swirled her hips and ground down on him with a sensuous purr coming from her throat.

  His hands fell from her nipples as his body went rigid and he raised his hips, coming hard while yelling out her name.

  “God dammed right!” she shouted as she felt his hot spurts inside of her and then her climaxed toppled her as she grasped the hardness of his chest with her fingers and squeezed his nipples.

  “AHHH!” he yelled out with a pain filled pleasure.

  Brea was breathing hard as she collapsed on top of her panting helpless cowboy.

  “Oh, Brea, baby!” he panted out with awe. “Hot fucking DAYUM!”

  Brea giggled and kissed him soundly on the mouth. Then she pulled her mouth away. “I can’t believe you did all this!”

  He blinked at her, still staring at her with astonishment. “Well, I can’t believe you just rode me hard and put me up soaking wet like that!”

  Brea felt her cheeks burning. “I guess I felt words wouldn’t cut it at the time.”

  He grinned up at her. “Well, God dammit, I may perish when you see your garden!”

  Brea tilted her head back with a laugh.

  “And when you see your decked out bathroom, I may die from a sexual happiness.”

  Her breath caught on a laugh which turned abruptly into a sob.

  “Brea?” he asked concerned as he wiped at her tears.

  “I—I have a confession t-to m-make.” She hiccupped through her tears.

  “Oh, baby whatever it is…it can’t be that bad.”

  She shook her head as more tears fell.

  “You aren’t going to tell me that you have an ex husband somewhere are you?” he asked.

  Her gaze dropped to his. “NO!” She cried. “I c-can’t…”

  He grabbed her cheeks. “What is it?”

  “…I can’t ride.”

  His brows came together. “What?” He laughed. “You just rode me hard as hell to heaven’s gates and back!”

  “No. I can’t ride a horse!” she blurted out.

  “What?”

  Shaking her head, she spluttered, “It’s shameful, m-marrying a cowboy rancher and I can’t even steady a horse!”

  “Brea, you mean you NEVER rode a horse before?”

  She smacked his chest. “Yes! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Now you can see how humiliating that is gonna be for you!”

  Cole stared at her face for a long moment. “You’re upset like this because of that?” He looked incredulous.

  “Yes, dammit! When, Quinn took me to the barn, I—suddenly realized it. What kind of wife would I be, not being able to r-ride with y-you!” she sobbed.

  “So that’s why you were out on the range laying over the horse like you were gonna die! Oh, sweetie that isn’t a big deal. I can teach you to ride, okay?”

  Sniffling, she gazed at him. “Y-you could?”

  Cole nodded as he chuckled. “But Brea, I wouldn’t care if you EVER ride a horse, baby girl. Just as long as you ride me the way you just did, I don’t give a FLYING fuck!”

  Brea gasped and looked into those cobalt eyes she loved so dearly. Then she burst out with laughter.

  “Now, let’s get to the big spring tub I had put in for you, so I can get Brea raped again!” he teased.

  Brea rolled her eyes as her laughter grew.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  “Don’t make me break out the shotgun!”

  MAGGIE

  Maggie didn’t know which end was up as she stood in the front row of her Mama and Daddy’s wedding. Jet stood next to her. How he snuck up and did that she would never know. The man was everywhere she went. She rolled her eyes. Well, this was his home.

  They all waited for Mama Daisy to come up the aisle.

  Then suddenly, Daisy burst from the door and took off into a wild sprint across the prairie lawn.

  Maggie felt her stomach roll as she gasped. Everyone murmured around her and stared.

  Jet reached down, took a hold of her hand, and squeezed.

  Maggie thought it was sweet of him to try and steady her. What in the hell was going on?

  Next thing you know, Rand rushed from the podium and hot foot jumped up on one of the horses then took off after her. In his tux and all!

  “Well, I knew this was gonna be something special all right!’” Mable shouted.

  Then a whole lot of mutterings, some gossip and a couple of tense minutes later, here came Rand riding the horse with Daisy in his lap. He set her down and spoke a few words to her as they all watched with baited breaths.

  Then he walked around the chairs and back to his spot as if nothing at all ever occurred.

  Maggie shook her head—that was her Dad though. He handled things fiercely but quietly. She rolled her eyes, with the exception of the Jet beat down on the lawn! Speaking of that, Jet still held onto her hand and it didn’t seem like he intended to let go. Her body felt too warm in the dress she wore, she knew it couldn’t be him causing the heat. Oh, no, it just couldn’t be.

  Then the music started again and damn, if it didn’t beat all, her Mama came up that red carpet walking with complete and unaltered grace with her head held high, holding that bouquet as if nothing untoward had happened at all.

  Maggie grinned. Her parents were something else all right.

  Uncle Hunter strolled along with her. Now, that was a surprise. Her Uncle showing up. She hadn’t seen him since she was a little girl. Here he was, doing what Rand had asked him to do.

  She beamed at Daisy as she marched by. “This is really going to happen,” she whispered in awe.

  Jet gave her hand another squeeze.

  Her gaze shot over to his face.

  “Ours won’t be long away either,” he whispered.

  Maggie almost swayed on her feet. Wh
en he’d said this kind of thing before, she knew how to respond. With some flippant remark or actual disbelief. NOW? She couldn’t do that. She saw that ring box and the secret thoughts he wrote about her. Her eyes swung back up to her parents as they stood side by side. By God, he meant it. He intended to get her to marry him. The thing about it was…What was she gonna do about it?

  Her focus remained on her parents as she tried to just pass the whole Jet thing off into never land.

  The preacher looked at his bible and opened his mouth to recite the vows.

  “WAIT!” A man’s voice shouted from somewhere out in the back 500 acres of the Triple K.

  “What in tarnation?” Mable yelled.

  A horse galloped along toward the wedding area out on the huge grass covered prairie.

  At first, with the sun slanting down, no one could make out who the rider was. The shape of the silhouette looked odd though.

  “Dammit who would be disrupting this damn near wedding now?” Mable again swore under her breath.

  The horse and rider came into view. It was Wade and he held Kanda on his lap. “Wait! I have the ring!” he shouted as he came up the rose petal covered red carpet aisle…horse and all.

  “I will be god dammed!” Jared Noble laughed from next to Mable.

  Rand narrowed his eyes at his overly late son who was supposed to be the best man.

  Wade jumped off the horse with Kanda in his arms like he carried a kitten instead of a curvy woman. He set her in next to Mable, patted her butt and hurried to the front.

  Kanda stared at him with glazed eyes and beamed at his back.

  Jet chuckled from beside Maggie. “Never thought I would see the day someone could make her look like that.”

  Maggie chuckled with him.

  “Son…you’s best shush up!” Maggie warned form the other side of the aisle.

  Jet lowered his head to hide his smirk.

  A groomsman jumped up on Cole’s horse and maneuvered it in to fit along the end to end horse procession. The entire line moved as cowboys tightened their reins and the horses pranced side to side to make room.

  Wade hot footed the rest of the way, stepped in next to his father, and faced the preacher.

  “Okay, now we can get on with this!” Mable grumbled.

  The preacher stood for a moment and looked at all the wedding party with a raised brow. Then feeling assured he could start again, he lifted his book and opened his mouth.

  “WAIT!” A shout came from the other side of the prairie yard.

  “Oh, sweet Lawd! Strike me dead now!” Maggie yelled.

  Laughter rippled through the line of well dressed cowboys that sat atop the horses along the aisle. Then the mirth spread like wild fire laughter along the gathered guests too. Everyone turned to the right side of the wedding gathering this time and strained their necks to get a look at the newest wedding crasher.

  Another horse appeared from the west and this time, the sun shone down on the rider.

  Cole rode this horse with Brea riding on his lap as she shouted, “Wait, I have the ring!”

  “Sweet honey sugah ice tea…this is NOT happening!” Mable shouted with disgust.

  The crowd all gaped and then broke into more laughter.

  Again, this horse rode up the now well trodden red smashed petal strewn aisle as Cole jumped down with his booted feet landing neatly on the aisle. He swiftly set the well dressed Maid of Honor, Brea down on the carpet with the greatest care. Then he stepped in beside his identical twin, Jet.

  Again, another groomsman appeared and jumped up on the horse then pulled it in while all the other horse and riders tried to adjust the line all over again, amidst overly loud horse snorts and hoof poundings.

  Jet leaned in closer to Maggie. “There’s gonna be more horses than people at this wedding if this keeps up.”

  “Jet, you are about to get put over my knee,” Mable stated with a huff.

  Jet stood up straighter.

  Maggie giggled.

  Cole elbowed his brother as if to shut him up.

  “Oww! It was you who showed up late!”

  “SHHH!” their mother hushed them. “Don’t make me break out the shotgun!”

  The guests all tittered with chuckles and laughter again. They all expected something wild and unexpected to transpire here today…only in Texas and only at the Triple K would they have a wedding like this! Everyone feared Mable’s hot temper and her ‘Slade Owned’ shotgun too, so they settled down again and faced forward as the murmurings died.

  The preacher looked more than disgusted now, as he sighed and shook his head with complete exasperation. He raised his book swiftly and fiercely this time while he opened his mouth.

  “WAIT!”

  Mable screamed as she raised her hands in the air. Then she just plumb fainted as Jared Noble caught her.

  Everyone shifted in their seats and gazed around curiously.

  “Up here!” Rand Monroe, the groom stood on the podium next to the preacher.

  All gazes swung up.

  “I have waited more than twenty years to marry Daisy Plush.”

  Daisy started to cry as if she were at a funeral, instead of her own wedding.

  “I just wanted to warn everyone.” The big Australian man gazed all around. “If anyone tries to hold this up even 20 seconds longer? I will put them down permanently!” He stared all around with a glaring cobalt glare. Silence reigned as he stepped back down and then nodded at the exasperated preacher.

  Once again, the preacher raised his book and finally recited the vows to a complete echoing silence.

  Wade handed the ring to Rand and he slipped it onto Daisy’s finger as his deep voice stated, “I DO.”

  Next, the preacher spoke the vows to Daisy.

  Brea handed her mother the ring.

  Everyone seemed to hold their breath as she stood frozen.

  “Mama…” Brea shoved the ring in her face.

  “Damn,” Mable could be heard in the crowd.

  Maggie sucked in a breath as sweat broke out on her forehead.

  Jet squeezed her hand even tighter.

  Daisy grabbed the ring with a shaky hand, turned to Rand swiftly, and put it on his finger with an, “I DO!”

  Maggie’s body nearly slumped over with relief at the words.

  Jet held her upright as he chuckled.

  Mable let out with, “Thank the heavens!” As she seemed to come out of her stupor.

  The crowd grew intensely quiet as the preacher smiled. “Empowered by the great state of Texas, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride and halleluiah!”

  Rand turned, scooped Daisy up into his arms kissing her soundly on the lips. Then he lifted his head and marched down the aisle while carrying her along in his arms.

  Daisy’s face looked flushed as her eyes swam with tears.

  The cowboy horse riders all let out with a YEE HAW as they threw their Stetsons up in the air.

  Maggie was sobbing as she watched her dear parents go back down the aisle amidst a raining parade of cowboy hats.

  “Well, thank the lord in heaven!” Mable shouted over the crowd. “They are FINALLY hitched!”

  The crowd cheered.

  Jet kept ahold of Maggie’s hand as she tearfully watched the bride and groom disappear around the side of the main house.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  “Frankly, my dear…I don’t give a damn.”

  DAISY

  Rand carried her around to the front of the Triple K.

  Daisy’s head was spinning. I almost didn’t get married today. With me running away and all the interruptions? Though at the time, it all seemed to be one big terrifying blur. Then when Rand got up on the podium next to the preacher, she’d thought…This is it! Where he says he only did all this to give me the humiliation I rightfully deserved for all the times I up and left him. Then he made that statement and she again, thought she might just faceplant right in front of the dammed preacher.


  Now, while he strode toward the driveway, the shock still hadn’t worn off, so she couldn’t even ask him what he was doing or where they were going.

  Rand said not a word as he set her in the passenger side of his jeep, buckled her in and went around to the driver’s side. He got in and they sped down the road.

  Daisy barely blinked. I’m—MARRIED! The phrase kept repeating in her stunned mind. Finally, after a little while, her daze lifted a bit, as she realized they were turning off the main road and heading toward Flatonia. What the hell? She swung her gaze over to a silent Rand.

  His jaw looked locked, his eyes set on the road.

  Is he pissed? Or what? Well, I can’t blame him. I AGAIN ran away. She let out a disgusted breath and again, glanced over at him. I wonder when he will be in the mood to let me explain?

  Rand’s jaw was still set to hard as he drove along the highway.

  Well, it doesn’t look promising, maybe he’ll let her tell him on our 10th wedding anniversary. She forced her gaze forward. For once in my wild, wayward life? I am gonna keep my big Daisy rap shut. I’m even lucky he married me after that fiasco! Her eyes narrowed as he drove down Main Street. BUT…why the hell are we in Flatonia? The questions burgeoned on her lips, but she would not speak first. A woman needed to be sure of the ground she walked on first. Like I could step out onto a Rand Cliff and fall pretty God dammed hard.

  He turned the jeep onto White Hill Street.

  What in the heavens? She wondered. This street was all mansions and the hoity-snotty league as she called them over the years. Now, she bit her lip hard. Do not ask. Do not ask! Being Daisy though, she couldn’t hold out and she opened her mouth to speak.

  Rand pulled the jeep onto a long drive.

  WHAT? Her eyes rounded. This was the actual White Hill mansion’s driveway! Did he know them? She wracked her brain. No, he couldn’t have known them. In fact, they were all mostly gone and it’d been closed up for a long time.

  Still with the stony silent routine, he drove up along the pebbled drive.