She hugged him tight. “No, you have to stay with me so I can return that favor.”
He kissed her again, lingering so long Thomas thought his brother would blow off whatever called him away. Thomas grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on, giving them a measure of privacy for a goodbye, though his mind circled on how to make a better sexual experience that included all three of them, and eventually four.
Chapter 12
She hid. Mary wasn’t too proud to admit it. She was hiding out in the cabin, letting the dust settle in town after what she knew had to be big gossip. One week married and the new Paraby wife’s reputation lay in tatters.
If she’d known more people in town, she might have gone to see their reaction, but all she knew were the grocery store people. They seemed nice enough. She held onto hope they didn’t listen to idle gossip and if they did, they didn’t care.
She looked away from the backsplash of the kitchen she’d painted a rosy pink. It popped against the slight red tone in the surrounding wood of the cabin. She’d broke into her emergency money to send a little along with Thomas with the paint color request. He’d done well and the added color warmed the house up to a home.
But no matter how homey, she couldn’t hide forever. Three days without seeing anyone except Thomas and Paul—while doing good things for her heart and their relationships—already frayed her nerves. It couldn’t be healthy for her mind either. She cleaned her brushes, satisfied she’d at least made quality use of her self-imposed solitude.
Thomas entered as she tossed the used rags in the trash. She smiled at him, but his lips pulled in a tight line, his cheeks sunk into his face, pale.
“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She wiped her hands again and hurried to him. “Are you sick?”
He shook his head and hugged her so hard her heart jumped. People only hugged that hard after something horrible happened. Her mind scattered to possible explanations, every terrifying, heartbreaking nightmare ever.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, terrified to hear the answer.
“I spoke to my mother. She’s on her way out.”
She could think of a thousand scenarios worse than his mother coming. The pure relief of it made her sag against him.
“She knows, Mary. She stopped at my office and raised hell for an hour. I told her the truth—all of it. It’s like she didn’t hear me. My boss fired me and then Mom got in her car screaming about coming here to kick you out. I don’t know how I beat her here.”
Mary looked at the door. She couldn’t believe Helen was actually coming and had cost Thomas the job he enjoyed. The sound of approaching wheels against gravel stopped short outside. Thomas froze, but Mary jumped into action. She sprinted for the door, locked it, and killed the lights.
“She’ll see the truck,” Thomas protested.
Her mind ran at full speed. “Shh. Pull the curtains over there and hide under the table.”
“I’m a grown man, I don’t—”
“You want to fight with your mother alone right now? You know it would be better with Paul. Hide.”
She shuffled under the table they’d defiled only days before and grabbed his hand, pulling him down. He groaned, but came along. The knocking was followed by a yelling that bordered on shrieking so fierce Mary couldn’t make out the words.
Thomas didn’t make eye contact, but Mary tried to be practical.
“She’s super pissed,” she whispered. “What did you tell her exactly?”
“This is stupid.”
“So go answer the door,” she said. “She sounds rational and willing to discuss things like a loving adult.”
He pressed his forehead to the floor. “I hate this. She came in horrified that I’d been seduced by you or some shit. I told her the truth—you are Paul’s wife and my wife and have been from the start. Cut and dry. She flipped out. My boss… I have to find a new job now.”
She appreciated his honesty, but hated he’d gotten trapped in a mess. “I know you’ll find another one. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their office.”
“Not if they have to deal with my mother scolding me for sharing a wife with my brother. Hell, when I mentioned Duane she really went nuts.”
Mary winced. “She didn’t take that well either?”
“She flipped out, quoted the Bible and all this…junk.” He laughed, though it didn’t sound happy. “And she quoted it incorrectly. It was all wrong, but there was no talking to her. I can’t believe I’m nearly thirty and hiding from my mother.”
“Oh, come on, you never snuck girls into your room growing up?” Mary knew full well how pitiful the situation looked. She hated acting like a coward, but she refused to slam into a bad situation and make it worse. She sidled up to Thomas and bumped hips with him. “Come on, you can tell me.”
“We had a system. If I wanted a girl over, Paul kept Mom busy and vice versa.”
“Ahh, so you were naughty boys. What about when you wanted a girl at the same time?”
“We waited until we were out of the house for that.” Thomas finally smiled. “You know, I’ve been thinking about sex. Paul and I are going to try this new thing.”
“Thomas! You open this door right now!” Helen’s voice rang through the door.
She ignored it. “Tell me about your plans.”
He raised his eyebrow and she thought he might be too distracted by the yelling, but she hoped he’d take the lifeline she offered. She loved him, and if they couldn’t win just yet, they would eventually.
“So, Paul’s fingers gave me the idea.”
Her cheeks lit on fire at the thought of the things Paul could do with just his pinky. “Um, okay.”
“Is it all only vaginal or does Paul go anal sometimes too?”
His conversational tone made her wonder if she could really handle a straightforward talk about sex. The twinkle in Thomas’s eye told her he’d put the earlier unpleasantness out of mind. She wanted that to continue, so she set aside her shyness.
“Um, mostly vaginal, but sometimes, um, he turns his fingers the other way and strokes back more and it feels different.”
Thomas nodded. “What do you think would happen if I tried anal with you again—just me, not double—while Paul worked with his hands?”
Her body shivered. Anal sex alone had been fine, just as vaginal was the bee’s knees. Combining the two as they had overwhelmed too much. She saw the merits of the plan and couldn’t wait to try.
“When will Paul be home?” she asked.
He grinned. “That’s my girl. I’ll talk to him about it tonight. We’ll get it figured out, then give it a try after you’ve had a nice long shower and you’ve spent the afternoon thinking about it.”
Nothing else would reach her mind, not with her pussy already clenching and dripping just thinking about Paul and Thomas—the two finally working together for pleasure.
Tires on gravel brought her out of her sexy fantasy.
Thomas blew out a big breath. His cheeks tinged red. “I, ah, forgot she was there a minute.”
“Well, forget again. We can’t do anything about her right now.” She used those words as a balm to her heart, knowing full well when they did address their mother it would hurt in more ways than one. “Come and look at the kitchen. It turned out really nice.”
* * * *
Paul pulled another gray hair from his temple. He moved away from the window and collapsed into his chair. After a day full of running numbers and talking to his accountant they’d finally finished paperwork on his end. Now they had to wait for final approval. The files Mary put together had met the accountant’s checklist. If it fit the county’s…worrying would only make his gut ache.
He closed his office door and grabbed his hat from its peg. The door to the stables opened and one of his newer hands walked in. Amory had been with him for six months, but ranching for years. He seemed all right so far, but Paul hadn’t spoken much with his help since the Walter incident. His neighbor was a huge gossip, s
o he knew full well the word ambled across the county. From the smirk on Amory’s face, Paul figured he’d heard.
“Where you off to, Amory?” Paul asked.
“Need to fill up the truck to head to Geneva,” he said. “You doing all right, boss?”
“Doing fine, thanks.” He unlocked his office to grab cash.
“Been hearing things with you and the new misses aren’t going so great.”
“I never took you for a gossip, Amory.”
He grabbed a ten dollar bill from the cash tin and made a note on the expense report. He needed to get the totals to Mary soon so she could do the spreadsheets.
“Well, I reckon I’m not, but when it’s loud enough, everyone hears. You and Thomas all right? I never thought a woman could get between the two of you.”
Paul held out the cash and keys to the ranch truck. “The Geneva load is already in the truck. Get it up there first thing tomorrow.”
“Thanks. I’ll get it taken care of. I like being here,” Amory said. “It’s a good place. I’ve learned over the years to mind my business and be real discreet, if you know what I mean.”
Paul refused to even think about what the jackass meant. “Get the bails out first thing, got it?”
Amory tipped his hat. “Whatever you want, boss.”
What he wanted included a steak, a beer, and to watch a football game on the couch without his pants and to forget about the land deal. He needed a vacation. He headed for the house, the evening dark closing in quickly, but he didn’t worry. He’d made the walk thousands of times. The wild animals left him alone, and as long as they stayed out of his yard, he left them be as well.
He considered taking a break in the forest before going back to the house. He loved Mary, even loved Thomas, but didn’t really want to see anyone at the moment. Forward motion made him feel in control. Waiting made him crazy. He’d thought patience came with age, but if it did, he wasn’t old enough. He ran his hand over the scruff of his chin.
Waiting for Duane to come back added another layer of stress Paul didn’t want to think about, but it kept cropping up because they hadn’t heard from him in a while. Mary mentioned sending letters over the spring as she’d corresponded with him and Thomas, but she hadn’t heard back much.
Duane sent Paul and Thomas the occasional note, every one telling them he had no intention of joining with Mary. The dumbass was wrong. He would, but it might take some of the fighting Mary hated so much. Paul’s head started to pound, so he walked faster. His attempt to hide and delay his problems had done exactly jack shit.
The truck waited in the clearing near the cabin. He’d have to give Thomas a ride in the morning so he could use the truck since the ranch one was occupied. They needed another damn vehicle. The bare bulb over the door flickered on as he approached and he had to smile. For the crap that piled up, coming home to a warm cabin where someone waited beat out the glumness circling his mind.
The door opened before he could reach for the knob. Mary leaned against the doorframe with a sensual smile in a tiny blue nightgown.
“Hey, handsome.”
Thoughts of beer, steak, and pants-free football watching flew away without remorse.
“I need you to march to the shower and get right back. Can you do that for me?”
He spun on his heels and backtracked to the bathroom. He bypassed waiting for the warm water and used the gravity shower instead, soaping up and rinsing off in minutes. He didn’t know how long the burst of energy would last, but he wanted it for Mary. Nothing cleared his mind like her.
Mary waited at the door, half hanging out from the doorway as he returned, towel slung over his hips. The late summer sun set over the trees, but kept the air plenty warm for comfort. Her naughty grin turned up the heat even more.
Her hair hung in wet curls, like she’d showered as well. She held up her arms, but instead of picking her up, he grabbed the edge of her nighty and pulled it over her head. She giggled and put her hands on her bare hips.
“Well, then, looks like you’re in the right mood for this.”
Thomas already waited on the bed, candles lit on the nightstand, his hands stretched behind his head. His brother cocked his eyebrow, the silent dialogue one he understood very well. Paul lost his towel and closed the front door. On second thought, he locked it. He carried Mary to the bed between hot, dragging kisses.
He set her on the bed and dropped to his knees. She tried scooting toward the headboard, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled until her beautiful pussy lay exposed and open for his mouth.
“Oh, jeez.”
He looked up a moment and winked before dragging his tongue across her slit. Her juices already coated the inside of her lips and transferred to his tongue with each lick. She moaned as he thrust his tongue inside her pussy, but when he circled her clit with his fingertip the squirt of sweet juices showed her pleasure even further.
“More, I need a lot more,” she cried, her frustrated tone making him want to give her that ‘more’ but he held back.
He held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and explored her delicate folds, dipping lower to the puckered bud of her ass. He nudged the opening with his pinky. The tight muscle jumped, but unlike past interaction, he didn’t move on. He dragged his tongue from her soaked pussy down to her hole, ringing the sphincter with the natural lubrication and gently nudging until the tip of his tongue breached.
She whimpered. “Fingers, please. Something. You’re killing me.”
He ignored her plea and focused on her ass. This time when they tried double she’d be so desperate, so needy the combination would throw her into the kind of orgasm she’d think about for days. His dick hurt, but he ignored it and pushed his pinky deeper.
Thomas tapped his shoulder, but Paul didn’t turn, focused on the task at hand. Thomas cleared his throat and finally Paul looked up to find a tube of lubricant already opened. He held up his hand and Thomas squeezed a dollop into his palm. Mary pushed up onto her elbows, looking between both of them with wide eyes. Paul chanced a glance at his brother and cocked his chin toward the head of the bed. Mary thinking and anticipating wouldn’t help. She needed to be distracted.
Thomas crawled on the bed. Paul trusted his twin to demand Mary’s attention. He warmed the lube in his palm, rubbing his fingers through the slickness until it coated. Where Mary had tightened up when she looked down at them, her body already relaxed again and he had no difficulty slipping his pinky deeply into the warmth of her ass. His imagination went straight to what it would feel like to have his dick there instead, but he forced himself to focus because that wasn’t in the cards this time.
He mimicked the pumping of his finger with his tongue, licking and stroking her pussy. Her legs thrashed and he knew another orgasm approached. He pulled his finger out of her ass, and stopped licking her. With Thomas in his way, he couldn’t see her face, so relied on her body for clues. He blew lightly on her clit and tapped Thomas’s foot. If they were going to try, she couldn’t be more ready.
Thomas immediately moved to the side. Paul stood and helped him adjust Mary on her side. Eating her up had been fun, but crawling onto bed beside Mary where she wrapped her arms around him and attacked his lips was even better. She slid her fingers through his hair. He tried to pull away to tell Thomas to start, but she didn’t let him loose.
He took her leg and brought it high over his hip, hoping Thomas would understand. The move put his dick in line with her pussy. The hot wetness there made reaching back for the condom a nightmare, but he managed to get it on without moving way from Mary. He played the tip of his cock in her lips while she continued to kiss him. Paul tightened his hold on her upper thigh, spreading her ass further. She froze and he pulled back enough to see Thomas in position. Remembering how she’d panicked the last time they’d been this close, Paul nipped her lip and brought her back to the moment with him.
He reengaged his fingers, circling her clit and dipping deeper to the place that always set
her off. Her eyes widened, the pleasure so close to panic he worried for a split second she’d call them off. He pressed deeper, circling the small patch of nerves she loved so much. She squeezed her eyes closed and gasped, the hard puffs of breath a new expression of pleasure. She pressed her pussy harder to his fingers, the push along with the tightening there telling him Thomas entered.
“Keep breathing,” Thomas muttered from behind. “You’re doing great. Paul, go.”
Paul worked his fingers in and out in slow motion, twisting them gently and expanding their reach every so often. Mary continued puffing and breathing tightly, but gradually her stiffness eased and she rocked against his fingers and Thomas behind her. The tension around his fingers eased and Paul recognized his opening. Over Mary’s shoulder he caught Thomas’s eye. His brother’s face pulled tight, and Thomas nodded.
Paul removed his fingers. Mary gasped and moaned in protest. He caught her lips before she could speak. He pressed the tip of his cock to her opening and slowly pushed in. Unlike the fast and hard play she enjoyed so much, this time he denied her urging and made a slow, smooth entrance, pausing halfway when the snug pressure from Thomas in her ass made the usually tight passage too small to proceed.
Thomas groaned. For an instant they were separated only by Mary.
“Oh fuck,” Mary cried out. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Move. Hard. Together, just go.”
Paul would have laughed if he’d thought he could hold his load. Instead, he waited for Thomas to pull back. With the added room, Paul pressed forward. They moved in slow, stilted thrusts. The more they moved, the easier the motions came. Mary rocked with them, giving and taking between panting orgasms. The tightening of her pussy around his dick hurt in the best way, but after only a few minutes the tension in his balls threatened to explode.
“I want to be on top,” Mary moaned through kiss-swollen lips. “Turn over.”
He thrust as deep as he could and slowly turned to his back, taking her with him. The motion proved too much for him and he came, the jerking, hot semen shooting fast and hard.
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