by Vanessa Vale
Tucker and Colton had driven off with her a few minutes ago with a reminder they’d see me Sunday for family brunch… at my house. It was my turn to host. But that was sooo far away and Cash and Bennett were right in front of me. Right now.
I was the last guest out the door, the other women having left about fifteen minutes ago all wound up from close-up baby-oiled abs, gyrating hips and taut ass cheeks. I had no doubt Kaitlyn was getting busy by now with Jed and Duke inside. I had no intention of interrupting that.
There was no way to avoid Bennett and Cash, no matter how flustered they made me. They were my ride home.
“I figured you’d be on a motorcycle,” I said, remembering Ava said he custom made them.
Bennett smiled. “I don’t think all three of us would fit. Got any dildos left?” he asked, peeking in the box.
I did, along with a few extra bath bombs and some romance books. Leftover tissue paper. But I was too tongue-tied to respond.
It was one thing to flirt and banter with guys I thought were strippers, who were off limits because being sexual was their job, but it was another to flirt with two guys who were local. Who weren’t strippers. Who were friends of my friends. Worse, my brothers. Who were working on fixing my truck. Who were H.O.T. Yes, completely strange since I should be flirting with guys I was interested in, but I was defective and had to wonder if I was worth their time.
Or, they weren’t my time. All that was going to happen with them was they would laugh at me when they got me naked or got inside me. Yeah, that would be fun. Completely humiliating.
I looked at the ground, and I knew I blushed. I couldn’t help it. It was in my DNA, a bane of my red hair and fair complexion. Hopefully, it was too dark for them to notice. “You’re off the hook,” I said finally. “I know who you really are, and you don’t have to joke around.”
Cash cocked his head to the side, studied me. I tried not to shift my feet, but I felt like a kid in the principal’s office, trying not to squirm. “We don’t have to talk with you?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes, walked past them toward their truck. Bennett went to the back door—it was a huge four-door pickup—and set the box inside on the seat.
Cash made it to the door before I did, opened it for me.
“No, you don’t have to flirt.”
I didn’t look at Cash as I climbed in, but he stood between the open door and the truck, one hand on the top of each, and leaned in. It was the closest he’d ever been and I could see a small scar on his right cheek, just above his beard. I could smell him, almost like oranges and more of those pheromones that made me hot all over. Bennett climbed into the driver’s seat and Cash began to crowd me. My eyes widened and I realized he was climbing in. I had no choice but to scooch over into the middle as he settled beside me.
“There’s, um, a whole back seat,” I said, thumbing over my shoulder.
Cash picked up my seat belt, crossed it over my body and handed the buckle to Bennett who clicked it into place. “We’ve been thinking about having you between us all night.”
Hoo wee, hot flash! I glanced between them as Bennett put the key in the ignition and started the engine.
“You have?” I asked, surprised. “Why?”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Cash asked, a V forming in his brow.
“Why aren’t we leaving?” I asked instead of answering. I’d made a fool of myself enough for one night.
His mouth tipped up. “We don’t know where you live.”
I closed my eyes, sighed. Why couldn’t the earth swallow people whole? I gave them the address and the nearest cross streets, and Bennett backed out of the driveway. I lived on the other side of town, about two miles away.
“Thanks for fixing my truck. I know it’s old and dilapidated, but it was my grandfather’s,” I explained. “He used to pick me up in it on Sunday mornings, take me to breakfast. When he died, he left it to me. I can’t part with it.”
“No worries,” Cash said. “Pretty sure it’s just a cracked distributor cap. I’ll get it fixed and look her over for any other problems.”
“Gus might be able to perform surgery on a squirrel, but he’s useless when it comes to anything mechanical. I’m not any better. I looked under the hood, but I don’t even know how to change the oil.”
Bennett put on his blinker and stopped for a light. “I like a woman who gets under the hood. You can get under mine anytime you want.”
He glanced my way for a second, the corner of his mouth tipped up.
I wasn’t sure what made my nipples go hard: the thought of what his undercarriage looked like or the way he smiled. I cleared my throat. “Ava mentioned you make custom motorcycles,” I replied.
We turned into my neighborhood from the main road, and I indicated where he should turn next.
“I do,” Bennett said. “I bought the Lansing ranch south of town last year. I had the barn converted into a shop and that’s where I do my work. Miami was tough. Not enough room, too many people, too many regulations. Montanans like their space and it suits me just fine.”
“No showroom?” I pointed to the right. “That’s my house, the second one down.”
As Bennett pulled up in front of my small Craftsman bungalow and turned off the engine, he said, “Don’t need one since I sell custom bikes. My business has grown enough where word of mouth works for me.”
I nodded. “I’m in marketing so I get it, and you’re very lucky to have such loyal customers.”
Cash opened the door and hopped out. He turned, held out his hand to me. “He’s modest, his bikes are killer. Has a huge waiting list.”
I took the hand, felt the callouses on his palm, but also the gentle touch, the warmth of his skin. He wasn’t like the guys I worked with, all pale from sitting behind a desk all day, their muscles from a gym’s rowing machine.
Cash was solid-packed muscle earned from hard work. In his shop. He got his hands dirty… literally. And that was pretty darn hot, along with the rest of him.
Bennett came around and stood beside Cash, blocking me in the space between the open door and the truck. One built custom bikes—and from what was said, was very successful at it—and the other ran the local repair shop. And they were gorgeous. Not the typical Montana cowboys. Being from Miami, they weren’t really even cowboys. They didn’t wear the big hats like my brothers, nor the snap shirts. They looked more… urban. Rough around the edges and not from hauling hay bales and wrangling horses. I wasn’t even sure if they knew how to ride a horse. I liked that. A lot. They were different. And they were staring at me with interest in their gazes.
What more could I want?
Oh yeah, a kiss. Or two. At least.
“Tell us, Angel, if you’re into being with two men,” Bennett said.
He’d called me Angel more than once. I liked the endearment, but I couldn’t focus on that now. “You mean because of my brothers?”
Cash squeezed my hand which made me realize he hadn’t let go. “No, because of me and Bennett. Wanting you.”
My mouth fell open and I tugged my hand away, used it to tuck my hair back behind my ear, although it was out of nervous habit rather than necessity.
It was late spring; the weather in Montana could be anywhere from balmy to blizzard. Fortunately, tonight it was warm enough where I didn’t need a coat. But with the guys right in front of me, I was practically sweating.
“Why?” I blurted out.
Bennett reached out, ran his hand over my hair, which made it fall forward. Even with his big fingers, he tucked it back again. Goose bumps rose on my skin at the contact. “Why what?”
“Why do you want me? I mean, there are tons of women in town who would literally hand their panties to you.”
“Maybe because you’re different,” Bennett said. “Because you don’t give us your panties; you give us dildos.”
“You want a dildo instead of panties?” I asked in return. He was intentionally pushing my buttons, but I couldn’t help but get
“Your panties would only end up in my pocket,” Cash said, taking a step closer. There was nowhere for me to go, so I had to tip my chin back to keep my eyes on his. “The dildo would end up deep in your pussy. Until we were done playing, then you’d have the real thing.”
Oh my god. Cash was a dirty talker. My inner walls clenched at what he said, and I was starting to pant. The dildos were large; my fingers couldn’t get all the way around. I imagined Cash and Bennett to be even bigger. My pussy clenched at the thought. Could they even fit?
“I’m not very good at this,” I admitted, looking down at the front of his shirt.
“Neither are we,” Bennett replied, sliding in close and taking my free hand. They each held one now. I worried my palms were still sweaty, I was so nervous… yet oddly giddy.
“At sex? As if,” I countered. These two bad at sex? No fucking way. Cash’s words alone could make me come. Odd, because I didn’t feel this way at all when I was with a guy in bed.
Cash tugged on my hand, pulling me into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed me. Gently, softly. His beard tickled, but all I felt was sensation. Heat. His lips brushed mine, his tongue sliding along my lower lip.
He pulled back before I could open for him. His eyes, even in the soft glow from the streetlight a half block down, looked almost black, intense. Fathomless.
I wanted more. God, I’d never felt anything like that and just from a chaste kiss. I went up on my tiptoes, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. I caught him by surprise, for he didn’t kiss me back right away. But when he did, there was tongue. Lots of it. His beard was soft, adding sensation to the kiss I wasn’t used to. The arms that banded about my waist lifted me right off my feet.
He put me down too quickly and I blinked, realizing my eyes had fallen closed. Why had he stopped? It had been so good and I wanted more. “Cash—”
“It’s Bennett’s turn.”
I’d forgotten all about him, even though he was right there.
I turned and looked at Bennett. His jaw was clenched and looked fierce. He was patient, but I sensed an unease about him, a waiting. Perhaps even doubt.
I didn’t want that. I didn’t want Bennett to think for one second I didn’t want him, too, so I hooked my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down—I was so short in comparison to both of them—and down some more until our lips met.
He kissed differently than Cash. Not as gentle, but more… controlled. As if he were holding himself back. Was he? Leashed control, but intensely hot. I’d never kissed two guys, one after the other, before. It was odd, but ridiculously sexy. To feel both their need for me was heady.
Bennett lifted his head, ran his thumb over my lower lip. “I guess we know our answer. You do want both of us.”
He stepped back and Cash took my hand again and led me up the walk. I was all wound up, aroused. Eager, but equally petrified. I felt when they kissed me. But, we were dressed and outside. My front door was getting closer and closer and what lay beyond—my bed—was where all my problems would come out. I wasn’t ready to lose this feeling, to ruin it all. I liked this with them and I didn’t want it to be over.
“I can’t do this,” I breathed, shaking my head.
I tore my hand from Cash and walked quickly up the porch steps. He remained on the walk and with the two step difference, I was just a little bit taller. Bennett followed behind with my box. He set it beside me and stood next to Cash. It was as if there was an imaginary line they wouldn’t cross.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a tease,” I told them.
“Angel,” Bennett said, slowly shaking his head. “How are you being a tease? I’d say I was one with my talk about filling your pussy with our dicks. You gave us goodnight kisses. My dick’s pretty snug in my jeans, but it will stay there until you say otherwise.”
“I just… I mean”—I closed my eyes for a second—“I’ve never done this before.”
Both of them stared at me wide-eyed. “You’re a virgin?” Cash asked.
I shook my head, laughed a little. “No, I mean, be with two guys. I’m… nervous. A little scared.”
“Of us?” Bennett wondered.
“Julia, we’d never hurt you. Ever,” Cash said, his words slowly spoken, his voice clear so I had no doubt.
I did. I knew, even if I’d just met them. I took a deep breath, let it out, looked beyond them and out into the night. How did I tell two men I wanted to sleep with them but was too afraid to do just that? I wanted this to work. More than I ever thought possible. I hadn’t been looking for a guy, considering dating to be something for other women. I was done with men. Or so I’d thought until a few hours ago.
Now? Now I wanted two. My pussy was very, very greedy and giving me mixed signals. Was I frigid or not?
“When we touch you, Julia, and we will,” Bennett began, “not tonight, but soon. It’ll only be for pleasure.”
“Not tonight?” I asked, confused. They’d talked about dildo play and fucking me. They wanted sex. I wanted them, but obviously couldn’t get my shit together.
Of course, not tonight. God, I was an idiot. I was a hot mess, my emotions tangled. I’d wanted Cash to sit in the back seat of the truck, kissed both of them—thrown myself at them, then told them I couldn’t do this… I was all over the place. I was sending mixed signals; it was a wonder they didn’t have whiplash.
Tears lodged in my throat. The last thing I wanted to do was cry in front of them, too. They’d run away screaming if I added tears to the mix of offenses tonight.
“You’re right. You must think I’m insane. Thank you for the ride. Goodnight.”
I turned on my heel, but a hand hooked about my waist before I made it two feet.
“Slow your roll, Angel,” Bennett murmured in my ear. “Take a breath. Good girl. Feel my dick against your hip?”
I did and I nodded. His body was so warm pressed along my back, his hand on my waist. His dick, huge and rock hard.
“I want you. I know Cash does, too. But we’re going to take this slow. Get to know each other a little bit more before we get you between us.”
Bennett let me go and pulled his cell from his pocket. “Give me your number.”
I rattled it off and then heard my phone ring from my purse in the box. He tucked his cell away. “Go inside and get settled for the night. Get a dildo out of the box and climb in bed. Naked. One hour and I’m calling. Then we’ll play.”
“That’s taking things slow?” I asked, equally surprised and turned on.
“Phone sex. I like the sound of this,” Cash added from where he remained on the walkway. “Bennett will patch me in. I bet you’ve never had a conference call like this before.”
4
BENNETT
* * *
“You ready for this?” I asked Cash, holding my cell up to my ear.
I toed off my shoes in the newly created mudroom, a space I’d had Landon Duke’s construction company create. The ranch house was sprawling—the previous owner had three kids—but needed updating. I had all the money I could ever use and I was slowly turning the place into a home, one room at a time. My home. After the rat race and cutthroat dealings in Miami, I was happy here and I liked the slow pace. I was settled in Raines, doing what I wanted, when I wanted to do it, and how I wanted it done.
Now, seeing Julia, kissing her… I realized I’d been missing quite a bit from life. Seeing her in the doorway earlier had been like a cartoon anvil falling on my head.
I took the stairs two at a time to the master bedroom. Reaching behind my head, I tugged my shirt off, let it drop to the carpet by the bed.
One-night-stands were fine and all. Took the edge off. Relaxed me. But damned if I remembered any of the women’s names the next day. And the others I’d shared with Cash… a wild time but nothing more.
And yet, now, I’d never been so hard in my life. Fuck, I was thirty-six years old, and I was about to have phone sex. Phone sex, and I couldn’t be more excited about it. I undid the button on my jeans, slid the zipper down, reached into my boxers and pulled my dick out. I was close to coming and I tightly gripped the base to hold it off. What the fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t fifteen anymore.
“Hell, yes,” Cash said, breaking me from my thoughts.
I’d dropped him off at his house fifteen minutes earlier. I couldn’t cut the ride out of town to my property any closer, not wanting to risk being pulled over by Liam Hogan. I had no interest in explaining my speed, or the hard-on in my pants, to a Duke family friend—and the county sheriff. He was dating Jill Murphy along with Julia’s cousin, Porter. What we did with Julia was private and wasn’t her brothers’, or cousin’s, business.
“She’s skittish,” I replied. I thought of the kiss we’d shared. Just watching her kissing Cash had been hot. While he’d initiated, it had been gentle, almost tender. But then she’d practically climbed him like a tree for more. And when I’d gotten my mouth on her… she was so fucking sweet. Like candy. Passionate, a little wild, as if she even surprised herself a little. I remembered the feel of her curves as she pressed against me. Those tits were definitely god given, unlike most ones in Miami. And her nipples, I’d felt those hard tips. Perfection in a tiny little package.
I hadn’t wanted to lift my head from the kiss. All I’d wanted to do was toss her over my shoulder, kick open her front door and take her on the floor. But something hadn’t been quite right.
“She wanted us, but ran hot and cold,” Cash said.
“Yeah, remember what she said earlier… something like a dildo doesn’t complain when it’s fucking her.” I ran my hand through my hair. “I’m guessing some asshole hurt her, and I want to kill him.”
“If her brothers found out about it, he’s dead already,” Cash stated.
I grinned, sitting down on the side of my bed. She had a lot of protectors and I was glad for it, but that didn’t mean she told them everything. I had a sister and, thank fuck, I knew nothing about her sex life, even if she’d been married for five years now. “I want her. Fuck, like air to breathe, but it was obvious we weren’t getting in her bed tonight. I didn’t want to scare her off, so I thought this would be a pretty hot alternative.”
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