Double Her Pleasure (4 page)

“Goddamn, I can’t wait.” The mattress moved
as Garret pushed off it. “Get on your knees, Megan. Hands and
knees.”

Two sets of hands helped her get into
position and with her action hero’s guidance, her legs spread to
where he wanted them. Trey knelt in front of her, brushing her hair
from her face, tucking it over one shoulder.

She looked up at him, opened her mouth, and
flicked her tongue over her lips.

“I don’t need more of an invitation than
that.” Trey’s low voice rumbled as he grabbed the hair at the nape
of her neck and gave a tug, setting her mouth at the perfect level,
inches from his weeping cock.

“Brother,” Garret’s voice came from behind
her. “You’ll never forget the suckin’ she’s about to give you. It
haunts my dreams.”

“Sweetheart.” Trey’s eyes glistened. “Take
it.”

She widened her mouth and inched forward,
sucking in his head as he pushed into her. Salty and warm, she
licked the drops of pre-cum as he slid in deeper. His musky, woodsy
scent snuck into her nostrils, and all she wanted was to please
him, give him all of herself.

He backed out slowly and she whined. Placing
her hand on his ass cheek, she pulled him into her. Deep to the
back of her mouth, pushing downward into her throat, she relaxed
and let him in, let him go all the way until her lips bumped the
root of his cock.

“Aw, sweetheart.” He pulled her hair to guide
her back, then slid into her again. “The way you suck, it’s got me
right...on...the...edge.”

With a snap of a latex condom, Garret’s
weight dipped the mattress and his hands grasped her ass. “Hold on,
Trey, let me get there.”

Between her calves, Garret took his position,
the hair on his legs tickling her calves and thighs. The blunt tip
of his shaft traced the slit of her pussy, down and up, over and
over, until she thrust her ass toward him, needing his heat inside
her, driving and pumping.

“Wet and slick. Yeah.” He swallowed loudly
between heavy breaths. “This is going to be epic.” He held her
still, sliding just the knob of his cock into her.

Trey released her hair and cupped her face,
his thumbs tracing the curves where her suction on his cock pulled
her cheeks in. He moved slowly, in and out, long deep thrusts. He
had to be pacing himself. “So beautiful. You taking me in, making
love to me this way.”

She wished she could see his whole face, see
the emotion, share the moment.

Garret’s grip on her ass cheeks tightened.
“Now, baby.” He slid into her pussy, all the way to his balls, his
hips pressing tight against her ass and thighs. “Yeah, that’s
it.”

Her canal stretched to accommodate his girth,
her core shifted and softened to take all his impressive length.
Deep inside her belly, sparks grew to a consuming flame.

She hummed around Trey’s cock, breathing when
he pulled out, swallowing when he pressed himself down her
throat.

Garret slowly eased out of her, then thrust
back in, hard and fast. “Baby, you’re so hot and slippery.” His
hands slid to the top of her thighs, holding her where he wanted
her.

She waited for his next withdrawal, but he
stayed buried in her and rotated his hips.

The movement along her channel intensified
the heat burning in her core.

With a grunt, Trey started moving faster, his
hips pumping his cock into her, then out, finding a rhythm.

In seconds, Garret found the same beat,
sliding out of her then back in, choreographing his movements with
his brother’s.

She closed her eyes and let the powerful
sensation of being loved by her two men overwhelm her, send her
nipples tingling, and licks of flame racing along her spine. Her
mind transported her out of body and into a muzzy state of near
climax. She would come just from the bliss of giving her guys
everything they wanted from her.

But then, Garret’s hand touched her clit, and
she couldn’t resist her body’s cry. Blasting into orbit, spinning
and whirling in darkness, she moaned around Trey’s shaft, clenched
and convulsed her channel around Garret’s hot cock.

“Hell, I’m gonna...” Trey took her hair in
his fist as his shaft swelled in her mouth.

Through her receding orgasm, she sobered
herself just enough to give her men what they needed. Reaching for
Trey’s sac, she cupped his tight balls in her palm, crossed her
first two fingers, and pressed them into that sweet spot back
behind his balls.

He shot like a power sprayer, his cum hot and
ropy as it filled her mouth, the tangy-sweet taste different than
Garret’s had been on her tongue.

Behind her, the action star mumbled curses,
then shouted. “Can’t hold off.”

Megan tightened her still-convulsing channel
and shoved herself back onto his cock with each of his forward
thrusts.

Gripping her hips with both hands, he pounded
her, his breath puffing hot and fast, warming her back with its
intensity.

Trey slowed as his body shuddered.

Using her thumb and finger, she pressed the
base of his cock, sliding her digits up his staff, sucking the last
drops of ejaculate from him. Looking up into his eyes, she kissed
his head, taking one last lick.

He sat back on the bed, tunneled his fingers
through her hair, and leaned in for a kiss.

With a shout, Garret’s rhythmic jackhammering
turned into fierce, erratic pumps into her core, his hands shaking
as the held her tightly to him.

Then he was still. “Baby. Never had sex that
good.”

Trey’s lips on hers curved in a smile. “Yeah.
Sweet, tight pussy. Hot mouth with those sexy lips...” He nibbled
on them. “That tongue that makes a man your slave.”

She smiled and lapped him with her tongue.
“I’d like that. You two hunks becoming my slaves.” She looked over
her shoulder at Garret, who was still balls-deep in her, breathing
hard and looking like he could collapse at any moment. “I’d get to
order you around.”

Garret let out a chuckle. “Ain’t nobody had
us hogtied yet, Ms. Megan. But if anybody could make it happen...”
Slowly, he pulled his shaft out, sending charges of lust through
her belly. He climbed off the bed.

“Yeah, it’d be you.” Trey pulled her to him,
laying back and cradling her against his chest.

His heart beat rapidly under her cheek. Her
own heart was stuttering at their words. “You two always know what
to say to make me melt.”

Garret returned from the bathroom and flopped
down on the bed next to her.

Megan rolled onto her back and flung her arms
over each of her men’s chests.

They instantly began caressing her, Trey’s
hands much coarser than Garret’s, the contrast amazingly sexy.

“While you’re melted...” Trey’s fingers
traced her shoulder and continued to her breast.

Garret rolled onto his side, propping his
head on his bent arm. “We’re gonna turn
melted
into
hot-as-lava.” He leaned in and suckled her nipple, releasing it
with a pop. “If you’re ready.”

As quivers shook her belly, her stomach
rumbled. Biting back a smile, she willed her hunger away. With her
nerves as jumbled as they’d been all day, she hadn’t eaten anything
but a piece of toast early that morning.

Trey slid his palm to her belly button. “You
hungry?”

She grasped his wrist and tugged his hand
back up to her breast. “Just for more of this.”

He cupped her breast and ran his tongue in a
circle around her nipple. “A taste of you is all I need, but Inez
put a casserole in the oven before she left.”

Her mouth watered.

“Wait.” Garret sat up. “Not her famous
tortilla cheese thing.”

“Yep.” Trey gazed into her eyes as he teased
her nipple. “With sour cream and guacamole for topping...”

Megan’s stomach rumbled so loudly, both men
laughed. She grimaced. “Stop talking food, you’re making me
percolate.”

Megan admired Garret’s bulky muscles as he
rolled off the bed.

“Let’s eat first.” He pulled on his jeans.
“It’ll give us strength to do it all night.”

“Do it?” Trey eased off the bed and reached
for her, helping her stand. “Real nice, hotshot.”

Jeez, the minute they were out of bed, they
started at each other. “I kind of like ‘do it.’ It sounds
so...wicked.”

Trey picked up her blouse and handed it to
her. “All right then. Let’s eat then get back to doing it.”

She smiled. The only thing she’d seen of the
ranch was the house, and she was curious. “Can I get a quick tour
of the ranch, first? Before the sun goes down?” She slid off the
bed. “I promise not to ask a million questions. It won’t take long,
then we can get back to the important stuff.”

“Sure.” Garret smacked her butt as he walked
past. “I’d like to see the place, too. It’s been a while.”

Trey’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t
speak.

“Give me a few minutes to change and freshen
up.” She felt a little sticky and musky.

As Garret set her suitcase on the bed, Trey
tugged her close. “You smell sexy.” He rubbed his hard shaft on her
belly. “I’d like to freshen you up with my tongue.”

Her breath stalled as her pussy tightened,
wanting him licking between her legs.

“Hey.” Garret moved in behind her, pulling
her hair aside and kissing her neck. “I thought we decided to eat.”
He chuckled. “And I mean whatever’s in the oven downstairs, not
Megan’s sweet cunt.”

She shivered with a spike of lust, but put a
hand on each of their chests and pushed. It was like trying to move
solid rock, but they stepped back. “Chow first.” She walked away
from them. “Now get out of here or we’ll end up burning the
casserole.”

“Damn.” Garret picked up his jeans and shorts
and jogged out the door and down the stairs.

Trey shrugged. “Can’t blame him. If I’d been
without Inez’s cooking for as long as he has, I’d be the same
way.”

She unzipped her suitcase. “I bet it’s nice
to have him home.” She tried to sound light and breezy, but she
would love to know what he thought about Garret’s comments in the
truck.

“Yeah.” Trey stared out the window as he
tugged on his jeans. “See you downstairs, sweetheart.” He winked at
her as he left the room.

She watched him go. They were the most
fascinating men she’d ever met. She selected jean shorts, a tank
top, and a new white lace bra and panty set, and headed for the
bathroom. Combining her life with theirs would be twice as
complicated as building a relationship with one man, but well worth
the effort.

Flipping the light switch in the bathroom,
her gasp echoed through the room. “Seriously amazing.” Gray and
maroon tiles covered the floor and walls, a huge walk-in shower
with multiple showerheads took up one whole wall. A black whirlpool
tub, big enough for three, sat in one corner.

She ran her fingers over one of the thick
black towels hanging on a bar. Biting her lip, she considered how
long it would take her to shower. Long enough to have Trey coming
up here to check on her? “Sorry, cowboy.” She twisted the faucet
and water shot out of the showerheads. “But this girl just can’t
resist.”

****

Trey found his brother in the big, white
kitchen, using a fork to pick at the glass casserole dish he’d
pulled out of the oven. He’d found an old shirt in the mudroom, a
plaid button-down with the sleeves ripped off, and wore it open in
the front.

“Damn good,” Garret mumbled through a
mouthful of Inez’s specialty.

Trey breathed deep, the corn tortillas and
southwest spices making his stomach rumble. “She misses you,
too.”

Garret set his fork down, leaned against the
white marble countertop, and gave him a stare. “You’re trying to
get me to make up my mind before I’ve even unpacked my
suitcase.”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Nope. I
was just sayin’ what she told me this morning.” He opened the
refrigerator door and pulled out two bottles of beer. Handing one
to his brother, he searched for the right words.

Trey wanted Garret here with him, helping
with the ranch and the side businesses they ran. “You’ll do what
you want, no matter what I say.”

Garret stiffened.

That hadn’t come out right.

“You don’t have a say.” His brother set his
beer down untasted, and leaned his elbows on the counter, looking
out the bank of windows set low between the counter and the
cabinets. “Remember whose life it is?”

The panoramic view of the ranch buildings
usually calmed Trey, but today, it edged his nerves to a razor
point.

“No, I don’t have a say.” Trey took a swig.
“But if you decide to go back to LA permanently, I’m gonna need to
hire someone to help manage the place.”

Garret let out a long breath, still staring
out the window.

Tray had told his brother a year ago the
Silver Spur had grown too big for one man and a foreman to handle.
Garret had been going back and forth on his decision since then.
Maybe having Megan here would help him decide. “And I need the help
now, little brother.”

Turning to face him, Garret grinned. “When
you get serious like that, you sound just like Dad.” He picked up
his beer and took a long pull.

Sounded. Just. Like. Dad. Trey was half proud
of being like the man he admired most in the world, and half
annoyed that his brother had made the comment only to irk him.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment, even
if it wasn’t meant that way.” He set his beer down and straightened
to his full height.

Shrugging, Garret inspected the label on his
bottle. “It was meant as a compliment.” He met his gaze. “You’ve
found your place in the world, you know who you are and what’s
going to happen tomorrow and the day after that and the year after
that.”

Trey deflated a little hearing the
uncertainty in Garret’s voice. “And you?”

He lifted his bottle in a toast. “Still the
kid, running from nothing and to nowhere.”