Bad Bride Good Cowboys (6 page)

Mickey’s breathy chuckle caressed Brady’s skin.
“Let’s pretend for a few days, Collin doesn’t exist and she’s the only woman in the world who’ll complete us.” His lover’s voice was husky and Brady curled his fingers around the solid smooth erection and gently caressed to the tip. He liked—no loved the idea as much as he loved the man beneath his touch and the woman who ruled his heart.

“God yes, I want her.” His confession though hard to
admit, fell from his lips before Mickey covered them with his mouth in a hot kiss. Brady’s tongue entered Mickey’s mouth and their tongues entwined, fuelling the need and desire Brady’s body was already experiencing. He moaned against Mickeys lips as his finger slid across the pre-cum of his lovers cock.

The kiss ended and Mickey grinned. “I say we show that girl, we mean business.”

Brady met his friend’s gaze. “And I say we take this to the bedroom.”

Chapter Four

Mickey’s thoughts were reeling as he and Brady walked up the stairs. He paused on the landing and glanced over at Felicia’s door.

“She’s fine, just sleeping off the Jell-O shooters,” Brady whispered.

Mickey turned to him and grinned. “She was completely out of control tonight.”

“She has a tendency to get that way when her mother isn’t looking.” Brady smiled and also glanced at Felicia’s bedroom door before returning his gaze to Mickey. “She wouldn’t have been so messed up if guys hadn’t bought her drinks thinking they had a chance to get her into bed.”

Brady had a point and Mickey hated that he was right. Men loved Felicia even though she was oblivious to it most of the time. Over the last couple years especially, both he and Brady had witnessed grown men trip over their own feet to get her attention. Now she still had a possible fiancé who never would appreciate her. He truly hoped her calling off the engagement and her no doubt drunken rant to the unsuspecting Paul meant, the wedding ordeal was behind them. If it was, then he and Brady could focus on having her full time in their lives.

Mickey inhaled a shallow ragged breath. “Can I be honest?”

“Please, no more secrets, I don’t know if I can take it.” The other’s man response was fair and Mickey knew he’d really hurt Brady. For that he was sorry, but he’d protect Felicia’s one little secret forever—the one reason he’d never regret sleeping with her when she was young, drunk and in love with someone who didn’t notice her.

Mickey smiled at the irony. “I hate every man who looks at her with the sole thought of getting her in bed, or wins one of her smiles.”

Brady sighed. “I know the feeling.”

Mickey’s heart clenched. Somehow, someway, it shouldn’t be like this. Yet it was and next to the woman sleeping off too many drinks, he knew he had no one to blame but himself. If Brady knew the truth, the details of the night he and Felicia had shared, Mickey would never forgive himself and there was a small chance Brady wouldn’t forgive him either. He knew the other man felt resentful toward him now and had carried a strong love for Felicia for quite awhile. Mickey hoped time and having Felicia in their life would make things right—even perfect for them all. Brady knew Mickey had sex with Felicia long ago, he knew Mickey had no remorse or regrets, what he never could know was why Mickey had decided having sex with their best friend’s sister was a great idea—besides the fact she was beautiful and he had too much to drink.

“I meant what I said.” He ran his fingers down Brady’s shaven cheek to his jaw line and over his scratchy five ‘o’clock shadow. “Forget Collin, the good Lord knows he has failed her more times than any of us can count.”

“My parents…”

“Wouldn’t want you to question the man you are today. You love me, you love her.” He offered a weak smile. “If we’re right about the doll, the three of us will very good together and our relationship will make sense.” He nodded toward Felicia’s bedroom door.

“Why don’t you go check on her and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

He turned to Brady, then leaned in and brushed his mouth against his lover’s. “I’ll be right there.”

Mickey turned and crossed the short distance to the threshold of the room where a very drunk Felicia slept off the effects of overindulging. He pushed open the door and studied the sleeping beauty. Why hadn’t he and Brady clued in sooner? How could they have been so blind to her feelings for them?

Collin was the reason.

Neither he nor Brady had ever wanted to risk losing their best friend; but now they risked losing Felicia. She was worth the risk. As he quietly stepped over to the side of the bed, he hoped maybe Collin and Clarissa would be okay with the… arrangement.

The scenes in the bridal shop and at lunch a month earlier played out in his mind. No, the Morgan matriarch wasn’t going to take things gracefully. Paul was a lawyer with a prestigious Beverly Hills law firm. He and Brady spent their time raising horses and, though they made a lot of money, it didn’t mean anything against the high society status Paul and his family represented.

He knew he wanted her to be happy and her bad behavior and the things she had said about Paul assured him that a life with a dick attorney wasn’t going to bring her any joy.

Felicia stirred slightly and rolled onto her back. A small smile tugged at his lips. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on her full, soft mouth. She stirred again as he lifted his head. Her lashes fluttered open and he held his breath.

“I love you,” she whispered before her long lashes slammed shut and she rolled over to her side.

It took every ounce of control he could muster not to climb onto the bed and wrap her in his arms. He wanted to hold her and reassure her everything would be okay. Soon enough he would have that luxury; right now he had to make sure he and Brady were as strong as they were before. The three of them had to figure things out before her mother, Paul, or even Collin figured out she was at the ranch.

He sighed heavily and walked over to the door, then turned and glanced back at the sleeping Felicia.

I love you too, doll.

Every nerve in Brady’s body was on full alert as he stepped into the hot spray of the large shower in his and Mickey’s private bathroom. A cyclone of emotions continued after his already taxing day. He should be exhausted, but between the love he had felt for Felicia for so long and the desire he had for the man he loved, his brain wouldn’t shut down. Between the revelations, the hurt that felt a lot like betrayal, and not knowing until tonight how Felicia had felt about him, his thoughts were reeling. While all this churned in his mind, he couldn’t escape the thrilling possibility of Mickey, Felicia and him together. The water cascading down soothed his muscles but not his hard-on or the conflicting emotions he was feeling where the beauty sleeping down the hall was concerned. Kissing her lips had been a small step to what was yet to come. After her declarations, on both the phone today and the ones tonight in her drunken state, he knew her feelings for him and Mickey ran way beyond that of a friend. There was little room for debate, she loved them and wanted to be with them.

When Mickey had told her he was taking her up to bed and she asked if it was theirs, Brady
, for a fleeting moment, debated it. Only, after her revelations and the drunken mess she was in, the idea had been short lived.

Brady groaned as his cock throbbed
. Images of the many fantasies he had of Felicia over the years filled his mind. He wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke. He closed his eyes and slid his hand to the base then up to the tip. His mind brought back images of the many sexual escapades he and Mickey had shared and his hand picked up speed.

“I don’t know what’s hotter, the sight of you stroking your dick or imagining Felicia doing it for you.”

Brady’s thoughts and heart both slammed to a stop. His eyes opened and he turned as Mickey stepped into the shower. He cast the man a grin and raked a heated gaze over strong defined muscles, tanned to his waist. Mickey’s thick, long length jutted out and stood as hard as Brady’s. The two men stared at each other for a moment then Brady released his cock, stepped over to his friend, and covered his mouth in a kiss.

Warm and wet, Mickey’s tongue thrust between his lips and Brady’s skin flamed from the intensity. He wrapped his arms around Mickey’s neck and deepened the kiss. When his lover pulled him closer to his solid chest, Brady savored the intimacy and the feel of Mickey’s wet skin as their dicks rubbed together. A groan collided against his companion’s tongue and pre-cum worked to the head of his aching cock.

Calloused fingers caressed the wet skin of his back then down to the flesh of his ass. The need for release increased and he slid a hand down Mickey’s shoulder, across his solid chest, until he reached the tip of his lover’s erection. With deliberate movements, he circled the hard, thick length and ran his hand lightly over the head then down to the base. The cowboy moaned against his tongue and squeezed the flesh gripped in his strong hands.

Brady broke the kiss but continued his hand movement. Wicked fingers slid lightly over his crack to his hole, and when the pad of his lover’s finger
stroked and prodded the entrance, Brady tossed his head back with a groan.

In a swift move, Mickey released his ass and turned him around. Instinctively, Brady leaned his arms against the wall of the shower and arched his back. The feel of the cock pressing against him brought the images of Felicia to mind again. He moaned when the tip
nudged him and teased the spot the pad of the finger had been only seconds ago.

Hot water cascaded around them in a teaming, erotic pulse as strong hands grasped his hips a second before Mickey’s raging hard
-on penetrated the entrance in a single, glorious thrust.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned
with pleasure.

One of the palms, gripping his waist, slid to wrap around Brady’s throbbing dick.
Hell yeah.
With a slow rock of his hips, Mickey withdrew then plunged in deep while his talented hand worked him up and down with firm, deliberate strokes. Brady was bliss. He and Mickey rarely disagreed, but when they did, the makeup sex was always hot and carnal.

His lover’s strong chest came flush against his back, and the velvety tip of a tongue caressed his ear as both shaft and hand picked up speed. “I do love you,” Mickey whispered in a hoarse voice.

Brady moaned, as his sac grew heavy. His mind drifted to Felicia and her soft curves. Visions of her naked body on the large bed filtered into his thoughts. Mickey hissed then growled. His momentum increased with every thrust and his body smacked hard against Brady.

“Imagine her sandwiched between us,” Mickey rasped
, as if reading Brady’s wickedest desires. “Having both of our cocks buried deep inside her.” By the ragged hoarseness of his lover’s voice, he knew Mickey’s climax was as close as his own.

Brady threw his head back and his shoulder blades slammed against his lover. The vision was too much. Fire ripped down his spine in an explosion of heat and his dick pulsed.

“Oh! Fuck!” Mickey roared and buried himself to the hilt. Hot ribbons squirted deep inside Brady’s ass while his own release pumped out in scorching spurts to the tiled shower floor. He struggled to remain standing and forced his lungs to take in air.

Mickey’s hand slipped off
Brady’s now oversensitive shaft and his spent body relaxed against him. That was insane. His lover’s short, ragged breaths echoed his own, but as incredible as sex was together, tonight had been different, more urgent and carnal—bordering on off the chart.

He finally got control over his breathing as Mickey slid out of him. Brady turned and leaned his back against the wall. He hoped they hadn’t made enough noise to wake Felicia. His thoughts shifted to the tired beauty. He could only imagined how the wedding plans, Paul’s infidelity, not to mention the pressure of her mother and her feelings for the two men she had thought out of her reach, must have weighed on her.

Mickey lightly kissed his lips, then eased back and met Brady’s gaze. “You and I are better than okay?”

“We are.” He meant the words, though deep in his heart there was still the hurt over Mickey never telling him about his night with Felicia.
“I worry about the doll.”

“She’ll be okay.”

Fatigue worked down Brady’s neck and shoulders then into the rest of his muscles. “I hope so.”

For all our sakes.

“Are you still sure about this?” Brady asked turning from the bacon and hash browns on the stove.

Mickey couldn’t control the grin. “The sex was always good; last night was off the chart and after the doll decided to let loose with every last thing bothering her for the last six or seven years, I would say I’m more than sure.” He hesitated a minute and weighed his next question. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Doubt lingered in his words. “After my parents died and my aunt got saddled with a teenager, I spent more time here than I did at her place. Clarissa was like a mom, her parents like grandparents. This was home. Like you and the doll, they were family and now we risk…”

He could tell by his friend’s expression he was thinking of Collin and the Morgan Matriarch. “Forget about Collin for now. Let’s just see how it goes with the doll. If we are what she wants, maybe it won’t go as badly as we think.”

Brady nodded as soft, bare footsteps echoed from the stairs, then across the hardwood hall and into the kitchen.

Both men turned to the woman in question. She was wearing a worn and faded denim shirt three sizes too big and her designer sunglasses. For the love of God and his own sanity, Mickey hoped she had underwear on and more than the scrap of lace, she usually wore. He couldn’t fight the grin. “How are you doing, doll?”

Her full mouth curled into a grin. “Pretty good considering I woke up in the dress I wore last night and have a minor aversion to sunlight at the moment.”

Brady raked an appreciative gaze over Felicia. “You’re in my shirt.”

She nodded then stepped deeper into the kitchen and closer. “It was in my closet.”

Mickey turned and reached into the cupboard to grab mugs for coffee.

“Well that certainly explains why I smell like you.” She paused and Mickey turned.