Boots and Twisters (18 page)

Trent groaned and reached out to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh, kneading it between his rough fingers.

“Still awkward,” Lucky gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Isaac asked.

“I’m the only one naked here. And what if someone walks in?”

Isaac waggled his brows. “We make it a foursome.”

“No way.” Trent leaned his cheek into Lucky’s hair, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo. “I draw the line at three. And I wouldn’t consider it at all if it wasn’t my brother.”

“Nice to be loved.” Isaac pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning. Then he shucked his boots and jeans. He stood before Lucky buck naked.

“Umm… Not bad.” She touched his chest. “It’s too bad your brother is so slow. You’ll have a head start.” Her hand circled Isaac’s engorged cock and she caressed it from base to tip.

“Jeez, Trent. What the fuck are you waiting on?”

“My pride.” He’d never been involved in a ménage. It didn’t feel right.

“Fuck your pride. Lucky’s worth a hell of a lot more than your pride. Show her how it’s done.”

Trent unbuttoned the top two buttons on his chambray shirt, got impatient with it and ripped the rest loose, buttons pinging off the walls. He toed off his boots and dropped his jeans, kicking them to the side.

Isaac spread a black cape out on the floor and dropped to his knees. “Come here.”

Lucky joined him, easing down on her knees.

Trent followed suit. Parting Lucky’s legs from behind, he moved in between them and smoothed a hand over her ass. Then he traced the seam between her cheeks to the smooth, tight hole of her anus and lower to the damp entrance to her pussy.

His cock twitched. He remembered what he carried in his wallet, and reached for his jeans. This time, he’d have the satisfaction of thrusting deep inside her. So what if his brother was there to watch. A trickle of excitement grew into a raging river of desire coursing through him, sending pressure to his groin, his cock swelling, growing, jutting forward.

Digging in his wallet, he found the little foil packet, ripped it open and rolled it down over his member.

Isaac kissed Lucky, his fingers threading through her hair, drawing her closer as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, his hand gliding down over her torso to cup her sex.

Trent sucked in a breath, his muscles tightening. From behind Lucky, he reached around to cup her breasts, twirling the tips between his thumbs and forefingers. “Isaac is right for once.”

“Hallelujah.” Isaac released her mouth and trailed kisses along her cheek and down her neck.

Trent pressed a hand to the center of Lucky’s back between her shoulder blades, easing her forward onto her hands and knees.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Yes.” He slipped a finger into her pussy, then another, and another, stretching her entrance, dragging this wet fingers up to the anus where he poked his thumb into the tight little hole.

He bent to press a kiss to her ass. Her skin was smooth as silk and he rubbed his cheek against it.

Meanwhile, Isaac guided her face to his cock.

Lucky took him into her mouth. Seeing her swallow his brother’s dick made Trent so hard he thought he’d come before he got inside. He remembered the way her lips had wrapped around him at the swimming hole, the way she’d held his balls in her hand, playing them between long, slender fingers.

Holy hell, he wanted her, but he wanted her to want him as much. His fingers slipped between her folds and he stroked her, flicking her clit until her back arched and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. Several more strokes and she tensed, her body going rigid.

One more long, stroke and a gentle tap on that little nubbin of nerves and she cried out, her fingers digging into Isaac’s hips.

Trent moved in from behind, positioned his dick at her entrance and thrust, long, smooth and deep. Her tight channel gloved him in warm wet heaven. The crop lay on the floor beside her, taunting him. She’d wanted one of them to spank her with it. Did he dare? He raised the crop and tapped it lightly against her flank.

Lucky flinched and moaned. “Again,” she said breathlessly.

He smacked her again.

“Harder,” she breathed.

Afraid he’d hurt her, he tapped just a bit harder.

“Harder,” she begged.

This time he popped it, leaving a red mark on her pale white ass. Guilt made his hand freeze before the next pop.

“Yes!” she exalted. “Again!”

His cock hard as steel, he stung her with the crop.

With his hand holding her hips, Trent settled into a primal rhythm, thrusting and whipping, the combination sending him to the edge of orgasm, where he hovered near the peak.

His brother pumped from the opposite direction, his face screwed into an intense mask, his fingers threaded through Lucky’s hair, urging her to take more, faster and faster.

One final thrust and Trent burst over the edge, catapulting into ecstasy.

Isaac called out, his dick buried in Lucky’s mouth.

When Trent came back to earth, he pulled free, cupped Lucky’s sex and smoothed a hand over her ass. “Wow.”

Isaac chuckled and echoed his brother. “Wow.”

Lucky collapsed on the cape and rolled to her back. “I don’t think I have a single bone left in my body.”

“Let us dress you and take you home.”

“You’ll have to.” She lay there as they pulled her jeans up her legs, fingering her and touching her as they went. When they sat her up and pulled her blouse over her shoulders, Trent had to taste her nipple before covering them. Isaac too.

When they finally had her decent and had dressed themselves, Trent lifted Lucky into his arms and carried her to the truck at the back of the saloon.

He’d forgotten about Otis. The dog had no sense of timing.

When they settled a sleepy Lucky into the center of the seat, Otis clambered into her lap and lay down.

Lucky laughed.

Trent couldn’t help laughing with her. Before long all three of them were laughing and the dog barked.

Trent drove them home. Lucky fell asleep, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

When he carried her inside, she didn’t wake. Isaac turned back the covers, Trent laid her on the sheets and stared down at the woman who’d turned his life upside down.

“I want to do it all again,” Isaac said.

Trent grunted. “Guess we’d better leave her to sleep.”

“Would you do it again, if she asked?” Isaac asked.

Trent stared down at Lucky. “No.”

“Still want her all to yourself?”

“Yes.”

Isaac snorted. “You never were good at sharing your toys.”

“Lucky’s not a toy.”

“Yeah, and you’ve never been able to commit for more than two days.” Isaac brushed the hair away from Lucky’s face. “I won’t let you hurt her.”

“Who said I would?”

“I know you.”

“Maybe you don’t.”

“I’d sell the ranch before I let you break her heart. She’s had it rough enough. She deserves a little happiness. Someone to love her just the way she is.”

Love? Trent frowned. When did love enter into this equation? Lucky had only been with them for a little over a day. And already Isaac thought he was in love with her. How the hell did he know?

How could any man be that certain that soon?

Lucky was great, she was everything he’d always said he wanted. But was it enough for a happily ever after? His parents had promised to love, honor and cherish until death. His mother had left before Isaac’s second birthday, leaving behind her two children and a man so bitter he never looked at another woman and seemed to blame his boys for their mother’s disappearance.

Trent feared he’d be the same and drive away the woman he cared about. It was easier not to care than to die a cranky old man with no one to love or love him.

“She’s just a girl.” Trent glanced once more at Lucky, knowing in his gut he was wrong. She could possibly be
the
girl. But he had no intention of giving his heart and having it ripped from his chest. Better to leave it intact. “I just wanted the sex.”

Isaac stared across at him, his face filled with disgust and disappointment. The disgust, Trent could take, the disappointment cut deep. He turned away.

“You were right,” Isaac said. “I don’t know you. And what I do know, I really don’t like.”

Isaac remained behind.

Trent left the room, stripped out of his clothes and showered away the scent of Lucky on his skin. No use getting soft. Guarding his heart had become an art form. Why let a cowgirl with an unlucky streak get to him?

Lucky lay awake into the wee hours of the morning, regret eating away at her. She’d been greedy to want to make love to both brothers. If she’d gone with her instincts, she’d never have made love to either and stuck to her farmhand roots.

The insanity of the Ugly Stick Saloon and daring to step outside the box that had become her existence, had led to her wrecking her chances at staying on the Triple J Ranch.

She’d been awake when the brothers had argued over her. She’d heard Trent’s statement that he’d only been after the sex. That Isaac had stuck up for her warmed her heart at the same time as it chilled her soul. The men disagreed and she was the cause.

As she’d predicted, by sleeping with one or both of them, she was setting herself up with a ticket to leave. She’d rather remove herself from the equation than see the brothers argue over her.

After the veterinarian’s visit the next morning, she’d pack her truck and head out, leaving her tips to pay back the money she’d borrowed from Isaac. Audrey had said she knew of an apartment that wasn’t too expensive but it wouldn’t be far enough away. No, she’d have to leave town. She could send Audrey the rest of the money she owed when she found another job.

Otis padded into her room and lay down beside her bed. She’d take him with her. He was as unwanted and homeless as she was. They could keep each other company.

With a plan in mind, Lucky tossed and turned, drifting off into a restless sleep where Mrs. Rutledge chased after her with a meat fork and the entire town stood against her, asking her to leave. Thankfully, the wail of a wind rattling the panes of glass in the windows woke her from the depressing dream. Unable to settle back into sleep, she dressed, pulled on her boots and stepped outside in the early-morning darkness.

Wind whipped her hair into her face and not a star shined down to light her way. Clouds churned by wind hung low, smelling like rain that had yet to fall and quench the thirsty land.

Lucky crossed the yard, Otis bumping against her legs as she aimed for the barn. She felt her way around to the side door and switched on the light as she entered.

The horses whinnied and a sad moo came to her from the last stall. She hurried toward that sound, worried that the drenching hadn’t been enough. Hopefully the vet would be there soon.

The heifer lay in the straw Lucky had filled the stall with earlier, her big sad eyes looking up at Lucky as she entered.

She squatted beside her and ran a hand along the animal’s neck. “Hey, girl, the doc should be here soon.”

Otis curled up in the straw and closed his eyes. Now that he had a place to stay and he’d been fed, Otis was perfectly satisfied. If only it was that easy to fall asleep.

Lucky wandered through the barn, searching for a blanket. She found one in the tack room and carried it to the heifer’s stall where she spread it out on the straw and lay down to keep the heifer company until the vet arrived.

The barn was big, well maintained and smelled earthy like horses, hay and leather. Like home. Too bad this would be the last day she’d spend in it.

She checked the heifer one last time and laid her head on the blanket, thinking back over the last few years.

Her life hadn’t been right since the accident. Sean had been her love, her fiancé, the man she’d planned to spend her life with. When they’d had the head-on collision with the tractor-trailer rig, she’d wondered why she’d been spared and Sean had died.

Sean had been there for her when her father died. He’d been her lifeboat when she’d lost the only family she’d ever known. When he’d died instantly and she’d walked away from the accident with only bruises and cuts, she’d railed at the god that would take her only friend.

That had been the beginning of her streak of bad luck. Had she been smart, she’d have kept her distance from the brothers, insisting on a strictly boss-employee connection. Now she’d caused a rift in their apparently already rocky relationship.

Wind kicked up outside, buffeting the tin on the barn roof, finding its way through the cracks in the boards. Goose bumps rose on Lucky’s arms and she nestled into the blanket, Otis snuggling up against her side.

Tired from the ranch work and then waiting tables at the Ugly Stick, Lucky let go of her worries, if only for the moment, and drifted into a deep sleep. When she woke, she’d see to the heifer, pack and be on her way to yet another fresh start. Hopefully, she’d find a place as friendly as the Ugly Stick Saloon, with people who really cared, like Audrey, who’d take her under her wing and give her the benefit of the doubt when her luck went south. And this time, she’d be careful not to fall for one or two of the local cowboy heartbreakers.