Double Her Pleasure (2 page)

Staring straight ahead, Trey’s grip tightened
on the wheel. “I’ve been spending every night on the ranch. Not one
or two weekends a year, brother.” His voice grew lower. “Don’t
start again with why I got the big bedroom.”

Megan smiled. The brothers were best friends,
but too damn proud and set in their ways to let the other one get
away with anything. “How about I just stay in a guest bedroom.”

“No,” the men said in unison.

“You’ll like Trey’s suite.” Garret shifted.
“It’s damn nice in there.”

“And your room?” She nudged him with her
shoulder. “Is it small and smelly, like a barn?”

Trey laughed and Garret smiled. “It’s Mom and
Dad’s old room. When Trey added on to the house, he put two offices
and a library on the first floor, and his bedroom on the
second.”

“Two offices?” She glanced at her cowboy.

“One for adventure boy there. When he decides
to come home and settle down.”

Megan braced for another argument, but Garret
just turned his head and looked out the side window. What was on
his mind?

As they drove, Trey pointed out the local
sights, which were mainly buttes and washes and scrubby bushes all
corralled in barbwire fences.

“Looks like this section could use some new
posts.” Garret leaned over her to get a better look out the window
in the driver’s door.

“Is this all your land?” They’d been
traveling for nearly ten minutes.

“Yep.” Trey looked out his window. “Started
back about eight miles past the airstrip.” He gestured out the
windshield. “Goes to nearly where that mountain range starts.”

“Wow.” She wanted to ask a dozen questions
about the size of the ranch, but they all sounded so silly in her
own mind. “They do make things bigger in Texas.”

“Baby.” Garret laced his fingers through her
hair, along her scalp. “You got that right.” His smile turned
wicked.

They spent the next half hour driving and
talking about ranch life, about the horse Trey had picked out for
her, and about security.

She hated being the reason they’d hired extra
staff and installed new cameras, but it did make her feel safer.
Still, the knowledge that her stalker was out there somewhere,
released from prison two years ago and living free, made her
uneasy. Free? It was a feeling she didn’t experience any
longer.

Trey slowed the truck and turned left,
rumbling over a cattle grate in the road. A gate swung open at the
approach of the truck. They passed between tall metal posts that
held a large iron crossbeam proclaiming
McGatlin’s Silver
Spur
. The same logo from the side of the truck decorated each
side of the ranch’s name. It looked like a diamond-shaped square
surrounding an M and a G which were separated by a sideways double
S. That branding iron had to sting.

“This is it.” She whispered the words. It’d
been over a week since the brothers asked her to visit the ranch.
Nine days of wondering what it would be like, and how she would fit
into their lives. This wasn’t just a home, this was their
livelihood.

“This is serious stuff.” She hadn’t meant to
say it aloud.

“Yeah. It’s big business.” Trey pulled the
truck through the gate onto another blacktop road. “Our parents are
still half-owners, but they’re retired. Living in Brownsville.”

“I’ve missed it.” Garret looked out the side
window, his voice quiet.

She’d love to ask whether he’d decided to
turn down the next movie offer as he’d mentioned in Chicago, but it
really wasn’t her place to quiz him.

Looking through the windshield, she strained
to see the ranch house and outbuildings.

“It’ll be another fifteen minutes or so
before we get to the driveway, then it’s another mile to the
homestead.”

“Really?” She glanced around at the rough
landscape. A few gatherings of cattle huddled here and there, and
clouds swept across the bright blue sky. “It’s so...” She shook her
head. “Free.”

“That it is.” Trey’s voice came out
hushed.

Garret took a deep breath and let it out
slowly, as if finally realizing he was home.

Trey slowed the truck and stopped. “Horses.”
He pointed to the right where a few dark dots moved in a herd,
kicking up a trail of dust.

“Wild horses?” Her voice squeaked as she
leaned forward.

“Yep.” Garret slid his hand along her spine.
“We share the range. They’re doing good, now that they’ve started
to eat the food we put out for them.”

“Really?” She looked at him. “Why do you feed
them?”

“It gets drier here every year.” Trey
adjusted his hat. “Grass gets harder to find. They can’t live on
the hay we put out for the cattle.” He pointed. “See that one
standing alone?”

She nodded.

“He’s watching us.” Trey leaned closer,
brushing his chest against her arm. “That’s the old stallion. He’s
the toughest old guy I’ve seen.”

Garret looked at his brother. “He got caught
in the fencing a few years ago, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. Dragged down about a mile of fence
before he broke free.”

She stared at the magnificent sight. Wild
horses. Her chest tightened in pure joy. “What’s his name?”

Her men laughed. “We haven’t taken to naming
‘em.” Trey worked the gearshift and got them moving again.

“Yet,” Garret added with a smile. “But you go
right ahead and name them, Megan.”

Raising an eyebrow, she leaned closer to her
action hero. “So, you’re telling me I’m going to have a lot of time
alone? And I should keep myself busy naming the horses?”

“Hell, no.” Trey took her hand in his. “We’ve
got every hour booked solid.”

She squeezed his palm, set her other hand on
Garret’s thigh, and snuggled in, safe, happy, and as wet and horny
as she’d ever been in her life.

As they crested a rise in the road, a valley
spread out before them. A narrow river bisected it, glassy in the
bright sun, and on each side of the waterway, huge buildings
stood.

“We’re home.” Trey lifted her hand and kissed
her knuckle.

****

Trey watched Megan’s eyes widen as the ranch
buildings came into view. It was spectacular, and always gave his
heart an extra thud of pride when he came home to it. Green grass
and trees grew along the riverbank. On the far side, across a wide
bridge, the four freshly-whitewashed barns stood gleaming in the
sun, rough wood corrals circled out from them. Further downstream,
the foreman’s house sat in a copse of trees and a three-story
bunkhouse loomed next to it.

The road split and Trey veered left toward
the ranch house. Tan with a brown roof, he’d kept the original
color scheme when he’d built the addition. The first floor was
completely circled by a covered porch that also served as balconies
for the second floor bedrooms.

“Is that a pool?” Megan leaned forward, the
position pushing her full, round breasts against the flimsy
material of her top.

In his jeans, Trey’s cock jerked. He’d been
half-hard the whole drive, but now that they were home, and it’d be
just minutes until he could suckle those breasts and taste her
sweet flesh, blood raced to his groin.

“Yep.” Garret chuckled. “Trey went all-in
when he redid the place. Pool, hot tub, outdoor kitchen. Makes a
guy never want to leave home.”

Trey glanced over at his brother, but Garret
didn’t meet his eye. Was he saying he wanted to stay this time?

“I didn’t realize it was this...” Megan shook
her head. “Fancy.”

“Fancy?” Trey didn’t like the sound of
that.

She giggled. “Sorry. Fancy in a macho sort of
way.”

“That’s better.” Trey pulled into the
circular driveway and stopped at the steps that led to the front
door. Since he’d returned from Chicago, he’d offered his ranch
hands overtime to plant flowers in the dozens of new pots set along
the porch. He’d had them paint and clean and spruce up every inch
of the place. For Megan.

From her smile and wide eyes, he guessed it’d
worked

Around the side of the three-car garage, the
mutts came running.

“You have dogs?” Megan picked up her purse as
Garret opened his door.

“Moose and Farley.” Garret jumped out of the
truck and took a knee as the big animals greeted him. “Missed you
too, ya ugly galoots.” He laughed as the dogs slobbered and whined
their welcome.

The sight gave Trey a longing for someone to
share the huge house with him again. “C’mon.” Trey opened his door
and helped Megan out. It wouldn’t be lonely while Megan was here,
even if Garret had to leave in a week.

“Whew!” She fanned herself with her hand.
“It’s nice and warm here.”

“Hot. Dry. Home.” He looked around him. There
wasn’t any place in the world he’d rather be.

She squeezed his hand. “Thank you for
inviting me here.”

He gazed down into her dark green eyes,
looking for the words to tell her how glad he was that she’d
come.

The dogs raced around the front of the truck
and up to Megan. As she squinted and braced for a double-hit, Trey
held out his hand. “Sit.” They instantly obeyed. “Meet Moose and
Farley.” He leaned down and scratched the gray short-hair behind
one ear. “Moose here wandered onto the ranch when he was just a
pup.” Three years later, the dog had to weigh in at over a hundred
pounds.

“Best behavior, boys. Ms. Megan is our
guest.”

She reached out to the leggy white and black
Dane mix he’d gotten free at a horse auction. “Then you must be
Farley.” The dog sniffed her hand then leaned in for his own ear
scratching.

Standing behind her, Trey shoved his hands in
his pockets to keep from grabbing her perfect, round ass and
squeezing it, hauling her into the house, ripping off her pants,
and moving in for a taste of her pink pussy.

Garret walked up to them carrying their
suitcases. His gaze met Trey’s and he smiled, knowing exactly what
his brother was thinking.

“Best get you inside, baby.” Garret tipped
his head toward the house. “That Canadian constitution of yours
won’t be able to stand much of this heat.”

She held out her arms, the sun making her
pale skin almost too bright to look at. “Maybe I’ll work on getting
a tan while I’m here.”

Trey laid his hand on her lower back and
guided her toward the steps. “Uh uh. It’d take five minutes for you
to turn red as a tomato.”

Garret laughed as he followed them up the
steps and onto the wide, shaded porch. “We’d best stay indoors,
Megan. I’m sure we’ll be able to find some activities that’ll keep
you amused.”

She looked up at Trey, her cheeks pink and
her eyes sparkling with a wicked gleam. “I hope so.” She looked
behind her at his brother. “I didn’t come all this way to name
horses.”

Trey grinned as he opened one of the two
massive wood doors. “Welcome to the Silver Spur.” He gestured Megan
inside.

She touched the door. “This is
beautiful.”

“Our great grandfather and his brother made
them by hand.”

Garret stepped closer. “The wood is from the
wagons they drove across the country from the Atlantic coast.”

She smiled and glanced at each of them.
“That’s incredible. To have so much history, so much of your
family’s hard work and pride.”

Trey leaned in and kissed her temple. She had
instantly understood why this home, this land, meant so much to
him. It made him ache with the need for a deeper connection with
her.

Her eyes turned sad.

Was she thinking about her own family? She
was an only child, and her parents were missionaries, living God
knew where. She’d been on her own since she was seventeen. She had
no roots, while Garret and him had roots that went down hundreds of
years.

She stepped over the threshold into the
coolness of the foyer. Trey and Garret followed and closed the
door.

Megan tipped her head back. The entryway
ceiling was two stories high. Straight ahead was the polished
wooden stairway that led to the second-floor balcony which ran
along one side of the living room to the left.

“Oh, wow. This is gorgeous.” She walked into
the living room and ran her hand over the back of the big leather
couch that had been in the home for three generations. The leather
chairs on either side were just as old. Covering the plank wood
floor, a Mexican-patterned rug lay as it had since his grandfather
had commissioned it.

She turned toward them. “This fireplace is
huge. Do you ever use it?” Stepping around the furniture, she
reached the stone hearth. The top of the fireplace opening was
nearly a foot higher than the top of her head, and she was not a
short woman.

“Sometimes. Holidays, usually.” Trey was
alone here most of the year, so no sense in making a fire and
sitting by himself watching it. “I put in a removable gas insert
last year.”

“That’s nice.” She bent over, looking into
the massive opening.

Trey’s groin heated and his eyes narrowed.
He’d love to take her there, bent over on the hearth, her long hair
fisted in his hand, a fire heating them both... He shook his head.
It’d have to be the three of them, at least until he found a way to
convince Garret that their relationship with Megan was different,
that the rule they’d had with their other three-ways could be
modified.

But that could wait.

She looked at the space between the hearth
and the couch.

He got another idea. The three of them on a
thick throw-rug in front of the fire? He’d have to put that on his
list of raunchy things to do this week. Hell, that list was getting
so long, they’d never have time to leave the house.

She went up on tiptoes trying to catch a look
at the dozens of framed pictures of McGatlin ancestors on the
mantel. “I’d love to see these sometime.”

“You wanna look at pictures...now?” Garret
stood at the foot of the stairs, still holding the suitcases. “Or
do you want to see what’s upstairs?”