Double Her Pleasure (6 page)

Megan rested her head on his shoulder. “This
is really nice.”

The sun sat an inch above the horizon and
sparkled off the water. Garret helped her off the ATV, slid back on
the seat a ways, and tugged her sideways onto his lap. In the
golden glow, she was angelic. Beautiful beyond words.

He brushed his thumb along her full lower
lip, its softness sending waves of heat through his body.

She looked up at him, her dark green eyes
searching his face. She moved closer. “Romantic?” A tiny smile
curved her lips.

“Yeah.” He moved in and kissed her. A
ravenous hunger had him exploring her mouth, twisting her tongue
with his.

Her hand fisted in his hair, and he slid one
palm to cup her breast, thumb her nipple.

His shaft jerked and filled, and an ocean of
lust flooded his groin, claiming all the blood from his brain. He
ended the kiss, and lifting her leg, he resettled her facing him,
straddling him.

Megan groaned and ran her hands over his
shoulders and bare arms. The touch of her flesh against his made
all conscious thought disappear.

Tugging her tank top up, he stared at her
hard, pink nipples peeking through the sheer white fabric of her
bra. His mouth watered and he bit his tongue to keep himself from
tasting her.

“Garret.”

His gaze lifted to her eyes.

“This is why I’d like to amend your rule of
three.” She slid her hands down his chest, down his abs, and cupped
his jeans where his erection pressed hard against his zipper.
“Right now, I could be riding this.” She squeezed.

Desire blasted along his spine, sending
primal urges to his brain. “That’s if I agree to...” The rest of
his speech flew out of his thoughts.

“We’ll tell Trey when we get back.” Her voice
came out low and husky. She arched her back, presenting her breasts
to him. Her hand landed cool and soft on the back of his neck and
pressed him down toward the succulent feast.

“You know I’m not able to think clearly.” He
latched onto her nipple, the taste of the fabric and her flesh a
wicked tease. “You’re takin’ advantage of me here, and I’m gonna
let Trey know it was all your doing.”

She laughed then gasped as he bit her gently,
rolling her delicious pink nipple between his teeth.“Trey who?”

He laughed even as a flash of guilt blinded
him for a moment. If he did this, he’d be setting the three of them
up for a lot of changes.

Megan’s hips moved in rhythm with his tongue
on her breast. She spread her legs to get closer to him, and her
scent, musky and sweet, floated up into his nostrils.

“Shit.” He couldn’t stop now if the sun
decided to reverse its course and pop back above the horizon.
Switching nipples, he sucked her deep into his mouth.

She jerked and cried out.

He slid both hands up the soft, pale flesh of
her inner thighs. Her shorts were loose enough and just the perfect
length for him to ease his fingers inside them and press against
her panties.

Bucking against his fingers, her hips circled
and shuddered.

Even if his conscience resurfaced and told
him to stop, shouted that this was wrong, he couldn’t leave her
hanging on the edge of an orgasm like this. She’d never forgive
him. Or was he just rationalizing his actions?

“Fuck my conscience.”

“What?” She barely whispered it.

“Hold on, baby.” Slipping his right hand
upward into her panties, his finger found her clit, hard and
pulsing. He rubbed and circled the nub as the fingers of his other
hand flattened over her pussy lips and massaged the soft, wet
flesh.

Tipping his head, he took her nipple into his
mouth and bit.

She screamed, startling a bird from a tree by
the river. Her whole body rippled and he fought against her shorts
until he could slide his middle finger deep into her slit.

Her channel pulsed and sucked at his finger,
her juices coated his finger and his palm, and she shivered and
panted as she came back to Earth.

He couldn’t wait to get her jeans off and
slide his cock into that perfect, tight slit.

Kissing a trail up her neck, he nibbled on
her earlobe and wrapped his arms around her. “That was spectacular,
Megan.”

As she let her head drop, resting her
forehead on his shoulder, she laughed, slow and choppy. “Better
than spectacular, Garret. You’re a wicked pleasure.”

That brought the guilt again. “Wicked is
right. If Trey finds out...”

She inched back and looked into his eyes.
“What do you mean,
if
? We have to tell him.”

He’d known she’d say that, but he’d hoped
they could keep this to themselves. The guilt of making her come
before okaying one-on-ones with his brother effectively cooled his
passion. That, combined with the thought of how Trey would react to
hearing what they’d done, made him downright un-horny.

“Yeah.” He kissed her, nibbling on her lips
until she melted in his arms again. “How’re you gonna tell him?” He
managed to keep from smiling.

She jerked back. “Me?” Her eyes were as wide
as the open spaces of Texas.

“Just shittin’ you, baby. I’ll man-up.” He
glanced around. It was getting dark.

“That would be nice, if it’s not too much
trouble.” Her tone dripped sarcasm. “Seriously, though.” She
sighed. “We should tell him together.”

“Tomorrow’s soon enough.” He didn’t want to
get into it tonight.

“He’s going to be pissed, isn’t he.” She bit
the corner of her lip.

He would be furious, but there was no reason
to get Megan more worried than she already was. “Nah. He’s the one
who put the idea on the table. This is just my way of saying,
‘okay’.”

She kissed his jaw. “I like the way you say
‘okay.’ You can give me the okay any time.” Her smile broke across
her face, sexy and irresistible.

“We’d better get back before it’s too dark.”
And before he changed his mind, laid her across the four-wheeler
seat, and fucked her until they both screamed. He patted her ass.
“Turn around. You’re driving home.” He needed to feel her body
between his legs, her back against his chest, smell her scent
wafting back to him.

“Really?” She tugged her shirt down. “Okay.”
With his help, she got herself turned to face the handlebars. “I’ve
never driven one.”

“Lights.” He pointed to a switch, and she
flipped it. With his instructions, she had the thing running and in
gear within minutes, and they turned around, heading back to the
house at about half the speed at which they’d driven out.

“This is so much fun!” Her hat flew off and
the string caught around her neck. “I need to get me one of these
for my place.”

The thought of her leaving the Silver Spur
felt like a knife in the gut. Wrapping his arms around her waist,
he crushed her hat between them and pressed his cheek to her ear.
“We’ll get you your own to have here on the ranch.”

She tensed, then relaxed. “Can it be
pink?”

“If that’s what you want, yes.” Anything to
show her how welcome she was here. Saying the words
“stay with
us”
was hard. Showing her with little things like a
four-wheeler—easy. “We can see if they have any princess ATVs for
big girls.”

She chuckled and turned her head for a quick
kiss. “Deal!” Pressing the throttle, she got them going faster.

When they pulled up to the house, it was
full-on dark outside, and the kitchen lights glowed from the
windows and the door. She turned off the motor and relaxed back
against him, both of them facing the house. Facing the thought of
telling Trey what had just happened. He kept a tight hold around
her.

“You’re right.” She laid her arms over his.
“Tomorrow will be soon enough.”

He felt like a mangy chicken thief. “Yeah.
But I’m going to tell him. You stay out of it.”

“But I initiated—”

Cupping her cheek, he turned her to look at
him. “I know my brother, Megan. If you’re there, he’ll bottle up
the anger inside that gentleman’s code of his, and it’ll just
bubble and grow, making everyone miserable.” He couldn’t help but
run his thumb over her sexy lips. “If he and I have it out, he’ll
blow, the cork will pop, but it’ll be over fast.”

She nipped at his thumb. “Great analogy, but
now I’m thirsty for champagne.” Her smile in the soft light from
the kitchen windows was the stuff that gave artists
inspiration.

“We’ve got that.” He stood and helped her off
the ATV, and guided her into the house. “Hungry?”

She hung up her hat as he pulled off his
boots and put his hat on a peg. “A little.”

He dug in the fridge and pulled out the
bottle of champagne Inez always kept in there. “For upstairs.” He
wagged his eyebrows at her.

“Yummy.” She licked her lips slowly.

Yeah, his hard-on reappeared, imagining
dribbling champagne on his cock and letting her lick it off. His
eyes narrowed.

“You’re so damn sexy, Garret.” She ran her
hands over his chest, under his old shirt. “I’m getting so I want
you every minute of every hour.”

He set down the champagne and pulled her
against him, grinding his hips into her soft belly. “You know I
feel the same.” Just words, and inadequate to convey his need for
her, but they’d have to do for now. “When that damn brother of mine
punches out and hauls his ass home, I’ll show you just how
much.”

She smooched him, loud and quick. “Until
then...” She looked around him into the fridge. “Is there any of
the yummy casserole left?”

Megan woke as a slice of light hit her face.
She blinked, then the light disappeared. The bathroom light?
Pre-sunrise dawn shone through the window. Which of her men was up
already? Behind her, she heard Garret’s light snores. Funny how she
knew his sounds already. Trey leaned over the bed and kissed her on
the forehead. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered. She didn’t think
she’d ever heard him do that. “I’ve got to run to town and sign
some papers at my lawyer’s.”

“To Clear River?” She stretched and linked
her fingers together, then looped them around his head. “Take me
with you?” She wanted to buy a pair of boots so she could ride with
Trey. And a cowgirl hat that fit. “I need to pick up a few
things.”

“I can pick up whatever you need. Stay in
bed.” He tipped his head toward his brother. “He’ll sleep ‘til
noon.”

Megan released Trey and twisted to see
Garret. Muscles she didn’t know she had twinged. The three of them
had performed some amazing gymnastics last night, and her body
aches proved just how much she’d enjoyed every minute, every
orgasm.

Garret lay on his stomach, his solid, round
ass cheeks just peeking above the sheet that covered his legs.
Yummy hunk of man.

She sat up and watched Trey pull on a
short-sleeved, button-down shirt in a light plaid. Dressing up a
little. He turned to her. “Make a list of what you need.”

Didn’t he want her to go with him? “No,
that’s okay. I’ll have Garret drive me in later.” She fluffed her
pillow, lay down, and pulled the sheet up to her chin, feeling a
little unwanted and working hard to smother the emotion. He
probably had a very good reason for not wanting her along.

He strode to the bed, tugged the sheet down,
and took her hand, pulling her out of bed. “Come with me, Megan. I
just...” He herded her into the bathroom.

“Just?”

He grabbed her wrist and looked into her eyes
as if the answer to the world’s problems lay there. “I want you to
come along.”

“It’ll take me about ten minutes to shower
and dress.”

“Breakfast in ten, then.” His kiss was sexy,
slow, and minty.

She smiled against his lips. “Nothing tastes
as good as you do right now.”

He growled and stepped closer, but she held
out a hand. “Breakfast in ten.” She pointed to the door. “That is,
if you leave right now.”

He stood a few seconds, looking like he
couldn’t make up his mind, then leaned in for a kiss and left,
closing the door behind him.

Eight minutes later, Megan trotted down the
long staircase, carrying her purse with her mascara, figuring to
put it on during the long drive to town. She wore a nice pair of
capris and a satiny T-shirt, not wanting to dress too casually.

The smell of bacon hit her first when she
stepped into the kitchen, then she registered the presence of a
petite woman in a bright colored dress and functional gray shoes.
Her salt-and-pepper hair was wound into a bun at her crown.

“Megan.” Trey looked up from his coffee and
newspaper. “Megan...” He stood. “This is the woman who keeps the
ranch running. Inez, meet Megan.”

The woman turned, her wrinkled face pulled up
into a smile. “Miss Megan. It’s so good to have you here.” She
pulled a pan off the burner. “This one here...” She gestured toward
Trey with her fork. “He did nothing but talk about you for a
week.”

Trey mentioned her? Megan smiled and walked
forward. “It’s so nice to meet you, Inez.” She held out her
hand.

The woman scoffed and pulled her in for a
quick hug. “You’re as pretty as he said, that one.” She chuckled as
she opened the oven door. “Made us all work overtime to get the
place prettied-up for you. ‘Has to be perfect for her,’ he’d tell
me.”

Megan glanced at Trey. Color tinted his neck
and face. Good lord, her cowboy blushed? She could just grab him
and drag him back upstairs for an hour or two.

“Inez has the day off today.” He pulled out a
chair for Megan. “As you can see, she doesn’t understand what that
means.”

He pulled a mug out of a cupboard and poured
coffee from the carafe.

Inez pointed a grizzled finger at him. “I saw
the light on in your bathroom. It stayed on for ten minutes, so I
knew you were heading to town.”

Megan’s eyes went wide. The woman could
see...

“Inez lives up river about a half mile, but
she has binoculars to keep track of what’s going on here.”