Double Her Pleasure (10 page)

They came up sputtering, laughing, and tight
in each other’s arms.

“That does feel good.” She brushed her hair
from her face.

He grabbed her ass cheeks and settled her
mound against his hard cock. “This feels even better.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her
legs around his hips and slowly tipped her hips back and forth. The
movement pushed her clit along the length of his hot cock. Fissures
of need spiked through her core, robbing her of breath and
weakening her muscles.

“Sweetheart, you do that, and I lose my
restraint.”

Megan ran her tongue from his collarbone to
his ear, tasting the clean water and salty man. “So lose it.”

He turned his head and took her mouth with
his, invading with his tongue, taking what he wanted, giving her
what she craved. Trey’s hand slid to the crack of her ass, then
deeper, circling the tight anal opening with a firm finger.

Her hips convulsed forward as the pleasure of
his touch flared like fire in her core. She moaned her desire as
they kissed.

With one firm push, his fingertip slipped
inside her.

Throwing her head back, she cried out as her
pussy lips heated and swelled.

“Gotta have you. Now.” His low demand was
punctuated by the dark intensity of his eyes. He slid his finger
out and carried her toward the shore, still rubbing his cock
against her clit.

Holding on with weakening arms, she let him
take her full weight.

He had no problem using his big muscles to
haul her out of the water, kneel on the blanket, and lay her down
gently.

Megan cupped his face in her palms. “I like
this. Just the two of us.”

He nipped at her breasts and suckled her,
bracing himself with a hand on each side of her ribs. “It’s as good
as I imagined.”

She spread her legs further, feeling the heat
of his hard shaft along her slit, letting the sweet ache of need
tighten her groin.

He winked at her as he reached for his jeans
with one hand. “And I haven’t even gotten inside you yet.” His
eyelids drooped. “Inside that sweet, tight pussy of yours.” He
pulled out a condom, ripped open the foil packet with his teeth and
rolled on the condom with one hand. “Hell.” He grasped the base of
his cock and touched the knob to her cunt. “I have to...” Trey
thrust his hips forward, pushing into her, stretching her with a
sensual ache.

When his hips ground against hers, and his
balls slapped her ass, he let out a howl, his teeth bared. “Woman.”
The word came out guttural and he pressed his body along hers,
bracing himself on his elbows.

The abrasion of his chest hairs against her
tight nipples sent shocks of heat racing for her belly, making her
core quiver and tighten.

“Ah, yeah, I can feel you.” He slid his
forearms under her shoulders and laced his fingers into her hair on
each side of her head.

Their eyes met. Time froze for a moment,
words would have been less telling than this connection.

She ran her hands over his shoulders, down
his back, exploring his corded muscles as they quivered with
restraint.

Then he moved. Sliding his staff out of her,
slowly, looking at her like he never wanted to look away.

Her heart skittered, a sweet tightening
invaded her chest. Then her mind blanked as he rammed his hard cock
deep inside her, sending electric pulses shimmying up her
spine.

He withdrew again, his breath catching. As if
he wanted to say something.

Digging her heels into the sweet spot where
his sexy ass met his hard thighs, she pulled him to her, deep into
her canal, blasting heat through her blood.

“Megan.”

Under her hands, he tensed, then moved
faster, harder, as deep as he could pump into her. He punctuated
each breath with a short groan.

She rolled her hips to meet every thrust,
tipped herself just right to let her clit rub against his pubic
bone, his wiry hair scratching erotically.

Her nails dug into his back as pulses of
bliss shot from her pussy to her brain, sending her under a dark
cover, silent except for the pounding of her heart.

His shout sounded like it came from miles
away as he thrust into her, shaking her whole body with his
climax.

She tightened every muscle to keep him close.
Her mind circled, spiraling faster with each breath. She exploded,
a spray of tiny lights tinkling through her head then radiating
along her skin in delightful pinpricks.

Trey collapsed on her, and her breath
whooshed out. She smiled as he snuggled his head into her neck and
his lips pressed against her pulse point. She didn’t need to
breathe as long as she had him inside her.

“Aw, sweetheart.” He lifted off her. “Sorry.
I lost it there for a...” He just looked at her for a moment.
Tucking her leg under him, he rolled onto his back, pulling her
flush on top of him.

“Are you going to be able to breathe with me
weighing you down?” The sun warmed her back like an electric
blanket. She smiled. An item they’d probably never heard of in
western Texas.

“A little thing like you?” His chest rose and
fell as he caught his breath. “You weigh nothin’ more than a
fly.”

She laughed and wiggled along his length. At
nearly six feet tall, and with what her mother called “sturdy
bones,” Megan weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds more than
a fly. “Cowboy, you know how to make a girl feel special.”

His hands roamed the length of her back. “You
are special, Megan.” He sounded like he wanted to say more, but
after a minute, his muscles relaxed. “You gonna fall asleep on
me?”

“Probably.” The warmth of his body combined
with the solar heat sent her slogging toward a nap.

“Not too long. Your Canadian skin will fry in
this heat.”

She should get up and put on her clothes
but...too content.

****

Trey kissed Megan’s temple as her breath
slowed and her muscles melted on top of him. He’d give her five
minutes, then move her out of the sun.

His cock twitched, pressed between their
bodies. He would take her again after she woke up. Maybe from
behind. Her sweet ass looked so fucking good when she bent over,
tempting him with her delicious pink pussy.

Now he was half-hard down there. Damn, he
knew it would be good to be with her alone. He hadn’t expected it
to be the best orgasm he’d ever had without his brother in on the
action.

How had that happened? How had his heart
gotten mixed up in this? Garret would clock him one good if he
admitted he was falling for Megan.

He kissed her wet hair. She was what he’d
been looking for. Pressing his cheek against her forehead, he let
himself think of a future with her.

His phone chirped. “Damn.” The sat phone.

Megan stirred and he rolled her over onto her
back and reached for his jeans. “Trey McGatlin.”

“Brother, we’ve got a problem.”

He sat up, instantly awake. “What is it?”
Looking around, he watched for any movement in the trees.

“The flowers. They were sent by some man the
Ungers didn’t recognize.”

“Shit.” His gaze landed on Megan.

She stared at him with wide eyes.

“Get back to the ranch.” Garret sounded like
he was running. “I’m leaving town and I’ll meet you there.”

“Right.” Trey stood and held out a hand to
Megan. She took it and he helped her up. “We’ll head back right
now.”

“Go along the river. I’ll send a couple
security guys out on ATVs to meet you.”

“Okay.” Trey picked up Megan’s jeans and
handed them to her.

“And brother?”

“Yeah?” Trey watched her dress, her gaze
never leaving his face.

“You got a gun, right?” A door slammed and
tires squealed.

“All taken care of.” He disconnected and
grabbed his clothes.

“What’s going on?” Megan pulled on her boots,
hopping to keep her balance.

“We need to get back to the ranch.” He didn’t
want to frighten her, didn’t even know if the strange man the
Ungers saw was her stalker, but he needed her to move quickly.

“What’s wrong?” She folded the blanket. “It’s
not...”

She had to be thinking about her stalker. He
wouldn’t lie to her. “Let’s concentrate on getting back, then
Garret will go over everything with us.”

She nodded, he picked up the backpack with
their untouched food, and guided her to the horses. As he helped
her up, she looked down at him. Her brows were drawn together and
her face looked too pale.

She was worried, but he had no words to
alleviate her fears.

They struck out at a gallop. Trey had his
rifle close, and kept a sharp eye on the landscape. Halfway home
they heard the whine of the four-wheelers coming toward them.

“Oh, jeez.” Megan gripped the reins.

“It’s okay.” Trey slowed them to a walk and
reached to touch her shoulder. “They’re security. Gonna make sure
we find our way home.”

When she looked at him with panicked eyes,
his heart thudded. She knew what was happening.

One ATV took the lead, the other followed
behind them, and within twenty minutes, they were in the barn.

Trey helped Megan into one of the ranch
trucks and drove to the house. She stayed silent, her hands
clenching and unclenching in her lap.

His new white pickup sat in the driveway.
Garret must have taken it to town. Normally, Trey got riled at his
brother using—and abusing—his newest vehicle, but today, he didn’t
give a shit.

Nothing mattered but Megan’s safety.

Trey opened the kitchen door and let her in
ahead of him.

Garret stood in the middle of the room, still
as a statue, his gaze following Megan. She stopped a few feet from
him, glanced back at Trey, then dropped her head and let out a
breath. “Okay, what is it?” Her body stiffened, as if bracing for a
blow.

The brothers’ gazes met. Garret nodded and
put his arm around her while Trey pulled a chair out from the
table.

“Sit.” Garret guided her into the chair.

She plopped down, pale and breathing fast.
“Just tell me.” She looked at each of them. “It’s about me, isn’t
it. It’s him...” She blinked rapidly.

Trey stood next to Megan as Garret pulled a
chair up to the kitchen table and sat facing her. “We don’t know
that, Megan.” He held her hand and gestured toward the flowers.
“These were delivered this morning. With no note.”

“Red and white.” She mumbled the words. “The
colors of the Canadian flag.”

Garret lifted a brow. “Inez caught that, too.
Didn’t even occur to me.”

Trey hadn’t thought of that, either.

Megan squeezed his fingers. “Are they from
him?” Her lip quivered.

“Here’s what I know.” Garret explained what
Mr. Unger told him about the delivery. “When his wife got to the
store, she gave me a description.”

Megan nodded, staring at Garret.

“Short black hair, brown eyes, a crooked
nose, and about six feet six.”

She tipped her head. “Six feet six inches?
Are you sure?”

Garret held his hand above his head. “She
said he was ‘yea big,’ and she’s about five-six.”

Megan sat back in the chair. “It couldn’t be
him.” She turned to Trey.

He moved closer and set his hand on her
shoulder. “Too tall?”

Nodding, she stared at the flowers. “He was
shorter than me. Five-five, I think. And he had brown hair and gray
eyes. His nose was straight, and...” She shivered. “God, I don’t
even like to think about it.”

Garret kissed her hand. “Don’t then. Let’s
assume it was some kind of mistake. The Ungers are older, could
have written the wrong ranch.” His brother’s gaze met his. Neither
of them would dismiss the possibility that it might not have been a
mistake.

Trey took a knee beside Megan. “Just to be
sure, we’ve increased security.”

She sucked in a breath and let it out slow.
“Okay.” She laughed quietly. “It would be too much of a coincidence
for him to show up here. Thousands of miles away. And years since
he...” She swallowed hard.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Trey wanted
to hear the story. Some day. But not until she was ready.

With a sad look at both of them, she shook
her head. “I’d rather not right now. Being on the ranch with you
both has been wonderful. I don’t want to get into that whole thing
until...” She shrugged.

They needed to get her mind off it. Trey
stood and picked up the backpack he’d hauled along on the ride that
afternoon. “I got enough of Inez’s fried chicken in here to feed a
small town.” He held out his hand to Megan. “Let’s go out back and
sit on the pool deck and tuck into it.”

She smiled as she slid her hand onto his palm
and stood. “In the shade.”

“Yeah.” He wiggled his brows at her. “A
very...private...shaded corner of the deck.”

Megan bit the corner of her lip and a flush
of color bloomed on her pale cheeks. “Sounds perfect.”

Garret didn’t move.

“Coming, brother?” Was he hesitating because
of the afternoon Trey had spent with Megan?

“Yeah. Coming.” Garret stood. Then he
grinned. “Do we need condoms?”

Megan rolled her eyes. “What is it with you
two? It’s either food or sex or beer. Is that all it takes to make
you boys happy?” She grabbed Garret’s hand and pulled both of them
along as she headed toward the back of the house.

“Yep, but not in that order.” Trey adjusted
the fly of his jeans as a wicked boner pressed painfully against
his zipper.

An hour later, after some creative threeway
adventures in the pool, on a padded lounger, and in the big, sunken
spa, Megan napped on a chase lounge. A huge umbrella hovered over
her, blocking the last rays of the setting sun.

Trey covered her beautiful, naked body with a
robe from the pool house.

He and Garret slid into trunks they’d left in
there, and headed for the outdoor kitchen on the opposite side of
the pool from Megan.