Double Her Pleasure (3 page)

Turning, she smiled at them. “Upstairs,
definitely.” As she strolled over to them, she peeked in the dining
room to the right of the stairs.

The big wood table seated twenty. It, and the
heavy chairs, had been polished to a gleam by the crew Trey hired
to detail the house.

“Inez has been busy.” Garret looked at him.
“You didn’t work her too hard, did you?”

Trey’s only response was to lift one brow.
Hell, Inez had been with them for fifty years. The woman was one of
the family. If she’d agree, he’d let her retire with full salary to
the little house he’d built for her upriver. But she insisted on
cooking for him. Three solid meals, seven days a week, whether it
was one of her days off or not.

Garret glanced away. “Forget I said
that.”

“Hm.” Trey was not in the mood to fight with
his brother right now. He patted Megan’s firm ass and pointed up
the steps. “Ignore my brother. He has a way of killing the
mood.”

She sighed through a smile. “If you two are
going to keep bickering all the time, I’m going to wear earplugs.”
She ascended the staircase.

Trey followed, enjoying the view of her from
that angle.

“Bickering.” Garret’s grumble was followed by
his booted footsteps on the stairs. “Men don’t bicker.”

“Well, whatever it is you two do, let’s call
a cease-fire for an hour or so.”

Trey grinned back at his brother. “What d’ya
say, hotshot? A couple hours without bickering?”

“Fuck, yeah! Blood’s already draining from my
brain. Can’t remember what the hell we were arguing over.”

Megan reached the top of the stairs. She
glanced to her left.

“That’s the older section of the house.” Trey
gestured along the hallway where the balcony overlooked the living
room. “Garret’s room is at the end of the hall there, and those are
the two guest rooms. If you want to use one of the rooms to work,
we can set you up with whatever you need.”

“I hate to tell you this, but I do have a
deadline on some drawings. I’ll need to spend time on my
computer.”

“Too bad. Not gonna happen.” Garret looked
her up and down with an exaggerated leer. “Didn’t schedule any
non-naked time for you, baby.”

Trey guided her to the right. Big, double
doors in dark wood stood open to his bedroom suite.

“Oooh, nice.” She stepped in and looked down
as her feet sunk into the decadently thick gray carpet.

Maroon leather furniture filled the left side
of the room, and his massive bed took up the right side.

“This is gorgeous.” She turned in place,
looking out the windows and sliding glass doors on the three
exterior walls. Strolling toward his bed, she ran her fingers over
the maroon bedspread and touched the solid headboard that matched
the double doors into the room. Behind his bed, a big window framed
the view upriver. “That must be the Clear River. So beautiful. You
can see forever.”

Megan, that close to his bed, did something
manic to his heart rate. He wanted her, needed her, sprawled on his
bed, his head between her pale thighs as he tasted and pleased her.
But he wouldn’t rush her.

She walked along the north wall, past the
windows and slider that overlooked the outbuildings. “So much going
on.” She touched the binoculars on the table under the window.

“I wanted to be able to see everything
happening on the ranch.” Trey crossed his arms and watched her
enjoying his room. She looked good here. Like she would fit in
perfectly.

She smiled at him then strolled through the
sitting area where the gas fireplace and big television filled half
the wall. She pointed at the sliding door. “Balcony?” Cushioned
chairs and a table sat under a big sun umbrella. “Can we go
out?”

“Of course.” Trey ambled over to her.

Garret set down her suitcase. “If you’re
having a tour right now, I’ll go unpack.”

She shrugged. “I guess I’m just nosy.”

He grinned. “You do anything you want to,
baby. We’ll try to be patient.” Garret headed down the hall.

Trey opened the sliding door, then guided her
outside to the metal railing that ran the entire perimeter of the
balcony. “Over here, steps go down to the pool.” He looked toward
the horizon. “I get a hell of a sunset here.”

“It’s perfect. So different from what I’d
pictured.” Megan spun and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m
going to have so much fun here.”

He bent and snugged one hand under her ass,
lifting her off her feet and pulling her tight against his
erection. “We’re all gonna have fun now that you’re here.” Even to
his own ears, it sounded cheesy, but he was damn glad to finally
have her in his bedroom. He walked them into the room and closed
the slider. “Now, what are we gonna do first?”

Garret set his suitcase on his low dresser
and adjusted the painful tightness of the zipper over his shaft.
Hard as hell for her, even harder when he watched her walk around
that big-ass bed of Trey’s. He’d had to walk away for a minute and
gather his composure, what little he had with her around.

She’d captured his attention so thoroughly,
he’d thought of her constantly the last week and a half. He’d even
forgotten the appointment he’d made with his agent for next week in
LA. He couldn’t cancel, but he’d have to leave her here—not alone.
With Trey. How were the two of them going to handle being alone
together for three days?

He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
They’d just have to figure it out, ‘cause there were rules, and not
the kind that were meant to be broken.

He stepped into the bathroom and washed his
hands and face of dog slobber. It was damn good to be home.

“Garret.” Trey’s voice boomed through the
house.

A wave of heat rolled through his groin. It
was happening. Now.

He jogged down the carpeted hallway and
stopped in his brother’s room. Trey had Megan flat against him,
holding her ass so her feet didn’t touch the floor. Her arms were
around his neck, her long, black hair a waterfall of silk down her
back.

She turned her head and gave Garret a look
that damn near knocked him into orgasm. “We’re over here, hotshot.”
Her purr, her use of the name Trey had given him, tugged at him
like an invisible lasso.

“Comin’, baby.” With one hand, he pulled off
his shirt. Pressing his chest against her back, against all that
shiny hair, he had to have her naked. “Too many clothes.”

“I agree.” Trey set her down and unbuttoned
her blouse while Garret ran his hands along her waistband and undid
the button and zipper. He tugged the fabric down, crouching to get
a closer look.

She’d worn a thong, pink, sheer. “Sexy,
tempting, and...” He held her legs and ran his tongue along the
bottom curve where her ass met her thigh. “Sweet.”

Megan shivered and moaned softly.

“Pretty bra.” Trey unhooked the matching pink
scrap and tossed it. “Your skin is so beautiful.” He bent his head
to her chest.

Garret’s cock nearly ripped out of his jeans.
Sliding his hands up along her smooth thighs, he breathed deep of
her musky scent. He cupped her ass cheeks.

Trey’s sucking noises and the aroma of
Megan’s sex juices made his mouth water.

Megan dropped her head back with a sigh, her
long hair brushing Garret’s face. Whatever his brother was doing to
her, she liked.

In his hands, her hips circled slowly. She
evidently liked Trey’s foreplay...a lot. Garret spread her ass
cheeks, looking his fill of her little rosebud anal opening. He’d
been inside there, his cock stretching her open, filling her
completely.

Megan reached a hand back and found his hair.
Lacing her fingers through his shaggy cut, she tipped her hips,
arching her back to offer herself to him.

“Fuck.” His balls tightened so fast, his head
spun. He snaked his tongue along the top of her thong, following it
down into her crack, tasting her floral-scented flesh, the salty
slickness of her anus.

As she cried out, her body jolted and her
fingers tightened in his hair. “Garret.”

With his tongue, he pushed aside the material
and licked a slow circle around her anal opening.

“Trey, please.”

“Sweetheart, I want to taste you.” Trey
dropped to his knees. Over the years, he and his brother had worked
out a code to keep track of what the other was doing.

“She tastes incredible, brother.” Garret
could tease her rosebud for an hour, make her come a dozen times.
“And her slick, wet pussy.” He was telling Trey to stay on her
clit, because he wanted her cunt to himself.

Trey slid her thong down, letting it drop to
her ankles, and she kicked it off.

“Your pretty mound, hidin’ that plump little
clit from me.” Trey’s voice had gone so low, it was like the rumble
of an earthquake.

Megan jittered and Garret knew Trey had taken
her bud into his mouth. Her hand tightened in his hair, and as he
adjusted himself onto one knee, he could see her other hand doing
the same to his brother’s hair.

Sliding his hands between her legs, Garret
urged them apart, needing her to open for him. When she complied,
he brushed his fingertips along her trimmed pussy lips. Soft and
wet, they quivered as he rubbed and tickled. He leaned toward her,
letting his tongue pulse and flick her rosebud.

“Aaaahhhh.” Megan’s body tensed, at the same
time Trey groaned; his code for,
“Now!”

Garret wanted to tease and please her for
another lifetime, but he wouldn’t deny her this orgasm. Not after
they’d been apart for so long. He eased his middle finger up into
her hot, slick canal, pulled it out, then pushed in two. Her tight
hole gripped his fingers, pulling him in deeper.

He laid the flat of his tongue on her anus
and licked a wild pattern.

She screamed and her body pulsed in rhythm
with the spasms racing along the length of her channel. The ripples
pulled and pushed his fingers, making his cock jump with need.

His breath came fast and licks of fire raced
his spine. He had to hold on, couldn’t embarrass himself by coming
in his jeans. But he’d been too long without a woman. No, without
Megan. After Chicago, no other woman even tempted him.

Trey’s hands circled her waist and held her
upright as her knees weakened and her palm flattened on Garret’s
head for support.

“Trey. Garret.” Megan’s breathy voice came
between her panting. “You are every fantasy, every pleasure, all
rolled into one perfect package.”

Trey chuckled.

The three of them together were perfect. He
wanted this to last. Garret eased his fingers from her and gave her
a bruising nip on the ass.

She sucked in a breath. “What was that for?”
Laughing, she turned to look at him.

He met her stare. “You’re branded now,
Megan.” He landed an open-mouth kiss on the spot he’d marked.
“You’re the property of the McGatlin brothers.” He stood, sliding
his hands up her ribs to cup her breasts.

“Good plan, brother.” Trey leaned into the
soft skin between her hip and her mound. Pressing his lips to her,
he sucked, leaving a love bruise.

She tipped her head back onto Garret’s
shoulder. “After that orgasm, you’ll get no argument from me.”

Trey got to his feet. Completely dressed, he
couldn’t stand quite straight with the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Still too many clothes going on here.”

As his brother tugged the quilt off the bed
and let it drop to the floor, Garret lifted Megan and set her on
the bedsheets. “Don’t move.” He looked down at her.

He stared at her pretty face, pink from her
climax, full lips meant for kissing and sucking, eyelids fluttering
over her sensual gaze.

His cock hardened painfully. Carefully, he
unzipped and shucked his jeans and briefs, pulling off his boots
and socks as he went. By the time he turned back to the bed, Trey
was buck naked lying on his side next to her, tracing her breasts
with a lazy finger. She lay boneless, a satisfied smile on her
face.

Wrapping his finger and thumb around the base
of his shaft, he walked toward her. She wasn’t going to be lounging
around for very long.

****

Megan brushed her fingers along Trey’s jaw.
Her men had given her a climax that still tingled through her,
convulsing in tiny pulses in her core. They’d hit all her pleasure
points, tripling the intensity, weakening her body and
flash-freezing her mind.

Her cowboy looked at her, his blue eyes
intense with more than just lust. He had such deep emotion lurking
inside him, and she’d love to be the woman who could bring out
those feelings.

Garret’s thighs bumped the side of the
mattress. “I’m hard for you, baby.” He held his cock in his
hand.

Megan grinned. Yep, then there was Garret. He
didn’t choose the action hero lifestyle by chance. He was hard and
tough inside and out. He did have a softer side. She’d seen
glimpses of it in Chicago and on the plane today. He’d never admit
to it, and she’d have a tough time convincing him to get in touch
with his feelings.

Grinning, she stared at his long, thick cock
and licked her lips. She’d have a fun time trying, though. She
looked at Trey and slid her hand down his chest to his belly, where
his cock bounced and pulsed against the back of her hand. “You’re
hard for me too, cowboy?”

He gripped her hand and wrapped her fingers
around his shaft. “
You
tell
me
. Hard enough?”

“Like a rock.” Hot and silky, she’d never
tasted him. “I want to take you in my mouth.”

His breathing halted.

“I want to taste your cum, let it shoot down
my throat.”

“Fuck. Me.” He mumbled the words, but his
eyes turned inky blue and his teeth gritted together.

“I ain’t felt your pussy around my cock,
baby.” Garret put a knee on the bed.

Megan reached out and gripped his shaft. “I
want you inside me. Pumping hard...” Her eyes fluttered shut as a
race of desire skittered through her, centering in her core,
wetting her pussy lips with juices that tricked from her slit.