Double Her Pleasure (5 page)

“Garret...” He stepped closer.

“Wow!” Megan’s voice echoed in the room.
“This is gigantic.” With her hair in a ponytail, a white tank top,
and cutoff jean shorts that showed off her long legs, she was
sexy-sweet, and Trey’s cock responded with a hot pulse.

“Baby.” Garret’s gaze ran the length of her
and back up. “You look good enough to eat.”

She laughed and flip-flopped into the room,
sliding her sunglasses on top of her head. “I’m hungry enough to
eat whatever’s making that fabulous smell.”

Garret tossed her a melon-colored hotpad.
“Put that on the table and have a seat.” Sliding two green oven
mitts on his hands, he toted the casserole dish to the table.
“Prepare yourself for a feast.”

Megan pulled out a chair and sat. “I love the
accent colors.” She ran her finger over the bright colored tiles
dotting the mostly-white tabletop. “Melon and lime. Very...” She
glanced at him. “Festive?”

Trey pulled ‘festive’ colored plates out of
the cupboard and forks and a serving spoon out of a drawer. “Inez
got to design this room. White to feel clean, and color for
welcome.” Or was it the other way around?

From the fridge, Garret hauled over shredded
cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and salsa. He went back in and
brought three beers to the table.

“I love the windows. Is that so you don’t
miss anything while you’re eating?” Megan smirked at Trey as he sat
next to her.

Garret snorted as he took a chair on her
other side. “I was wondering that, too.” He grabbed the spoon and
dished up a huge portion of steaming chow.

Trey shook his head. “Inez’s idea.” He
glanced outside. “But, it was a damn good one.”

As Garret set the first loaded plate in front
of Megan, she pushed it to Trey. “Oh no. Only about a fourth that
much for me.”

He complied, and in seconds they all tucked
into the spicy, gooey, delicious meal.

“Mmmm.” Megan chewed slowly and closed her
eyes. “This is heaven on earth.”

Garret laughed. “Inez is going to love you.”
He shoveled food like he hadn’t eaten in a month.

“I’m already
half in love
with her.”
Megan sipped from her beer.

Trey glanced up and found Garret looking at
him. He could tell what his brother was thinking. Half in love
pertained to a lot of situations in this house.

Megan set down her fork. “Speaking
of...um...no, that’s not what I was...” She let out a nervous
laugh.

With his mouth full, Garret stopped chewing
and stared at her.

Trey waited, washing his grub down with beer.
She was so damn cute—when she wasn’t being sexy and gorgeous. “What
is it?”

“I have a few questions.” She picked up her
fork and pushed a bean around on her plate.

“Uh huh.” Trey got back to eating. She wasn’t
in any hurry here, and his food was getting cold.

“About our...” She swallowed, looked at each
of them, then closed her eyes. “Lifestyle.”

Garret looked at him, and Trey gave him a
shrug in return.

“Ask.” Trey would tell her anything she
wanted to know.

“By lifestyle, you mean our threesome?”
Garret didn’t slow down his eating. He chewed and swallowed, but
Megan stayed silent. “You want to know if we’ve had anyone at the
ranch before, don’t you?”

A crooked smile curved her lips. “That wasn’t
where I was going, but since you mentioned it...let’s start with
that.”

“No.” The brothers said it in unison.

She let out a breath. “That’s good.” She
squinted at him. “I mean, it kind of says this is...” With her
fork, she pointed a triangle between the three of them. “Is
important.”

Trey grinned. Important? Yeah, like
life-altering kind of important. “Very.”

Garret nodded and went back to eating.

“Anything else?” Trey got up and opened three
fresh beers and set them on the table. He couldn’t stand not
touching her. Leaning over, he tugged her ponytail and kissed her
quick on the lips. “’Cause I got a couple questions, too.”

Both of them stared at Trey. He sat and made
himself comfortable, gearing up for the speech he’d practiced all
week, and finding a few handy improvisations. “Since we’re all
‘important’ to each other, and we want to see where this...” He
made the triangle with his finger. “...leads us.”

This was where it was going to get tricky. He
and Garret had talked extensively during the last week about how to
convince Megan to stay. Long-term. Permanently, if things worked
out.

“Yeah?” Garret’s eyes narrowed and his brow
wrinkled.

“We should think about spending time in
twos.” He took his beer in his hand, letting the cool glass ground
him in preparation for the explosion. “With Megan, I mean.”

Garret threw his fork on his plate. “I knew
this was coming. You were circling around it yesterday on the
phone, but I was too obtuse to catch on.”

Megan blinked and sat back.

Trey tipped his head toward her, warning his
brother he was going to scare her if he didn’t calm down.

Taking a breath, Garret placed his hands flat
on the table. “You’re doing this because I have to be in LA next
week.” He glanced at Megan. “He wants you alone, and I don’t blame
him.” Shifting his gaze back to Trey, Garret tightened his jaw.
“But we have a rule. No one-on-one.” He stood, keeping his hands
planted on the table. “It’s worked for us this long. Why change
it?”

Trey’s free hand fisted. Damn belligerent
prick. He’d made that rule all those years ago, and it’d worked.
Until now. “Things have changed, haven’t they.” Uncurling his
fingers, he took Megan’s hand in his. “We need to be able to
connect with each other, each of us with Megan, if we expect this
thing between us to amount to anything.”

His brother straightened and walked away. He
turned back, hands fisted. “Where is this coming from?”

“Actually...” Megan slid her hand toward
Garret’s plate and patted the table. “Sit down for a minute,
because that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, too.”

Trudging to his chair, he plopped down. “All
right. Shoot.” He frowned like he was ready for the firing
squad.

“I did some research on the lifestyle.” She
looked at the un-held hand close to Garret and slid it back in
front of herself. “Actually, I started with a few erotic romance
novels.”

“Great resource.” Garret didn’t sound
happy.

“Let her talk.” Trey leveled his most
Dad-like look at his brother.

“I read articles online, too.” She sat
forward, directing her speech to Garret. “For a relationship like
ours to thrive, we’ve—”

“So now it’s gone from a lifestyle to a
relationship.” After a second, Garret sat forward and reached for
her hand. “I’m sorry, baby.” He shrugged his brows. “I’m runnin’ on
too little sleep and too much blindsiding.”

Trey didn’t care for him talking that way to
Megan, excuses or not, and he opened his mouth to tell him that and
more.

Megan squeezed Trey’s hand in warning, still
looking at Garret. “I didn’t mean to throw this at you. But when
your brother brought it up, I thought I’d toss in my opinion. I
really didn’t mean to hit you with the second barrel.”

Trey shut his mouth and watched. He loved how
she mediated between him and Garret. If she hadn’t been here,
they’d be taking verbal jabs at each other until fists flew.

“Let me have some time with it.” Garret stood
and walked to the door. Grabbing his old cowboy hat off a peg, he
pulled it low on his head and looked at both of them then settled
his gaze on Trey. “Right now, I agree we need to spend time alone
together with Megan. But I’m not on board with it being in bed.” He
looked at Megan. “Ready for a tour of the ranch?”

She nodded and stood, picking up her plate,
finishing her last bite. “Let me clear off the table first.”

Trey took the plate from her. “Go on. I’ll do
this.”

She leaned in and kissed him. “Thank
you.”

The temptation to toss her over his shoulder
and head back upstairs ate at him, but he brushed a thumb over a
white smudge on her cheek. “You got sunscreen on?”

“Yep. Completely coated.” She tipped her
head. “Are you coming with?”

He glanced at the clock above the fridge.
“I’ve gotta meet with my foreman before he knocks off for the day.”
He swatted her tight, round ass. “I’ll catch up.”

She nearly skipped to the door where Garret
held a beat-up straw hat with a stampede strap. “This’ll help with
the sun until we can get you to town and buy you a fancier
one.”

Sliding her sunglasses on, she put the hat on
her head and tightened the string under her chin. “Ready.” She
waved at Trey and walked out the door Garret held open for her.

Trey picked up his own plate and took a step
toward the sink.

“This is not finished, brother.” Garret
glared at him. “Dumping that on me with Megan here. Shitty
business.”

Heat raced up his neck. “While you’re out,
why don’t you fall in the river and see if that helps your crapload
of attitude.”

Garret squared his shoulders and dipped his
head. “Are you of a mind to make me?”

“Hey!” Megan’s voice came from somewhere
outside. “Let’s go, hotshot.”

With one last laser blast of his blue eyes,
Garret grabbed his boots and left, slamming the door behind
him.

“Children.” He grinned. It was damn nice to
have him home.

Garret pulled his boots onto his bare feet
while walking—hopping—toward Megan.

She turned her back to him and gazed out over
the landscape.

He looked around. It was beautiful. Hanging
low in the sky, the sun stretched long shadows across the
packed-dirt yard. Green by the river, dusty brown further out, all
of it smelled so fucking great. Like acres of unending earth and
air. The sky was cloudless and he wished he’d remembered his
sunglasses.

Megan turned and smiled at him. “This place
is amazing.”

Reaching her, he tugged her close and tipped
his head to keep their hats from bumping. “You look good here,
baby. Like you fit right in.” Grasping her butt, he tugged her
against his swelling cock. He leaned in and kissed her, hard and
demanding, making her all his. He froze and pulled back.

All his? “What the hell?” He’d imagined
them—just the two of them—fucking on the lounge chair on the
balcony outside his bedroom.

“What?” She looked around. “What’s
wrong?”

He took her hand and pulled her toward the
four-wheeler.
Trey’s
four-wheeler, but the cowboy could find
his own ride down to the ranch buildings. “You two planted thoughts
in my head.”

“Wait.” She dug in her heels, flip flops
actually, and stopped. “Trey and I didn’t plan to ambush you. It
just worked out that we’d both been thinking the same thing all
week.”

The sun was heading toward the horizon, and
he wanted to show her around before it got dark. He could either
stand here and debate this with her, or ride hell-bent along the
river so they could watch the sunset from a spot just over the
ridge.

He nudged her forward. “Let me show you
something, then you can tell me all the reasons you think this
one-on-one thing is a good idea.”

She squeezed his hand and walked beside him
to the four-wheeler. “And you can tell me all the reasons you think
it’s not.”

He swung his leg over the camo ATV and picked
up the sunglasses his brother had left on the handlebar. He held
out his hand for her. “Hop on and hang on.” He checked the angle of
the sun as she climbed on in back of him. “It’s gonna be a fast
tour.”

He started the motor and revved it a couple
times. Looking back at the house, he saw Trey looking out the
kitchen window. He gave his brother a shit-eatin’ grin. The jerk
could walk the quarter mile to the foreman’s office.

When Megan had her feet on the pegs and her
arms tight around his middle, he shifted into gear and took
off.

Her breasts pressed into his back and her
hands held flat against his stomach. Megan. One hell of a woman.
The urge to howl like the leader of a wolf pack had him juiced and
ready for anything.

The dogs caught up to them, barking and
excited for an adventure.

He didn’t want them slobbering around while
he watched the sunset with Megan. Garret pointed toward the house.
“Kennel up!”

The dogs slowed, stopped, then trudged back
toward the house.

“They’re so well-behaved.”

Garret watched the mutts in the side mirror.
They had to be sad being left behind. Almost the same way Trey had
looked when he and Megan had walked out the door without him. Hell,
Trey was the one who suggested one-on-one. He could just deal with
it.

“Big brother has a way with animals.” He
gunned the motor and they sped toward the river. Garret gestured
toward the ranch buildings. “We’ve got barns for stock and
supplies, machine sheds, and even a wood shop.” He shouted to be
heard above the motor.

“It’s really—oh!” They’d hit a dip and come
out of it flying. “Really fast!” She laughed.

“Gotta get somewhere before sunset.” They
raced by the foreman’s house and the bunkhouse. A few men wandered
around, and a couple raised their hands in greeting. He’d catch up
with everyone tomorrow. Tonight he needed to burn off some steam,
and the best way to do it was with the woman plastered to his back
tighter than a body cast.

He raced over the ridge and down the other
side, kicking up dust behind them, and feeling freer than he had in
a long damn time. Out of sight of everyone, on his own property,
with the woman he...what? Liked? Lusted after? There weren’t any
other L words he needed to think about right now.

Ten minutes later they reached the spot where
the river took a sharp turn. He pulled up and stopped. Cutting the
engine, he waited until quiet drifted over them. The trickle of the
water and a night bird calling were the only sounds.