Double Her Pleasure (7 page)

“I do not.” Inez winked at Megan then patted
Trey’s stomach. “You need a real breakfast.” She took two plates
and started filling them with eggs, toast, bacon, and potatoes.

Trey set the coffee in front of Megan, then
went to the fridge and came back with skim milk.

“Thank you.” She took the carton from him.
“You remembered.”

He nodded as he sat. “In Chicago, your big
breakfast after...” He looked at Inez who had her back to them.

“Go ahead,” the woman said. “I’m not
listening.”

Megan laughed as Trey just smiled. “She never
listens unless it’s none of her business.”

“True.” She turned with two plates heaped
with food, walked to the table, and set them in front of each of
them. “But everything around here is my business.” She went back
for the coffee pot and refilled Trey’s mug. “Is your brother still
asleep?”

“Probably. You know how the hotshot is.”

Inez replaced the carafe and wiped her hands
on a towel, looking at the ceiling. “I’m so anxious to see him, I’m
tempted to go up there and wake—”

The grating of Trey’s chair shoving back
startled both women.

Garret was asleep in Trey’s bed.

“Okay, Miss Inez.” He took her by the
shoulders and pointed her toward the door. “It’s your day off.” He
plucked a thick shawl from one of the pegs and tossed it around her
shoulders. “Get in your car, go home, and make yourself a big pot
of tea.”

She gestured toward the stove where empty
pans sat. “I need to—“

“I’ll take care of it.” Trey opened the door,
took Inez’s hand and kissed it, then shooed her outside. “Thank you
for breakfast. And don’t come back.”

“Nice to meet...”

Trey had already closed the door. “She’s only
supposed to come once a day, five days a week, to make me
breakfast, dinner, and something for me to heat up for supper.” He
sat and dug into his food.

“She came this morning to see Garret?” Megan
took a forkful of potatoes. Green peppers and onions flavored the
fried spuds.

“You.” Trey bit his toast and chewed, staring
at her. “She knew hotshot wouldn’t be up this early. She was
curious about you.”

Nibbling her toast, she considered all the
people who she would come into contact with on the ranch who’d
wonder if she was with Trey or Garret. How would they handle
it?

Trey set down his fork. His plate was empty.
“You gonna eat that or just play with it?” He wiped his mouth with
a napkin and stood, hauling his plate and mug to the counter. He
loaded them into the dishwasher along with the pans and
utensils.

He was all business this morning. When her
stomach rumbled, she got busy eating.

Five minutes later, Trey handed her up into
the cab of a brand new pearl-white truck with the ranch’s logo on
it. She sniffed the new-car scent. “Don’t tell me you bought a new
truck this week to impress me?”

He grinned and closed her door, walked around
the front of the truck, and got into his seat. “Nope. Had this one
on order for six months. It just came in this week, though.” He
turned the ignition and the engine roared to life. Glancing at her,
he winked. “But if you want to think I got it just for you...” He
shifted, looked straight ahead, and accelerated down the driveway.
“Be my guest.”

“Okay. I will.” He was in a strange mood.

Forty-five minutes later, she sat in the
lawyer’s waiting room sipping weak coffee while Trey met with his
very young, very sexy, very female attorney. Every once in a while,
she heard his low laugh and her bright one. Her stomach kicked up
jealously just thinking about her cowboy with another woman.

When he came out, the lawyer shook Trey’s
hand and held onto it just a bit too long. The woman, in her
expensive tan suit and high fashion pumps, gave Megan a little
finger wave, as if she were a child.

Trey guided Megan out the door and to his
truck. Had he dated the woman? Was he still dating the woman? Is
that why he hadn’t wanted Megan to come to town with him?

Their next stop was at the feed store where
he had a forklift place a pallet of bags onto the bed of the truck.
The next stop was the fleet supply where he helped her pick out
boots, thick denim jeans, and a cute red cowgirl hat.

The rays of the midday sun blinded her as
they reflected off Trey’s pickup. As they slid into the cab, the
heat struck her like a sauna.

He started the engine and flipped the air
conditioner to high. The radio played a twangy country ballad.
“Where to next?” He waited for her response, but didn’t look at
her.

“I have everything I needed to get.”

He nodded and reached for the shifter.

“Trey.” She grabbed his hand before it
reached the knob.

He met her gaze. “Uh huh?” He seemed
heavy-hearted. Not the usual positive, caring gentleman he’d been.
Was this just another side of him that she’d never seen?

“What is it? Is anything wrong?”

As his jaw tightened, he turned off the
truck’s radio. “I need to ask you something.”

Her chest clenched, and a blast of worry
shook her. “Sure.”

He pierced her with a stare. “Did you and
Garret do anything last night?”

She felt heat race up to her face, then drain
away, leaving her breathless. “Why do you ask?” Her voice was too
high.

His lips tightened. He knew she was
stalling.

“Something Garret said last night, when he
was between your legs.”

The casual way he referred to his brother’s
sensual attention to her pussy almost made her laugh. This was not
the right time to start giggling. She swallowed and struggled for
the right words.

Trey looked out the windshield and resettled
his hat. “It didn’t hit me until this morning in the shower.” He
gave her an intense stare.

She couldn’t meet his gaze. Wrapping her arms
around her middle, she took in a choppy breath. “He wanted to tell
you himself.”

The bang startled her. Trey hit the steering
wheel with his palm once again and pressed the radio button,
cranking the volume until the music filled the cab.

She reached for his arm, but he gave her hand
a laser stare and she pulled it back. “It wasn’t what you think,
Trey.” How did she explain it? There was no penetration? But there
was his finger. Would it matter to Trey that his brother didn’t
have an orgasm?

He shifted and tore out of the empty parking
lot, squealing the tires around the corner.

No, she’d best leave this one alone. She sat
back, tucked into herself, and shouted to be heard over the music.
“I’m sorry.”

With a long exhale, he slowed the truck to
close to the speed limit and visibly relaxed himself. He turned off
the radio. “It’s not your fault.”

Fault? Is that what he was looking for?
Someone to blame? “It
was
my fault. Last night, I mean. When
you and I suggested we change our lifestyle rules and he balked, I
thought he’d be more amenable to it if he had a taste of what it
would be like to—”

“Taste?” His voice cracked through the truck
like a whip. “Is that what he did?”

“No.” She waved a hand. “Let me finish my
thought, then you can start the interrogation.”

He gripped the steering wheel until his
knuckles turned white.

“I got carried away with my...persuasion. It
was my fault, not his.”

“He’s a man. He knows when to stop. It was
not your fault.”

“Trey, please. We didn’t have sex. Not in the
classic sense of the word.” Why was this making her uncomfortable?
In the last twelve hours, she’d had her men every way a woman could
take them. “I had all my clothes on. He gave me an orgasm with his
finger. He sucked my nipples. That’s all.”

Trey made a strange sound. Then made it
again. Then he broke out in a laugh. He glanced at her, his grin
making him too handsome. “Sweetheart, you sound like a teenager
whose daddy caught her with the town bad boy.”

She took her first full breath since the
conversation started. “I feel like it, now that you mention it.”
She turned in her seat, facing him. “Garret held back, didn’t take
his own pleasure, because he didn’t want to do that without
finishing the conversation about rules with you.”

Trey was silent the last fifteen minutes of
the drive, but his grip had loosened on the wheel, and he was
breathing a lot easier.

She let him brood, or whatever he was doing
inside that brilliant brain of his, and she took in the scenery out
her window. She needed to warn Garret that his brother knew about
last night. Actually, she should probably stick close to Garret and
act as a moderator when the two men came face to face.

When they pulled up to the three-car garage
attached to the house, Megan spotted the four-wheeler parked
outside the mudroom. Garret was still in the house.

Trey parked the truck on the driveway and got
out to open her door. “I need to drop off the grain.” He helped her
out of the truck. “I’ll be back in an hour and we can have dinner
before we take a ride.”

“Okay.” She went up on tiptoes and kissed
him. “I’ll go change into my cowgirl gear.”

He smacked her butt and tugged her close.
“You’re gonna look irresistible.” He ran his hands up her back.

At least he wasn’t fire poker angry any
longer. “I can’t wait.” She’d talk to Garret, get him to hide, then
she’d go for a trail ride with Trey and they’d even the score by
having some sex themselves.

Trey released her, grabbed her shopping bags
from the backseat, and gestured toward the house.

She reached out and took the bags from him.
“You don’t have to carry these for me, cowboy.” With a wink, she
turned and did her best sashay toward the house.

He whistled, low and slow. “Cowgirl, you
sorely tempt a man.”

She laughed as she opened the kitchen door
and stepped inside. The cool air hit her first, then the scent of
the spicy sauce bubbling on the stove warmed her heart like coming
home.

“Hello!” Inez turned from the counter, a
knife in one hand, a green pepper in the other. “You sound like you
had a good time in town.”

She set her bags on the table and walked to
where Inez had mounds of chopped vegetables on a huge cutting
board. Megan stole a piece of carrot. “We did. It’s a cute little
town. But aren’t you supposed to be off work today?” She smiled at
the woman.

“I wanted to see my Garret.” She shrugged.
“And while I was here, I decided to make something for dinner.”
Inez pointed out the window with the knife. “Trey is going down to
the barns?”

“Yes.” She watched his truck head toward the
bridge that crossed the river. “He has grain bags to drop off.”

“Ah, good. He can let Garret do it. The boy
hasn’t worked a forklift in years.”

“Garret?” Megan glanced toward the ceiling.
The four-wheeler was still outside. She straightened. “He’s here in
the house, right?”

Inez’s brows lifted. “No. He went to the
barns a half hour ago, after I fed him breakfast.”

Megan’s heart started thumping. She had to
get down there before...

“You okay, Miss Megan?” Inez set down her
knife and reached toward her. “The Texas heat can—”

“No, I’m fine.” Megan backed toward the door.
“I just forgot to tell Trey something.” If those two got together
before she could get between them, there’d be bloodshed.

“Okay. Put on that hat. Oh, those flowers on
the table are for you...”

Megan was out the door and heading toward the
ATV as Inez’s words registered. Flowers? She stopped but shook her
head. “Couldn’t be.” Whenever she saw a vase of flowers, she
thought of her stalker, but he was two thousand miles away.

Recalling Garret’s instruction, she got the
machine going and steered it down the trail toward the bridge over
the river. Racing along, she kept a lookout for her men. When she
crossed the bridge, she spotted the distinctive grill on the front
of Trey’s truck sticking out of one of the barns. She raced toward
it and slid to a stop as a cloud of dust swirled around her.

Running into the barn, she waited a few
seconds for her night vision to come back. “Trey?”

“Ma’am.” A male voice came from her right.
“He’s out back of the third barn.”

“Thanks.” Which one was the third one?
“Um...”

“Just out this door and to your left. Last
one before the Quonset hut.”

“Okay, thank you.” What in the heck was a
Quonset hut? She jogged along the worn path until she heard voices.
Loud voices. Three ranch hands stood staring toward the back side
of the barn where the voices came from.

She walked around them.

“Ma’am.” One of the cowboys took off his hat.
“You may not want to go on back there.”

She heard Garret say her name. Could she
order the three eavesdroppers back to work so they wouldn’t hear
any more than they already did?

Damn those McGatlin boys. Shouting about
things that should only be spoken in private. She stomped along the
wall and rounded the corner to see them squared off, all four fists
clenched at their sides.

“Hey.” She said it quietly since the shouting
had ceased. Probably because the fighting was about to
commence.

They turned to look at her.

She hitched a thumb over her shoulder. “You
have an audience, you know.” She snapped out the warning.

Trey stormed toward the corner of the barn.
“You boys need more to do today?” He practically yelled it.

“No, boss.”

“Sorry, boss.”

The scurry of boots followed.

“Why’d you tell him?” Garret’s brows lowered
over his beautiful blue eyes.

“Great. So now this is my fault.” She took a
step toward him.

****

Trey loved it when Megan got feisty. He took
her arm to stop her then stepped in front of her, facing his
brother. “She didn’t.
You
let it slip. Last night.” What had
his brother said? Something about a craving to taste her since
she’d come for him by the river.