Menage A Cowboy Complete Series (8 page)

My nails scratched his back again, and I wouldn't have been surprised if I left marks that would still show in the morning.

"That's it, Grace. Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock as you come."

It was his words that did it, his urging me higher as he rocked into me again and again, grinding just right.

I let loose, calling his name along with other moaned words that just rolled out of me as the waves of my orgasm rolled through me.

"Fuck, Grace! God you're sexy as hell when you come."

He started stroking into me harder, faster, his breath coming in gasps as he also got close.

"Your pussy is pulsing so good around me. Oh god! Oh, yes!"

My hands found his round ass, and I squeezed as I pulled, helping him drive deeper.

He froze over me, and a sound of pure pleasure and release filled my ears as I felt him grow, and then throb, arching himself into me as he came.

We lay like that, him on top of me, recovering, until I started to get my senses back.

Adam rolled off of me some, just enough to yank a blanket over us and pull me against him, wrapping his arms around me.

"Sweet dreams, Grace. I'm glad you're staying with us tonight."

"My pleasure," I said with a sleepy, satisfied grin.

Chapter 12

Adam

"She knows she's welcome to stay as long as she needs to, right? You drove that point home last night?"

I couldn't help it, the teenage soul that still hides in all of us came out right then as I was talking to Scott.

I grinned and said, "That's not the only point that got driven home last night. Right, sorry. Yes, I told her."

Scott just rolled his eyes at me, and said, "Damn. Why didn't I think to take care of her and let you make sure all of the animals got back here all right after the rodeo?"

"Because you're the responsible one. You know the hands take care of all of that. You should have joined us."

"If I'd known she was going to attack you, I would have. I figured after the ordeal last night that sex was the last thing she'd want. And I wanted to make sure we didn't have a repeat of the last rodeo."

"It was Duke's first try running things that time. Shit happens. You can bet though that he won't ever leave a stallion behind again, not after you docked his pay like that. Anyway, back to Grace. I think she just needed to forget about everything, you know?"

"I would imagine so. I still can't believe her dad's reaction."

"He practically disowned me." Grace's voice was sad as she made her presence known in the kitchen, where Scott and I were sipping coffee before we headed out to deal with ranch duties.

"He was just angry, and shocked," Scott said. "He'll come to his senses."

I nodded at her, adding, "Did you sleep at all last night? You were so restless."

She looked like hell as she stood just inside our kitchen, my old t-shirt hanging down almost to her knees. Her face looked so lost and forlorn, I wanted to take her hand, lead her back to her bed, and love her until her father's opinion no longer mattered.

Hell, I felt my cock stirring just at the thought. Maybe Scott could join us, and the two of us could make her forget all of her troubles. We could keep her here forever, away from anyone who would judge. Away from anyone who could hurt her.

"I slept, some. Having you there helped. Thanks for letting me stay here last night. I'm not sure where I would have gone if you guys hadn't offered."

"It was my pleasure," I grinned at her. I couldn't help it, flashes of her underneath me last night kept flashing through my mind, even as I tried to be supportive.

She grinned back at me, shyly, and with a sexy shade of pink starting to grace her face. It seemed to wash away the tightness there, just for a second, as memories of last night obviously started running through her mind as well.

Her eyes shot to Scott, gauging his reaction.

"I'm glad Adam was there for you. I only wish I had been, too. Or instead. Either way."

"So, since I'd rather face you two right now than my dad, how does this work, exactly? The three of us? I mean, are we dating? What are we calling this? I'm way out of my depth here. I haven't dated much, and I've certainly never... well..."

"Dated twins?"

"Exactly. Don't you guys...I've always heard twins like to cultivate their own identities, you know? You guys don't get jealous? Have you always shared? I'm fascinated. And scared, to be honest."

"Rarely do we share, but it has happened. Usually one of us dates a girl the other isn't interested in. Or sometimes, if we are both interested, it's the girl who basically says hell no. But, on rare occasions, we do share."

"Dad warned me about you two. He said both of you were love 'em and leave 'em types. I don't think it ever crossed his mind that you'd both be interested. At the same time. Am I supposed to choose, eventually? Is this like a competition or something? Because it doesn't seem right, you know? To play you two against each other, I mean."

"You don't have to choose, Grace. Not unless you realize that you're a better fit with one of us than the other. We have no problem seeing you separately, like last night. But we also have no problem seeing you together, either."

"At the same time? In the same bed? How does that work? Do you two ever, you know..? How do I say this? Do the swords ever cross?"

"You mean do we sleep with each other, when there isn't a woman around? No. Oh god, no! We're brothers. That would be weird."

"But it's not weird with a woman between you? Don't get me wrong, I kind of like the idea of being between you. But you guys don't mind?"

"Did it look like we minded last night by the truck?"

She just grinned and turned a few more shades of red, but she finally said, "No."

"Speaking of last night, by the truck..." I started.

"The video." Grace stated, her voice suddenly emotionless.

"I guess I owe Red a new phone, don't I?" Scott added.

"Oh, please," Grace practically spit out the words. "That asshole probably shits dollar bills, the way his family shows off their money. Although, he does put his rodeo winnings toward college, so maybe they don't spread it around as far as their son goes? You think I'd know more about it, since we dated so long, but I never really thought about it, you know?"

She motioned toward the coffee pot and Scott and I both made apologetic noises about not already offering her any when she appeared in the kitchen.

She poured herself some, added some cream and sugar, and sipped, still talking.

"I mean, he always paid for our dates. And he drives that really expensive truck, even though his family is way more familiar with the laws of ranching than they are with actually running one."

"Umm hmm, he's all hat and no cattle," I said under my breath, using the phrase well known around these parts for someone who is all talk and no action.

Scott kicked me under the table with his boot and gave me a look when I mouthed, "What?"

But Grace turned back to us before he could say anymore, asking, "Speaking of running a ranch, what are you two doing in here? Shouldn't you be doing, I don't know, some kind of ranch hand, cowboy stuff? Shoeing horses, or milking cows or something?"

Her eyes suddenly got wide as the wheels of her mind started turning. She looked around the large kitchen and started speaking again before either one of us could.

"Why are we in the main house? It didn't hit me last night, I was too upset, and well..."

"Horny?" I jumped in with a grin. "Hey, don't be shy. It happens to the best of us."

"I was going to say distracted, thank you. I was too upset and
distracted
to notice which bedroom you offered me. Why are we not in one of the bunkhouses?"

"The men sleep in the bunkhouses. Women, whether they're guests or ranch hands, stay in the main house. Chivalry may be dead up north, but not down here," I teased.

"Actually, even though I hate to go against my brother's nice words there, we only have one bunk house. And no female ranch hands, either. At least no full time, live-in ones."

"So you guys normally sleep out there, in the bunk house? I'm assuming you're full time, live-in hands, right? Or when you offered me your place as an alternative last night, you would have taken me elsewhere? So ya'll live here? Did you clear it with the owner, about me staying last night? I don't want to surprise anyone coming out of any showers today."

"Grace. I think you misunderstand," Scott started.

"You really think we're ranch hands?" I asked, at the same time.

"Well, yeah. Aren't you? I met Scott out in the barn, elbow deep in a birthing mare. What else would I think?"

"I thought you were teasing when you said something about how unprofessional it was to be dry-humping a ranch hand. Grace, I thought you knew," Scott continued, surprised.

"Knew what? What am I missing here?"

"We don't work this ranch." Scott said.

"You don't?"

"Well, we
do
," I continued his thought. "We
do
work it. We work it harder than any of the hands we pay to work it, and then some. But no. Grace, we own it."

"I'm sorry, what?" Grace looked back and forth between us, her eyebrows knit in confusion.

"This is our ranch. As is every bit of land you can see from the back porch. We didn't need to clear your staying here with anyone. And we sure as hell don't sleep in the bunkhouse."

"You're pulling my leg, right?"

Scott and I just looked at each other, surprised. Then we looked back at Grace, and shook our heads.

"I thought this ranch was owned by some grumpy old coot named Mitchell?"

I couldn't help myself, I let out a loud, amused laugh as she very aptly described our late father.

"It seems we never properly introduced ourselves, with all the shower kissing and dancing and fighting," I said as I held out my hand toward her in introduction. "Grace, it has been an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Adam. Adam Mitchell."

"You have got to be shitting me!"

She turned to Scott, who just smiled and added, "Scott Mitchell. At your service, ma'am."

Chapter 13

Grace

"But, the Mitchell family, they're..." I couldn't wrap my head around any of it, not even with half a cup of coffee down me.

"They're what? Hard workers? Brilliant business men?" Scott asked, smiling as he filled in the blanks.

I could tell he was trying to ease my shock, but I still couldn't wrap my mind around any of it.

"Sexy as all hell?" Adam jumped in as well, trying to make me smile.

Although, that one was definitely true. The other descriptions probably were as well, but sex as all hell definitely fit Scott and Adam to a damned T.

"Fucking billionaires!" I finally spit it out.

"Well, sure. Technically. I mean we don't fuck on beds stuffed with hundred dollar bills, but..." Scott said.

"Oh, you heard that rumor too? I liked that one," Adam laughed, before continuing. "No, as Grace can attest, we did not roll around on hundreds last night. Although technically, I guess we could have."

"Don't rub it in, Adam. I would probably give my last oil well to roll around with Grace here, don't give her any ideas."

"Stop! Ok, just stop it!" I said, my voice louder than I'd intended. "Now you're just making fun of me."

"No! Grace, we'd never. Well, we would, but not meanly. We were making fun of ourselves, and the things we hear around town when no one thinks we can hear the whispers. We're not old and deaf, our dad was. We can actually hear what people say as we pass by. But we were not making fun of you."

"So you're slumming, then?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The tone in Scott's voice was harsh and cold when he said those words, but I didn't heed them.

"Slumming. You know, sleeping with the help?"

"You're not the help, first of all," Adam said.

"And second," Scott added. "That was rude as hell."

"It was rude? How do you figure?"

"Nothing,
nothing,
that we have done has had anything to do with money. Ours or yours. Just because you thought you were getting involved with a couple of ranch hands does not mean that we either misrepresented ourselves, or used our position to pressure you, or offer you anything in return."

"Scott, stop. She doesn't know about that. She doesn't mean it like that."

"I
am
the help, actually. I work for you. Or I was working for you. Through dad. Shit. I just realized that I'm probably out of a job now, too. On top of being disowned. Like what? I didn't mean it like what?"

"Scott's a little sore after what happened last year. Look, let's all take a step back here, ok?"

"What happened last year?" I asked.

"Jesus, no good deed ever goes unpunished, does it?" Scott spat the words toward Adam, presumably because he was the only one who knew what the hell he was talking about.

"And to think we were just going to offer her..."

Adam cut him off before he could finish with, "Don't say it. Not now. Besides, we hadn't decided. We were just throwing ideas around."

"Well, thankfully we didn't say anything at all. She already thinks were slumming. If we'd offered to..."

"That was different, damn it! Stop, Scott. You can't be an ass about things just because of one time."

"What the hell are you two talking about?" I almost yelled it, my patience for this conversation reaching its end.

"Nothing," Adam said, turning to me. "Family business, that's all. Scott just let something
entirely unrelated to this conversation
get under his skin. That's all."

Adam addressed that sentence more toward Scott than to me, and I was completely lost. How had this whole thing turned so wrong?

Because I accused the brothers of slumming it
, I remembered.

"Look, I'm sorry. You're right. I overreacted. I'm just in over my head here, that's all. I went against my normal, cautious nature and fell head first into you two. It was exciting, and different, and granted it was hot as hell. I knew you two were trouble, and yet I just couldn't resist.

And now dad knows. I've been disowned, which means I've lost all hope of him paying for vet school. I'm pretty sure I've also lost my summer job working with him. I was feeling sorry for myself, and trying to postpone dealing with reality by losing myself in amazing sex with a sexy cowboy who, along with his brother, basically made me lose all sense of myself.

Then I find out that you two aren't just a pair of sexy-ass ranch hands, but instead you guys own half the fucking county, and I had no idea.
No idea!
I just feel like an idiot, that's all.

An idiot who, the very first time she decides to relax and jump into something with both feet, lands smack in the middle of nowhere, alone."

"It was amazing sex, wasn't it?"

"Really, Adam. That's what you got out of everything I just said?"

"You're not alone, Grace. Nor are you in the middle of nowhere. And your dad didn't actually say you were disowned, technically."

Scott's words were quiet. He was obviously going through his own issues, but it was sweet of him to say, I guess.

"He might as well have. I think his tone when he said, 'Young lady, if you leave here with these two, you sure as hell won't be allowed back in my house' said it all."

"He was angry, Grace. And blindsided. And put on the spot with half the bar looking on. He'll calm down. Besides, it's your word, and ours, against Jake's. We will say whatever you need us to say."

"Jake said plenty once you destroyed his phone. Without the video he just started screaming about how he saw the three of us practically fucking out in the parking lot. If you hadn't grabbed the phone out of Jake's hand as he stepped forward to show dad the video he took, and smashed it to pieces under your boot, I'm quite sure that once he got a glimpse of what was on it, there would be no question of my being disowned. As it was, without the video proof, Jake's words were bad enough."

"We were too easy on him. We should have seen to it that he didn't have any teeth left to talk through by that point. Or killed him. If we killed him, he wouldn't have opened his damn mouth like that."

"Yeah, cause killing him would have solved everything, right? Right up until you two got arrested for murder."

I sighed, events from last night rolling through my head again and again on a loop.

Jake tried to show dad the video, got pissed as all hell when Scott grabbed it and destroyed it, and he started shouting a blow-by-blow of what he'd seen instead.

Dad's face got more red and closed off the more Jake yelled.

I tried yelling over Jake with compelling statements such as, 'We did not!' and 'That is not what happened!' as Jake started making shit up to make his story better.

He'd said something about me riding them both right out there in the open for everyone to see, which was a damned lie. I hadn't been riding anyone, although, honestly, I probably would have. But still.

Adam and Scott tried to get ahold of Jake again as the lies started pouring out, but other cowboys grabbed them and held them back.

Finally dad just yelled, "Shut up! Everyone just shut up!"

When it had gotten quiet dad turned to me, asking, "Grace, is all of this true?"

My brilliant, deer-in-the-headlights answer was, "No, not all of it."

And then a couple of the sheriff's deputies turned the corner. Everyone backed off some, since no one wanted to be arrested.

Jake started yelling again, though. This time at the cops, saying something about destruction of property and wanting Scott arrested for breaking his phone.

The officers turned to Scott, who said that it got stepped on in the fight.

Jake then said, "Yeah, like it was an accident that you ruined the only evidence I had showing Grace here getting double teamed by you and your brother..."

He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, as all three men, Scott, Adam and my dad turned to attack Jake at the same time.

The officers dragged Jake off instead, separating him from the crowd before he really did get himself killed, and that was when dad spoke to me again.

"Grace, what really happened?"

"Jake was drunk and angry after I walked away from him on the dance floor. He'd grabbed my arm, and he was saying some really nasty things to me about our break up. Then later on, he found us out by their truck."

I motioned toward Scott and Adam when I said 'their truck,' and dad's eyes shot to them, and then back to me.

"All three of you were there?" His tone was guarded and stony.

"Yes, but we were not doing half of what he says we were doing..."

He cut me off with, "He was videoing you? With them? Both of them?"

"Dad, we weren't having sex. He made it sound like..."

"I know what he made it sound like, Grace. Trust me. But you were doing...things? With both of them?"

"Dad, please stop."

"Get in the truck, Grace. You're coming home, now."

"Dad..."

"I said now, Grace. And you'd best do it, before I lose my temper and tell you out here, in front of everyone, what I think of you right now."

For some reason, instead of making me tuck my tail between my legs and obey, his words, delivered with that tone, put some steel in my spine instead.

"Dad, don't take this wrong, because I love you and I do care, very much, about your opinion of me as a person. But I'm an adult. What I do, or who, for that matter, in my personal life, as an adult, is none of your damn business. You can boss me around at work, but you can't order me to my room like I'm ten years old. I live on my own, I work and I pay for my own apartment, with roommates, and the only reason I'm under your roof here is because I'm home for the summer."

"You just might want to watch what you say to me right now, Grace."

"I came in my own truck, dad. I'm not getting into yours while we are both upset. I'll be home later. We can talk tomorrow, when everything calms down and we can talk about this without all the emotion."

"You'll be home later? Where exactly do you plan on going in the meantime, Grace?"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe I'll go get a little something to eat and do some calming down of my own."

"With them?" His eyes pointed to Adam and Scott again, before pinning me in his gaze and continuing. "Young lady, if you leave here with these two, you sure as hell won't be allowed back in my house, so you might want to decide where you stand. And remember who paid for that school you say you were living all grown up at. And maybe you should also keep in mind how exactly you're going to get through vet school, or who you plan on working for when you get out."

I shook my head, trying to forget everything that happened last night. Well, everything but the three of us out by the truck. That was flipping amazing, even if it did cause all hell to rain down on my ass. Also, the consoling I got from Adam back here afterwards was pretty damn hot as well.

Thankfully I really didn't regret any of it. Regretting it would have made facing the light of today a lot harder. If I really did lose my relationship with my dad, for now or forever, at least it wasn't compounded by regrets.

I sighed, realizing what I needed to do today.

I needed to put on my big girl panties, so to speak, and go deal with the mess I made of my relationship with my father, first and foremost. I knew he valued hard work above everything else, and I knew how he felt about people who let their personal lives interfere with their work, so I knew exactly how I needed to handle myself.

I needed to show up for work at the vet office as if nothing had happened between us, and present myself for work. He may have said some hurtful personal things, but he technically never did say that I was fired.

I'll go to work, and if he wants to talk about our personal relationship, than I would. But if he didn't bring it up, I sure as hell wasn't going to. Not for a while anyway.

"Well guys, it's been fun," I teased, trying to pull my normal personality around myself before I headed out. "But I guess I should be going."

"You don't have to go," Adam said, quietly.

"Where will you go?" Scott asked at the same time.

"Stay here, Grace," Adam spoke over his brother. "Take a few days at least. Let things with your dad cool off."

I told them my thoughts on dealing with my father, and asked for a ride back to the rodeo parking lot where I'd left my truck in favor of riding with Adam last night.

"Actually, we had someone bring your truck here."

"You did? How?"

"Well, we didn't have the keys, so we towed it back here with all of the rodeo stuff."

"Thanks. At least now I don't have to do the walk of shame from your truck to mine when you dropped me back off. Now I can just do it out the front door. I guess I'll go shower real quick, and run hope for fresh clothes. Thanks for the coffee. If I hurry I might even be on time."