The Cowboys and the English Teacher [Hot Off The Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

‘You say that now, but I know what guys are like when they get together.’

He opened his mouth to reply but changed his mind, running a frustrated hand through his hair before searching in his pockets for his keys. ‘Look, I’m gonna head back. If you or Wyler want a ride, now’s your chance.’ With that, he walked away, not caring one way or the other if either of them followed.

Wyler and Betsy joined Jack moments later in the truck. She still fumed under her breath and he couldn’t make out what she said. A quick look at Wyler’s face confirmed that he hadn’t calmed down yet either. The tension in the small cab was palpable.

‘So you would have left me there, in the middle of nowhere?’ Betsy’s strident demand split the silence. No need to ask if she’d calmed down or not.

‘It might be best if we don’t talk for now. Just let me take you back, okay?’ Jack knew shutting up would be the wisest thing, but he couldn’t. ‘Besides, you seemed happy enough with my brother.’

Betsy looked as if she’d swallowed back about a dozen bitchy retorts on the tip of her tongue before turning away from him with a dismissive huff. Jack ignored the disgusted look his brother leveled at him and slammed the truck into gear.

His mind roamed over the details of the incident. No question the voodoo kid had something to do with her weird behavior, but what exactly? Jack hadn’t been able to understand what he’d said to Betsy and whatever it was had unleashed something in her. What did it mean? Had she been acting out her fantasies or just under some kind of spell as she’d claimed?

Guilt at his earlier anger started to crowd in on him. Watching her seduce his brother had aroused him intensely. Jealousy had warred with a desire to see just how far she would go. Then, when the moment of craziness had passed and she’d dismissed their feeling so easily, he’d been hurt and disappointed. But that wasn’t entirely her fault. They should have been protecting her from that kid. They were both to blame but Wyler more so. He’d let her go too far. Jack’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Wyler wouldn’t escape his fury so easily.

Jack had dropped her off and screeched away in his truck, making it clear his relaxed demeanor on the journey home had been an act. Wyler had walked her to her door and had been about to say something when his brother’s actions distracted him.

‘Guess I’m walking the rest of the way,’ he said with a shrug.

‘I’m really sorry, Wyler. I don’t know what—’

The hand he placed over her mouth cut off her apology. ‘I’m not sorry, Betsy.’ He let the words hang between them. He seemed to wrestle with a decision then sighed in resignation and turned to walk away.

‘Apologize to Jack for me, please?’ she called to his retreating back.

Alone in her room and still awake an hour later, her brain scrambled for answers. She couldn’t stand to have them look at her with such bitter disappointment again. Everything she’d believed about their reasons for being so interested in her had been torn to shreds by their reaction to her loss of control.

Whatever the spooky man or child had done to make her act in such a provocative way didn’t bother her anywhere near as much as what she’d done to the boys. Her toes curled at the memory of her body grinding against Wyler’s, but it was nothing compared to the pang of regret she experienced when she remembered the look of sheer desolation on Jack’s face after he told her how he felt.

Could they truly be interested in her, a dumpy schoolteacher from England rapidly approaching middle age? She found it hard to believe. Maybe that said more about her than it did about them.

Betsy jumped out of her skin as she heard muffled voices outside her door. The unease created by the weird man or child earlier in the evening hadn’t quite left her, and hearing noises in the night just made her all the more nervous.

A gentle knock on the door ripped a scream from her throat in a moment of blind panic. Just as her brain told her not to be so stupid, she had to scream again when the door got kicked in.

‘Betsy!’ Afraid and unable to see in the semi-darkness, she didn’t recognize Jack’s voice at first. He flicked the light on straight away and almost ran into the center of the room, looking around for the cause of her fear. ‘Are you okay?’

She couldn’t speak. Even though she was safe, her heart beat deafeningly for a moment longer. Wyler appeared behind him seconds later, as wild eyed and ready for action as his twin.

‘There’s nobody outside,’ he said to Jack.

‘It’s all clear in here, too. Why did you scream, Betsy?’ Jack’s brows knitted together as he studied her closely.

‘Because of you, you big idiot!’ She’d found her voice and didn’t wait a moment longer to ask the pair of them what the hell they thought they were doing scaring her half to death in the middle of the night.

‘We just came to apologize, but then we got into an argument outside about which of us should talk to you. I guess we woke you up?’ Wyler asked, and had the good grace to at least look guilty.

‘I wasn’t asleep. That damn Brujeria thing has been playing on my mind since we left the party. The last thing I need is you two lumbering around in the dark.’ As she spoke, the hilarity of the situation hit her and she began to laugh. The guys gave her a strange look and smiled indulgently as she continued to giggle.

Betsy didn’t realize she’d become hysterical until a sob tore from her throat and the laughter turned to tears. Wyler took a cautious step forward, extending a hand as if to console her. Jack stayed put, as if unsure what to do.

‘Man, I can’t take these mood swings,’ she heard him mutter. Wyler turned and glared at him and Jack flushed, as if he just realized what he’d said. He rushed to explain. ‘I’m not complaining, honey. It’s just I’m not that good with this kind of thing. And you have to admit, we’ve run the gamut of emotions tonight, from sexy siren right through to nervous wreck.’

She knew he was only trying to make her smile, but the reminder of her earlier behavior just made her cry harder. Wyler told him to shut up and forced her to allow him to sit on the edge of the bed and gather her into his arms.

Her nose buried into the warmth of his neck, and she sniffed deeply, drawing his scent in. She felt Wyler shift slightly in reaction, but she didn’t pull away, all the while afraid of what he would think. Her tears dried up quickly as every part of her became aware of the man holding onto her. He felt so real, in sharp contrast to the dreams she’d had about him and about them.

Betsy knew Jack had joined them by the bed when she felt his hand on her hair. Turning her face up to him, she smiled to reassure him she was okay. His dark green eyes found hers, but he didn’t hold her gaze, letting them roam over her lips then her neck and then down to her cleavage. His hand smoothed down the side of her head until he cupped her jaw in his fingers. His mouth opened on a quiet sigh moments before he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip.

Wyler moved then, dragging her attention back to him as he pushed her hair off her neck and leaned in slowly. Panic flared in her gut for just a moment as she realized what they were about to do, but she bit her lip to stop the automatic protest slipping out. Betsy wouldn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t want him to. His mouth brushed gently against the curve of her shoulder and she held her breath so she could feel the touch of his lips on her skin.

Jack’s voice broke her concentration. ‘Are we really gonna do this, Betsy?’ She looked up into his eyes and could tell he was afraid of her answer. ‘I hope I don’t regret this, but I need to be sure this is what you want.’

Wyler lifted his head to wait for her reaction. She fought the shyness that made her want to send them both away and thought about what had already passed between them all. Her biggest fear had been that they would think her easy or cheap if she’d agreed to sleep with them. But where had her principles got her? Her very carefully maintained charade had been destroyed by a few glasses of rum punch and a possessed child. And now they had offered her something she truly wanted. She only had to nod.

So she did.

Wyler groaned and lifted her off the bed and into his lap, cradling her body. He moved to kiss her, but Jack got there first, standing over them both and tilting her head back to slant his mouth over hers. Wyler went back to her neck, grazing his teeth across her skin as his hand sneaked up her ribcage.

Jack’s tongue slid between her lips as Wyler cupped her breast through her cotton nightshirt and ran a thumb over her nipple. Her fingers twisted together as the attention of the two men made her self-conscious. Jack chuckled against her mouth and reached down for her hands, putting them on his waist in silent instruction.

Grateful to be part of what was happening, she popped the buttons on his fly and slid her hand inside his jeans to find he wore no underwear. Betsy eased the denim over his hips, smoothing her palms over his ass as she pushed the fabric down. His gasp filled her mouth as he forced her lips further apart by biting gently on her bottom one.

Wyler lifted his head from her neck. She couldn’t see where he went as his twin continued to kiss her, but it became clear when she felt the first touch of his hand against the skin of her thigh. She jumped as his fingers slid higher and then brushed the moist curls at her groin, the gentle pressure of his hand forcing her thighs further apart. His finger slid over her clit once, as if spreading her wetness over it and she groaned loudly into Jack’s mouth. Wyler’s hand continued to play over her hot flesh as his brother’s lips stayed locked onto hers.

Jack pulled away, clasping her hands and helping her to her feet. Wyler stood too, taking the opportunity to rid himself of his clothing and then turning her toward him as Jack kicked his jeans off his bare feet and tore off his t-shirt. He stepped around them and threw himself across her bed, an expectant smile on his face. Wyler leaned forward to grab her nightshirt at the hem and rip it clean up over her head.

Betsy felt a moment’s embarrassment but forgot it as soon as Wyler pushed her forward over Jack’s body. She held her breath as she felt him kneel on the edge of the mattress and spread her legs wide to slide his hand under her.

She jerked forward in reaction to Wyler’s touch. Jack caught her, grabbing her hair as he forced her mouth down to his. Betsy quivered as Wyler slid first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Her groan was swallowed by Jack’s mouth as Wyler parted her thighs, spreading her wider as he slid in and out of her again and again.

Jack panted raggedly beneath her and she felt the hard ridge of his cock grinding against her abdomen while she rode Wyler’s hand. Shifting her body further down the bed and onto Wyler’s fingers, she knelt between Jack’s legs and filled her mouth with his cock. Betsy felt him throb as her lips closed over him and his arousal coated her tongue.

Wyler moved too, getting off the bed and spreading her legs wider. His fingers filled her again before the flat of his hand pressed over her clit. She groaned loudly in response, her mouth still around Jack’s cock. Wyler’s touch got bolder and he teased her anus with the tip of a thick finger as his other hand began rubbing her fast and hard.

The sudden and violent orgasm ripped through her, making her quiver and moan between them. Betsy only became aware of Jack’s hands on her breasts when the intense sensations Wyler had caused began to wane.

When her brain and her vision cleared, she focused again on her goal of making Jack come. His cock throbbed in her hand as she tugged on it and he writhed beneath her. Betsy heard Wyler rip open a foil packet and then felt the first push of his dick teasing its way inside. His cock felt long and hard as he began to fill her. His fingers bit into her skin, and he impaled himself deeply inside her, thrusting over and over again until with one last push, he gave a long, low groan in the back of his throat as his orgasm hit. Betsy gasped as he pounded into her, trying her best to keep her hands on Jack, until Wyler shuddered to a halt and fell away, landing heavily on the bed beside her.

Jack flipped her over to pin her to the mattress as soon as his brother moved away and Betsy’s head spun a little at his impatience. His mouth locked over hers, nibbling and sucking at her lips as one of his hands made its way between her thighs. She jumped at his touch, taking a moment to adjust to the firm pressure against her clit.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked urgently when he moved away.

‘You’ll see.’ He parted her legs and then just stared down at her body, as if savoring the sight of her.

‘Jack…please,’ she groaned. Betsy needed him to touch her. She felt her body pulse and she held her breath, determined not to beg but praying he wouldn’t wait much longer. Finally, he dipped his head and sucked her clit between his lips. Her body cleared the bed as the first, intense spasm rocketed through her body. Jack grappled her ass into his palms and locked his mouth over her. His touch was firm and incessant and in no time at all, her hands knotted into his hair and she forced him to stay still as she ground her orgasm out against his face.

Jack pulled away as soon as she had finished, but only to put on a condom. He moved over her instantly, holding her legs wide apart with a strong hand at the back of each knee. Unlike Wyler, Jack didn’t poke tentatively at her entrance. He simply held her body still as his gaze locked with hers and he forced his thick cock inside her. He watched her closely, taking in her every reaction, and she saw the glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes when she gasped as he filled her to the hilt.