The Cowboys and the English Teacher [Hot Off The Ranch] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

‘Taking you back to the school where you belong.’

‘I can’t go back. I’ve changed my ticket and I’m flying out in a few hours.’

‘Well then, you are just gonna have to unchange it. We checked with the desk. For a small fee, they can reschedule you,’ Wyler said, as if he were explaining the procedure to a five year old.

Jack admired his brother’s confidence, but he had a feeling it wasn’t gonna wash with Betsy. She shook her head. ‘I don’t want to change my ticket. I’m going home.’

‘Running away, you mean.’ The smile slipped from Jack’s face.

‘Fine, call it what you want. I’m still doing it.’

‘Can you get onto the plane without your passport?’ Wyler mused, as if talking to himself. He picked up her bag and began walking toward the exit.

‘Jack, stop him,’ she shouted.

He laughed.

When in the hell had Wyler gotten so strong willed? Not that Jack minded.

Betsy leapt to her feet, trying to catch up to Wyler as he covered the ground in long strides. Her little legs were forced into a run and she managed finally to get a hand on his elbow. He stopped suddenly, surprising Betsy. She stared at him mutely as if she needed to organize her thoughts.

‘Why are you leaving us?’ The sadness in his voice doubled Jack’s own pain. The arrogance had been replaced by a need for answers.

‘I told you we can’t force her to stay.’ Jack placed a comforting hand on Wyler’s shoulder. His eyes clashed with hers, and he fought to keep the bitterness out of his voice. ‘She obviously doesn’t want to be around us any longer.’

‘What did we do wrong?’ Wyler asked, ignoring him. ‘Last night was one of the best nights of my life. Okay, so things were weird at the beginning but I, or rather both of us, thought that you were finally ready to let us get close to you, that you felt the same way that we did.’

The sincerity of his words seemed to touch her, but Jack saw her chase the emotion away. ‘Spare me the sob story, Wyler. I saw you guys working on a new conquest this morning, remember?’

The words sounded callous, and her expression told him she didn’t mean to be that way. She couldn’t take them back.

Jack put a hand on Wyler’s chest, pushing him back out of the way as he squared up to Betsy. ‘What you saw was Wyler and me trying to talk Jade into letting us use her place for a few days.’

‘
That
was Jade?’

Why hadn’t she recognized her? Jade’s job as a clerical assistant for the charity kept her trapped in the office and out of sight most of the time but everybody knew her. Hope flared in Jack’s chest. Maybe Betsy had been jealous? She had to care to react that way. He saw the questions filtering through her mind and waited to see which one she would ask.

‘Why did you want her place?’

‘Her family has a place up in the Colinas. We thought a weekend in the mountains would give us a chance to get to know each other a bit better.’ Jack cast his gaze downward to hide how strongly he felt. Making her feel more guilty did none of them any good. ‘Wyler thought you would like it.’

‘I wasn’t the only one,’ Wyler protested, speaking for the first time in ages. The wounded look hadn’t left his eyes though.

‘Why didn’t you come after me when I ran off?’

Jack grimaced. ‘That was my fault. I convinced Wyler not to follow you. We wanted everything to be right by the time we saw you. We had no idea you were so upset.’

‘We figured you were just being a little shy after…you know,’ Wyler added, his voice dropping away.

Betsy didn’t respond. The silence between them stretched on until she cleared her throat, her gaze focused on the floor. Jack forced Wyler to relinquish his grip on her suitcase and handed it back to her. She took it without looking up.

He wrapped an arm around Wyler’s shoulder and steered him away. She’d made her decision, and they could do nothing about it. Not without forcing her to come with them.

‘Take care of yourself, Betsy.’ Her gaze found his, and he paused for just a moment, giving her a chance to stop them from leaving. But she didn’t.

Wyler didn’t look at her again or resist his brother as he led him away. They walked slowly toward the doors, and Jack held his breath, hoping that any second he would hear her call them back, but she didn’t.

They’d almost reached the truck when Jack took one last look over his shoulder and saw her running toward the exit. She scanned the parking area through the huge glass windows. Jack nudged Wyler and lifted a hand to get her attention.

‘Hey,’ she shouted as she burst through the doors and out into the bright sunlight. They ran to her without hesitation, whooping and laughing as they approached. Wyler made it back first and scooped her up into his arms, planting a hard kiss on her cheek.

‘Put me down.’ She laughed a little as he hugged her. Jack had a tighter grip on his emotions than Wyler, but he couldn’t help staring at her with what he felt sure would be a dopey look on his face.

‘What made you change your mind?’ Wyler asked her, voicing the question Jack was afraid to.

‘I don’t know to be honest.’ She shook her head and grinned. ‘I just saw you walking away, and I couldn’t resist the urge to follow you. So I did.’

Her brilliant smile told Jack all he needed to know. His arms went around her, and he had to make do with just hugging her, unable to do what he wanted in the middle of a parking lot.

They sorted out her ticket easily and headed back to the truck. Jack handed her a crumpled piece of paper that she instantly recognized as the note she had left in her room. Betsy laughed. ‘You were so sure I would change my mind?’

He grinned. ‘We didn’t really think about it. We just knew we had to try to stop you leaving. Besides, Wyler had a plan.’

She turned to his brother and waited for an explanation. His face went a little red under his tan, but he held her gaze. ‘Don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t much more than I actually did, except there could have been a little bit of throwing you over my shoulder and dragging you back to my cave involved.’

‘I wouldn’t have minded.’ She hid her eyes. Jack sensed she was experimenting with being honest about her feelings.

He put his foot down on the gas as his brother laughed in surprise at her reply. Wyler picked her up from the seat and placed her in his lap. His hands cupped her face as he pulled her in for a kiss. Jack got hard when she groaned and wriggled against his brother’s thighs.

‘Hey, that’s not fair,’ Jack grumbled, his concentration flitting back and forth between them and the road.

Betsy scrambled from Wyler’s lap and gave Jack a quick hard kiss, apologizing with a giggle as she settled back onto the seat between them.

‘Where are we going?’ she asked when the truck turned off of the road that led to the school.

‘To Jade’s place,’ Wyler explained to her. ‘We arranged it before we knew you were gonna disappear on us. Why? Don’t you want to go?’

Betsy nodded enthusiastically, making them both smile. ‘Lead the way, boys.’

Betsy giggled when Jack scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom the minute they stepped through the door of the tiny but pretty house.

‘I thought we were going to have a look around,’ Betsy protested through her laughter. Jack shook his head, smiling with her but unwilling to be distracted, it seemed. Wyler walked away without warning, as if knowing that the others would follow.

‘We need to do this,’ Jack said, his voice urgent. ‘If we’ve allowed you to think that what happened last night was just some casual thing for us, then we need to put that right.’

Betsy felt a flush crawl across her cheeks. In her arrogance, she’d ignored their feelings, believing she knew what their motivation had been. But she couldn’t ignore their enthusiasm right at the moment.

Wyler had discarded most of his clothing by the time Jack placed her on the bed. He pulled her to her feet instantly to begin taking her blouse off as Jack quickly disrobed and then started on her skirt.

Wyler stood behind her to unclasp her bra, kissing her skin. Jack dropped to his knees and slid his gaze and his hands over her, running his fingertips up under the cups of her bra to caress her nipples.

Wyler brushed Jack’s hands out of the way as he filled his hands with her breasts. She let her head fall back on Wyler’s shoulder as she watched Jack parting the curls at her groin. He gasped as he saw how wet they had made her, staring for a moment before running a finger over her swollen clit. She fell against Wyler as Jack lowered his head, flicking his tongue over her.

Jack helped Wyler lift her onto the bed, parting her legs and allowing them both to see how very hot for them she was. Wyler groaned as he took over the task of teasing her clitoris, adding a finger to her pleasure as it slipped easily inside. Jack lay down beside Betsy, caressing her breasts as they kissed.

Her pussy tightened as Wyler and Jack worked on her in very different but no less effective ways. She reached down to touch Jack’s erection, wrapping her small hand around it. Her thumb caressed the top of his prick, finding it wet with his arousal.

‘Yes,’ Jack said at her touch, thrusting gently into her palm. Wyler groaned against her skin as her pussy quivered around his fingers.

‘Let it go,’ he said, increasing the pressure of his mouth.

Jack’s tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking Wyler’s action on her clit without knowing it. Betsy started to come, both ends of her body tingling from the attention. Jack pulled away to watch as her head fell back and she moaned and shook beneath him.

‘You are beautiful,’ he whispered into her ear, flicking his tongue inside it. Another wave of pleasure speared through her, his words having almost as much effect on her as his hands.

Wyler crawled up the bed to lie beside her as Jack moved away. She turned over at Wyler’s bidding, and he guided the rest of her movements with a strong hand. On her knees then, she quivered again as she felt the tip of Jack’s cock begin to push inside her vagina just as Wyler kneeled in front of her, inviting her to suck his penis into her mouth.

Jack’s first, deep thrust almost lifted her from the bed as he rammed his cock home. Betsy groaned as waves of sensation rippled through her, forcing the noise from her throat. Wyler lifted her chin, staring at her intensely through heavy lidded eyes and biting down on his lip as she took him in. Cupping a fist around his dick, she let the pounding of her body set the speed and depth of her sucking. Her lips closed around Wyler, sliding almost to the tip of his cock when Jack pulled her back to accept his next thrust.

Wyler ran a caressing hand down her face to hold her steady as he pushed into her mouth. ‘I’m gonna come.’ He gasped.

‘So is she,’ Jack warned him. ‘I can feel her pulsing around me.’ His broken, rasping voice barely reached Betsy’s ears. His cock stopped moving inside her as his hand found her clitoris, rubbing it gently, as if trying to keep her on the edge until he wanted her to come.

Wyler bunched her hair in his hands and increased the speed of his thrusts into her mouth. He moaned, and his abdomen began to tremble moments before she felt a spurt of hot semen splash onto her tongue. Wyler pulled out of her mouth and fell back against the wall, his whole body trembling as he grasped his pulsing cock in his hand. His features contorted as he pumped himself harder and faster than her mouth ever could, the last of his cum splashing onto his quivering thighs as his shouts split the air.

Jack’s reaction to Wyler’s orgasm was a hard, sudden thrust into her pussy as his hand rubbed her clit faster. Betsy came instantly, her eyes filled with the sight of a spent and gorgeous Wyler smiling at her while her other senses were being overwhelmed by his twin.

Jack’s fingers and thrusts became more and more erratic until he followed her orgasm with his own. She heard him growl, and his cock slammed into her again and again, his rasping breath blowing against the skin of her back until his movements slowed. He fell away to the side while she collapsed on her front, her head landing on Wyler’s leg. His hand went to her hair, smoothing it away from her sweaty face. Betsy heard Jack gasp softly and realized why at the sound of a condom hitting the trashcan beside the bed.

She could do no more than lie where she’d fallen for the first few minutes, panting and sweating. Eventually, the urge to move became unbearable, and she lifted her head. Wyler scooted away then, giving her the space to lie next to Jack and then slotting himself beside her and continuing to stroke her hair. Jack gave her the softest kiss on the lips and dropped his head into the space near her shoulder while his hand traced lazy circles on her back.

Betsy awoke first the next morning and lay quietly for a few minutes, waiting to see if she would suffer the same gnawing shame as she had the previous night. She’d done practically the same thing as she had the night before, but this time, she’d chosen to do it with a clear head. And that made all the difference. She felt good.

She struggled to get up. Wyler had his thigh thrown over hers while Jack had an arm across her chest. Both of them lay on their fronts, one with his face buried into her neck while the other had his head on her chest.

They groaned in unison as she tried to move them once more, making her giggle silently. She settled down with a sigh, happy to simply lie in the warmth of their embrace.