Twin Pleasures (11 page)

“Use your teeth.”

She put it to her mouth and with the edge of her teeth ripped it open. She took the flimsy rubber sheath in her hand and started to hand it to him.

He shook his head and placed his hands on the back of the seat, stretching his lower body out. His cock bobbed with each movement. She glanced at the rubber, then at the blood-engorged, pulsating shaft that lay before her.

“I’ve never actually put one of these things on someone,” she said softly, trying hard not to blush in embarrassment at her inexperience.

“It’s easy, baby. Come here, and I’ll help.”

She went up on her knees and with his help straddled his legs. He moved the seat all the way back and reclined the back to give them room. She held it up to him and again he shook his head.

“No, I want to feel your hands on my cock. Put the condom over the top and roll it down. Leave a little gap up at top. Ahhh, that’s a girl. Now make sure it’s secure at the base. See, easy.” His husky voice betrayed his apparent attempt at calmness.

She smoothed her hands over the ribbed surface in amazement. She couldn’t wait to experience what it would feel like inside her. She bit her lip as she lifted up onto her knees and used one hand to guide his cock to her entrance. His hiss of released breath quickly brought her eyes up to meet his as she sank down to the root. Her moistened interior made the entrance smooth and fast. She gasped softly as the textured exterior brought her attention to the steel shaft. She caught her breath when he gave a little pump of his hips.

“Ride me, cowgirl,” he whispered, leaning back in the seat.

She placed her head against his shoulder and shuddered at the pleasure of what just being joined did to her. She didn’t know if she could actually move. Placing her hands on his chest, she lifted her hips slowly and cried out softly as she sank down, rippling with ecstasy. The sensation had her doing it again and again. Her cries filled the cabin as she chased the phenomenon. The pressure grew, expanding exponentially with each downward stroke. Her movements became erratic, and she could feel his hands digging into her hips, steadying her, trying to control her sporadic thrusting. He finally took the control away from her and, using his strength, kept her still as he pumped his cock up into her sopping pussy.

“Give me one of your breasts,” he demanded in a strained voice.

When she leaned toward him, the angle caused his plunging cock to hit at just the right spot. She lifted a breast shakily up to his mouth, almost afraid what the added pleasure would do to her already inundated system. She moaned loudly as the hungry mouth sucked strongly at the offering. She held on for dear life as the pressure ballooned out of her depths, surrounding her in a storm of ecstasy, continuing with each thrust of his cock. His shout reverberated in the small cabin, and she felt his pulsating cock twitch its release. She missed the flooding of his seed as it was captured in the confines of the condom.

She collapsed onto his chest and lay there as his hands roamed her back and settled on her butt. She didn’t have the strength to move yet. The feel of her breast on his cotton shirt made her tighten her arms. The overstimulated orbs demanded a reprieve that she really didn’t have the energy to give them. Her slight moan turned to a slight cry as he lifted her up. His cock popped out coated in her passion.

She blinked when he handed her a Kleenex. His wicked chuckle became muffled when he placed his mouth on hers and kissed her softly. He stroked his tongue deep into her recess, bringing his rich flavor to her taste buds.

These men had such power over her, such control, and that she didn’t understand.

With his help, she moved to the passenger seat and dressed as quickly as her shaking limbs would allow. He used another Kleenex to dispose of the condom before pulling his jeans up and fastening them. She curled up in the seat and watched as he drove them back onto the main road.

When they reached the farm, the sun was slowly setting, creating a fire in the clouds that was amazing. She stepped out of the SUV and just stood there absorbing the beauty. She felt Chase come behind her, placing his chin on top of her head and surrounding her with his embrace. They both watched the sunset, enjoying the moment of brilliance.

One of the cowboys coming to take the SUV interrupted them. Chase gave instructions on the bags before heading inside. He handed her the small bag and smiled mischievously at her. Grabbing it out of his hands and shaking her head, she headed up the steps.

She could hear voices in the library when she stepped through the doorway, and he detoured them in that direction. Chase must have felt her hesitate when he forestalled her objections by just pulling her along.

“How was the shopping?” Donavan asked, coming out of the office to give her a hug. She returned it a little tentatively, seeing the annoyed expression on the stranger's face. The annoyance, it seemed, was aimed more at the interruption than toward her. When Donavan released her, she went over to sit by Chase at his beckoning, still clutching the bag in her hand. The spot he chose was the same one where she had pleasured him the day before. The sinful look in his eyes clearly said he remembered. She gave him a
behave
look that he only smiled deeper at.

She settled next to him, unsure of his intent. Her shoulders relaxed when all he did was drape an arm across them and snuggle her closer. The stranger clearing his throat brought her back to the present.

“Jasper, I would like you to meet Liana McCarty. Liana, this is Jasper Williams. He is a friend and neighbor of ours. We were just discussing Majesty. Jasper also deals with the rodeo and may be interested in some stud services,” Donavan was saying as he poured some whiskey into three tumblers and paused. He turned to her with an empty glass and a raised eyebrow. She smiled and held up two fingers indicating a small amount.

He handed out the drinks before taking a seat in the only available plush chair. He watched her take the first sip and smiled when she wrinkled her nose a little. She saw him watching her and scrunched up her nose again to him. He chuckled into his cup.

“The best Kentucky sipping whiskey out there. Thanks, Don. This hits the spot,” Jasper said in appreciation. “Now, I know Majesty won’t hold a candle to Starlight, but I would like to get a little new blood into my stock.”

“Jasper, you’re under the wrong assumption. Majesty is actually ranked higher than Starlight. We didn’t let Starlight compete in too many tournaments after his win at Nationals a couple of years ago and so his earnings are lower than Majesty’s by close to fifty thousand,” Donavan clarified, to a stupefied Jasper.

“How come I have never heard the name before?” Jasper demanded.

“You would know him as Dream Catcher, Jasper. His full name is Majestic Dream Catcher. The previous owner called him Majesty for short. Liana was his rider,” Chase said in a boastful voice.

Jasper had just taken a sip of whiskey during this new revelation and choked as it went down wrong. He coughed and wheezed to clear his lungs from the fiery whiskey.

“You purchased Dream Catcher, last year’s Nationals winner? Fuck. I can’t believe it. Congratulations. I guess that means I’ll not be able to afford stud service after all,” Jasper said, chuckling.

Liana kept quiet through the whole discussion. Having just met the man, she didn’t understand her instant dislike for him. He was too suave, more like a gigolo than a working cowboy. The man exuded a charm that she found repellent. He didn’t have any use for women. She could tell by the way he all but dismissed her.

She was fine snuggled up against Chase with his hand stroking her arm slowly. She tried not to shiver at his caresses. By his half smile, she could tell he knew the effect he was having on her.

“We can definitely come up with some arrangements, Jasper. We know you had your mind set on Starlight, but as you can see, Majesty is going to probably outshine him,” Donavan remarked confidently.

The conversation went on for a bit as she listened with only a modicum of interest. When Jasper got up, ready to leave, she was startled. She rose from the sofa with Chase at her side and shook hands with him. She stayed as Donavan walked him to the door to say good-bye.

* * * *

As Jasper walked to his pickup, he contemplated the conversation. Every time he thought he had the upper hand on the twin dorks they turned the tables on him. The rage he felt all but consumed him as his frustration grew. The inability to exact revenge on the brothers festered deep in his mind. They took everything from him.

His ranting filled the truck cabin as he sped down the highway. His thoughts splintered as he remembered the exact moment the brothers ruined his life. She was everything to him, and they took her. She would have married him if not for them. His turmoil boiled over as he pounded the steering wheel in rage.

Thinking back on that day when he had arrived at her house and saw the twins' truck in her driveway, he at first was concerned that something had happened, but then when the door opened and one of the brothers came out snuggled up against Robin, his concern turned to rage. He kept going down the block, not letting the two lovers see him. He knew she was innocent because he had seen the twins seduce women left and right with no thoughts or concerns. Their sick passion to share a woman was sinful and grotesque.

He followed her stealthily after that, and only the knowledge that he would lose everything if he made a scene stopped him. The urge to kill was at times so hard to control he fought an internal battle each day. It was hardest just after talking to the brothers. He sometimes went a little overboard with his raging.

He didn’t mean to hurt those women. It was only that when he tried to form a lasting relationship with them they always cheated on him. He saw it in their eyes, the way they hesitated when he called. He just knew. They never realized who hurt them, though. No, that would be very bad. He couldn’t let that happen. He would lose everything.

Now the way the twin dorks hovered over that slut was interesting. His mind went over possible scenarios, each of them more gruesome than the first.

His smile, if anyone was looking in the car window, would have made even the strongest person shudder.

Chapter 7

After seeing Jasper out, Donavan returned to the office. He walked over to Liana and pulled her up for a kiss that had her shivering all over again. She sank into his embrace feeling as if she had just come home. He lifted her leg to settle her center against his rising erection, grinding softly in a circular motion. Her little whimpers made him tighten briefly before releasing her to stand in front of him.

“Are you hungry, Kitten?” Donavan asked as he steadied her.

“I am a little hungry.”

Gertie had a pot roast ready to serve and ushered them into the formal dining room that was set for three. This was the first time she had seen this room, and once again she was struck by the sheer brilliance of the furnishings. This plebian décor was not what she would have ever pictured her boys' taste to run. Every aspect of this house, from the “Scarlett, I don’t give a damn” staircase to this Grecian ensemble, kept her blinking in disbelief. Something must have given her impressions away when Chase started chuckling.

“Remember, Kitten, we didn’t choose the decorations for the house. We bought it all inclusive and haven’t bothered to change certain things.” The boys smiled at her in amusement.

She shook her head, focusing on the meal placed before her. The server was the same cowboy that had taken the car away, and she guessed he worked in and around the house. She was a little unnerved by how the boys nonchalantly dealt with wealth. Her whole life had been structured around surviving in a cutthroat industry. Her parents always made sure that she and her sister had food and plenty of little extras but never to the point of being spoiled. She was very afraid that she was going to become very spoiled here.

The meal was finished, and with after drinks in hand, they made their way to another room. When she walked inside, she gasped in surprise. The room was a film buff's dream come true. A huge screen covered an entire wall, and the seats facing it were deep little love seats that she could tell would be comfortable. The maroon colors depicted an old-world cinema era and blanketed the whole room. She saw chandeliers hanging from the ceiling on both sides of the screen and could see they were individual works of art. She just shook her head in disbelief.