The guys had been sweet as hell all week as I settled into my new job and living accommodations, and it was starting to get on my nerves.
They were being too sweet.
No one had so much as kissed me since they’d offered me the job.
I was grateful at first. I knew they were trying to give me some space to deal with my dad, the changes in housing and jobs, and to decide if I wanted to continue down the path that had taken my father from me, but honestly, what I really needed right now was some hot, mindless monkey sex. Minus the monkey, but you get my drift.
I needed to be held and kissed. I ached to be touched, soothed, and told everything was going to be ok, right before being flipped over and fucked out of my ever-loving mind.
Sigh, but what I got instead was a bratty tween with entitlement issues and horseback riding lessons.
Her mom paid extra for private lessons, but I was tempted to refund her money just so I could tell her where she could stick her bridle.
Against all odds, I held it together and got through it. Afterward, I took my aggravations out on cleaning the stalls, and then on polishing the silver on the equipment, keeping my sour company to the barn where the horses and the leather were the only things that had to put up with me.
I was muttering a blue streak to myself as I tossed a halter toward its hook on the wall of the empty stall, only to have it miss and fall to the hay covered floor on purpose, just to irritate me, when I heard Scott’s laughing voice behind me.
I spun to face him, embarrassed that my grumblings were witnessed by an animal of the two legged variety, and all the bluster left me in one fell swoop as I got a good look at him.
Fuck all, the man was sexy as hell.
He stood just inside the doorway, wearing chaps over his Wranglers, grinning at me under the brim of the Stetson he wore pulled down low, with pretty much nothing else on.
I mean, he was wearing his boots and spurs, and a pair of work gloves, with a mess of silver and leather tossed casually over one shoulder, but what was missing was his shirt.
He looked a lot like he did on the day I first saw him, minus the birthing horse attached to his arm.
He was deeply sun-kissed, and slightly sweaty, making every plane and curve of his shoulders, chest and bare stomach glisten some from the ray of sunshine that fought its way into the otherwise dark stall.
I swear, it was like someone was listening to my hormones, and delivered a god of a cowboy straight to my loins on a booted and spurred platter.
Oh yes, I thought, just the man I needed to see.
“I’ve got something you could polish,” he said, grinning and winking at me as he hung the mass hanging over his shoulder on the hook beside the one that was giving me trouble, suddenly standing way too close for my comfort.
“Don’t tease me like that unless you plan on following through, Cowboy.”
The words were out of my mouth before my brain could filter them, and I was pleasantly surprised to see dueling reactions fight for room on his face.
Naughty need was first, showing up in the tightening of his jaw and the sudden flare to his nostrils. Then he seemed to fight that back, still grinning at me, but far less certain, and way more cautious.
“I just meant that… I’ve been there, you know? When you work your frustrations out in the barn. I didn’t mean to, I mean…Unless you did. In which case I would love to… Look Grace, we’re trying like hell to leave you alone, to not push you. But I swear if you say something like that again, something laced with need and innuendo, well, I may just stop trying to be a gentleman here.”
“What would you be instead? If I said that a gentleman was the last thing I needed right now? What would you do, exactly, if I skipped innuendo entirely and said something along the lines of ‘I want to run my tongue over every inch of you, and see if the sun-kissed bits taste like the parts of you that are hiding under those chaps?'”
“What would I do? I’d shut this stall door and do everything I wanted to do to you the last time we were here. It would involve wrapping you around me, and sliding my cock into the deepest, darkest parts of you. It would involve fucking you until you screamed my name as you came. It would involve filling every inch of you and riding you until neither one of us could stand, let alone walk straight. Is that what you wanted to hear, Grace? Because if I’m overstepping here…”
“Shh, stop talking about overstepping. You had me at shutting this stall door, everything after that was just a bonus.”
Without another word, Scott turned around, walked over to the gaping stall door, and swung it shut, leaving the two of us alone in the clean, empty stall.
The scent of new hay filled my nose as he turned back toward me, unbuckling everything that hid his cock from me before doing exactly what I ached for him to do. Taking control.
As he unbuckled, unzipped and yanked his chaps and jeans down, he repeated what he’d said before, “I’ve got something you could polish. How ’bout you get on your knees, Grace, and let me watch you suck my cock? I’ve imagined your lips wrapped around me, sucking me, since the second I first saw you.”
As he finished speaking and yanking, his cock sprang free.
He was at least as big as his brother, if not a bit wider, and I immediately did what he asked, knowing somehow that this was just the beginning of what I so desperately needed.
I didn’t go to him, but I did drop to my knees. And I watched as he approached me, his cock reaching for the sky and bobbing with every step he took.
I was almost salivating by the time he reached me. I needed to taste him, hell, I ached to taste him.
I slid the tip of him over my tongue and licked him like a warm, throbbing Popsicle.
The moan above my head drove me on, feeding the fire.
I wrapped my hand around the girth of him, and aimed him where I wanted him. I kept teasing him, at first, before drawing him deeper and taking what I needed from him as I gave to him as well. I bobbed my head, taking him deep and then pulling him out.
I looked up at him as he stood above me, and I wrapped my lips around his cock and went to town.
He didn’t grab my head or fuck my mouth. No, he let me take what I needed, which for some reason was to serve him. Until it wasn’t.
Somehow something switched, and I knew that what I needed was for him to take total control. I loved being under him, like this, just like I loved being under his brother, when Adam made love to me. I knew that some days what I would need would be to be on top. To ride one brother or the other, or maybe one then the other, but what I needed tonight, what I needed now, was for Scott to take over the rest of the way.
I needed the wildness of last time.
I needed him to not love me, but to fuck me. Hard.
I didn’t even want to be spread out under him as he licked me and brought me to orgasm. No, what I needed was to be ordered around, to be bent over and fucked until I didn’t even know my own name.
And I think Scott realized that.
“Take off your shirt, Grace. I want to see your tits as you suck me. Oh, fuck yeah. Damn, you have luscious, fuckable tits. Now stand up.”
I stood before him, now as topless as he was.
He looked me up and down, slid his hands into my hair, and yanked.
My breath caught in my throat, his aggressive move catching me by surprise, but thrilling me to my toes. My mouth was open, panting, as my eyes begged him to continue.
His mouth suddenly covered mine. His tongue drove deep, taking from me, forcing me to respond. I kissed him back, and then I ramped it up by biting his tongue.
He yanked harder on my hair, and walked us back the step or two until my back hit the wall behind me.
He kept kissing me, hard, biting my lip in punishment for my biting him. He found my wrists and pulled them over my head, pressing me harder into the wall with his mostly naked body.
His swollen cock nudged my bare stomach until he stepped back suddenly and somehow spun me.
My feet caught up, but the move rolled my body over in front of the stall’s thick, opaque, plastic window. It was plastic so it wouldn’t break, and opaque to let light in but not to be seen through. Except maybe the very obvious shape of a topless female form, with both naked breasts pressed hard against the cool plastic.
I tried to mentally pull up what laid on the opposite side of the window, wondering if our naughtiness was being broadcast to the empty field, or toward the bunkhouse where the hands slept.
I suddenly realized that I didn’t really care.
Having Scott’s naked body against my back, pressing my naked front into the window, for anyone to see an outline of what we were doing in here, was fucking hot as hell.
His hands wandered to the buckle of my jeans, yanking the zipper apart with one fluid motion. Then he burrowed his fingers under my panties and between my pussy lips as I was pinned to the window.
I moaned against the window as I rocked my hips back toward him, begging for more as I rubbed my jean covered ass against his free cock in need.
Both of his hands found my waistband and yanked until my jeans were pulled low, sitting just above my knees and locking my legs together, while baring my ass to his cock, and my pussy to his now seeking fingers.
His fingers found me again, sliding between my lips and grazing my clit before filling me the way I suddenly needed his cock to.
He must have known, because he pulled my hips to him from behind, and with one quick, sudden motion, he slid himself home, filling me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled out, just to fill me again.
One hand wandered, finding my clit with his fingers and teasing it, rubbing back and forth, and then in small, glorious circles, as he drove himself deeply inside me, again and again, until what he claimed started to happen.
I did start to come, my need over the past week helping to drive me over that edge. And I did start to chant his name, among other things, as my orgasm broke me against that window.
Scott must have been as needy as I was, because it didn’t take him long, either. He gripped my hips and rode me as my breasts pressed against the window.
“Oh god, yes! Scott, you feel so fucking good. Come for me, baby.”
“Yes, yes, oh Grace, yes!”
I felt his grip tighten, and his thrusts got shallower and faster as he neared his climax as well, until he finally let himself go with an animal yell, filling me full.
“Next time, Grace, I promise we’ll do it on a bed.”
I laughed as he told me what he probably thought I needed to hear, but I was perfectly happy with how things happened. It was exactly what I’d needed, a quick, hot, needy romp.
“A girl doesn’t always need sweetness and pillows, Scott. Sometimes we just need a quick fuck, too. And I really did, you know? Need that, I mean. Thank you. You two had me paranoid all week when no one would touch me. I thought you guys weren’t interested anymore, once I was under the same roof, drinking coffee with you two every morning.”
“Are you kidding? We love seeing you roll out of bed and join us over coffee. Adam and I were trying to give you some space, that’s all. It’s been hard as hell on us to do so, actually. Having you near us day in and day out leaves us with a constant hard on. If you’re ready for us, either of us, we’re more than ready for you. Trust me.”
I nodded, my head ducked down as we both fixed our own clothes in preparation for heading in to eat dinner.
I was kind of embarrassed about my earlier need, now that the edge had been taken off out here.
Scott continued as he tucked himself back into his jeans, “Honestly, if I wasn’t so damn hungry, I’d push for round two. I’d love to bury myself in you again, Grace. That was fucking amazing. But I’d love to take my time with you as well. We’ve both been chomping at the bit all week. It’s been killing us both to stay away from you.”
The thought of being between both brothers again, soon, like maybe later tonight, made my skin flush and somehow I also felt my thighs tighten with need just at the thought.
I was scared, yes, but above that I was curious. And even thought Scott had taken the edge off with me out here, I was fairly certain that there was a lot of need still churning, quietly, just under the surface, where both brothers were concerned.
I’d never slept with more than one person at a time before, since I was as honest and loyal as they came, but now, after Adam a week or so ago, and Scott just now, I had to admit that I was curious as hell about what it would be like to be with them both, at the same time.
I knew if it felt anything like it did the other night by the truck that I was in for one hell of a good time.
I suddenly felt Scott’s gaze on me, and I knew that if I was ready, they were too. I only needed to say the words.
Before I could lose my nerve, I dove in.
“Maybe tonight? After dinner? Once everyone has gone to bed?”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded yes.
“I needed you real bad just now. I’m glad you came out here. I knew we needed to be quick, since so many hands are around, but I’d like a chance for us to take our time, in private. Maybe behind a locked door instead of beside a truck in a parking lot? So we could explore this, you know?”
“Oh yes, I do know. I know exactly what you mean. And I’d be honored to take my time with you, Grace. We both would. To tonight then?”
I couldn’t help it that my response was more of a heated sigh than an answer, but a heated sigh was suddenly all I was capable of, as my brain was already starting to imagine what tonight would be like, feel like, to be between both brothers again.
And I suddenly could not wait.
With a smile and a wink, Scott headed off to the main house to do whatever he had been headed to do when he’d ducked in here and got delayed by me.
I started whistling as I finished what I’d been doing as well, in a much better mood this time around, as I looked forward to dinner. And after dinner.
When I heard booted footsteps headed my way, I figured it was Scott coming back for something, so I spun around and headed to stick my head out of the stall door.
“Forget what you actually came for, did you? I’m sorry, did I distract you with all of my…”
My sentence was cut off with a gasp as it wasn’t Scott’s grinning face I met as I swung out of the stall, but Jake’s face instead.
And grinning was not how I would describe it.
“I saw you, you know. As I waited for him to leave you alone, I stood outside. I’m assuming those tits pressed against the window back there were yours. Just one of the brothers still fucking you, Grace? Did the other one already get tired of your high and mighty shit?”
“How did you get in here?”
“I told you. I hid out behind the barn until I knew you were alone. It didn’t take very long, did it? Do both brothers have longevity issues, or just the one?”
“Nah, that’s alright, I’m not much for Mitchell leftovers.”
“Do you just get off on watching us, Jake? That’s twice now that you’ve appeared out of nowhere. If I’d known you like to watch…”
He cut my words off again, only this time by grabbing me. He flipped me around, pulling my back to him and wrapping one arm around my waist as his other hand covered my mouth with some kind of rag.
I elbowed him, hard, hitting him somewhere near his kidneys, I hoped. I struggled against him, stomping my booted foot down on his toe, only to find out he was wearing boots, too, but his felt steel toed. I reached up and over my head, aiming for anything I could reach.
I wanted to poke his eyes out, or yank his hair so I could get away, but whatever was on the rag over my mouth and nose started to work on me as my breathing sped up.
The last thing I remembered was feeling sad and disappointed that I’d never know how it would feel to finally be between both brothers again before I died.
And then my world went black.
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