Two Cowboys Next Door Page 9

  Nash rests his hand on my leg. “Don’t worry. We’ll be with you.”

  I give him a smile. He’s showing a tender side I didn’t think he had and I love it. I have to be careful not to get used to it.

  We ride to the station in Nash’s truck. The police take us into separate rooms and we give them the same stories as we did last night. I recall everything I can, but it already feels like a lot of the details have slipped away. My mind has pushed the scene from last night as far back into its recesses as it can.

  I’m afraid of seeing Emily again. The piercing, cold eyes of a woman who possibly planned to kill me aren’t something that’s ever welcome. Thankfully, the three of us are in and out fairly quickly.

  Nash drives us back to Ello road. He goes right past my driveway and takes us to the Murphy ranch.

  “I have class in a couple hours,” I tell them. “I can’t come over to your place.”

  Nash doesn’t skip a beat. “You can for a while. We’ll drive you to class.”

  I eye him. “But what about the rodeo? Don’t you have it tonight?”

  “We’ll make it in time,” Clay answers. “Don’t worry.”

  A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. Nash and Clay actually want to spend time with me… And it makes me crazily giddy.

  Is it possible they feel some of what I’ve started to feel for them?

  Or am I almost as crazy and stupid as Emily?

  “Do you need anything from your house?” Clay asks while we walk across the yard.

  “Just my books.”

  He wraps his arm around my shoulders and falls into step with me. “I meant for right now.”

  “Oh… No, I don’t think so.”

  “Good,” Nash says right next to my ear. Shivers ripple through me.

  The second the front door closes, Nash places his hands on my waist and pushes me against the wall. His mouth covers mine and his hands run up and down my torso. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my hips against him. His tongue swirls over and over mine, making me light headed.

  He turns me back around and guides me to the couch. I fall down onto a cushion and Nash and Clay sit on either side of me. Clay’s lips meet mine, tender and slow in their movements.

  I move my face from Clay’s to Nash’s, then back to Clay’s. Their individual tastes mix on my tongue, creating a sweet concoction. There will never be anything else like it. No one will ever kiss me like these men. No one else will ever make me delirious from pleasure. I’ve never been with anyone else but them, but my heart seems to know the truth.

  They gently stretch me across their laps. Four hands roam across my body, massaging and caressing. My clothes come off and Clay and Nash roll me over, making me stomach down on their laps. They seem to have some kind of unspoken communication. Not for the first time, I get the sense they have a plan I’m not privy to.

  They massage my back and legs, giving just the right amount of pressure in every spot. My eyes fall closed and I start to drift off.

  A hand between my thighs jerks me back to life. Nash runs his fingers against my opening and up to my hard bud. He teases it, gently flicking and running his fingers in circles. I sigh and open my legs more. Warm juices flow out of me.

  Two hard bulges grow against me as the men get just as turned on as I am. Nash inserts a finger inside of me and strokes along the ceiling of my channel. He hits a delicious spot and I moan.

  Clay slips a hand between me and his lap and plays with one of my nipples. Nash pushes a second finger into me. The pleasure intensifies. I grip Clay’s jeans and erupt.

  The aftershocks of the orgasm still coursing through me, I roll over. The men look down at me with smoldering eyes and parted lips. I’m no longer tired. Instead I’m ravenous. I want to taste their cocks. I want to have them both inside of me again. I want to experience every single possible way there is to screw two men at one time.

  I nudge Clay to the side and get on my knees between the two of them. My hands fly down their chests and over their bulging jeans. Two dicks jerk under my touch.

  “I don’t know who to taste first,” I admit.

  Nash whistles low. “We’re not complaining.”

  Clay runs his thumb across my lips. “You heard the man.”

  I undo Nash’s jeans and release his dick. Turning to the side, I back up and onto Clay. He smooths his palm over my ass and gives it a light spank. A tickle of pleasure flows through me.

  Seizing Nash’s length, I lean down and nudge it past my lips. It kisses my teeth and bulges against the roof of my mouth. Nash murmurs in approval and gathers my hair in his hands. He twists it into a tight bun and tugs slightly. A welcome kind of pain slices through my head and down my back.

  I suck on his dick, taking it as far into my mouth as I can.

  “Grab it with your hand,” Nash instructs.

  I wrap my hand around the base and pump as I suck.

  Clay shifts and eases himself under me. His face settles between my hips and his hands clamp onto my ass. Soft licks fall on my opening. I moan against Nash’s dick, the sound muffled and constrained.

  Nash twists my hair tighter. His hips drive up into my mouth. Saltiness covers my tongue. Hot liquid spills along my teeth and hits the back of my throat. I swallow it all down, sucking with all my might.

  Clay gets out from under me and stands up.

  Nash eases me off of him and I sit up and wipe my mouth.

  “Damn,” he curses, a side grin playing on his lips.

  A hand latches onto my shoulder. I look up to see Clay naked and hard as a rock. My hand falls on his dick. Its velvet curves press into my palm and I stroke it delicately.

  Clay backs away from me and sits down in the armchair across from the couch. He holds the base of his dick and stares in my direction. “Get over here.”

  I climb awkwardly onto the armchair. Clay wraps his arm around my back and lowers me towards his dick. His point pierces and stretches my lips taut. I slide down the rest of the way, burying his length deep in my channel.

  Wrapping his arms around me, he pushes me back and forth. I rock against him, each tilt faster than the last. My muscles tense and clench his dick. I’m getting closer to release, closer to exploding. I think I might lose consciousness.

  Clay clutches me tighter and stands. I wrap my legs around him and look around in shock. “Where are we going?”

  He crosses the hall with Nash in close pursuit. Once in the bedroom, Clay puts me down in the middle of the bed. He falls next to me and pulls me onto his chest. His opened mouth kiss greets me. I grasp at his smooth hair and bury my fingers in his locks.

  His dick pushes into me again and he fucks me slowly from below. The bed groans as Nash gets behind me. A hand stretches one of my ass cheeks and a wet finger swivels over my hole.

  Clay’s tongue massages my own and his hands run all over my back. Pressure hits my second hole. Nash starts to nudge himself into me. My skin resists, pushing back, but Nash keeps up. I grunt a bit from the pain of entry and the noise disappears into Clay’s throat.

  Nash drives in all the way, taking up each inch of my channel. Moving as one, they both fuck me. With each thrust I slide up and down against Clay’s chest. Pleasure builds and travels through me at the speed of light. I scream the ecstasy out of me, my cry filling up the room.

  Nash’s fingernails dig into my ass. He pounds me harder, skin slapping on skin, over and over. Both men grunt and groan. Nash slaps my raw butt cheek, leaving a stinging spot. Warm fluid fills my hole and he pulls away from me.

  Clay buries his face in my neck and pistons into me. He groans and raises me off of him. His release covers my thigh.

  I slip off of Clay and onto the sheets, where Nash waits for me. He pulls my face against his and kisses the tip of my nose.

  Clay’s hand drops to my stomach. I watch it rise and fall with my breathing. The moment is a lot like the one last night, except even better.

  I’m not going to freak out, I
promise myself. They’re going to leave and I have to be okay with that.

  My eyes burn. I blink rapidly to stop the tears from falling.

  Maybe I’m not okay right now with the idea of Nash and Clay leaving.

  But one day I will be.

  16

  Clay

  I prop my foot on the fence and look out across the fields. Heart Mountain gazes back at me, gray and monolithic even though the distance makes it appear small. There’s something about the mountain. It could be a pinprick on the horizon and I would still feel tiny in its presence. Between that landmark and me, hundreds of cattle graze with their heavy heads nestled into the grass.

  What would it be like to be back here again in a permanent way? Any time I’ve thought about returning home a familiar sense of panic has filled me. I’ve dreaded ending back on Ello road working on my family’s farm.

  But for the first time in my life I really question the reason why. I don’t hate ranch life. I’ve never thought about going to school or working in an office. I hate sitting still. If I wasn’t in the rodeo, I’d be working as a hand somewhere.

  It all comes down to not wanting to feel like I’ve settled. Most of the guys I went to high school with followed the expected path. They married the same girls they took to prom, inherited their family farms, started popping out kids, and called it a day.

  The thought of following the same route makes me disgusted.

  But maybe things aren’t always black and white. Could I have the good parts of life on a ranch while skipping all the bad ones?

  It’s an odd thought. All these years I’ve been running away from what I come from. It’s felt good... for the most part. I like not being tied down.

  But I’ve never missed a place half as much as I’m going to miss this ranch.

  Or the woman living next to it.

  Nash and I haven’t seen Cheyenne since we brought her home from class yesterday. We tried to get her to come back to my place afterward, but she was adamant about going home. Last night I texted her and asked her to come over, but she said she was already in bed.

  Having her out of my sight makes me sick. My stomach twists if I think about driving away from our little town and leaving her behind. We’ve only got a small number of days left here. Wasting time doesn’t sit well with me. Nash and I should be with Cheyenne.

  She should be with us.

  I push off the fence and stalk back to the house. The whole situation isn’t right. Cheyenne is the first woman I’ve wanted to keep around for more than a few days. She’s something special. It’s not likely I’ll find another girl like her soon.

  If ever.

  I rip the kitchen’s screen door open and forcefully slam it shut. “Damn it!”

  “What’s the problem?”

  I jump at Nash’s voice. He sits at the kitchen table, looking sullenly up at me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  He looks all around him like he’s still figuring just that out. “Sitting, I guess.”

  “And that’s all?”

  He thinks it over. “Yep.”

  I drop into the chair across from him and put my hat on the table.

  “You got bags under your eyes.”

  I glare at him. “So do you.”

  Nash rubs his eyes. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

  “Join the club.”

  “I’m worried about Cheyenne.”

  “No one’s going to get her.”

  “I know,” he grumbles.

  I look at my hands.

  “The sheriff just called,” he says. “Emily’s being held on bond.”

  “She’ll be there for a while.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “I’m not paying to get her out.”

  I shake my head and look at the table. “I can’t believe what almost happened. We should have been there to protect Cheyenne.”

  “We were there.”

  “I mean sooner. We should always be there.”

  Silence follows my words. Nash crosses his arms and looks thoughtfully out the window.

  “We’re leaving in a few days,” he slowly says.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Do you ever get jealous of Mike or Dominic? You know, because they have their wives on the road with them?”

  “You want a wife?”

  “No. You know I don’t. But don’t you ever… You know, think it would be nice?”

  I lean back in my chair and look at the ceiling. “Not once.”

  “Really?”

  He sounds like he doesn’t believe me.

  “What are you getting at? Is this about Cheyenne?”

  His eyebrows bunch together. He doesn’t want to say.

  “Someone else will snatch her up,” I tell him. “She’s a catch. Next time we come through town she might not even be living next door. She could be married with a bunch of kids running around the place.”

  Nash’s face grows red with jealously. “There’s no man good enough for her.”

  “She could come with us. That’s what you were suggesting, huh?”

  Nash locks his jaw and nods.

  I give it some thought. The more I envision Cheyenne with us on the road the more sense it makes. She probably hasn’t traveled much yet. She’d have fun roaming across the states. As for Nash and me, we’d get the benefit of having her close. Not only would we get to taste her body each night, we’d get to know she was safe and close at hand each day.

  We’d get to know she was ours for sure.

  I study Nash. “What about other women?”

  He looks at me straight on. “I haven’t been thinking about other women.”

  “There’s no one else like her,” I agree.

  “She does something to me, Clay. I get wild around her. Not having her here right now makes me think I’m about to go insane.”

  “You don’t have to explain it to me.”

  “So…we’ll ask her to go with us.”

  My stomach flips. “Yeah, we’ll ask her to go with us.”

  Maybe what we’re doing is crazy. Cheyenne might laugh in our faces. She might tell us we’re not worth her time.

  But we have to go for it. We have to do everything we can to make Cheyenne ours.

  If we don’t, I’ll never forgive myself.

  17

  Cheyenne

  I dab my favorite floral perfume on my wrists and rub them together. A glance at the clock and my pulse speeds up. Nash and Clay will be here any minute.

  The house is quiet. It’s perfect. With it being Wednesday night and my parents off at church, I can actually have Nash and Clay come pick me up.

  Since my dad usually only leaves the house about once a week this is the only time I’m free to invite the men over. They asked me out to dinner in Powell tonight but I’m thinking up other plans.

  Forget dinner. The second I open the door I might jump on them and pull them upstairs to my bedroom. Since they’re leaving in a few days we don’t have a lot of time left.

  Dread fills me. I’ve been purposefully not thinking about their going. I’ve also been trying not to depend on their presence. I’ve been going to classes and helping around the ranch just like usual. I don’t want Clay and Nash to disrupt my regular life.

  But there’s going to be a gaping hole in me no matter what I do. I know it for sure.

  The bell rings. I quickly smooth my hair while running down the stairs.

  Clay and Nash stand shoulder to shoulder on the front stoop, nearly matching in their white tees and black hats. The only things setting them apart are their jeans and boots.

  “Hi,” I breathe. “Come on in.”

  They enter the hallway and I quickly close the door behind them. “How about a drink?”

  They exchange a quick look.

  “Sounds nice,” Clay answers. “We’d like to talk to you before we head out.”

  Nausea hits me. Usually if someone says they need ‘to talk’ things don’t end well.
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br />   Are they about to let me down? Are they going to go ahead and end things with me early?

  I can’t think of a reason why they would, but the buzzing in my ears doesn’t stop.

  I lead them to the kitchen and pull out three beers then set them on the table. Nash twists the top off one for me and I accept it but don’t take a drink. It just sits in my hand, cold and lifeless.

  Just like my love life.

  Love life… I shouldn’t even be thinking like that. The whole thing with these two is just sex. Have I already forgotten that?

  I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying. Yes, I’ve forgotten why I even got involved with Clay and Nash to begin with. Losing my virginity now seems like such a trivial thing. Why was I in such a hurry to do it?

  If I’d known what having sex would lead to maybe I would have held back.

  I love these men. Maybe I’m young and stupid. Maybe it’s because I was a virgin the day I first got with them, but it’s still true. I love them.

  And now I get to pay the price for it. I get to sit here while they break my heart and walk away.

  I clutch the back of one of the chairs and set my beer on the table. Nash and Clay stand on the other side of the table, both of them staring at me.

  I take in a long breath. “What’s up?”

  Their eyes briefly connect. Nash nods at Clay.

  “Cheyenne,” Clay slowly says. “Come with us on the rodeo circuit. Travel around with us.”

  The kitchen spins around me. My heart swells in joy and my stomach plummets. I’m euphoric and terrified, but mostly I’m confused.

  How did things change between us? How did this relationship become more than a two-week fling?

  I look between Clay and Nash, wondering which question to ask first.

  “You’d like it,” Nash says. “It can be a whole lot of fun on the road.”

  “I’d like it,” I slowly repeat.

  Anger fills me and I shake my head. The way they present the offer makes it all sound easy. As if I can just walk into my bedroom right now, pack a bag, and hit the road.