Free Double or Nothing by N.J. Walters

appreciate it the way he did, the way Cherry’s father had.
    “I’ll talk to the lawyer and have the papers drawn up.”
    “Just like that?” Remy was slightly surprised by her reaction. There was no talk of price or trying to negotiate.
    Cherry shrugged and rubbed the back of her neck, the motion pulling the front of her top taut against her full breasts. “Just like that.” She gave him a faint smile. “I know and trust you two and know you won’t cheat me. Plus, I like knowing that at least some of the land will belong to someone I know will take care of it.”
    Wes surged to his feet. “If that’s settled, we should get going. The heat is getting to be too much for Cherry.” When she started to object, Wes shook his head. “You’re not used to it anymore, sugar. Plus, I know you’ve got to be stiffening up some.”
    She laughed and then groaned when she tried to stand. Wes removed the problem by simply lifting her off the ground. He held on while she steadied herself. “Try to walk a bit before you climb back on your horse.”
    Cherry gave a rueful laugh. “Not sure that’s going to help, Wes. I’m stiffer than I thought I’d be. I’ve been doing some riding since I came home, but not for longer than a half hour at a time and not as often as I would have liked.” She swiped the dust off the backside of her jeans and began to stiffly walk around. “I’ll need a hot shower when I get home.”
    Remy’s cock stirred at the thought of having Cherry naked and wet, hot water running over her supple body. When they’d renovated the main bathroom a few years back, they’d decided to put in a large shower stall, something they could use without banging their elbows on the walls. It would certainly be big enough for two—he glanced at his brother—or three if it came to it.
    He turned away and adjusted his dick as best he could with the damn thing standing up like a spike. He grabbed the empty bottles of water and tucked them back in the saddlebag.
    Wes was beside Cherry, making sure she was steady on her feet. It was Wes who helped her mount and handed her the mare’s reins. Remy was grateful to his brother. If he’d touched Cherry right now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep from tossing her on the ground, stripping her jeans off and taking her there in the hot Texas dirt.
    Remy pulled his hat down low over his brow and swept his gaze across the land. This all belonged to him and his brother. His eyes stopped when they landed on Cherry. She was smiling at something Wes said to her. She belonged to them too, just as the land did.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Cherry knew she was going to be sore tomorrow, but she wasn’t sorry. The ride under the hot sun with Wes and Remy had soothed her soul, leaving her feeling more at peace than she had in a long, long time. Her father’s death had left an aching void in her life. She was an orphan now, essentially alone. Remy and Wes had filled that space, at least for a short time. That reprieve made her feel stronger, more able to handle the tasks ahead.
    No, spending the morning with them had been the right thing to do even though the ride back had been strangely silent, all of them lost in their own thoughts.
    She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally urged the well-mannered mare into the barn. The cool shade made her shiver slightly after the unrelenting heat of the morning sun.
    “Don’t try to dismount on your own, sugar. I’ll help you.” She got a funny sensation in her stomach every time Wes called her sugar. Some women wouldn’t like it, would find it demeaning, but she knew he meant it as a sign of his affection for her.
    “I wouldn’t dare,” she told him. She had a feeling she was going to be a little less than graceful climbing off the horse than she’d been getting on.
    Strong hands clasped her waist and lifted her off her mount. Wes kept his hands around her as her thighs quivered and her knees shook. “You doing okay?”
    She