Free Double Her Pleasure by Randi Alexander

coercion of the...physical presence of those
men.”
    She could go on fighting them with no happy conclusion, but
her dad’s offer was one of the things she wanted to talk to them about. “I
don’t need time to ponder, but I do have an idea. A way for me to catch Hines,
and it involves my going back to Alaska with you.” A way to ensure her men
stayed safe and out of the way.
    Her mother’s face broke into euphoria. She clasped her hands
and bowed her head.
    Megan forced herself not to roll her eyes. “Here’s my plan.”
    ****
    Trey sat on the guesthouse porch next to his dad, who had
fallen asleep in his chair. Jeff patrolled the house, stopping every few rounds
to talk to him or his mom, who was ferociously planting flowers.
    An hour ago, when he’d seen Megan take off on the
four-wheeler, he’d been tempted to haul ass after her and spank her sweet
behind for her wild behavior. Garret and Dad had talked him into letting her
have her head.
    Hell, after the day she’d had, she needed to run a little
wild. And only a little. That’s why he was here. After Dad filled him and
Garret in on some plans he had for updating a few things on the ranch, Trey had
snagged a ride back to the guesthouse with Derrick.
    Megan had been inside talking with her parents for a half
hour. Trey stayed close, just in case, but while he heard voices, no screaming,
no crying, and no threats filtered out.
    His mom finished the last of the flowers, straightened up,
and stretched her back. “Whey-doggies. Gettin’ too old for this kind of work.”
    Beside him, his dad grumbled but fell back into his rhythmic
breathing.
    Trey stood and jumped off the porch, heading to the raised
bed full of plants. “Nice. You plannin’ on staying a while?”
    She shook her gloves at him, sending dry clods of dirt his
way. “You plannin’ on evicting us?”
    He glanced toward the house. “Not you. Maybe them.”
    “They’re not so bad. Well, other than their whole ‘censuring
you three’ stuff.”
    He laughed. “Is that all? Shit, it’d take a lot more than
loving someone to doom us.”
    “Loving?” She stretched the word out on a sing-song
question. Her brows rose.
    Had he just said that out loud? Man, was he getting mushy
lately. Had to be all the trauma and drama going on. Since he’d met Megan, his
life had gone from dull, backbreaking work to wild and crazy experiences.
    “Just a term, Mom. Don’t get too excited.”
    The smile on her face seemed too cocksure. “I had a feeling
you were feeling the ‘L’ word. And your brother, too?”
    “I’m not joking, woman. Don’t read too much into my words,
and do not say anything to Garret.”
    “But son, if you feel—”
    “Right now, nobody needs this.” Trey turned to walk away.
    “Maybe this is the perfect time for it.” She said it
quietly, but he heard it, and it rattled down into his soul. He stomped back
toward the house and paced, nearly running into Jeff as he came around the
corner.
    The door to the kitchen opened and Megan walked out.
    Trey gave his mom one last warning glare.
    She lifted her hands, giving him a wide-eyed, innocent look.
    Megan tiptoed down the steps, leaving Derrick sound asleep.
    Trey strode to Megan. She stood holding a book against her
stomach. “Hi, Trey.” Her voice chirped like a guilty bird.
    “Hi, Megan.” He used the tone his father had used on his
errant young sons. Trey crossed his arms, waiting for her explanation of the
manic ride on the ATV.
    “Am I in trouble?” She batted her eyes at him.
    “Some.” He took her hand and led her toward the ATV.
Plucking his sunglasses off her head, he nodded to Jeff. “Follow us.”
    “Yes, sir.” The guard headed for the truck.
    Patty smiled as Megan and Trey walked past. “Have a love ly
evening.”
    Trey grunted. Megan looked confused. He slid the glasses
over his eyes and jumped on the four-wheeler. She hopped on behind him, settled
the book between them, then wrapped her arms around him.