Free Double Her Pleasure by Randi Alexander

and
tossed Trey’s at him. “On foot or in your truck?”
    The sound of the four-wheeler starting and
driving off reached them.
    “Truck.” Trey sprinted to the second barn
with Garret hard on his heels. Within seconds, they were racing
after her. When they crossed the bridge, he took the truck
off-road, passed her, then skidded to a halt in front of the
mudroom door.
    She shut off the motor and swung her leg over
as Trey and Garret jumped out of the truck and ran toward her.
    Shrieking with laughter, Megan made a try for
the house, but Trey got to her and tossed her over his shoulder.
His damn caveman urge came back with a vengeance. Her weight
testing his muscles, her scent in his nose, her soft flesh pressing
into his shoulder. She was his, his and Garret’s. His cock jumped
with the blood rushing to it.
    “Trey.” She caught her breath. “Inez...”
    He glanced at the driveway. “Her car’s
gone.”
    Garret led the way to the house and opened
the door.
    Trey carried her through the kitchen, past
the table with her shopping bags and a vase of flowers, then up the
stairs. Through her pants, her thigh heated the palm of his
hand.
    Walking up the steps behind them, Garret
asked, “Have we got that stupid talking idea out of your
head, Megan?” He chuckled. “Or do we need to do some more
convincin’?”
    “You know how stubborn I am. You’ll never
convince me.” She giggled. “Not in a million—”
    Trey swatted her ass. “How’s that for a
start, woman?” Trey hoped she’d need a little more persuasion. When
she wiggled, he smacked her firm butt again. “This is going to be
fun.” He walked into his bedroom and tossed Megan on the bed.
    Standing over her, he set his fists on his
hips. “We’re gonna show you just how convincing your men can
be.”
    She bit her lip and gave him a wicked smile.
“Mmm, yes. Show me.” She touched the point of her nipple through
her shirt.
    “Hold on, baby. It’s gonna get wild.” Garret
closed the doors. And locked them.
    ****
    An hour later, Garret opened his eyes. He’d
had the most intense orgasms of his life after he and Trey took
turns spanking a very receptive Megan and “fucking some sense into
her,” as his brother had joked.
    She’d had four screaming climaxes. Then, just
to please her, they’d spent a few minutes talking, and now she
stood in the shower, rinsing off with Trey.
    Garret yawned and the scent of whatever Inez
had cooking in the oven snuck into his nostrils. His stomach rolled
like thunder. Jumping up, he tugged on his jeans and bolted down
the stairs. Goddamn, he couldn’t get enough of home cooking.
    As he pulled the dish of her special
enchiladas out of the oven, he sent Inez a mental hug. His
favorite. He dished up a pile and stood looking out over the land,
blowing on the chow to cool it down.
    He missed the ranch. He missed Inez. Yeah,
his brother too, if he had to admit it. But holy shit, he’d miss
Megan more than anything if he took the movie he’d been offered.
Filming in New Zealand, he wouldn’t get home until the shoot
finished. It was the chance of a lifetime for him, playing a
detective instead of his usual gun-slinging, car-smashing,
fist-fighting alpha man.
    Megan’s laughter trickled down the stairs
followed by Trey’s, then their footsteps as they got closer. If he
could, he’d bring her with him to the location.
    That wasn’t an option.
    During their talk, they’d discussed the new
arrangement. Megan could be with each of them separately. When she
and Trey had first mentioned it, the whole deal hadn’t made sense
to him. After last night on the ATV, things became clearer. Now,
with everyone in agreement, he couldn’t wait to get her alone
again.
    But it was Trey’s turn.
    Trey walked into the kitchen. “You alone in
here?”
    “Yep.” He said it around a mouthful of the
tastiest food he’d had in months, with the exception of yesterday’s
meal.
    Megan peeked into the kitchen then walked in
wearing