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  He lifted his bottle in a toast. “Still the kid, running from nothing and to nowhere.”

  “Garret...” He stepped closer.

  “Wow!” Megan’s voice echoed in the room. “This is gigantic.” With her hair in a ponytail, a white tank top, and cutoff jean shorts that showed off her long legs, she was sexy-sweet, and Trey’s cock responded with a hot pulse.

  “Baby.” Garret’s gaze ran the length of her and back up. “You look good enough to eat.”

  She laughed and flip-flopped into the room, sliding her sunglasses on top of her head. “I’m hungry enough to eat whatever’s making that fabulous smell.”

  Garret tossed her a melon-colored hotpad. “Put that on the table and have a seat.” Sliding two green oven mitts on his hands, he toted the casserole dish to the table. “Prepare yourself for a feast.”

  Megan pulled out a chair and sat. “I love the accent colors.” She ran her finger over the bright colored tiles dotting the mostly-white tabletop. “Melon and lime. Very...” She glanced at him. “Festive?”

  Trey pulled ‘festive’ colored plates out of the cupboard and forks and a serving spoon out of a drawer. “Inez got to design this room. White to feel clean, and color for welcome.” Or was it the other way around?

  From the fridge, Garret hauled over shredded cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and salsa. He went back in and brought three beers to the table.

  “I love the windows. Is that so you don’t miss anything while you’re eating?” Megan smirked at Trey as he sat next to her.

  Garret snorted as he took a chair on her other side. “I was wondering that, too.” He grabbed the spoon and dished up a huge portion of steaming chow.

  Trey shook his head. “Inez’s idea.” He glanced outside. “But, it was a damn good one.”

  As Garret set the first loaded plate in front of Megan, she pushed it to Trey. “Oh no. Only about a fourth that much for me.”

  He complied, and in seconds they all tucked into the spicy, gooey, delicious meal.

  “Mmmm.” Megan chewed slowly and closed her eyes. “This is heaven on earth.”

  Garret laughed. “Inez is going to love you.” He shoveled food like he hadn’t eaten in a month.

  “I’m already half in love with her.” Megan sipped from her beer.

  Trey glanced up and found Garret looking at him. He could tell what his brother was thinking. Half in love pertained to a lot of situations in this house.

  Megan set down her fork. “Speaking of...um...no, that’s not what I was...” She let out a nervous laugh.

  With his mouth full, Garret stopped chewing and stared at her.

  Trey waited, washing his grub down with beer. She was so damn cute—when she wasn’t being sexy and gorgeous. “What is it?”

  “I have a few questions.” She picked up her fork and pushed a bean around on her plate.

  “Uh huh.” Trey got back to eating. She wasn’t in any hurry here, and his food was getting cold.

  “About our...” She swallowed, looked at each of them, then closed her eyes. “Lifestyle.”

  Garret looked at him, and Trey gave him a shrug in return.

  “Ask.” Trey would tell her anything she wanted to know.

  “By lifestyle, you mean our threesome?” Garret didn’t slow down his eating. He chewed and swallowed, but Megan stayed silent. “You want to know if we’ve had anyone at the ranch before, don’t you?”

  A crooked smile curved her lips. “That wasn’t where I was going, but since you mentioned it...let’s start with that.”

  “No.” The brothers said it in unison.

  She let out a breath. “That’s good.” She squinted at him. “I mean, it kind of says this is...” With her fork, she pointed a triangle between the three of them. “Is important.”

  Trey grinned. Important? Yeah, like life-altering kind of important. “Very.”

  Garret nodded and went back to eating.

  “Anything else?” Trey got up and opened three fresh beers and set them on the table. He couldn’t stand not touching her. Leaning over, he tugged her ponytail and kissed her quick on the lips. “’Cause I got a couple questions, too.”

  Both of them stared at Trey. He sat and made himself comfortable, gearing up for the speech he’d practiced all week, and finding a few handy improvisations. “Since we’re all ‘important’ to each other, and we want to see where this...” He made the triangle with his finger. “...leads us.”

  This was where it was going to get tricky. He and Garret had talked extensively during the last week about how to convince Megan to stay. Long-term. Permanently, if things worked out.

  “Yeah?” Garret’s eyes narrowed and his brow wrinkled.

  “We should think about spending time in twos.” He took his beer in his hand, letting the cool glass ground him in preparation for the explosion. “With Megan, I mean.”

  Garret threw his fork on his plate. “I knew this was coming. You were circling around it yesterday on the phone, but I was too obtuse to catch on.”

  Megan blinked and sat back.

  Trey tipped his head toward her, warning his brother he was going to scare her if he didn’t calm down.

  Taking a breath, Garret placed his hands flat on the table. “You’re doing this because I have to be in LA next week.” He glanced at Megan. “He wants you alone, and I don’t blame him.” Shifting his gaze back to Trey, Garret tightened his jaw. “But we have a rule. No one-on-one.” He stood, keeping his hands planted on the table. “It’s worked for us this long. Why change it?”

  Trey’s free hand fisted. Damn belligerent prick. He’d made that rule all those years ago, and it’d worked. Until now. “Things have changed, haven’t they.” Uncurling his fingers, he took Megan’s hand in his. “We need to be able to connect with each other, each of us with Megan, if we expect this thing between us to amount to anything.”

  His brother straightened and walked away. He turned back, hands fisted. “Where is this coming from?”

  “Actually...” Megan slid her hand toward Garret’s plate and patted the table. “Sit down for a minute, because that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, too.”

  Trudging to his chair, he plopped down. “All right. Shoot.” He frowned like he was ready for the firing squad.

  “I did some research on the lifestyle.” She looked at the un-held hand close to Garret and slid it back in front of herself. “Actually, I started with a few erotic romance novels.”

  “Great resource.” Garret didn’t sound happy.

  “Let her talk.” Trey leveled his most Dad-like look at his brother.

  “I read articles online, too.” She sat forward, directing her speech to Garret. “For a relationship like ours to thrive, we’ve—”

  “So now it’s gone from a lifestyle to a relationship.” After a second, Garret sat forward and reached for her hand. “I’m sorry, baby.” He shrugged his brows. “I’m runnin’ on too little sleep and too much blindsiding.”

  Trey didn’t care for him talking that way to Megan, excuses or not, and he opened his mouth to tell him that and more.

  Megan squeezed Trey’s hand in warning, still looking at Garret. “I didn’t mean to throw this at you. But when your brother brought it up, I thought I’d toss in my opinion. I really didn’t mean to hit you with the second barrel.”

  Trey shut his mouth and watched. He loved how she mediated between him and Garret. If she hadn’t been here, they’d be taking verbal jabs at each other until fists flew.

  “Let me have some time with it.” Garret stood and walked to the door. Grabbing his old cowboy hat off a peg, he pulled it low on his head and looked at both of them then settled his gaze on Trey. “Right now, I agree we need to spend time alone together with Megan. But I’m not on board with it being in bed.” He looked at Megan. “Ready for a tour of the ranch?”

  She nodded and stood, picking up her plate, finishing her last bite. “Let me clear off the table first.”

  Trey took the
plate from her. “Go on. I’ll do this.”

  She leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you.”

  The temptation to toss her over his shoulder and head back upstairs ate at him, but he brushed a thumb over a white smudge on her cheek. “You got sunscreen on?”

  “Yep. Completely coated.” She tipped her head. “Are you coming with?”

  He glanced at the clock above the fridge. “I’ve gotta meet with my foreman before he knocks off for the day.” He swatted her tight, round ass. “I’ll catch up.”

  She nearly skipped to the door where Garret held a beat-up straw hat with a stampede strap. “This’ll help with the sun until we can get you to town and buy you a fancier one.”

  Sliding her sunglasses on, she put the hat on her head and tightened the string under her chin. “Ready.” She waved at Trey and walked out the door Garret held open for her.

  Trey picked up his own plate and took a step toward the sink.

  “This is not finished, brother.” Garret glared at him. “Dumping that on me with Megan here. Shitty business.”

  Heat raced up his neck. “While you’re out, why don’t you fall in the river and see if that helps your crapload of attitude.”

  Garret squared his shoulders and dipped his head. “Are you of a mind to make me?”

  “Hey!” Megan’s voice came from somewhere outside. “Let’s go, hotshot.”

  With one last laser blast of his blue eyes, Garret grabbed his boots and left, slamming the door behind him.

  “Children.” He grinned. It was damn nice to have him home.

  Chapter Five

  Garret pulled his boots onto his bare feet while walking—hopping—toward Megan.

  She turned her back to him and gazed out over the landscape.

  He looked around. It was beautiful. Hanging low in the sky, the sun stretched long shadows across the packed-dirt yard. Green by the river, dusty brown further out, all of it smelled so fucking great. Like acres of unending earth and air. The sky was cloudless and he wished he’d remembered his sunglasses.

  Megan turned and smiled at him. “This place is amazing.”

  Reaching her, he tugged her close and tipped his head to keep their hats from bumping. “You look good here, baby. Like you fit right in.” Grasping her butt, he tugged her against his swelling cock. He leaned in and kissed her, hard and demanding, making her all his. He froze and pulled back.

  All his? “What the hell?” He’d imagined them—just the two of them—fucking on the lounge chair on the balcony outside his bedroom.

  “What?” She looked around. “What’s wrong?”

  He took her hand and pulled her toward the four-wheeler. Trey’s four-wheeler, but the cowboy could find his own ride down to the ranch buildings. “You two planted thoughts in my head.”

  “Wait.” She dug in her heels, flip flops actually, and stopped. “Trey and I didn’t plan to ambush you. It just worked out that we’d both been thinking the same thing all week.”

  The sun was heading toward the horizon, and he wanted to show her around before it got dark. He could either stand here and debate this with her, or ride hell-bent along the river so they could watch the sunset from a spot just over the ridge.

  He nudged her forward. “Let me show you something, then you can tell me all the reasons you think this one-on-one thing is a good idea.”

  She squeezed his hand and walked beside him to the four-wheeler. “And you can tell me all the reasons you think it’s not.”

  He swung his leg over the camo ATV and picked up the sunglasses his brother had left on the handlebar. He held out his hand for her. “Hop on and hang on.” He checked the angle of the sun as she climbed on in back of him. “It’s gonna be a fast tour.”

  He started the motor and revved it a couple times. Looking back at the house, he saw Trey looking out the kitchen window. He gave his brother a shit-eatin’ grin. The jerk could walk the quarter mile to the foreman’s office.

  When Megan had her feet on the pegs and her arms tight around his middle, he shifted into gear and took off.

  Her breasts pressed into his back and her hands held flat against his stomach. Megan. One hell of a woman. The urge to howl like the leader of a wolf pack had him juiced and ready for anything.

  The dogs caught up to them, barking and excited for an adventure.

  He didn’t want them slobbering around while he watched the sunset with Megan. Garret pointed toward the house. “Kennel up!”

  The dogs slowed, stopped, then trudged back toward the house.

  “They’re so well-behaved.”

  Garret watched the mutts in the side mirror. They had to be sad being left behind. Almost the same way Trey had looked when he and Megan had walked out the door without him. Hell, Trey was the one who suggested one-on-one. He could just deal with it.

  “Big brother has a way with animals.” He gunned the motor and they sped toward the river. Garret gestured toward the ranch buildings. “We’ve got barns for stock and supplies, machine sheds, and even a wood shop.” He shouted to be heard above the motor.

  “It’s really—oh!” They’d hit a dip and come out of it flying. “Really fast!” She laughed.

  “Gotta get somewhere before sunset.” They raced by the foreman’s house and the bunkhouse. A few men wandered around, and a couple raised their hands in greeting. He’d catch up with everyone tomorrow. Tonight he needed to burn off some steam, and the best way to do it was with the woman plastered to his back tighter than a body cast.

  He raced over the ridge and down the other side, kicking up dust behind them, and feeling freer than he had in a long damn time. Out of sight of everyone, on his own property, with the woman he...what? Liked? Lusted after? There weren’t any other L words he needed to think about right now.

  Ten minutes later they reached the spot where the river took a sharp turn. He pulled up and stopped. Cutting the engine, he waited until quiet drifted over them. The trickle of the water and a night bird calling were the only sounds.

  Megan rested her head on his shoulder. “This is really nice.”

  The sun sat an inch above the horizon and sparkled off the water. Garret helped her off the ATV, slid back on the seat a ways, and tugged her sideways onto his lap. In the golden glow, she was angelic. Beautiful beyond words.

  He brushed his thumb along her full lower lip, its softness sending waves of heat through his body.

  She looked up at him, her dark green eyes searching his face. She moved closer. “Romantic?” A tiny smile curved her lips.

  “Yeah.” He moved in and kissed her. A ravenous hunger had him exploring her mouth, twisting her tongue with his.

  Her hand fisted in his hair, and he slid one palm to cup her breast, thumb her nipple.

  His shaft jerked and filled, and an ocean of lust flooded his groin, claiming all the blood from his brain. He ended the kiss, and lifting her leg, he resettled her facing him, straddling him.

  Megan groaned and ran her hands over his shoulders and bare arms. The touch of her flesh against his made all conscious thought disappear.

  Tugging her tank top up, he stared at her hard, pink nipples peeking through the sheer white fabric of her bra. His mouth watered and he bit his tongue to keep himself from tasting her.

  “Garret.”

  His gaze lifted to her eyes.

  “This is why I’d like to amend your rule of three.” She slid her hands down his chest, down his abs, and cupped his jeans where his erection pressed hard against his zipper. “Right now, I could be riding this.” She squeezed.

  Desire blasted along his spine, sending primal urges to his brain. “That’s if I agree to...” The rest of his speech flew out of his thoughts.

  “We’ll tell Trey when we get back.” Her voice came out low and husky. She arched her back, presenting her breasts to him. Her hand landed cool and soft on the back of his neck and pressed him down toward the succulent feast.

  “You know I’m not able to think clearly.” He latch
ed onto her nipple, the taste of the fabric and her flesh a wicked tease. “You’re takin’ advantage of me here, and I’m gonna let Trey know it was all your doing.”

  She laughed then gasped as he bit her gently, rolling her delicious pink nipple between his teeth.“Trey who?”

  He laughed even as a flash of guilt blinded him for a moment. If he did this, he’d be setting the three of them up for a lot of changes.

  Megan’s hips moved in rhythm with his tongue on her breast. She spread her legs to get closer to him, and her scent, musky and sweet, floated up into his nostrils.

  “Shit.” He couldn’t stop now if the sun decided to reverse its course and pop back above the horizon. Switching nipples, he sucked her deep into his mouth.

  She jerked and cried out.

  He slid both hands up the soft, pale flesh of her inner thighs. Her shorts were loose enough and just the perfect length for him to ease his fingers inside them and press against her panties.

  Bucking against his fingers, her hips circled and shuddered.

  Even if his conscience resurfaced and told him to stop, shouted that this was wrong, he couldn’t leave her hanging on the edge of an orgasm like this. She’d never forgive him. Or was he just rationalizing his actions?

  “Fuck my conscience.”

  “What?” She barely whispered it.

  “Hold on, baby.” Slipping his right hand upward into her panties, his finger found her clit, hard and pulsing. He rubbed and circled the nub as the fingers of his other hand flattened over her pussy lips and massaged the soft, wet flesh.

  Tipping his head, he took her nipple into his mouth and bit.

  She screamed, startling a bird from a tree by the river. Her whole body rippled and he fought against her shorts until he could slide his middle finger deep into her slit.

  Her channel pulsed and sucked at his finger, her juices coated his finger and his palm, and she shivered and panted as she came back to Earth.

  He couldn’t wait to get her jeans off and slide his cock into that perfect, tight slit.

  Kissing a trail up her neck, he nibbled on her earlobe and wrapped his arms around her. “That was spectacular, Megan.”