Trusting Them (18 page)

“That sounds like a good plan to me. I can do the grocery shopping while you take care of the things you need for the ranch.”

“I think we have a plan then.” Brock scooted back his chair and stood up. “I want one of those apple pies, but I need to let dinner settle first.”

“Me, too,” Brady said.

“How about you guys watch TV while I clean up, and then I’ll put a scoop of ice cream over them and bring them to you.”

“Actually, I’m going to wash dishes. You and Brady watch the weather for me, and then we can all enjoy that ice cream and apple pie together.” Brock walked around behind her chair and pulled it out for her.

“I can wash the dishes. There’s no need for you to. You’ve been working all day.” Jeni wrung her hands.

“I can handle a few dirty dishes. Besides, most of them go in the dishwasher anyway.” Brock picked up her plate and silverware and walked to the sink.

“Come on, Jeni. We need to hurry so we don’t miss the weather.” Brady grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him.

“Brady, what is going on with you today?” she fussed at him when he pulled her through the kitchen door into the living room.

“Nothing, why?”

“You’re acting peculiar.”

Brady smiled and sat down on the couch. He pulled her down onto his lap with a plop. Jeni struggled for a few seconds, but became aware of the solid ridge of his cock beneath her ass. She stilled. Brady took advantage of her sudden lack of movement to pull her more solidly into his lap.

“There, are you comfortable? Just lean back. Your head can rest on my shoulder.”

“It would probably be more comfortable for both of us if I sat on the couch,” Jeni suggested.

“I like you sitting here. Just relax. I won’t bite you—yet.”

The weather came on and they were both silent as they listened to the predictions for more snow. This storm would be different from the last. Since the temperatures weren’t as low as before, they would start out with sleet and freezing rain that would turn into snow later in the evening. They were only expecting accumulations of about two feet, but the underlying ice and sleet would make getting around dangerous. Not just in a car, but on foot as well. They were advising people to stay in after Friday morning.

Brock walked in. “Did I miss it?”

“Yeah,” Brady said.

They filled him in on what the weatherman had said. Brock sat on the couch and nodded.

“Tomorrow is the best time to go then. I don’t want to be on the road in icy weather. As long as it doesn’t speed up and get here before Friday, we’ll be fine to go tomorrow,” Brock said.

“I’ll go get the pie and ice cream now.” Jeni struggled down from Brady’s lap.

“You need help?” Brady asked.

“Nope, I’ve got it.”

Jeni escaped to the kitchen. She leaned her head against the fridge for a few seconds to gather her wits about her. Being so close to Brady and not being able to kiss him and hug him like she wanted to kept her on edge. And Brock. She really wanted to taste him like she had Brady. Could she initiate a kiss with him? Jeni wasn’t sure she had enough guts to do it.

Finally, she felt able to fix their ice cream and pie without dropping something. Once she had three bowls with a pie each and a scoop of ice cream on top of them, she carried two into the living room to the men. Then she returned for hers. When she walked back into the living room this time, she deliberately sat in between them. She wasn’t going to sit on Brady’s lap when she couldn’t sit on Brock’s too. Maybe one day she would feel comfortable enough with both men that she could choose whose lap to sit on.

“Damn, this is good, baby girl.” Brock’s face looked as if he’d tasted heaven.

“It sure is,” Brady said. “If I wasn’t so full from dinner, I’d eat another one.”

“I’m glad you like them. I’ll make peach pie when we have some fresh peaches.”

“I’ll make sure we get some for you.” Brock licked his spoon and stood up. “If we’re going to get up early and go, we need to get to bed soon.”

“I’ll take care of the bowls and spoons,” Brady said.

“Thanks, guys, for doing the dishes tonight. It’s my job, though, so don’t make a habit of doing it.” Jeni shook her finger at them.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. We don’t like doing dishes enough to take that task away from you.” Brady squeezed her to him, then let her go.

“Let’s meet down here at six,” Brock told her.

“I’ll fix us something quick to take with us. How about leftover roast sandwiches?” she asked.

“Sounds good to me.” Brock pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the lips.

It was a quick kiss, but it warmed her all the way through. She sizzled just from his touch, and she realized that she reacted differently to each of the men. Brady made her hot, but Brock burned her from the inside out. She felt Brock’s erection hard and thick against her belly. She remembered how it had felt in her mouth. The salty taste that clung to her even once she swallowed. She wanted to taste it again.

Jeni snapped back into the present to hear Brady fuss about being left behind. She smiled. He wouldn’t want to miss out on any fun they might have, she decided. From the sounds of it, though, Brock planned to get there, shop, and get back as soon as possible. They wanted to get everything unloaded and put away before nightfall. Even leaving early, it would be a fast trip.

“Let’s head to bed, you two. Morning comes early here.” Brock beat them up the stairs.

Brady looked at her and shrugged. He obviously wasn’t in any hurry. He stopped outside her door and leaned against the door facing.

“You going to miss me tomorrow?” he asked.

“I doubt it.”

He frowned, wrinkling his forehead. “What do you mean you doubt it?”

“I’m just kidding, Brady. You’re so easy.”

“Am not,” he argued with a grin. “I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll miss breakfast and lunch.”

“And you, too, baby.” He brushed his lips against hers, then drew in a deep breath and left.

* * * *

Brock loped down the stairs and into the kitchen to the smell of coffee. He checked his watch; it was only a quarter after six. Jeni had gotten up early. He found her making sandwiches on the kitchen table.

“Morning, Jeni. Hope you slept well.” He hadn’t.

Brock spent most of the night tossing and turning thinking of her. When he had slept, it had been to erotic dreams of her beneath him or her riding him. He couldn’t wait to actually feel her hot pussy suck his cock inside of her. The memory of that hot mouth nearly undid him, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning out loud.

“Hey, Brock. I slept okay. I guess I was too keyed up about going to town today to sleep much.” She continued making sandwiches without looking at him.

“How many sandwiches are you planning on us eating, baby?” He looked at the pile she’d made up.

“I went ahead and made enough for Brady to have lunch. He won’t have to fix his own that way.”

“You’re spoiling him something terrible, Jeni. He’s already spoiled rotten as it is.” Brock shook his head and picked up one of the sandwiches. He bit into it then sipped his coffee.

“Who’s spoiled?” Brady shuffled into the kitchen, scratching his belly.

“You are,” Jeni and Brock both said at the same time.

“Am not. Did you fix enough for me?” Brock asked as he eyed the sandwiches.

Jeni laughed and shook her head when Brock glanced her way.

“I made enough for you to have two at lunch today. You will have to fix something for breakfast, though. Or, you can eat an apple pie for breakfast.”

“Oh, yeah. Apple pie sounds like a great idea.” Brady walked over to where Jeni had them covered up and pulled one out.

“Stick it on a plate and put it in the microwave for about fifteen seconds,” Jeni suggested.

“Maybe we should take a couple for the road as well,” Brock mused.

“I’ve already got ours packed,” she said. “You can eat yours once we get to town. No eating and driving. You can finish your sandwiches here and then we’ll get going. I, on the other hand, can eat while you drive.” She smirked at Brock.

Brock shook his head. She was going to be one big handful, that was for sure. And he and Brady would love every minute of it. He could hardly wait to turn her over his knee and spank her pretty little ass the first time she disobeyed them about something that mattered. He could already feel her soft skin beneath his hand. That cute ass would turn a nice shade of pink and warm his hand right up.

“So, you ready?” Jeni asked, interrupting his musings.

“Yeah.” He swallowed the last of his second sandwich and crossed to the coffee pot to refill his travel mug.

“Bye, Brady. See you later,” she said and gave him a quick kiss.

“Bye, baby girl. Behave yourself.” Brady swatted her on the ass as she turned to leave.

Brock tried to cover his smile when she turned around and growled at Brady. Yep, she was going to be a handful. The two of them were up for the challenge though. They just needed to get her on the same page as them.

Brady walked them to the truck and waved them off. Brock knew his little brother was chomping at the bit to spend more time with her. It didn’t take a genius to see that he was totally in love with Jeni now. Even Jeni seemed to be aware of it on some level. She responded to him with ease. He hoped this trip would do the same for the two of them as well.

He watched her finish her sandwich. Keeping his eyes on the road proved to be difficult when she swiped that little tongue over her lips to remove the mayonnaise. All he could think about was how she’d licked his cock and swallowed it down. He huffed out a breath and tried to adjust himself while driving. Thank goodness the roads were clear. His cock wanted out in a big way. He risked another glance in her direction and did groan this time. She was licking her fingers. Just the sight of her sucking one of her fingers into her mouth nearly had him coming in his jeans.

“How much longer ‘til we are there?” Jeni interrupted his thoughts again.

“Another twenty minutes, I think.”

“You’re going to drop me off at the grocery store while you head to the feed store, right?” She turned in her seat as far as the seatbelt would allow her.

“That’s right. I’ll be finished before you are, so I can help carry out the groceries and load them in the truck.” He maneuvered around a pothole in the road. “Remember how I told you to pack them if you get finished before I make it back. All the frozen stuff in one set of bags and the milk and cold stuff in another.”

“I remember. That’s why you brought the coolers, right?” Jeni looked over her shoulder at the two coolers sitting in the back of the truck.

“Yeah, we’ll keep them cold for the trip home. With the temperature not much above freezing, they should be fine until we get home. I’ll buy a bag of ice for the frozen stuff. One bag should keep it all frozen just fine.”

“I think we’ll run over to the department store first though.” Brock noticed they were getting closer to town by the amount of traffic picking up on the road around them.

“Okay, what did you need there?” Jeni asked.

“Just need to look at some stuff,” he hedged.

Brock wanted to get her a hat for one thing and another couple of shirts that were warm enough. Maybe even a couple of pairs of thermal underwear. She wouldn’t get as cold if she wore them during the day. At night, she had the electric blanket until they worked out their sleeping arrangements a little more to his liking. He didn’t want her getting sick again from lack of good clothes.