Twin Pleasures (9 page)

Her legs tightened and her undulating hips became frantic as she humped his groin. He moved closer to the wall, using his own forceful motion to coax her to orgasm. A hungry mouth devoured her scream when it came. She wrenched away from the demanding lips to moan throatily as his continued pumping had her convulsing against him.

“Please, Donavan, I need you inside of me,” she whispered into his ear before biting down on his neck softly.

The whole barn was teeming with workers, and he didn’t have a thought except to bury his cock deep into her pussy and make love to her. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and turned her to face the wall. Submissively standing there waiting for his next move had his already engorged cock lengthen further. He leaned into her and reached around to undo her pants one button at a time. She started to whimper softly when he cupped a hand against her moist mound and lifted her slightly. He pulled the pants down until they were around her ankles and used his foot to widen her stance as far as her pants would allow. His hands traveled up her back and around to the front, cupping her breasts, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. Her soft bottom began to undulate against his erection, trying to distract him. He ignored her attempts and just luxuriated in feeling his woman.

He couldn’t hold off for long as his raging cock demanded relief. He unzipped enough of his pants to pull his cock out, before lining up at the entrance to her pussy. The honey dripping down showed how aroused she was, and he just moved his cock back and forth between her slick lips, coating himself. She squirmed as each pass of the hard tool abraded her own sex. He didn’t last long before sinking home into her tight channel.

“Kitten, come for me.”

* * * *

That was all it took to send her over the edge. The hand muffling her screams was the only thing saving her from the embarrassment of having the men know what they were doing. She felt his seed coat her interior walls, flooding her entire channel in an abundance of passion.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” she kept whispering, pillowing her head against her hands as she leaned against the wall. Her naked ass still arched high as she felt the orgasm ripple lightly through her. She felt his hand stroke her butt, tracing her crack. He softly caressed her back before following the curve of her waist to fondle her belly. He pulled her up to lean against his chest, still using his hands to touch her. He turned to lean against the wall and let her rest flush against his chest. He hadn’t bothered to adjust his pants, and she could feel his semi-erect cock nestled between her cheeks.

She didn’t know how long they stayed that way. His hands never stopped traveling over her exposed body. She luxuriated in the contact and would have stayed that way forever, but life intruded into fantasy all too often. They both heard the men talking as they walked by the occupied stall.

She bent over and began to pull up her panties, only to have her hands stopped when strong, work-roughened hands slowly drew her white thong up. He traced the edge of lace, adjusting the placement, which made her shiver at the delicate touch. She peeked at him over her shoulder and smiled into his smoldering eyes. She reached down again for her pants, and a squeal passed her lips in surprise when he smacked her ass. Hard.

“Hurry up. We have a lot of work to do. You are a wicked distraction,” Donavan commented as he shoved his semi-hard cock into his jeans.

He stopped her just before opening the door and pulled her back into his arms. She looked up and met his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

They made their way up the aisle out onto the back portion of the barn where she could see several cowboys working.

His piercing whistle had a few heads turning their way, but his signal was for Mac, who rode up to them.

“Yeah, boss?” Mac asked. Liana thought she heard a note of trepidation in his voice and knew the reason why. She could have been hurt if she hadn’t been an expert at cutting. He shouldn’t have placed her in that position. She wasn’t going to say anything to the boys, but if he tried anything like that again with anyone else, she would do something about it.

“Can you put Liana to work? She is a registered vet technician, and as she demonstrated earlier, she can handle a horse. I know Doc is going to come sometime tomorrow so maybe you can introduce them if I’m not around.” Donavan kissed her before he headed off.

Mac watched Donavan walk away and turned to face Liana.

“We are in the process of training. Would you like to help with that?” he asked instead of ordering her.
He's learned his lesson.
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She nodded and walked beside him as he kept his horse at a slow walk. She climbed up onto the railing as a young horse went through his paces. In each pen she could see the same thing in different stages. Her brother-in-law's operation was similar but on a much smaller scale. Mac pointed to a pen with a horse tied up waiting for a rider.

“Gus will explain the horse’s training,” Mac said.

“What’s her name?” she asked.

“Her name is Misty May. The boys call her M & M, though.” Gus chuckled, coming up behind the pair. He was riding a beautiful sorrel with a white blaze down the center of his nose.

“I’ll leave her to you, Gus,” Mac said, turning his horse to get away as quickly as possible.

Gus shook his head and helped to introduce Misty to her.

Misty turned out to be a love, slobbering all over her shirt in hello. She didn't fidget when her cinch was tightened and her reins adjusted.

“She’s actually one of the furthest along. I was ready to hop on her to see her potential before determining in what event I was going to enter her. I would be honored if you had a go at her.” Gus smiled at her.

Liana laughed and mounted. Misty’s ears flicked forward, showing she was clearly enjoying her work. She backed up fast and did the whip around on planted hooves with ease. Her deep cuts could use some limbering and so she set about working the kinks out of those. She called out for a couple of calves and pointed Misty in that direction when they came in. The cuts flowed smoothly and the jump backs flawless in the effort to separate the one calf from the other. Misty followed her rider’s signal, trusting the direction. The hour went by fast as rider and horse became one.

Liana felt Misty tire and didn’t want to sour her for the work. She walked her around the pen to get her muscles cooled down. Gus had a huge grin on his face and rode into the pen to talk to her.

“That was a treat. She worked better for you than her trainer,” Gus said.

“Gus, I don’t want any more hard feelings than there already are here. Could you not say anything to the other men about this? I have been training cutters since I was twelve years old. It is natural for me to immediately know where a horse is in its training. My dad was William Blain, Gus.” She waited, and sure enough, Gus started gaping at her.

“Holy shit! No wonder you are such a natural. Do Donavan and Chase know? Your father was their hero growing up. Hell, he was mine, and I am his same age. I was sorry, though, to hear about his passing. He was a legend and will be missed.”

“Thank you. I know he would have gotten a kick out of having an old codger like you worshipping him,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Old codger, hah. Very funny. Don’t worry, I will only tell Chase and Donavan. They are my bosses. Old codger!.” Gus's belly laugh was contagious and had her joining him in no time.

That is how Chase found them. He saw them walking around the perimeter of a pen. He dismounted and sat up on the top rail until they stopped abreast of his position.

“Kitten, are you ready to go shopping?” he asked her when she stopped laughing to smile up at him.

“Shopping? For what?” she asked, not remembering that she was in essence wearing the only set of clothes she had.

“Well, if you want to walk around the house naked, I, for one, have no problem with that,” he said angelically.

Gus laughed at her expression.

“Let me put the horse up, and I will be ready.” She laughed at him and shook her head at his playfulness.

His laughter trailed behind him as he led his horse to the barn.

“Leave Misty here. We take all the mares to the foaling barn so the stallions can get some rest during the night,” Gus said as he went to check on the other trainers.

She was going about her work of loosening the saddle and was startled when a feminine voice barked behind her.

“Who the hell are you?”

Liana turned and realized that the woman was talking to her. She was without a doubt a very beautiful woman. Straight blonde hair, which hung freely down her back, covered by a fashionable cowboy hat that no self-respecting cowgirl would ever work in. The tight fit of the clothing she wore left little about her body to the imagination. The angry blue eyes glared at her, accompanied by the fist on the hips clearly expecting an answer.

“Excuse me?” Liana asked in bewilderment.

“I didn’t stutter. Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“Well, my name is Liana McCarty, and I am unsaddling this horse,” she answered, just as succinctly. The woman was obviously upset, not to mention very rude.

* * * *

“Who hired you?” What Diana saw before her was competition. The girl was ravishing. She’d been estranged from Chase and Donavan for a month and in that time had come to realize what a huge mistake she had made. She was incensed that this girl was her replacement. When the girl answered, her worst fears were recognized.

“Chase and Donavan have me working here,” Liana said.

“You can get your ass out of here. Chase and Donavan are mine, and I am not letting some two-bit, wannabe cowgirl spread her legs like a whore for my men,” Diana grated out, turning her beautiful face rather ugly.

“Liana, come here,” Chase said as he came to a halt beside the women. He put his arm around Liana when she walked to him and turned with her firmly against his side.

“Diana, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Chase asked pleasantly, as if every day an ex-lover showed up.

“Chase, what’s the meaning of this? Why is this girl here?” Her high-pitched voice startled a few of the horses as they walked by. It also brought every pair of eyes to the debacle unfolding in front of the barn.

* * * *

Oh, this is going to be pleasant
, Liana thought. She knew that the boys had had women aplenty before. She wasn’t an idiot. Of course, to have one confront her and call her a whore wasn’t something she thought would ever happen in her lifetime. She thought these things happened in books, movies, or country music songs for God's sake.

“Diana, you are the one who decided that two men were not enough for you. I remember the conversation well. Or should I say I remember walking into your apartment and finding Jimmy Wentworth between your legs. That pretty much told me you needed more than Donavan and I could give you,” Chase said.

“Oh, Chase, you know I love you. Jimmy was just a small mistake. You, Donavan, and I are made for each other, honey. This fat bitch doesn’t hold a candle to what I can do in bed with you two.” Diana shot daggers at the girl cuddled against his side.

“Hello, missus Diana. How are you doing this fine day?” Gus said, riding up to the arguing trio. “Hey, you were at Forth Worth last year, weren’t you?”

“Yeah. So what?” she petulantly asked at the interruption.

“Then you probably know Liana. She won the NCHA National Championship, making her the top-grossing woman in cutting horse history. I think you actually gave her the trophy and the check for twenty-five thousand dollars if I remember correctly.” His glee was only half kept in check. The stupefied expression on her face was priceless.

“Boy, what a small world we live in,” he commented as he watched her flounce off. “Was it something I said?”