Two Wild for Teacher: Lone Star Lovers, Book 6 (3 page)

Fact was, she was a frugal woman with modest needs. She didn’t spend a lot on clothes, did her own nails, and other than a trim a couple of times a year, didn’t spend it at the beauty shop. Her house was finished to her liking. However, her yard, especially the backyard, was in need of a little TLC to make it a perfect haven from the world.

She opened the towel and swung it behind her, rubbing her back and bottom then brought it forward to dry her breasts. The terrycloth abraded her nipples, just enough she was aware but not enough to excite. She’d had enough excitement for one day.

The twins had had their fun. Her mind almost got away from her when she thought about how they’d looked, standing in her bedroom doorway to peek inside.

Something no man had ever done. Not since she’d had her satellite dish and receivers installed had a man even traipsed up her stairs, and that had been shortly after she’d bought the house her second year in Two Mule. Not that she was a prude, but, at first, she’d been busy trying to be the best teacher she could, spending evenings over lesson plans, tutoring after school, lending her supervision to several school-related clubs.

When she’d finally grown comfortable in her job and her role, she’d felt awkward stepping outside it. Sure, she attended functions at church, but there again, parents sought her out to talk about their children. She’d begun to feel as though her life was predetermined, that maybe, this was all she was supposed to be. A child’s teacher. Never his or her mother. And the thought of the actual baby-making… She no longer felt comfortable in her own skin. When she looked into a mirror, she saw a pale moon of a face, a figure more suited to plain shirts and dowdy skirts than one that might entice a healthy, horny male.

The sexual side of her was dormant, unawakened, except for brief moments like today, whenever she spied the twins in town or at the diner. Always, the two of them reminded her of her first days here, about her unexpected and unwanted attraction to them both.

Molly rubbed the soft terry over her nipples again. The tips were fully engorged, so sensitive each back and forth pass shot darts of hunger straight toward her womb.

Not that she was ashamed about how easily they affected her. Intellectually, she understood her reactions were natural. They were beautiful specimens of manhood who exuded sexual confidence. Something she, as a relative novice, responded to on a very primal level…

Primal.
A word she loved. One that made her think of sweaty, naked bodies. A word she could roll around her tongue…

And good Lord, she was thinking about them again! Her skin felt warmer, her breasts heavier, her nipples tingly and tight.

In the moment she stood inventorying her physical reactions, she was right back at square one—intensely aroused and overheated. Her brain short-circuiting, letting her hunger grow.

She wondered where she’d stashed the vibrator she’d bought the last time she’d visited her family in Houston. She’d been shopping with her sister Sarah who had nagged her about all the elusive details regarding her private life until she’d discovered Molly didn’t have a sex life to gossip about. Sarah had made it her mission to find her a vibrator sure to awaken her dormant hormones.

The unopened box was probably somewhere deep in her closet. Top shelf, behind her Snuggie. And if that wasn’t the definition of a spinster, she didn’t know what was. Short of the prerequisite dozen cats, she was well on her way.

She finished with the towel, hung it over the rail to dry, slipped her glasses on and reached for her robe for the walk to her bedroom, but then decided she could walk naked through her own damn house. Feeling daring, and knowing it was daylight so her silhouette passing any windows wouldn’t be seen from the road, she strode into her bedroom, picked up the stool in front of her vanity and carried it to the closet.

When she was on her tiptoes atop the cushioned seat, reaching to the farthest corner, she heard a sound coming from her backyard. A metallic
chink
, then a soft masculine curse.

Curious, she leaned back and tugged her lace curtains to open them just a couple inches and peered down through the branches of the mimosa tree, into her yard. The sight that greeted her caused her breath to hitch.

The twins stood in her backyard, in the center of the area she’d neatly staked and tied with twine to define the place she intended to put her koi pond. And they’d made a mess. Clumps of turf lay beside the big hole they’d dug. Water ran freely from a hose into the middle of a muddy pit. The black pool liner she’d bought and left leaning against the garage had been dragged beside the hole.

Anger flushed another kind of heat through her veins, and she climbed off the stool, hurried to the bathroom for her robe, and then she was stomping down her stairs to the sliding glass door, which she slammed open with all her righteous anger.

Two begrimed faces turned her way. Before she let herself think better of her plan, she was standing in front of them with her sheer bathrobe flapping in a breeze and staring at two broad, naked
muddy
chests. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, trying to temper her voice, because she didn’t want neighbors hearing her screeching like a banshee.

Mace’s gaze raked over her body. “Wishin’ I had x-ray vision,” he drawled.

Molly scowled and clutched the lapels of her robe in one hand. “I’m talking about this!” she said, waving her other hand at the rapidly filling hole.

Mace shrugged. “Dirt was too hard. And since we couldn’t find a pick or a backhoe in your garage—”

“You think I’d have a backhoe?”

“Or a pick…”

“You were rummaging through my garage?” she said, her voice raising.

“It wasn’t locked.”

She rolled her eyes. “Why are you digging up my yard?”

“We saw the stakes, found the pool that fits the space you marked off…” He shrugged again, a little smile tilting up the corners of his mouth as he gave her body another sly once-over.

She hoped like hell the bright sunshine wasn’t giving him that x-ray vision. “I don’t need your help. And now I have a huge mess—”

Jason cleared his throat, pulling her attention to a sharp, crystal gaze alight with amusement. “It only looks like a mess ’cause of the mud. But actually, we have more dug here than you can see.”

Molly gaped at both men, covered in sweat and dirt, but somehow still looking more attractive than she could stand. She felt moisture pool beneath her feet and glanced down at the hose still gurgling water into the pit they’d dug. Before she could suppress the urge, she bent and picked it up, pressed her thumb over the end to increase the pressure and aimed it at Jason, spraying him with water.

His eyes closed and he stood in the stream, water running off his face to his chest and soaking his jeans.

Mace erupted in laughter, but quickly shut up the moment she turned the hose on him. When he lifted a foot to climb out of the hole, he slipped and landed on his butt in the middle of the muddy pool.

Elation filled her and she laughed, still spraying. But Jason climbed on his hands and knees, over the edge, toward her. She dropped the hose and turned to make a run for it, but he caught the hem of her bathrobe, and jerked it toward him.

Her feet slipped beneath her and she began to fall backward…into a pair of strong arms which wrapped around her and carried her down to one side of the muddy pit, to soft, gooey ground—with those same arms buffeting the fall.

When she caught her breath, she was covered head to toe by one very wet, very amused man. Mud oozed between her toes and beneath the back of her robe, and both lapels had pulled apart. Although his body shielded her from view, nothing stood between their naked chests.

Jason leaned to one side and lifted one finger.

Her eyes nearly crossed watching it descend toward her face.

He pushed up her glasses. “Seems we got ourselves a situation here,” he drawled, settling on his elbows to take a little of his weight off her.

She opened her mouth to demand he move, but then Mace sauntered into view to take up a position leaning against her back porch to watch the couple in the muddy hole. If Jason did move, both men would have an unencumbered view of her torso.

Molly became aware of every sensation: the heavy chest pressing against her stiff nipples, the jut of his jeans-enclosed sex against her mound. She swallowed hard. “Seems we do. I…apologize for acting like a crazy woman.”

Jason grunted and his chest jerked against hers. “You’re not sorry.”

Knowing she was at a distinct disadvantage, she nevertheless lifted her chin. “It’s just plain rude to disagree with me. I’m trying to handle this delicately.”

“Only handlin’ to be done will be done by me—and Mace here, if you ask real pretty.”

Her mouth dropped open. Shock vibrated through her. “You did not just say that to me.”

His eyes narrowed. His jaw tightened just a fraction. “I said it. I’d like to do a whole lot more. Fact is, I like the way you feel, Miz Pritchet, all stretched out underneath me.”

She drew in a sharp breath. “This was a mistake.”

“Moved up our timetable a bit, but this is no mistake.”

“Your timetable?” she parroted dumbly, her mind and tongue seeming to freeze as he moved against her, snuggling the bulge in the front of his jeans between her legs.

“We planned to woo you gently, like you deserve,” he said, his tone silky, “by spendin’ time with you, helpin’ you sink that pond, then maybe enjoyin’ a meal before we sweet-talked you into that pretty bed you’ve got upstairs.”

“That would never happen. I was your teacher.”

“See there? That’s a piss-poor excuse, ma’am. Pardon my French, but that was eight years ago. We aren’t kids anymore.”

“I’m still older than you. Old enough not to want to play games.”

“Only by five years. Not enough to cause anyone any problems. Unless you don’t think we’re good enough for you. You should know, we ain’t exactly without prospects.”

Molly held still, resisting the need to squirm beneath him even though the urge was strong. His jeans-covered cock was right there, and the thought of the friction… “You keep saying
we
. Do you seriously expect me to…be with both of you?” She sniffed. “It’s sinful to even suggest it.”

He gave her a quick, wicked smile, then did the thing she craved most—flexed his hips and ground the hard ridge right between her folds. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” he whispered. “Even before today. As many times as you’ve caught us lookin’ at you, we’ve caught your stare.”

She closed her mouth. To deny it would be ridiculous. He’d know she was lying. “If you’ll both close your eyes, and you’ll lift up, I could close my robe.”

Blue eyes burned. “Molly…”

It was the first time either of them had called her by her given name. And the sound of it, coming from his lips, was her undoing. Suddenly, she wasn’t
teacher
and he wasn’t
student
. They were a man and a woman, gazing into each other’s eyes, and she was beginning to melt beneath the heat of his very aroused body. “Jason…”

He must have known her resolution was wilting. His smile was softer. More satisfied. “I never gave it much thought, how you always knew, from day one, which one I was. Says something, don’t you think?”

She shook her head.

“Says you’ve been aware of us. Thought about us.
Know
us.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“And that’s okay. Because we know a lot. We’ll make this easy for you.”

“Easy? I have a reputation to protect.”

“You think we want anyone lookin’ at you, decidin’ you’re a whore ’cause you chose us? We’ll keep this our secret. For a while. Long enough for you to decide whether you’re strong enough to call us your own.”

Molly nearly wept. Eight years of denial, of subduing every natural instinct, crumbled beneath the weight of his body and steady stare. “I must be out of my mind.”

“Makes three of us, sweetheart. Crazy in lust.”

Not love, she noted, but then she knew something about the two of them. Knew their history, at least what she’d gleaned from Gracie Logan, who’d met often with the school counselor because both Mace and Jason couldn’t seem to keep out of trouble. Never anything really bad, just the sort of trouble two rambunctious young men inevitably found.

They’d been the product of a broken home. Raised by an unmarried mother and a no-account dad until the mother had let life and a substance abuse problem kill her.

No, neither young man would ever be easy about falling in love. That way led to pain, and they’d taken great care to let the world know they were only interested in short-term pleasure.

Perhaps, therein lay the answer. For her. A chance to let loose. To explore a part of her life she’d let go fallow. She cleared her throat. “No one has to know?”

His gaze bored into hers. “Not until you’re ready.”

She’d never be ready for that. But a chance to have a little fun—without having to find the vibrator at the back of the closet…?

“She’s thinkin’ about it, Mace,” Jason said without looking away from her.

“You should let me up. The neighbors…”

“Mace’ll be our lookout.”