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

The little blue Scion’s engine sounded like an overheated lawnmower as it bumped along the gravel drive to halt beside the house. Jason winced as the little car ground to a halt.

“Think she drove in second gear the whole way here?” Sam Logan drawled from the porch where he’d taken a seat on the top step to watch the twins at work.

“Looks like she’s so mad she forgot to change ’em,” Mace said, his voice even. He leaned on the shovel and tilted back his cowboy hat to get a better look.

Jason threw down the bandanna he’d used to wipe sweat from his face and sauntered toward the little car. However, before he could reach for the handle to help her out, she shoved it open hard, hitting the side of his thigh. He grimaced, but forced a smile. “Hey, sugarplum. You get a nice nap?”

It was the wrong thing to say.

Molly’s face screwed up into a fearsome scowl as she flounced out of the vehicle. “You have something of mine.”

Jason clapped a hand over his heart. “It’s beating only for you.”

“Cut the crap, Romeo. You two stole my pond.”

He suppressed a grin because her little hissy-fit was adorable. “Beg to differ. We simply relocated it.”

“What?”

He stepped aside. Her gaze went to Mace who tamped down another shovel of dirt, filling in the sides around the pond they’d sunk in the front yard, just off the porch.

Mace swiped his forearm over his sweaty face. “Had to use picks, all right. And a backhoe. But she’s ready for water.”

Molly stomped over to the pond liner, now set firmly in the ground. “Well, you can just dig it right up again. That’s mine!” she said, pointing a finger toward it. Then she raised her hand and stubbed her finger against Mace’s chest. “The nerve! Did you romance me for my pond?”

Mace laughed and grabbed her finger, using it to pull her closer.

Her heels dug into the grass, and she resisted, her face getting redder by the second.

Jason walked up behind her, set his hands on her hips and snugged his body close to hers. “Easy, now,” he said softly next to her ear. “We’ll stop teasing. Give us a second to explain.”

She stood rigid between them, her chest heaving with her angry breaths. “There’s nothing you have to say that I want to hear.”

“Yes, there is… Baby, it’s gonna be okay.”

Her head turned, brows still scowling, but something dark and hurt glittered in her eyes. “No more games. No more playing with me. It ends.”

Jason shook his head. “We’re only startin’, baby. But we didn’t do this right. We didn’t expect to be away this long. We would never have deliberately hurt you.”

Mace flung his cowboy hat aside and stepped closer too, trapping her between the two of them. Her hands came up to shove him away, but Mace bent toward her and kissed her.

Leave it to Mace to go straight for her heart.

Jason felt the moment when the anger drained away. Her body swayed, her head tilted back, resting on his shoulder while Mace gave her the kiss she needed. Jason slipped his hands around her belly and hugged her, then began to murmur softly in her ear. “We wanted the pond sunk before you woke. We planned to have you over. Meet the family. Show you the house and the plans we have to make it right for you.”

She whimpered and drew back from Mace’s kiss. Her head turned toward Jason, confusion clouding her sage-colored eyes. “What are you saying?”

“That we didn’t lie, Molly. We want you. Not just for today. Not just for a week. We want forever.”

“But…”

Mace kissed her cheek. “We love you. We’ve decided you’re the one for us.”

“You’ve decided…?” She shook her head. “That’s ridiculous. I can’t have you both.”

“Why not?” Jason asked, feathering the side of her neck with light kisses. “You want us. We’re good together—
fuck, better than good
. And we’ll spend our lives makin’ you happy.”

“But you don’t know me. This is too quick.”

“We know you want a family. Kids of your own. So do we.”

Her body stiffened again. “Kids who won’t know who their daddy is?”

Jason glided his hands up to cup her breasts, not to arouse, but to soothe, then slid them again, one curving around her shoulder, the other on her hip. “Does it matter? We’ll both be their father. We shared a womb. We damn near share the same mind, and we both want you.”

Molly stayed silent and so still that Jason worried they’d gone about this whole thing the wrong way. That they’d blown their chances with her by rushing her.

“I wouldn’t be able to teach anymore…” she said weakly.

Not an emphatic
no
to his suggestion. He breathed a little easier and gave his brother a stare to tell him to let him handle this.

Mace’s lips tightened, but he nodded.

Jason sighed. “What we want isn’t wrong, Molly. But one of us will marry you. If you want to keep teachin’, we can keep secret the fact you’re sharin’ a bed with both of us.”

Her head shook side to side, but her body was relaxing, leaning into his caresses. “But that wouldn’t be fair. Not to one of you. And I couldn’t keep a secret that big. Not when I kiss one of you, then the next day kiss the other where people can see.”

“Folks can’t keep us straight anyway. How’d they know?”

“They’d know,” she said, her voice softening to a whisper, “because when the two of you are together, I can’t help myself…”

“Can’t help what, sweetheart?” he said just as quietly.

Her head dipped. “I can’t help what you make me want. I can’t help touching you. Kissing you. Melting like goo if you give me a wink.”

Mace’s expression changed, love gleaming in his eyes, concern etching the edge of his jaw.

Jason kissed her cheek again and hugged her. “Do you love us?” he asked softly.

“I shouldn’t. It’s too soon.”

A silly excuse, given how long this moment had been in the making. “It’s not. We’ve known each other for years. Think, Molly. You haven’t taken a lover in all that time. You waited for us.”

Her head shook again. “I was busy.”

Mace leaned in, rubbing his forehead against hers. “Busy waitin’ for us to grow up?”

Jason tucked a finger under her jaw to turn her face so he could see her expression. All her uncertainty, her confusion shone in her glossy green eyes, only magnified by the lenses. “We had a plan. A good one. We’d have wooed you slowly. Made ourselves indispensible in your life. But you surprised us. Baby, you’re ready for us. Ready to be ours. Now, if you want time to think, to be sure, we’ll back off. But why waste time? We’re here. We’re sure. You don’t have to wait to make that family you need. You have one. Ours.”

“Might need to give that girl some room to breathe,” Sam called from the porch.

All three turned startled glances his way. Jason had forgotten he was there.

Molly jerked as though she expected him and Mace to move away, but they stood firm, waiting as their father rose from the top step and dusted off his jeans before ambling toward them.

His expression was neutral, but his smoky gray eyes were alert, searching when he looked down into Molly’s eyes. “Ma’am, these boys may have gone about this all wrong, but they have good hearts. They won’t ever cheat. They won’t ever raise their hands or voices to a woman—’cept when they’re bein’ ornery. They told me they’d found themselves a wife. If you’re wonderin’ whether you’ll find acceptance, you might not find all folks happy about your arrangement, but you won’t have any trouble here.” Sam glanced at both of his sons, gave them a grave nod, then walked away. Whistling.

Mace’s eyes wrinkled at the corners with silent laughter. “Think maybe we should take this
discussion
inside?”

Jason remembered the last time the two of them had brought a woman home. Ellie Harker had been livid, a writhing bundle they’d hoisted between the two of them before they’d decided they’d have to tie her to a chair while they talked sense to her.

Mace’s eyebrow arched. “Look how that turned out.”

Jason grinned over Molly’s head, turned her with a quick twist of his hands on her shoulders and bent to pick her up. With the woman they both loved folded over his shoulder and just beginning to wiggle, he bounded up the porch stairs.

Mace followed close on Jason’s heels, eager for the coming confrontation. Molly still had doubts, not about whether she wanted them, but about whether she was doing the right thing. Not that he blamed her a bit. Some folks weren’t too kind about the alternate living arrangements that seemed to be popping up all around the county. Ellie had had her share of snide remarks and he knew she smarted over the intolerance.

Speaking of which, Ellie poked her head out of the kitchen just as Jason slammed through the front door. Her mouth dropped open then clamped closed, but not before he saw the twinkle in her eyes as she ducked back inside.

Yep, she’d have a sister-in-law in no time to commiserate over all the stubborn men who lived in the house. Her complaints about the place stinking up with testosterone would quiet as she and Molly got to know each other and shared the burdens of being ranch wives.

Molly’s concerns over whether she’d be allowed to teach didn’t amount to a hill of beans. He and Jason would have to fill her belly quick to make sure she never stepped foot in a classroom again, unless she decided to home school all the kids the Logan boys were going to make.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Molly grumbled loudly as Jason turned down the hallway toward his bedroom.

“Don’t know why you always ask that?” Mace said cheerfully. “You know the damn answer. We’re gonna get you nekkid, get you between us, and remind you that you matter.”

“I don’t have to be
nekkid
to be reminded. All you have to do is tell me.”

“Wouldn’t be near as much fun, sweetheart.”

Jason chuckled, opened his bedroom door and carried her to the bed, where he flung her down in the center then crawled over her squirming body until she grew still.

“That’s effective,” Mace said, making a mental note that all future arguments should end just like that. He reached to grab the glasses Jason swiped from her face.

Jason rose up to straddle her waist and rucked up her T-shirt, forcing her arms over her head to remove it. Then he went to work on the front clasp of her bra.

Her hands covered her tits the moment he had them freed. “I haven’t finished talking,” she muttered.

“Doesn’t matter if you keep yappin’, woman. Won’t change a damn thing.”

“I’m still angry. We shouldn’t do this when we’re angry.”

Jason scooted down her body, fingers slipping into her waistband to pull down her pants. “Who says? Seems the perfect time to let you work out a bit of that aggression.”

“But I’ll never win an argument!”

Both men laughed.

Mace folded her glasses and placed them carefully on the table. Then he sat on the side of the mattress and chucked off his boots as Jason finished stripping her nude and tossing away her clothing. “Fact is, you’ll win every damn time,” he said, smiling. “If you’re smart. All you have to do is put your hands on our privates—”

Her eyes bugged. “Mace!”

Jason turned his head. “Love the way she says that. Used to get me hard when she said my name like that and tapped the side of my desk to get me to look at my tests.”

“I loved it when she’d erase the whiteboard. Her butt would get to jiggling…”

“Boys!”

“We’re not boys!” both men said, humor draining from their faces.

Chapter Five

Mace ripped his shirt over his head, opened his belt and shoved down his pants. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he jiggled it. “Maybe we should make sure she doesn’t forget again, Jason.”

Jason gave a waggle of his eyebrows. “Seems you’re farther along than I am. How about you keep her busy while I finish strippin’.” He rolled off Molly.

Molly pushed up, legs nearly clearing the side of the bed, but Mace pressed his hand against the center of her chest and forced her to lie back. Then he thrust his arms beneath her knees, pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, and leaned over her. With a single nudge, his cock found her center.

Her mouth opened on a sharp, indrawn breath.

“Say you don’t want it and I’ll stop,” he said, knowing by the instant glazing of her eyes, she couldn’t refuse.

“This is crazy. What the hell’s your father going to think?”

“That we took our goddamn sweet time. He met and married his wife inside a weekend.”

“But I can’t marry you both.”

“That what’s got you worried? That we’d make you choose?”

“That’s just one thing that’s problematic about this…relationship.”

“
Problematic?
” Mace shook his head. “Don’t know how you can even think big words when I’m about to come inside you. My brain’s about to shut down.”

A dark brow arched. “It’s the difference between boys and girls.”

“Molly, Molly…” he replied silkily. “There’s a helluva lot more differences. Want me to show you one?”