Ashton
A sh was fed up with the annoying humming noises that Jamison was making while they finished their evening chores. He knew that Regan had been a welcome change for them both, but his best friend was downright chipper, and it was starting to become fucking annoying.
“Shut the fuck up man,” Ash barked. He was tired and ready to call it a night, but they still needed to bring in cattle from the South pasture.
Jamison chuckled, “What the hell do you have to be so grumpy about Ash? We have the woman of our dreams tucked away in our house and she’s going to stay. What more could you want?”
Ash knew that Jamison was right, they were so damn lucky that she took the job. Especially after the two of them invaded her personal space, not being able to keep their hands off her. He thought for sure that she would turn them down and run as far away as possible, but she didn’t. She seemed fine with all the PDA.
“You’re right, man. Sorry.” Ash moved a bale of hay into the corner and pulled off his work gloves. “I’m just trying to figure out why you seem so chipper. I mean, you are usually the one who complains the entire time we are doing evening chores, so what’s different tonight?” Jamison looked up from where he was feeding the calves and shot Ash an evil smile.
“Fuck,” Ash pulled back on his gloves and moved another bale of hay, stacking it onto the pile. “You fucking kissed her, didn’t you? I thought that we were going to give her some space, not wanting to scare her off and you fucking go and stick your tongue down her throat.” Jamison’s wicked smile broadened telling Ash that he hit the nail on the head.
“I didn’t plan it, Ash. It just, well—it just happened,” Jamison said.
“Dammit Jamison, we had a plan.” Ash couldn’t decide what he was more upset about—the fact that Jamison wasn’t following the bro code or that he wasn’t the one kissing Regan goodnight.
“She thought that I didn’t want to hear about her personal life, as if she had overstepped or something. It pissed me off that she seemed so uncomfortable around me, so I kissed her. If that didn’t convince her that I’m interested, nothing will.” Ash shook his head in disgust. He wanted to just get done and head back into the house to shower. It had been a long ass day, and he was ready to call it.
“She’s a natural submissive.” Ash froze, not quite sure that he heard Jamison correctly. “When I kissed her she was willing and ready for more. I’m the one who left and fuck, I wanted to stay in that room with her. She tasted like honey.” Jamison’s wicked smile was back in place. He liked to get Ash riled up and he was doing a damn good job of it.
“The point is that you were supposed to wait so that we could make our move as a united front. What happens if she only wants one of us now?” Ash worried about that all day, ever since Jamison brought up the subject earlier. Regan showed up on their front porch and turned their lives upside down. She was even more beautiful in person, making him ache with need. If Regan decided that she didn’t want them or worse, only wanted one of them, he didn’t know what they would do. Sure, he had dated women on his own but nothing serious. He liked that he and Jamison were a team, both owning the farm and in the bedroom.
Rumors had flown around town about what they liked to do—sharing women. They made the mistake of dating a few local women and when things didn’t work out—well, hell hath no fury like a jilted woman. The town picked up the gossip and it spread like wildfire but the two of them never really cared what other people thought. One day, Jamison came home from the local feed store pissed because some jackass had started a lie that they were gay and that they just brought women into the mix to keep things interesting. Ash didn’t give a fuck what people in town thought, their sex life wasn’t anyone’s business. He let that gossip go in one ear and out the other. But Jamison took it all personally. He didn’t get why people felt the need to label who or what they were, especially since they didn’t understand why the two liked to share women. It just felt natural to them; he couldn’t explain it. Sure, it was unconventional but fuck convention, they weren’t breaking the law or hurting anyone, so who cared how many people were in their bedroom?
“Did you see her at dinner? Regan responded to us both touching her, not pulling away. Hell, she even seemed to like it. I think we need to give her the benefit of the doubt and let her decide what she wants. Regan seems to be a smart woman and I’m betting that she will figure out the score and will be on board for a little kink.” Jamison finished up with the calves, “I’m heading out to bring in the rest of the cattle. Why don’t you call it a night and check on Regan, make sure she’s settling in?” Jamison grabbed the keys to the ATV and left.
His best friend was right, maybe checking in on Regan was what Ash needed. He stacked the last few bales and started for the main house. He’d shower and then go to check on their new employee to make sure that she was settling in. Ash would use any excuse to see Regan, even for just a few minutes.