Chapter 16
Mason
The taillights of Wade and Caleb’s truck disappear down the drive, taking Joelle and little Caleb with them. The house is quieter in their absence, but the atmosphere still holds the warmth of their visit.
Janey stands on the porch steps for a long moment with her arms wrapped around herself, staring after them with a thoughtful, faraway look in her eyes.
She has been like this since Joelle pulled her aside earlier, becoming quieter and more introspective. I can practically see the wheels turning in her head, and every protective instinct I have wants to reach in and ease whatever burden she has picked up.
I step up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, resting my chin on top of her head. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She leans back into me with a soft sigh. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”
Brookes joins us, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Come inside. Let us take care of you.”
She doesn’t argue, letting him lead her inside.
We settle her on the big leather couch in the living room.
I pull her feet into my lap and start rubbing them the way I did that night at her house, working slow, firm pressure into her arches and heels until some of the tension starts to leave her body.
Brookes sits at the other end so she can rest her head in his lap.
His fingers stroke gently through her hair as the opening credits of an old Western roll across the TV screen.
Janey lets out a contented little hum, her body softening between us. For a while, none of us speaks. The only sounds are the low dialogue from the movie, the crackle of the fireplace, and the occasional creak of the old house settling around us.
But my mind isn’t on the film.
It’s on the woman who’s so close but still feels remote.
I can’t concentrate on the movies when the soft curve of her stomach is there to distract me beneath the shirt she borrowed from me.
I’m mesmerized by the way her thighs press together when my thumbs find a tender spot in her foot.
And every time Brookes’s fingers brush the sensitive place behind her ear, she lets out a little sigh that makes me crazy.
We have been careful since she arrived, giving her space and letting her settle without pressure. No sex. Just comfort, conversation, and presence. But tonight, that restraint is starting to fray.
While the women took time to talk in private, me and my brother bent the ears of our cousins. Their advice was to show her exactly what life would be like here if she stayed. She has to see the reality of ranch life and know how it will feel to be shared by two cowboys.
So, that’s what tonight is about. I want her to feel every part of what life with us could be. The quiet evenings. The easy domesticity. The warmth of belonging. The heat and hunger.
And finally, the satisfaction.
I want her to understand how we can worship her for hours and still get up the next day to handle business.
Brookes catches my eye over her head, and the same need burns in his gaze. I nod to let him know we’re on the same page as Janey shifts restlessly, her breathing a little quicker now, as though she feels the change in the room.
Brookes’s voice is gruff when he finally speaks. “Come here, darlin’.”
He helps her sit up, then guides her onto his lap so she's straddling him, facing the TV. Her back rests against his chest, and he wraps one arm around her waist, holding her close while his other hand slowly pushes the hem of the oversized shirt up her thighs.
“Watch the movie,” he murmurs against her ear as he frees himself from his pants. “Don’t look away.”
Janey’s breath catches as he guides the rounded head of his cock through her folds. With his other hand, he rubs her clit in hard, tight circles until she arches her neck.
“So wet,” he growls in her ear. “So ready for me.”
My pulse kicks as she spreads her legs wider.
He notches himself at her entrance and slowly pulls her down, sinking into her inch by inch until she's fully seated on him, and a soft, broken whimper escapes her. Her hands grip his forearm tightly.
“Oh. Fuck, yeah. That’s it.” Brookes kisses the side of her neck. “Sit there and warm my cock like a good girl. Eyes on the screen.”
I move closer, sliding one hand up her inner thigh. My fingers find her swollen and slick clit, and I circle it with slow, teasing strokes. Janey jolts, her pussy clenching hard around Brookes.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips twitching upward. “She just soaked me.”
I keep the pressure light and maddening, giving her enough to make her tremble but holding back from the release she's already chasing. Every time she tries to rock her hips or shift for more friction, Brookes holds her still with a firm arm around her waist.
“Be still, sweetheart,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her throat. “You’re going to sit nice and full for us while we finish the movie.”
Janey whimpers again, her head falling back against Brookes’s shoulder. “Mason… please…”
“Soon.” I press a soft, teasing kiss to her lips, sucking first the top, then the bottom, before returning my attention to her clit, stroking her in lazy circles. “You’ve been so brave, coming here. Letting us in. Now let us take care of you properly.”
Brookes groans. “She’s creaming all over me. So fucking warm and tight.”
“Yeah?”
“Brookes,” Janey groans as he twists her nipple between his fingers.
We keep her like that for long minutes, impaled on Brookes, squirming and whimpering while I play with her clit.
Every time she gets close, I ease my hand away, and every time I do, she makes the prettiest desperate sounds, half frustrated and half blissed out, like she doesn’t know whether to beg or melt.
By the time the credits start rolling, she’s trembling all over.
Brookes nips at her earlobe. “Now you can move, baby.”
Janey doesn’t hesitate. She braces her hands on his thighs and starts riding him fast, chasing the release we’ve been denying her. I kneel beside them, kissing her deeply while my fingers return to her clit, rubbing firm, perfect circles.
She comes hard, crying out into my mouth as she clamps down around Brookes. He follows right after with a deep groan, gripping her hips and holding her down as he fills her.
Our ragged breathing overshadows the movie ending.
Brookes presses soft kisses along her shoulder while I cup her face, brushing my thumb over her flushed cheek. Janey looks dazed and tender and so damn beautiful it makes my chest ache.
“You belong here with us,” I whisper against her lips. “All of you. Every part. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Janey doesn’t answer with words. She pulls me in for another kiss, then turns her head to do the same with Brookes, trembling between us, still full of him.
“Don’t think we’re done with you,” I say, palming my impossibly hard dick. “We’re only getting started.”