Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Tripp
I had clocked her the second we walked in and one look at her had made my spent cock go rock hard.
She’s older than us, I’m pretty sure, but she has perky breasts underneath her fitted purple tee, and her dark-wash jeans hug her hips, accentuating an ass that just won’t quit.
There’s no ring on her finger either. That was the second thing I’d noticed.
She has a beautiful smile, full pink lips and sparkling teeth.
And her smile doesn’t even falter when I tell her to call us Daddy.
She smirks, raising her brows and replies, “Sounds kinky.”
Oh she is so ours.
I shrug. “Maybe. How do you feel about that?”
Her cheeks flush. She looks down at the bar top then up to meet my eyes. “I might like it.”
“Well that seems fortuitous. How about we pick you up at midnight?”
Beside me Levi clears his throat. I know exactly what his issue is.
I’m normally very strict about getting a full eight hours before showtime, and going through a rigorous morning routine of workout, meditation and practice.
A date of any kind does not fit into my schedule.
But this is an exception I’m willing to make.
This girl. This town. This night. I have a very good feeling about all of it.
Marci doesn’t look as certain. The corners of her mouth twist into a frown. “So the date starts at midnight? You do realize this town closes down at sunset? Aside from the twenty-four-hour corner store, there’s not a thing for us to do at that time.”
“We’re aware how small towns work. But we figured you could always come back to our place. We’ve got a nice little trailer at a park just outside town.”
“I don’t put out on a first date,” Marci says wryly.
“And we don’t indulge our carnal desires the day before a show. So we’re on the same page. So, Marci, what do you say?”
She still looks dubious. “What are we gonna do then? Wouldn’t it be better to just wait, and like meet up in the morning for breakfast or something? It would make more sense.”
“It would,” I agree cheerfully, then grab her hand. “But here’s the thing. I’ve got a good feeling, and I don’t want to waste a minute that we could be getting to know you.”
“That’s very… swoon-worthy and suave. But again, it’ll be midnight and there’s nothing to do. So if sex is off the table, what would be the point?”
“Don’t question it, Marci! Just live a little.” A curvy brunette appears beside her, smacking her on the arm. “You promised!”
Another waitress, I assume. But then she sticks her hand out, and when I take it she says, “Calliope King, mayor. Welcome to Blue River. You’re here for the rodeo, I presume?”
“You presume correctly, Madame Mayor. We’re here for the rodeo, and maybe a little fun. Thinking about maybe sticking around for a while. If the scenery happens to catch our interest.”
“Oh, I see.” Calliope beams. “Well I'm certain you’ll find our little town to be just what you’re looking for. And I’m just as certain that Marci here would love to be the one to show you all the sights, and erm… the ins and outs of Blue River. She just loves doing her civic duty.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” Marci mutters to her friend through clenched teeth.
The mayor ignores her and flashes me a mega-watt smile. Her gaze darts to Levi and back again. “You know, Marci is part of the town Welcome Wagon. So I think you picked the exact perfect person to introduce you to everything our little town has to offer.”
“Well now,’ I drawl, “isn’t that just perfect?”
Madame Mayor nods, still looking between the three of us. “If I dare say, I think you’ll find that Blue River is the perfect place for you to settle down.”
Levi speaks up. “Only if we win.” He rolls his eyes. “Tripp’s kind of superstitious that way.”
“Oh.” Marci and the Mayor blink in unison. The mayor recovers first. “Well then, I wish you a very fortuitous ride. Both of you. Or should I say all three of you.”
Marci’s cheeks flame and her eyes about bulge out of their sockets. “Calliope!”
The mayor giggles, waves, and gets out of there as quickly as she had appeared, leaving Marci staring after her, shaking her head, her cheeks still brilliantly flushed.
Her hand flies to her chest and rests there, as if trying to calm a racing heartbeat. Finally she turns to us. “Calliope is… young. Well, younger than me. Probably closer to your age. She’s… very… presumptuous. I’m sorry. Ignore her.”
“Why would we? It was a very enlightening chat.”
Levi nods agreement. “And we were serious. We are interested in maybe settling down here. That’s not just a line.
It does seem like it would be… right up our alley.
” As if he wants to be very clear what he meant, he slips his hand into mine and leans in to press a kiss to my lips.
Nobody even blinks. Further proof that Blue River might just be the place we’ve been searching for.
But is Marci the woman we’ve been searching for?
I can’t wait to find out.
Levi
Tripp is more forward. He follows careful guidelines as closely as he follows absurd superstitions, but I can say one thing for sure. If he sees something he wants, he goes after it.
And he wants Marci.
I can’t blame him.
The waitress is a beauty. Wide hips, a juicy booty, ample breasts, a shy smile, and stunning blue-green eyes. Her feathered shoulder-length blonde hair frames her face, and only adds to her allure.
Her sweet shy demeanor is just the icing on the cake, and the way she puts herself down is sure to make Daddy’s palm itch with a vengeance that makes me shudder just thinking about it.
But he’s starting to win her over, I can tell. She wants to say yes, but something is holding her back.
I’m pretty sure it’s just the age gap, the worry what people will say and the fear that she won't be enough for us. She really doesn’t need to worry about all that.
Deciding to give both her and Tripp a break, I step forward and pour on every ounce of charm the good Lord had seen fit to give me. I’ve been told I had charisma in spades, I just don’t see the need to pull it out all that often. That’s what I have Tripp for.
But sometimes a soft heart needs the same. Tripp would trample all over her objections. She needs someone to hear them.
Taking her hand, I lift it to my lips, and meet her eyes as I press a kiss to the top of her knuckles.
“What Tripp is trying to say is that we don’t care about the age difference.
We think you’re a beautiful, intelligent and witty woman and we would love to get to know you more.
Aside from that, we are looking for a place to call home, and we think there’s a good chance Blue River is that place.
If it’s not, nothing more will happen. But we think it is, and we’re not looking for a fling or a one-night stand.
We’re looking for someone who will make the place that we choose to live truly feel like home, and Marci, we think that woman might be you. ”
“You don’t even know me!” Marci squeaks. But her eyes stay locked on mine, and she offers no further protests.
“You’re right,” Tripp agrees. “We don’t. And it’s a regret we hope to rectify as soon as possible.”
“Hey Marci!” A bubbly blonde appears at her side. “Mayor King said I should cover for you tonight.”
“What?” Marci’s eyes go wide with alarm. “She should not have done that. We are far too busy tonight for that. The rodeo’s in town and all.”
Marci levels us with a look. “In fact, I really can’t afford to stand around being chatty.”
“Oh no, Ma’am,” the blonde interjects, blocking her path when Marci made to move around the bar. “Mayor King was insistent. She said she’d cover for you tonight herself.”
“Well that’s ridiculous,” Marci mutters. “Calliope isn’t trained for serving.”
“She said she’d figure it out and you wouldn’t even have to pay her. It’s a community service.” The bubbly blonde has to be barely legal. Twenty-one and a handful of days probably. I’m not sure she’s even up for the task of dealing with a bunch of thirsty cowboys.
But before I can tell Marci it’s okay, the mayor appears again, coming around the side of the bar and shooing her away. “Go. You’re literally here around the clock, Marci. It’s okay to take a night off and do something for yourself.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” Marci grumbles.
“No, exactly. You say it is to everyone but yourself. Set a good example for your employees, Miss Ma’am.” Calliope crosses her arms over her chest. “Hand over your apron.”
Marci’s practically snarling, but when Calliope holds out her hand, Marci tugs the apron from around her neck and gives it to her.
“If I get axe-murdered, it’s all your fault,” she grumbles under her breath.
“Noted.” Calliope tries to sound serious, but her eyes sparkle, giving away the laughter she’s holding in.
With a deep breath, and several backward glances as if there’s a chance her friends will let her off the hook, Marci finally comes around to stand in front of us.
“Well gentlemen, it looks like I’m all yours for the evening after all. So, what did you want to do?”