Chapter 10
Kiki
It’s been three months of pure hedonism with Colt and Cason.
We gave up any pretense of me being a ranch hand at the Double C, and instead, I focus my time on pleasing the two men.
My bedroom in the Big House is empty because I spend all my time in the twins’ suite.
My legs are spread and my breasts bounce as I let Colt and Cason fuck my pussy and ass as much as they like.
But I love it, to tell the truth. I love being a slutty toy for the two handsome cowboys, and the three of us have engaged in some dirty, filthy sex that would make a grown man cry.
I’ve taken them double in my vag, and double in my asshole too.
I’ve been filled to overflowing with male cream so many times and with such frequency that my thighs are almost permanently damp.
I’ve licked the sperm from one mighty dickhead while riding another dick down below, and then let them fuck me with my ankles over my head, taking my pussy and ass in a delicious DP.
So yes, I’m a wanton woman, and not ashamed to admit it.
Granted, this isn’t how I anticipated my gap year playing out, but it’s a thousand times better than I imagined.
After all, how many girls get to be the willing sex toy of two handsome cowboys?
I’m a lucky woman, and I appreciate every second of it.
But there’s more to just the physical attraction between me, Colt and Cason.
To be honest, the three of us get along like a house on fire, and the twins have shared things with me that are personal and intimate.
They’ve regaled me with stories about their family, going back to when they immigrated from Germany, penniless and desperate.
They told me of the massive land-grab that occurred, with their ancestors planting a flag in the soil to stake their claim.
They’ve also told me about their interest in crypto, which is fascinating.
I had no idea how the blockchain works, and to be honest, I still have no idea, but it doesn’t matter.
What does matter is that the twins share their lives with me, and don’t hold back.
I adore them for it, and want to help them in any way possible.
But I’m not totally a lady of leisure because no one sits on their ass all day at the Double C.
Maybe I’m not up at dawn mucking out stables, but I feed the goats and collect eggs from the hen house.
I’ve also taken an interest in working with the ranch’s livestock guardian dogs, and Kanga is my favorite.
She’s still a pup, but I love working with her despite her rambunctious ways and sharp puppy yips.
So yes, this is the life, and I smile while leaning back on the couch.
Colt and Cason will be back later tonight, and we’ll eat together in the big dining room before going upstairs for another round of deep, penetrative sex.
Maybe they’ll suck my nipples while giving it to me in the pussy.
Or maybe I’ll be asked to squat over one of their dicks as they push it deep into my rectum, and I’ll wail with pleasure because these are the dirty acts we get up to each night, and I love it all.
But then my phone pings, and I check my messages.
It’s from Troy, Becca’s husband. We’ve kept in touch since meeting at his daughter’s birthday party months ago, and it’s fine.
He’s a black sheep among the Madewells, and dare I say it?
Troy is potentially an independent. Not a Democrat, but anything less than hard-core Republican would be anathema to the Madewells.
Yo, you coming to the party this weekend? he texts. Juno and Jamie are turning six.
I pause.
There’s a party? I text back. I had no idea.
There’s a long silence before three dots appear, indicating that Troy’s typing.
Oh dear, he writes. I’m so sorry. You didn’t know? My wife planned the event and I figured she sent you guys the invitation. I’m sorry.
I shake my head, frowning.
No, it’s okay. Let me ask Cason and Colt. The invitation would have gone to them, so they probably just haven’t told me.
Then, I put my phone down. It is possible that the twins received the invitation and haven’t informed me of our plans this weekend, but it’s also possible that Becca omitted them from the guest list on purpose.
My heart clenches as my eyes squeeze shut because I know how important family is to my lovers.
They adore their clan, and this is the first hint I’ve gotten that the worst has occurred.
Are Colt and Cason in the process of being ostracized by their kin?
Oh my god. My heart clenches as pain strikes in my stomach.
At that moment, the door bangs open and my handsome lovers enter the foyer.
“In here!” I manage to call out.
Within seconds, two huge forms materialize at the doorway before striding in to press kisses to my mouth.
“You look beautiful,” Colt growls against my lips.
“So fuckable, as always,” Cason adds, bending for his own kiss. “Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?”
I smile, hiding my suspicions.
“You two are so dirty, oh my god! How was the office today?”
The twins are dressed in dark suits, and extraordinarily handsome with their black hair brushed back and gleaming blue eyes. They put their bags down and shrug out of the well-cut blazers.
“Fine,” Colt answers.
“We made another hundred million today,” drawls Cason. “So it was a good day.”
Again, I’m astonished by the vast sum of their wealth. Of course, the Big House is testament to their success, but I’ll never be able to get used to the idea of a hundred million dollars. It’s so much money that it’s inconceivable.
“Well, good, because I have something thorny to bring up with you,” I say. Colt and Cason shoot me indulgent looks.
“Is it Kanga again? The puppy’s not doing your bidding?” Colt asks.
“Or is it the chickens?” Cason growls. “I swear, I hate those birds. I’d wring their necks and sell them to Popeye’s if I could.”
“No you wouldn’t!” I squeal with laughter. “I love Dido, Missy, and all the other girls. They’re sweet.”
Cason merely grins.
“McChicken,” he says in a faux-ominous tone. “Bock bock bock.”
I dissolve into giggles again before straightening and putting a somber look on my face.
“No seriously,” I begin again. “I know we haven’t talked about this much, but have you been communicating with your family? We haven’t met up with the Madewells since the party three months ago, but I figured that was normal. Or is there something else?”
The twins share a look.
“We haven’t been talking with them,” Colt begins.
“And it’s because they’re motherfuckers who were given a choice, and chose their beliefs and values.”
I stare.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning that we have a huge family, sweetheart. There’s a family event almost every weekend, and we haven’t been invited to any since the last time we brought you.”
“So it is because of me,” I say in a low tone, my heart dropping.
The twins share another look.
“It is, but it’s not you as an individual sweetheart. It’s them, and their fucked-up judgments. They’ve got their faces so far up into that family values crap that they’re eating shit at this point.”
I pause.
“But you believe in family values. As do I.”
Colt nods seriously.
“Yes, and we’re jumping the gun a little, Kiki, but we want a baby with you. Multiple babies, if you’ll have it. But again, our particular family set-up doesn’t jibe with what the Madewells believe is “godly” and “just,” and as a result, we’re no longer receiving invitations to family events.”
I pause to let this information sink in, even as my heart breaks.
“Are you hearing from any of them? Maybe Susan? Or Ted?”
The twins share another look.
“No,” Cason states. “But we don’t miss those fuckers.”
“No, we do,” Colt amends with a flare of his blue eyes.
“But it’s not worth beating ourselves up about it because we’re not going to change.
We’ve been sharing women for twenty years now, honey, and it’s what we like.
It’s what we prefer, and now that we’ve found you, we’re even more determined to see it through.
You are the future mother of our kids, honey, and we’re not going to back down just because our family disapproves of threesomes. ”
“Do they hate me?” I ask in a trembling voice, tears wobbling on my lashes.
Both men shake their heads immediately, blue eyes sharp.
“Of course not,” Cason growls. “They appreciate you as an individual. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and with a womanly way about you that screams motherhood and femininity. What is there to hate? But the Madewells hate that we’re a threesome, and that’s where the buck stops.”
“Haters gonna hate,” Colt adds with a disgusted expression on his face. “We’re not going to listen to their fuckery just because.”
With that, I begin to cry. Tears flow down my cheeks as my breasts heave.
“I’m so sorry this happened,” I wail in a muffled cry as Colt pulls me against his broad chest. “I know how close you are to your family and I’m the reason they’ve been ostracizing you.”
“Shhh,” Cason growls while sitting on my other side and stroking my back.
“Again, it’s not you, baby. It’s them. They’re the fuckwads and we’re not going to tolerate their rigid belief system.
Love is love, in any form, and it’s not like we’re pornographers or something.
We’re consenting adults, and we love you.
We adore you, Kiki Thornton, and we’re not going to let this get between us. ”
“So you’ll never talk to the your relatives again?” I cry, even as my heart lightens. “And do you really love me?”
The twins nod.
“We do really love you, sweetheart, and fuck, if we never talk to those fuckers again, then so be it,” Colt rasps before dropping a kiss on my upturned mouth.
“They deserve it,” Cason rasps before drawing me into his arms and seizing my mouth in a hungry kiss as well. “We’ve been paying for their children’s education, so we’ll see how long the cold shoulder lasts.”
I pull away for a moment.
“You have?”
The twins’ blue eyes gleam.
“We have. We’re rich motherfuckers, so paying for our nieces’ and nephews’ education isn’t a big deal.
It’s just a few dollars to us. So yeah, we’ll see where the Madewells go next because my understanding is that tuition is coming due, and they don’t have the money for it. Let’s see what happens,” he winks.
I smile blearily.
“Hopefully, there will be a reunion of some sort,” I say in a slow tone. “I don’t want you to be estranged from your family forever.”
The twins shake their heads.
“We don’t think it’ll be forever, but yeah, the money will likely be a factor in forcing them to their knees. But that’s their choice,” Colt adds in a silky tone. “Poverty or acceptance.”
“It’ll play out in its own time,” Cason adds before leaning in for another kiss. “Meanwhile, you mean the world to us, Kiki, and we were serious about making you a mommy. Will you, baby girl? Will you have our babies? We’re ready to get you pregnant … oh, about now.”
I smile then, even as tears continue to stream down my cheeks.
“I’d love to have your children,” I breathe to the twins while pulling them close. “I’d love to grow big with our kids because I love you too. I’m so happy you bucked your family for me, and I think there will be a way to work it out somehow.”
But my words are lost because the twins are kissing me feverishly now.
The two cowboys have their hands all over my curvy form, worshipping and whispering their adoration, and I sigh with pleasure because this is how it was meant to be.
I’m in love with double cowboys … and I wouldn’t have it any other way.