Chapter Fourteen
Trey tried to act nonchalant, hoping that would help settle her. He made small talk with his brother, watching her relax. He spread out his bag and rolled into it.
“Good night,” he said and turned so his back was to her. He saw Garrett do the same thing and smiled.
“Good night,” she murmured.
He tried not to laugh at the surprise and confusion in her tone.
He was wiped out. They’d had a long day of meetings, and when they got home, they were told Madelyn had gone to help with the group going camping. They decided to take this opportunity to be with her. They grabbed their gear, saddled up, and started up the mountain at a fast clip. He knew there was a storm on the way and wanted to be at the campsite before it started.
This was a chance they couldn’t pass up to be alone with her. They needed time to break down the wall she had built around herself and cement their relationship. She left in six weeks, and he wanted them to live together and for her to understand she was staying.
Oh, they would let her go if she hated the idea of being with them or living on the ranch, but he didn’t think that would happen. He’d caught the look in her eyes when she watched them, thinking they didn’t see her. He’d also heard her appreciation of the area and how beautiful it was.
Trey listened to her move around. When he heard the chatter, it took him a moment to realize what it was. He turned to face her and saw she was practically buried in her sleeping bag. He watched Garrett turn with a confused frown.
“Maddy, Baby, are you cold?” Trey asked
“I’m fine. Just go to sleep.”
He barely heard her through the thick bag.
“How do you expect us to sleep with all the noise?” Garrett asked.
Trey rolled his eyes. Fuck, his brother was a dickhead sometimes. “Baby,” he said and laid a hand on her hip. “You’re going to freeze to death if you don’t let us help.”
Madelyn peeked over the edge of the bag. “How?”
“We’ll put our blankets together. We’ll lay on yours and use both mine and Garrett’s to cover all of us. The heat from our bodies will help you.”
He could see her debating it in her head, but she really didn’t have a choice. He just wanted her to come to that conclusion herself. If anything, the sound got louder, and the bag was shaking.
“Let us help before you get hypothermia,” Garrett said.
“Okay,” she said.
“Stay where you are for now and let Garrett and me unzip our blankets.”
She nodded.
Within a minute, both men were ready.
“I’m going to unzip you now, Baby,” Trey said.
He quickly unzipped her bag, and between him and his brother, he spread it out and both blankets over all three.
“Jesus Christ, woman, you feel like an ice cube,” Garrett complained.
Madelyn gasped against his chest.
Trey almost snorted until he felt her hands and feet. Fuck, she could have really been hurt or worse if they hadn’t shown up. He pushed her up against his brother, making her lay tightly by his side, and then moved in. He got as close to her as possible and wrapped his arm around her middle.
Both men moved their hands over her, helping her feel the warmth of their bodies and stimulate her circulation. Her chattering stopped, and he heard her sigh and cuddle against them.
“How are you doing, Baby?” Trey asked.
“Good. God, you guys are warm,” she murmured.
The men grinned at each other over her shoulder.
He bit back a groan when she wiggled around. He set his hand on her hip. “Stay still, Baby.”
She blinked up at him. “Why? I can always move to the side.”
He thought she was kidding at first, but the innocent look in her eyes told him everything. “You’re not going anywhere. If you move around like you’re doing, it makes my brother and me hornier than we already are, and it’s already uncomfortable.”
Madelyn rolled to her back and looked at one and then the other. “You’re horny? Sexually?”
Trey glanced at his brother and then back at her. “Baby, when is the last time you’ve had sex?”
He watched as a tide of red crept over her face. “Answer me?”
“I’m not for certain, but it was when I got pregnant with my daughter.”
Both men were shocked. “How old is she?”
“T-twenty-seven.”
The thought reeled through his head. How could this woman go so long without affection or sex?
“Why?” Garrett asked.
“My husband didn’t like sex, so we only did it … I don’t know … maybe a dozen times,” she said.
“How long were you married?” Trey asked.
“He died when Amy was three, and I was twenty-four, I think.”
No fucking way. “Did you have sex before marriage with someone else?”
She shook her head. “I took care of my parents before I married. I had to put them in an Alzheimer’s center for their safety. Although both my parents had it, my mom had the worst dementia.”
“The man was gay. I’d bet a thousand bucks,” Garrett said.
“I would, too,” Trey answered. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents, Baby.”
“They were at peace, and they died within two weeks of each other, so I dreamed they were together again but whole.”
“I’d like to give you some pleasure. All you have to do is enjoy,” Trey said.
“I’ll definitely help. I’ll make sure I’m kissing her when she comes so everyone won’t hear her. The rain is loud, but I think she’ll be louder,” Garrett said.
Madelyn frowned. “I won’t scream. I actually never feel desire, so I’m as cold as my husband says I was.”
“That’s bullshit,” Garrett said. “You just haven’t had real sex. I guarantee we’ll make you come at least twice tonight.”
Trey saw her worried expression. “Baby, we just want you to relax. If something hurts, say ‘yellow.’”
“Yellow? Why?” she asked.
“It’s something we’ve learned along the way. You might get embarrassed or try to hold back from saying ‘wait’ or ‘stop.’ We know you’ll like our hands on you, but your instinct is to want to stop because you are overwhelmed or don’t understand something. If you say ‘yellow,’ we know something is hurting you. If you do, we’ll stop for the night and talk about it.”
He could tell she was trying to understand, but he wasn’t going to give her any more time to reflect. He bent forward, pressed his lips to hers, and felt the hunger he’d sensed since meeting her rise exponentially inside of him.
Trey felt like he was burning inside, and his hands shook because of the need to touch her. Tonight, he planned to make her his. He wouldn’t fuck her because he wanted her in their bed the first time.
He planned to give her so much pleasure that she’d become addicted to them quickly. That might be the key to keeping her forever. She was one of those women who thrived on touching and loving, and she hadn’t ever been able to do that except with affection from her children.
With them, she’d have a hand or more on her most of the time. They’d give her so much devotion she’d never want to leave.