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“Gonna make you scream out here in the wilderness like a banshee.”

  From the corner of her eye, she saw Gage open the back gate of her Excursion and remove the blanket and the cooler they had put inside before they left home.

  “Spread it out against the hood here,” Trey told Gage. “And bring us a few bottles of that cold water up here to the front.”

  Belle shivered in his arms. “The first day I saw you,” she told them as Gage did as he was told and Trey set her back against the soft cotton blanket, “I wanted you each to fuck me on the hoods of your cars.”

  Trey shot her a grin, then put a hand to her breastbone and pushed her back over the slope of the hood. “We’ll do that tonight.” He caught a nipple and tugged at it with his teeth, sending quivers to her pussy. Needing more, she lifted a leg, but got caught in her own jeans and boots. “Let’s set you free, cara.”

  Ravenous to be fucked by her other lover, she toed off her snakeskin boots and let Gage take one sock and one leg of her jeans, and Trey take the other, and pull. Her shirt open, her breasts pointed up and hard with need, and her body naked from the waist down, she sank back against the hood, glorying in the warmth of the sun.

  Gage cursed. “A goddess. Hell, I’m hard again. Take her up again, Trey, and I’ll do the best I can for myself.”

  Belle could see Gage lowering his zipper and letting his cock pop out. Red and wet, his shaft looked painfully hard and oh so beautiful. She yearned to put her fist around him, but figured that at this angle she’d never make it. Tonight. Tonight, I’ll suck one at a time and fist the other. At the very idea, she felt more warm juice rolling down her legs.

  Trey loomed up in front of her like a dark, tantalizing pirate. “Lift your pretty ass, cara. I want to see all of you.”

  Tossing him a saucy look, she did better than that. She bent her knees so that her bare feet were flat on the bumper. Then she opened her thighs slowly. “What do you think, honey?”

  He seemed to snarl in impatience as he unzipped his fly, took hold of his thick purple cock and worked to put on protection. He sank in to her pussy like satin over silk.

  They each moaned.

  He held for a long moment, his eyes squeezed shut, his head flung back.

  Belle spied Gage stroking himself and the sight had her whimpering. “Fuck me, Trey, please, please, please.”

  He pistoned into her, filling her sopping wet cunt with the powerful thrust of his blunt cock. He was agile, swift and hard, a beast in rut and she knew she was too. Her mouth opened in the awe of her ecstasy. Her body tensed and suddenly broke into a thousand brilliant fragments as she came and came.

  Trey shouted with his own release.

  Gage cried out himself.

  As Trey withdrew, Belle put her two hands to her slit, at once fulfilled and yet, needing him back. “I could take you and have you always,” she whispered to him.

  Trey leaned over her and caressed her lips. “Pretty cara, you have us always.” He bent down and kissed her swollen cunt, sucking at her clit in one huge pop. “Give me some of that water, Gage,” he said and put out a hand. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted off the cap, dribbled some water into his hand and put it against her throbbing hot flesh.

  She shrieked and rolled her head at the thrilling sensation. “Wonderful shock.”

  “Got to cool down this pretty pussy,” Trey crooned and pinched her clit, “or we’ll be here all day making all of us damn happy.”

  She felt two sets of hands reach for her toes and her legs. Soon she was clothed, standing between them and breathing deeply. Sated and dreamy, she kissed each man.

  She still felt her cunt throbbing in tiny spasms of delight. They must have sensed she couldn’t walk because they stood there for long minutes with her between her two lovers. Cocooned like that, she felt like a precious animal. Theirs.

  “God, cara,” Trey whispered against her shoulder blade. “You’re amazing.”

  Gage brushed her hair from her cheeks and winked at her. “Finest lover, anywhere.”

  “Takes one to know two others,” she praised them, recovered enough to joke.

  Trey picked up her hat to dust it off and place on her head.

  Gage zipped up her jeans and buckled her belt. “Shall we go meet your friends, the real estate agent and the engineer?”

  * * * * *

  Gage parked her Excursion in the parking lot of Sue Graber’s real estate office.

  “Sue has been selling real estate in southwest Texas all her adult life,” Belle told the men as they climbed out of her car. “What she doesn’t know about land around here, you can fit in a thimble.”

  “Good.” Trey closed the door for Belle. “You’ve known her long?”

  “She’s about five years older than I am. So, yes. All our lives.”

  Gage held open the office doors for them, while Trey walked up to the receptionist’s desk with Belle. Both men removed their white Stetsons and twirled them in their hands.

  “Hi, Lurleen,” Belle greeted the woman who she had known since kindergarten. “How are you?”

  The chubby lady looked from Belle to each man, the flush in her face rising to a red tide in a moment’s notice. “Real good, Belle. Real good. How are y’all?”

  “Wonderful, Lurleen.” What was wrong with this little woman? She looked as if she was about to split a gasket. Belle shot a hand to her cheek. Is Gage right about how I look now? Can this woman see that I have just been gloriously, happily fucked only minutes ago out in the wilderness in front of god and country? “I, ah, wonder if Sue is in, if she might have a few minutes to talk with me and my friends.”

  “Sure.” The woman continued to examine Trey as if he were candy she had to lick.

  “Um. Lurleen?”

  “Yes.” The woman took a nice long gander at Gage, too, gulping as she gazed.

  “Lurleen!”

  “Belle! Well, yes, ma’am. I surely can call Sue. You hold on, now, you hear.” She let her chubby fingers do the dialing. “Hi, ah, Sue. Sue, guess who’s here? Yes, well. Belle Sterling with her two gentlemen. Yes. Yes.”

  Belle frowned. My two gentlemen? What was Sue saying on the other end of that line?

  Lurleen replaced the receiver. “Sue says you can come right in. Let me show you the way.”

  Belle waved a hand. “Don’t bother, Lurleen. I know how to get to Sue’s office.” Belle turned and rolled her eyes at Trey and Gage, both of whom were trying their best to suppress smiles.

  “Thought she’d have me for lunch,” Trey murmured.

  “Hell, boy,” Gage shot back as they walked around the corner and down the hall. “If she’d had a fork, we’d a been dead meat right there on her desk.”

  “Hello, there!”

  Gage made an uh-oh sound behind Belle.

  Sue Graber walked forward, shit-eating grin on her face, new ruby lipstick just applied, hands out, diamond rings flashing.

  Belle winced internally. Did the sight of two handsome men turn all women to silly putty?

  You. Oughta. Know. Belle.

  Right.

  “Hi, Sue,” Belle wiped her dismay off her face and smiled broadly at the woman who had never hurt a fly and ran a very decent business. “I appreciate you taking time to talk to us. I promise we will not take more than ten minutes.”

  “No, not a problem, Belle. Glad you see you. Do come in!” She stood aside and let the two men pass her. “Have chairs, please.”

  Belle took one in front of the desk. Trey and Gage each took the others, their long legs in the denim an impressive show in the office that suddenly seemed filled with male pulchritude.

  Belle grinned. “Let me introduce you to my friends.” She did the honors and everyone shook hands. “Trey and Gage are staying with me at the B&B.”

  “Friends of Carla’s new husband, I hear tell,” Sue said, her eyeballs glued to the faces and forms of her two male visitors.

  Belle cleared her throat. Either that, or she was going to laugh out
loud.

  “Yes, ma’am,” said Trey. “We stood up for Jed Bainbridge when he and Carla got married a few weeks back.”

  “Nice wedding, I heard,” Sue offered. “You did it all, I know,” she said to Belle and nodded. “On short notice, too.”

  “I did. Sue, Jed and Trey and Gage are in business together. Developers.”

  Sue nodded her blonde head, suddenly the sedate business woman. “Heard that, too. Shopping malls, is it?”

  Wow, Belle thought. Word has been flying around town, hasn’t it?

  Gage leveled those baby blues on Sue and she seemed to melt into her chair. “We started with malls in Dallas, Miz Graber. But we are talking about doing something bigger.”

  Sue leaned forward. “Really? Wonderful. Like what?”

  “A five star resort.”

  “Oh, my.” Sue fell back in her chair. “How wonderful,” she oozed.

  Trey gave her a forty-watt smile. “That’s what we thought. And we have a few issues we’d like to discuss with you.”

  “If I can help you in any way, I would be delighted, Mr. Sandoval.”

  “Trey, ma’am, please.”

  “Trey, it is. What is it you need help with?”

  Twenty minutes later, Trey, Gage and Sue were laughing like the best pals who ever rode west together. Trey knew about the cost of land excavations. Gage knew about average annual rainfall and had an estimate of how much it would cost to run one swimming pool, with and without water conservation and reuse of gray water on a golf course.

  Sue shook hands with each of the men as they began to leave. “Come back at any time, Trey. Gage. My door is open to you. With what you are planning, I would be happy to help you bring it to this county, if we can. Be a big revenue-producing business. Love to help you.”

  “Thanks, Sue,” Trey offered. “We’ll take you up on that offer again for advice.”

  “We’re not done deciding this, by a long shot,” Gage told her. “Thanks. Ready, honey?” He looked at Belle.

  Sue’s gaze shot to Belle’s.

  Belle tried not to stiffen up. So Sue had caught his endearment. Could mean anything here in Texas. Could mean you have your ass in a sling now, Belle.

  As Belle turned away, Sue said to her alone, “You lucky old thing. Young ’uns in your bed.”

  Belle left at a clip.

  Outside, she climbed up into the Excursion, Trey crowding in next to her. “What did she say to you at the end there?”

  Belle swallowed hard and edited Sue’s comments. “She called me lucky. Especially to have two young men with me.”

  “Ah.” Gage turned the ignition and pulled out of the lot.

  “She looked like she envied you, cara.”

  Gage shrugged. “So the folks in town know.”

  Right. “How could they not know?” she asked herself more than them.

  “It’s a small town,” Gage added, eyes on the road.

  “Carla’s wedding and us staying at your B&B,” Trey continued, “is probably the biggest news they’ve had here since the last Comanche raid.”

  The men chuckled.

  Belle wished she could.

  Gage caught her dismay and put a hand to her thigh. “Baby, are you worried about what they say?”

  She stared at him. “I never was.” Not before now.

  Trey snorted. “Good for you.”

  She couldn’t help herself from saying, “It is kind of different though to…”

  “To be cherished by two men?” Gage checked out her expression between glances at the road.

  Cherished by two men. Her heart turned over with the joy of it. The enormous thrill of such a bounty. Such a unique gift.

  “Two younger men,” she clarified.

  Oh, she had recognized that she could deal with two men in her bed. These two charming men in her bed. For one night. For more than that. She had learned that she could enjoy them utterly as younger men who could give her the kind of intense sexual attention she craved. Needed. The kind I am eager for and capable of returning physically and emotionally. But am I capable of dealing with the external challenge of what others will think of me? Do I care so very much about other people’s opinions of me that I could be scared off from having this relationship?

  Trey put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her. “Cara, this age thing didn’t bother you before now, right?” Trey asked, concern etching his strong features.

  “No! It honestly didn’t. I never thought my personal preferences were any business of anyone but me. And my partner. Correction. Partners.”

  “And you’d be right about that.” Gage scowled. “Are you going to let what others think be your guide?”

  She had no ready answer for him. The situation was too complex. She ran a hand through her hair. “That is the big question, isn’t it?”

  “Darlin’, it is the only question.”

  “Cara,” Trey whispered as he cupped her cheek and turned her face to his, “we understand.”

  She tried to smile at him in gratitude.

  But they sat in awkward silence on the way home.

  She went off to her bedroom alone as soon as they got in. She stripped, dropping her clothes wherever they fell, then stepped into the shower.

  Her mind in a fog, she let the spray hit her in the face. It didn’t clear up a thing. She got out. Dried off.

  The phone rang and she padded into her bedroom to pick up the receiver. “Hello?”

  “Mom?”

  Belle put a hand to her forehead. From the frying pan into the fire, she knew now she had to face the fact that she wasn’t comfortable with others talking about her having an affair with two younger men. First it was the townspeople. And if she continued the relationship, it would soon be another who knew her well and whose opinion mattered more than all her neighbors rolled together. Her son. “Hi. Clay, honey. What a surprise. How are you?”

  “Fine. Hey, you sound funny. You okay?”

  “Yeah, Yeah. Sure. I was out today in the sun. Hot as Hades here, you know how that is. August in Texas. Fries my brains. How are you, honey? What’s up?”

  Ten minutes later, she had dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. She walked out into the family room and kitchen area to see Trey and Gage showered and changed. Sitting in two chairs in the family room, a pair of blue eyes and a pair of green ones examined her with despair.

  “We need to talk,” she told them as she sat down on the sofa.

  “We need to hear what you’re thinking, darlin’.”

  “We’re happy,” Trey told her. “Very happy, Belle.”

  “I know. I am, too.” She could hear herself. Damn, she sounded pitiful.

  “So what do other people matter?” Trey asked.

  She licked her lips. “Most don’t,” she stated. “One does.”

  Gage inhaled as if he’d been slapped. “Who?”

  “My son.”

  Gage nodded. “Of course, he matters. To us, too.”

  Oh, Gage. You sweet man.

  Trey clasped his hands before him. “He matters a lot. What can we do to help?”

  Trey, how good you are to offer this. “You can let me think about this…situation.”

  “For how long, baby?” Gage pressed her.

  “A week.”

  Both men frowned.

  “Why so long?” Gage asked.

  “That phone call? It was Clay from New York. He’s gotten engaged and he wants to bring his fiancé home to meet me. Next Friday. For the weekend.”

  “I see.” Trey looked like someone had kicked him. “Do you want us to pack?”

  She glanced at him, then at Gage. “No! Please don’t.”

  “We won’t hide what we want from you, Belle,” Gage said as he brought her to her feet. “I love you, baby. Love you as you’re, generous and kind. Beautiful and hot.” He squeezed her close.

  Trey took her from Gage’s arms. “I adore you, too, cara. Beyond any other woman I’ve ever known.” He examined her face. “
But we don’t want you to be ashamed of yourself.”

  She leaned back in his arms and put a hand to Gage’s cheek. “Neither do I. Just let me work this out with myself. Can you?”

  Trey put one hand to her cheek. “Let me kiss you, cara. Show you what you mean to me.” He gave her a devastating kiss, crushing her to him in bold possession.

  Gage tugged at her hands. “Come to bed, baby. I want to be inside you. Make you feel better.”

  “You won’t leave while I work through this?” She followed their lead into her bedroom. “Please.”

  Inside her master suite, Gage wrapped her in his arms and spoke against her lips. “No one’s leaving, baby. Not unless you tell us to go.”

  Chapter Seven

  Four days later, Belle finally got up enough gumption to sit at her computer and begin to post emails to her Cougar friends about her torment. She took her time composing them. Too much time, actually, because she had to run to an appointment in her office with Marilee Betterton.

  Hell. She checked her watch. She was tired of this business! Giggly brides who didn’t have half an idea how to love with open mind and open hands.

  Write the emails, Belle!

  Inhaling, she put on her big girl panties and got right to the damn point.

  She told her buddies what Sue Graber had said to her, calling her a lucky old thing. Then, she told them about her sudden fear, not so much what others in town might be saying about her, but her need to deal with her issue before her son came home.

  Rissa, you have children. Tell me what you said to them. How you broke the news that you loved a younger man. I am in such a mess here, upset at myself, shocked and heartbroken, too, that I might just be a coward after all!

  Autumn, you live near a small town. How do you deal with what others’ think of your relationship with a man who is younger than you are?

  Lori, why do I have this feeling that I need to be just like everyone else?

  While Belle waited for her friends’ replies, a new thought struck her and she rose up from her chair to go out to her patio and sit a minute on a chaise. The sun was high in the sky, blazing into her mind, burning out some of her fear. On impulse and instinct, too, she stripped and dived into the water. The minute she hit, she had the clearest mind on one subject anyway.