Chapter Seventeen
A week later
Yukon brought his horse out of gallop and noticed someone standing near the barn. He walked his horse the rest of the way, giving her a breather. He’d been out scouting their distant property for any damage now that the ground had dried up enough to ride on.
As he neared his home, he saw that it was Robyn. It had been well over a week since she’d left. The hardest week of his life. Now she had the nerve to show up again?
A mix of anger, betrayal, and desire nearly knocked the breath out of him.
He dismounted his mare and tied her to the fence post. Yukon lifted his Stetson to fix his hair and set it back in place.
“Hi,” she said.
“Can I help you?” He wanted to hate her, to tell her to fuck off, but he couldn’t.
“I wanted to see you.”
Yukon wasn’t buying it. He made his way to the barn and grabbed the shovel, dropping it in a wheelbarrow. “I have nothing to say to you, Robyn.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Can’t we please talk?”
He scoffed. “I’m taking a page from your playbook, darlin’. I refuse to deal with you or Parker anymore. I’m just worrying about myself from now on.”
She rushed in front of him so he couldn’t ignore her, pressing her palms to his chest. Damn, he missed her touch. Her hair smelled like strawberries.
“Don’t be mad at your brother because of me. He loves you,” she said.
“No, he’s off riding in the rodeo every day after he swore he’d never ride again. I’m tired of people betraying me.”
She shook her head. “He’s not at the rodeo, Yukon. He’s at the Palmer ranch.”
He narrowed his eyes. “How would you know?”
“I saw him there last week when I was getting some contracts signed.”
“He wouldn’t be there. I know him. Maybe you saw someone else,” he said, walking around her.
“Yukon, he was mucking out their stalls.”
He squeezed his hands into fists, then turned around, his mind in a daze.
Mucking out? All these months he’d been pissed off at Parker, giving him the hardest time. The bastard had lowered himself to work for the Palmers just to keep food on their table? He hadn’t been betraying Yukon, he’d been sacrificing for him.
“Why the fuck would he do that?” He was talking more to himself, frustration and anger surging out of nowhere.
“Because he loves you. No matter the cost.”
“This can’t be right. He told you this?”
“He didn’t want to lose your respect.”
Parker was a proud man, always had been. He believed in honor, family, and keeping his word. For him to stoop to beg the Palmers for work showed just how deep his loyalties to his family lied.
Where did that leave Robyn?
“What about you? You were real quick to run off, weren’t you? Haven’t heard from you since.”
She looked down, kicking at the hay littering the floor of the barn. “I ran. You’re right.”
“Why? I thought there was something special between us. I actually started to believe we wanted the same things out of life.”
This time she looked him in the eyes. “I’m not like you. I didn’t have a great mom and dad growing up. Once I started having feelings for you, real feelings, it scared the hell out of me. I’ve always avoided getting close to people.” She took a breath before continuing. “Because I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know.” She spun around. “Maybe getting my heart broken, being tossed away when you get sick of me. I’ve lived a certain way my whole life, convincing myself of the kind of woman I should be. In reality, I’m not sure of anything … except you.”
Yukon’s bravado slipped away. He reached down for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “What are you saying?”
She swallowed hard, and she looked so helpless he had the urge to pull her into his arms. “I missed you. A lot. Can we give things a chance?”
“But you’re heading back to the city soon.”
“I’ve already gone back, Yukon. We left a few days ago. I thought things would go back to normal, that I’d be able to forget you. It wasn’t so easy.”
He walked back out to the yard between the house and the barn, still holding her hand. “So, whose car is that?”
Robyn chuckled. “It’s mine. It barely got me here.”
Yukon had been in a dark rut since Robyn left with barely a goodbye. He’d just gotten to know her, then she was gone. As much as he shouldn’t trust her, seeing her again stripped away all the layers of sadness and depression. He wanted her in his life more than anything.
He spun around, conflicted on how he should react. Yukon climbed the first rung of the paddock fence and sat on the top rail. “You telling me you drove all the way from the city to here by yourself? Because you missed me?”
“You have every right to hate me. I left when every instinct inside me told me to stay. I’m just so used to disappointment that the happiness terrified me.”
“So, what now?” he asked.
Robyn walked over to the fence and braced a hand on each of his knees. “Were you telling me the truth when you said you wanted a future with me?”
“I had no reason to lie.”
“What about now? Do you still feel the same way?” She slid both hands up his thighs, his cock reacting from the simple touch, hardening in his jeans.
He didn’t answer.
She ran her palm over the bulge in his pants, then untucked the front of his shirt. “I missed this body,” she said. When her roaming hands smoothed up his abs, he’d had enough.
Yukon shackled both her wrists in a hand and slipped off the fence. “What game are you playing? You have another assignment up here?”
Robyn tried to tug away, but he wouldn’t let her. “I told you why I’m here. I made a mistake, probably the biggest mistake in my life. I’ve been looking for happiness in all the wrong places. I know that know.”
He clenched his jaw, staring down at her beautiful face. Her long hair hung in loose curls over her shoulders and her lips were painted red. Yukon licked his lips as he looked lower. Her huge juicy tits were barely hidden in her tight black shirt. “You want me to trust you now? How do I know you won’t run off again? I’m too old for this shit.”
“Let me show you how serious I am.” She licked her lips, teasing and tempting him. He still hadn’t released her wrists when Parker’s truck came barreling up the long, winding drive. County music filled the quiet of the afternoon.
He’d been on bad terms with Parker since Robyn left, and now that he knew the truth about where he disappeared to every day, he felt like an asshole. Yukon still didn’t need to hear Parker tell him “I told you so” and push Robyn away.
Robyn turned her head, and they both watched as Parker hopped down from his truck, fitting on his black Stetson before walking toward them.
“You’re back,” said Parker, circling them as he made a slow inspection of their runaway guest.
“Are you disappointed?” she asked.
“I never should have let you leave,” said Parker.
****
Robyn was in a bind. Both the men who’d stolen her heart were there, and the idea of a ménage relationship could turn both of them off. She’d suggested it to Parker, but he never said anything one way or another.
After leaving for the city with Shelly and Peter, she swore she left her heart and soul behind in the country. She tried to focus on work, drinks at night, the same routine … but all she could think about were Parker, Yukon, and their simple life in paradise. It took her a few days of self-reflection to realize she’d been chasing rainbows her entire life. Trying to be something else just to be accepted by people she couldn’t stand had stolen her zest for life. What she needed, what she’d always needed, was love, acceptance, and authenticity.
Parker looked like sin with his black Stetson, Wranglers, and fitted t-shirt hugging his hard muscles. His eyes were dark and set, making her body thrum. She still remembered their time in the barn loft—and driving away when the night was over, knowing she’d never see him again.
“I never should have left,” she said. Robyn had never felt so vulnerable, her heart and life on the line. “I love both of you.”
Yukon narrowed his eyes, but kept silent.
“And you still ran back to the city,” said Parker. He approached her without apology, running the backs of his fingers along the swell of her breast. “You should be punished for putting my brother through a week of hell.”
“You’re right,” she said. Out of everything, she felt the worst for hurting Yukon when he’d only been good to her. “I told Yukon about your job, too.” It was supposed to be some big secret, but all this bad blood had to stop. She’d never had a real relative, and to see two brothers grow apart because of a misunderstanding was indigestible to her.
Parker and Yukon were silent.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” asked Yukon. “All this time I thought you were breaking your promise.”
Parker exhaled, pacing back and forth. “I did what I had to do. I’m not gonna apologize.”
“Never asked you to,” said Yukon. “You know how many times I considered going to the Palmers for work? The only reason I held back was because I knew you’d kill me.”
“I would have,” said Parker. “It’s one thing for me to sink that low, another for my little brother.”
She could feel their love like a living force all around them. Getting everything in the open was exactly what they needed.
“Neither of us needs to work for them. There’s plenty of money to be made on our own land if we work together,” said Yukon. “We’ll get by.”
“And what about her?” he said, jutting his chin toward her.
Both men assessed her. She swallowed and looked between them, wishing she knew what they were thinking. Her future was so uncertain. All her clothes were in the backseat of her car. She’d given notice to her landlord, and applied at a few jobs in the rodeo town she’d stayed in with Shelly. Robyn had taken a massive risk, inspired by Parker’s tattoo. She needed to have courage and follow her heart.
“She needs a good spanking for messing with both of us,” said Yukon.
“Robyn, get to my room,” said Parker. “We all need to talk.”
She listened to Parker, happy just to get back in the old house. At least they hadn’t told her to fuck off after she’d screwed them both over. As soon as she passed the screen door, the scent of the brothers was like a comforting hug. The old, mismatched furniture that she used to turn her nose up to was a welcome sight. She’d changed her way of thinking so much since meeting the cowboys. Somehow, they managed to put her life in perspective where she’d failed for decades.
Robyn walked up the creaky steps, the brothers right on her heels.
“So when exactly did Parker tell you about the Palmer brothers?” asked Yukon.
“She paid me a visit before leaving for the city,” said Parker. “We spent the night at the old barn.”
Once they got in the room, the mood had shifted. Yukon crossed his arms, standing in the doorway. “You fucked her and didn’t plan on mentioning that to me, either?”
Parker raised both arms to the sides. “She’d already left. I couldn’t help myself. You’re not the only one who fell for her.”
Yukon shook his head. “No, you’re the one who told me to stay away from her. Was that so you could take her for yourself?”
“Look, believe whatever the fuck you want.” Parker made for the door, but she grabbed his arm before he could leave.
“Both of you, please, stop it. This is all my fault,” she said. “I was confused, falling for two men, and trying to convince myself it could never work. I never planned on any of this. Never planned on putting a rift between the two of you, and I sure as hell never planned on falling in love.”
Everyone got all quiet. She only wanted to feel their love. Shelly had told her she had completely lost her mind when she quit her job. She’d told Shelly she was moving back up to cattle country to live with the cowboy brothers. After laughing, then realizing Robyn wasn’t playing around, she’d lost all respect for Robyn.
Calloway had replaced her within the hour, testament to her shitty life in the city. She was unneeded and unwanted, even after years of trying to fit in—dressing and acting the part counted for nothing.
“About that punishment.” Yukon nodded to his brother.
“Okay, let’s get this over with. Robyn, take off that skirt. Panties, too,” said Parker.
Both men stood there, watching and waiting for her to comply. She was already hornier than hell just being around them. Robyn unzipped the back of her skirt and shimmied out of it. She hesitated before taking off her underwear. Parker shook his head, so she continued to slip out of them. He sat on the edge of his bed. The entire room smelled like his rich cologne.
“Over my lap,” he said. “When we were young, we’d get the belt from our father as punishment. You’re lucky you just get my hand.”
Oh boy. She approached him, and he immediately brought her forward over his lap. She wasn’t sure what to expect, not ever certain if this was going to be painful or sexual. Robyn hoped the latter.
Once over his legs, he pulled her shirt higher so her entire ass was exposed. The air hit the moisture between her legs, and she hoped they couldn’t see how aroused she was. Parker started rubbing soft circles over the globes of her ass. Her clit throbbed in anticipation.
“Such a beautiful, lush ass. Perfect for fucking.” Parker brought his hand down hard on her ass, the fleshy sound echoing in the room.
“Ouch,” she shouted.
“Look at that jiggle,” said Yukon. “Do it again.”
Parker spanked her two more times. The burn made her lust grow stronger. They were completely no holds barred. “There’ll be no more running away.” Smack. “No more lies.” Smack. “You belong to us now.” This time he kissed her reddened cheeks, then softly rubbed them. “Understand?”
“Yes,” she said.
Parker moved his hand between her legs, impaling her with two fingers. She gasped, loving the feel of him being inside her in any way. When he dragged those fingers up toward her ass, she tensed. She knew what was coming, knew what would be involved with a ménage relationship, but it still scared her. Robyn had never experienced anal, or anything kinky for that matter.
Parker caressed her asshole with a finger, and she was surprised by the explosive sensations that scattered through her body. He pressed the tip of his finger in, and she clamped down hard.
“She’s tighter than a fist. A virgin. Get the ginger root from the kitchen,” said Parker. “She’ll have to learn not to fight us.”
Yukon left the bedroom, leaving them alone.
“Let me up,” she said.
“Not yet, little lady. If you want both of us, we have to prepare you first. I don’t know about men in the city, but cowboys have some tried and true ways to prepare a woman.”
“For what?”
“You want two men. That means I’m going to claim this tight ass of yours. Yukon will fill your pussy at the same time. You’ll be so full of cock, you’ll know exactly where you belong.”
The filthy image replayed over and over in her head. She was so close to an orgasm and they hadn’t even started. She was relieved they were going along with the idea of a ménage that she didn’t care what the fuck they did to her body.
Yukon was back soon after. She twisted her head and watched him use a pocket knife to whittle a big piece of ginger root. What the fuck was that for? She had no clue what these cowboys were up to, but she hoped they wouldn’t hurt her.
“What’s that for, Yukon?”
“It’ll make things easier when we double-fuck you. You’ll get a bit numb, get used to being stretched, and learn not to clamp down.”
He squatted down in front on her holding the carved root and a tube of clear lubricant. She was still vulnerably stretched over Parker’s lap. The root was shaped like some kind of butt plug. He drizzled lubricant all over it, then passed the container to Parker.
She jolted when the cool, slippery substance was poured over her asshole. “Relax,” said Parker. “Relaxing is key here. You’ll learn that soon.” He massaged the lubricant over her virgin hole, then began to insert a finger. She tensed again, but he tutted.
Yukon was still near her head, stroking her hair. “Relax for Parker. He won’t hurt you.”
Robyn stopped tightening and accepted Parker’s big finger. The foreign feeling was oddly titillating, the sensations reaching all the way to her clit. Once he’d filled her, he added a second finger. Her breathing picked up with her nerves.
“I can’t do this,” she said.
“You’re doing great, darlin’,” said Yukon. “Almost there.”
She bit the inside of her cheek as Parker slowly scissored his fingers, stretching her ass. Then Yukon passed him the ginger, and he replaced his fingers with the hard, slick root. He pushed it in until it lodged into place, holding her ass open.
“There we go,” said Parker. “Now, don’t clamp down, no matter what, or it’ll burn like a bitch. Understand?”
She nodded. As soon as she consented, they helped her to her feet. It felt weird with the root stuck inside her ass. She stood awkwardly, holding onto Yukon’s arm for balance.
“What are you doing to me?”
“You’ll be glad we prepared you properly,” said Yukon. “We’re not small men.”
She could attest to that fact. They had the biggest cocks she’d ever seen.
They undressed her all the way until she was completely nude. Yukon bent down and supported one of her tits, taking her nipple in his mouth. Parker pressed his body against her from behind, reaching to cup her pussy. He played with her clit and the moment she clenched, the ginger burned the tender tissues in her ass.
Robyn squealed.
“You have to relax, baby. Accept the pleasure. Don’t fight it,” Parker whispered against her neck. He tongued the shell of her ear, teasing her erogenous zone until she closed her eyes. The dual assault on her body had her spiraling out of control. It was so good, so intense, their mouths and hands everywhere.
This was better than she imagined, and she had a vivid imagination.
After the delicious foreplay seemed to carry on forever, they stopped. “I think she’s ready,” said Yukon. Robyn was already in a half-daze, savoring the sensations, not thinking about anything but here and now.
Yukon kicked off his jeans and boxers and sat on his brother’s queen bed, his rock-hard erection pointing up like a virile arrow.
Yukon leaned back on his elbows, reaching one hand forward to hold the base of his cock.
Parker led her forward. “Straddle Yukon, baby. Sit on his cock.”
She was panting now, so eager to be fucked it was obscene. Robyn crawled over him until she straddled his hips.
“Good girl. Come on, sweetheart. I want to feel your hot little cunt. Give me what’s mine.” Yukon helped her impale herself on his thick cock. She was so wet from arousal, easily sinking down on his length. Yukon groaned as he filled her, and she moaned, loving the fullness. The root began to burn from the pressure, but Parker was quick to remove it. She heard it drop to the floor.
“Get ready to take another man, Robyn. Just relax and push back against me.” Parker’s cockhead waited at her forbidden hole, demanding entrance. She was already stretched and the root left a numbing effect, so there was no pain as he worked his dick past her anal ring. Her body felt like it would explode as the two cocks fought to fit inside her body at the same time. She was so full, so thoroughly claimed.
Once Parker was seated to the hilt, his entire dick deep in her asshole, he froze, not moving a muscle. He cooed, running the tips of his fingers up and down her bare back until she was relaxed and calm.
“Hurry up, Parker. I’m dying here,” said Yukon.
“Man up. We need to take our time with her.” Parker began to ever so slowly pull his cock out, then in, then out again. He picked up the rhythm, and Yukon joined him. They pistoned in and out of her like a machine, in perfect sync the entire time.
“Oh fuck, you’re tight, baby girl.” Parker held her hips in a bruising grip as he stood behind her, pummeling her ass. Yukon suckled her tits as he fucked her from underneath. It was so good, more than she could have hoped for.
The overload of pleasure brought the promise of an orgasm to remember. “I’m close. Oh God, I’m going to come hard.”
“Let it all go, baby. Come all over our cocks,” said Yukon. He kissed her on the mouth, silencing her cries as the orgasm finally splintered inside of her. She broke from the kiss, panting and crying out as colored light passed behind her closed eyes. Her release went on and on, her pussy and ass throbbing and squeezing the brothers until they joined her.
Parker was first, filling her ass before gently slipping out. Yukon followed, holding her hips as he pumped into her from beneath, her entire body quivering.
She collapsed over him after he came inside her, his sweat-slick body hot against her breasts.
“That was perfect,” said Parker. She heard the tap in the bathroom next to his bedroom. He came back in and asked her to spread her legs. With gentle strokes, he cleansed the cum from her legs, and wiped her clean. Her body was still a hotwire and she gasped each time he rubbed a sensitive spot.
He climbed on his bed, and she fell asleep between them, feeling safe, wanted, and home.