Dirty Boss by Mia Ford (40)

Ivy knew she should be punished, she should leave the ranch. She knew she needed to go before she could cause any more harm or heartache to the man who had put all his trust in her. But before that, she would have to face Archer again. He had to take responsibility for it, just as much as she had.

* * *

Ivy found Archer lying on the field behind the house, a few hours later. He had his hat covering his face and seemed to be enjoying a sunny nap.

“You!” She thundered at him as she walked towards him like she was on a mission. She was wearing a long cotton dress, the bottoms of which were trailing in the dust but she didn’t care anymore. Her clothes were the last thing on her mind today.

Archer lazily lifted the hat off his face when he heard her voice, and blinked his eyes against the sun’s harsh glare.

“You!” Ivy repeated herself as she walked closer to him. She had lost her trail of thought when she saw him. How could she express her anger at a man who looked like that?

Archer was lying in the sun with his shirt off. His skin was glistening, tanned to the color of caramel, his washboard abs were hard and rigid as he bent his torso upwards to support himself on his elbows. She could see that he was assessing her again, with his usual dangerously blue eyes. His dark wavy hair fell over his forehead in a mess, one thick curl was over his right eye as he stared at her with an unwavering gaze.

He had noticed the way the blue cotton dress stretched fabulously over her big breasts. He was following the bounce of her hips with his eyes. She was curvaceous, small and had a big frame, and his eyes told her that was exactly what he liked looking at.

That devilish smile was still on his face as he watched her approaching him, the dimples dangerously close to appearing on his cheeks. He seemed to have forgotten their conversation in his room from the previous day. He didn’t seem to be concerned any more about what he had done.

“Are you offering fries with that shake?” He asked, just as Ivy came to a halt in front of him, folding her arms over her chest. She rolled her eyes at him, ogling his beautiful naked torso and at the same time, annoyed at his casual air.

“I’m glad to see that you don’t care anymore.” Ivy snapped at him and Archer smiled fully now.

“Care about what?” He asked, straightening himself to a full sitting position.

“That we have both betrayed Leon. He’s your brother, in case you’ve forgotten.” Ivy said, trying to narrow her large green eyes at him. But she kept getting distracted by his smoking body, and Archer knew that. He had caught her looking.

“Betrayed? Don’t be so dramatic, my dear Ivy.” He said with a short laugh.

“You were quite dramatic last evening too!” She snapped at him, still in disbelief that he could be this nonchalant.

“I was surprised that Leon was sleeping with you. In retrospect, it doesn’t surprise me. After all, we do have the same tastes as you can imagine. We’re twins.” Archer was still grinning, enjoying the way Ivy’s face lit up, from shame and anger.

He didn’t seem fazed. He seemed like he didn’t care, while Ivy was aware of what Leon’s reaction was going to be. She cared that she had betrayed him the same way Vivienne had.

“Well, I’m going to just leave then.” She said, whipping around. Archer had heaved himself up in one quick motion and pulled her towards him, so that Ivy landed with a thud on his glossy bare chest. Despite herself, how much she was mad at him, how angry she was with herself, she couldn’t help but admire the strength of his maneuvers, how absolutely smooth this man was.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” He asked, in a whisper, looking down at her face menacingly. Ivy jerked her arm away from him, her nostrils flaring. As sexy as this man was, he wasn’t going to be able to hold her back.

“I’m leaving this place. I don’t want to be a part of this. I can’t do this to Leon.” She said, finally managing to break free from Archer’s grip.

“Are you afraid of not being able to resist me?” He asked, flexing his muscles at her. He was standing with his feet apart, grinning at her, enjoying the fact that she couldn’t keep her eyes off his washboard abs.

Ivy rolled her eyes and whipped away from him. She was glad she had made this decision. She was glad that she was going away. Archer was right. He was a temptation. She knew how he could make her feel, how easily he could make her come. He wasn’t just a fine thing to look at. And she didn’t want to put herself in that position again, of betraying Leon.

“Just don’t tell him.” She said, suddenly remembering what she had come here to say to him. When she turned, she found that Archer was in the process of silently putting his shirt back on. He took in a deep breath as he slipped it over his shoulders. Ivy saw his muscles arch, his torso move, the dark trail of hair down his navel that disappeared into his jeans. She forced herself to look back up at his face.

“But I don’t keep any secrets from my brother, Ivy.” Archer said, with a teasing cruel look on his face. He seemed like he had nothing to lose. He knew his brother couldn’t fault him. He didn’t know Leon was sleeping with Ivy, she did. And she had chosen not to tell him.

“Please, don’t. Not till I leave.” Ivy said, gulping.

Archer shrugged his shoulders and gave out a short laugh. Ivy knew immediately what that meant. She had to leave the ranch, and soon. Before Archer told Leon, before the cat was out of the bag.

Ivy turned on her heels and started running towards the house. She still had a chance to make it. If she ran fast enough, she might still be able to get out of the house before Archer told Leon and he found her, and stopped her, and made her regret that she ever met him. Ivy was afraid, very afraid now.

* * *

Ivy threw her clothes into her bags, and was out of her bedroom door in a matter of minutes. She hadn’t even had a chance to look at herself in the mirror, or prepare herself otherwise for leaving the house. What she also hadn’t thought about, was how she was going to get to her own home. Her father’s house was several miles away, closer to the town center, which meant that she definitely wouldn’t be able to walk it there.

Her only option was to leave the ranch and start walking, after that she would have to try calling her father on her cell phone and hope that he would be able to drive over and pick her up. What else was there to do?

Ivy felt like a criminal, or someone who was trying to escape alive as she rushed towards the main door, carrying her bags in her hands, stumbling and rushing. She knew she had to stay strong. She had to make sure that she didn’t just burst into tears.

She had spent nearly seven weeks at this ranch. This place had soon become her home. And now she was going to leave this place forever.

Thankfully, she could sense that she was alone in the house. Neither Leon nor Archer were in yet, but she had a feeling that Archer had found Leon in the fields and now they were both on their way back to the house.

Ivy stumbled to the front door and let out a huge sigh. She only had a few moments to give one sweeping look to the whole house, drink in the space, the luxury of the mansion, the kitchen where she had spent so much time. The door to her study, which Leon had set up for her was open and she could see in, at the computer…she was going to miss it all. Most of all she was going to miss being surrounded by the scent of Leon, that masculine musky scent that permeated the whole house while she lived in it.

She didn’t have time for more, and picking up her bags again she burst through the front door.

Only to discover that she was too late. Leon and Archer were on their horses and were riding towards the estate from the far-off horizon. Leon especially was riding his horse in great speed, Archer was trailing behind. There was no way she was going to be able to make it to the front gates of the ranch without being intercepted by him first.

But still, she had to try.

Ivy bunched up the skirt of her dress in one hand and ran, silently cursing herself for having chosen to worn this long dress today, out of all days. But she had no other choice. With the bags dangling heavily on one arm, and hitching up her dress with the other, Ivy was running towards the main gate. In some strange hope that Leon wouldn’t be able to reach her, that he wouldn’t just ride after her, past the gate, till he had caught up with her.

She wasn’t thinking about anything else, other than getting away from the brothers. Not because she didn’t want to see them again, not because she didn’t want them, but because she couldn’t face up to the look on Leon’s face. She didn’t want to see the look in his eyes that would tell her exactly how she had betrayed him.

Ivy arrived at the gate which was closed shut and hurriedly, dropping the bags to the ground, she tried to unlock it, scanning the land behind her, where still in the distance she could see Leon and Archer galloping towards her. They weren’t simply silhouettes in the horizon now, they had nearly caught with her, she could almost see Leon’s rigid face.

She swung the gate open with one hand and picked up her bags again and when she turned to give the brothers one last look, she realized that they were too close now. It would only be a matter of seconds…

Leon had grabbed her, and Ivy shrieked. He had barely slowed the speed of his horse down but scooped in to lift her up. His arms held on to her as he continued riding, and lifted her up further so that finally she was sitting on the saddle in front of him, with her legs both dangling from one side.

Ivy was still shrieking. She was still in shock. In those moments of panic, she didn’t know if he was going to hurt her, if she was going to fall…but he had caught on to her tightly, he had managed to lift her up swiftly and smoothly on to the saddle. But Ivy’s heart didn’t know that, it was still beating harshly out of her chest.

They were containing to ride. She in front, aware of Leon’s hard muscular chest pressing against her back as he held on to her, his arm encircling her waist. Ivy felt hot, too hot under her dress. Her golden ringlets were blowing in the breeze as they continued to ride. She had no idea where Archer was, she didn’t dare to try and look for him, but she knew he couldn’t be too far away.

“Where did you think you were going to go?” Leon’s voice was strong and loud in her ear. She could feel his lips moving against her earlobe. Ivy couldn’t reply, she was panting hard, she felt like her chest was going to burst any moment. She knew Leon was capable of many things. But scooping her up like this? Despite everything that was going on, she knew that this man was sexier than ever.

* * *

Ivy jumped off the horse without any help, even though Archer had extended a hand towards her. When Leon finally slowed his horse and eventually came to a halt, Ivy was quick to jump off. She was still trying to keep some of her pride intact, even though she was outnumbered now, by two strong cowboys who also happened to be twins.

She took a few steps back from the horse as Leon jumped off the saddle as well, and to her absolute horror, she saw Archer approach his brother. Now they were standing side by side. Nothing she had ever seen, had ever looked this good. They were both oozing masculinity, both muscular, handsome with sharp eyebrows and chiseled jaws. And she also knew exactly what they both looked like without their clothes on.

“Ivy, where did you think you were going? You have a duty to this ranch.” Leon was the one to break the silence. He wasn’t smiling, and neither was Archer. But to Ivy’s complete surprise, they both looked quite calm, and quite comfortable with each other, given that they had both slept with the same woman.

“I give up on those duties. I don’t want to work here anymore.” Ivy said. She was the only one among the three of them who was still breathless, who was still speaking too loudly. She didn’t know what to expect. What sort of punishment did Leon had planned for her?

“You can’t just quit your job like that. Without notice.” Leon continued and now he had crossed his arms over his wide chest. The muscles on his arms clenched and Ivy gulped. Those were the very arms that had swept her off the ground and placed her on the saddle of his horse.

“Ok, here is my notice now.” She said, jutting her chin up in the air.

“Why are you leaving, Ivy?” Archer said and she jerked her head to look at him. How dare he ask her that? She narrowed her eyes at him and had fixed a harsh glare on his face, and to her further surprise, a smile was breaking on Archer’s face.

“My brother tells me that he recently got a taste of what I have.” Leon said and Ivy almost felt her knees buckling. Here it was. So, Archer had told him. She could feel her nostrils flaring, her lips quivering. She didn’t want to hear what Leon had to say to that. She was suddenly very afraid of him, and afraid of Archer too.

“Does that have anything to do with why you were planning to leave?” Leon continued and Ivy hung her head down in shame.

“I am ashamed for betraying you, Leon.” She forced herself to say. Now that he knew, she had no other choice but to admit to what she had done. Now there was no escaping this.

She looked up when she heard Leon laugh, and soon enough, Archer had joined him too. The brothers were laughing.

“I tried to tell her. But you know how she is, a feisty one this one.” Archer was speaking to Leon, through his laughs, while Leon laughed silently, his shoulders shaking. Ivy’s mouth hung open. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Why wasn’t Leon angry? Why wasn’t he angry with her? With Archer? Why wasn’t he feeling betrayed?

“Why are you ashamed, Ivy? Didn’t I tell you that I share everything with my brother?” Leon said, his laughter finally dying down.

“Even me?” Ivy still couldn’t manage to keep her mouth open. She couldn’t quite understand what Leon was saying, none of this was making sense to her.

“Of course.” Leon said and now he took a few steps towards her.

Ivy gulped, following his movement with her eyes as he came closer towards her.

“My brother and I share everything, Ivy. And I planned on sharing you too. I’m glad you had a chance to experience him before I suggested it to you.” Leon said, coming up to her and holding her face in his hands. There was a sudden warmth in his eyes, that made Ivy’s heart flutter. She could hardly believe what he was saying. It seemed too good to be true. She could never have predicted it.

Archer was standing where he was, and smiling at them.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Leon said and Ivy licked her lips.

“There is no jealousy between us, Ivy. We have always been this way, ever since we were kids. What’s his is mine and what’s mine is his.” Archer was the one speaking now. Ivy looked at him, over Leon’s shoulder who was still holding her face in his hands.

She looked back at him, her eyelids flickering. If what he was saying, was to be believed, it meant that she could have both the brothers, in the same house, as often and as much as she liked, without either of them having a problem with it.

“You understand, Ivy?” Leon asked huskily, before lowering his face so he could fuse his lips with her. She nodded her head as he kissed her. She could feel her belly twitching, and she kissed him back. This would mean that she wouldn’t have to leave the ranch. That she wouldn’t have to give up this life, and she wouldn’t have to choose between one or the other brother.

When they parted, Ivy was gasping for air. Archer was still behind them, his arms crossed, smiling.

“Now, can we go back to our usual day, please?” He said, and Ivy couldn’t stop herself from breaking into uncontrollable laughter. This was actually happening. Her biggest, deepest, darkest fantasy was actually going to come true. She had completely misjudged Leon. He was happy to share her. She hadn’t betrayed him; in fact, she had done exactly what he wanted her to do. She leaned her head-on Leon’s arm and looked up at him with a soft smile on her face. He had no idea how happy he had just made her.

* * *

Blurb

Ivy Hart and Leon Cooper’s blissful sexually charged story continues…

Their little arrangement is working well. Ivy continues to be employed as the housekeeper of The Old Marigold Ranch, but now there is a twist. Leon Cooper has made it clear to her that he shares everything with his twin brother, Archer.

What more can Ivy want? Leon’s sexy dark eyes, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders…and Archer’s clear blue gaze, his shaggy dark hair, his looming frame. Both of their larger than life members! And if the brothers agree that they want to share her, then who is she to complain?

But there is soon cause for complaint, when their little world is not as peaceful any more. Something has changed. It’s a love triangle now and Ivy wants desperately to find a way to choose between the two hottest hunks she has ever met.

* * *

Ivy couldn’t sleep, she kept waking up to a heavy beating heart in the silent house, sweating through the bedsheets and the covers. It had been three days since Leon Cooper, the owner of the ranch she was working as a housekeeper at, had revealed to her that he wanted to share her with his twin brother Archer. And not just as help around the house, but share her in bed.

Leon, in his usual silent brooding style, had revealed nothing more. She had slept with them both. Leon, consistently over the past seven weeks and Archer only once. After she slept with Archer, she was prepared to leave, ashamed at herself for betraying Leon’s trust, for sleeping with his brother, but Leon had stopped her. He insisted that he shared everything with his brother, that he wanted to share her with him in fact, and that was his plan all along.

Now, it had been three days and neither brothers had made a single move. She had been sleeping alone in her bed all the nights since, still wondering when Leon might come to her. When he might explain the terms and conditions of their little arrangement. For now, she was continuing with the housework, with her gardening and trying to work on the online accounting classes she was taking part time.

But at night, when she was surrounded by the privacy of her own room; Ivy couldn’t keep herself from dreaming, yearning for Leon. For Archer. For them both. Both the brothers were equally delicious, equally good lovers. And now finally, she didn’t have to choose.

Ivy swung her legs off the bed, her feet touching the warmth of the carpeted floor. She needed to get some fresh air. The window in her room was shut for now but Ivy walked over to it, opening it wide so that she could finally fill her lungs with some much-needed oxygen.

The breeze blew into the room, blowing her thick golden curls behind her. The slip she was sleeping in had turned damp from the feverish dreams she had been having, and now as it started cooling, it sent goosebumps down her flesh. What had she gotten herself into? What had she agreed to? Both brothers? How was she going to handle them both? What if there were complications?

But her worry was quickly overridden by her excitement at having them both. The Cooper brothers were twins and an amazing example of male perfection. Both tall, muscular, with hard worked natural washboard abs. They were both cowboys, grounded and masculine, and of course, rich as Hell. Leon had bought this ranch worth millions and she was their housekeeper, the person responsible for its maintenance, the food on their table and also for feeding their sexual desires it seemed.

Ivy smiled to herself as she thought about it. She was far away from prying eyes on this ranch, in this private little world with two brothers who fulfilled all her sexual needs. Could life look any better? The only problem was that neither of them had made a move yet, and in the light of day, Ivy was too embarrassed, too shy to say anything. She even wondered now if all of that had been a joke, if Leon had changed his mind. After all, why would he want to share her with someone else? Even if that someone else was his twin.

She shut the window and eventually climbed back into bed. She was growing impatient now. How many more days would she have to wait? How long before she could have Leon again? Could have Archer again? Would it be too bold to make the first move?

She felt the coolness of her soft pillow as it grazed her cheek. She needed to come up with a plan. She had to find some way to break the ice, otherwise she wasn’t sure how long she could still stay sane in anticipation of what was to come.

When she shut her eyes, all Ivy could see was the two brothers, in their cowboy hats, riding their horses together, riding them towards her. Their smiling hardy faces, their biceps flexed, their long strong legs bouncing off the sides of their horses. She could have them both, she could have them whenever she wanted…could she?

Ivy jerked up in bed with a start again. What if it wasn’t her choice? What if part of the deal of having both the brothers was that it was entirely up to them? Was she a prisoner in this ranch? Ivy tried to remind herself of Leon’s actions. How he was always kind to her, how he had always treated her with respect. He had never forced himself on her. He left her alone all day, and only came to her bedroom at night if she agreed to it. But he hadn’t visited her in over a week now. Neither had Archer made a move. What did all of this mean?

Ivy looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four. Four more hours before she was expected to serve them breakfast. She decided she would speak to Leon then. She had to put her foot down and ask him to clarify what he had meant by all that he had said. There was no point talking to Archer, even though they were twins it was easy to see who was the more authoritative of the two brothers. Besides, this house and this ranch was Leon’s not Archer’s, which meant that everything that was done had to be done with his permission.

Ivy tried to lull herself back to sleep, as difficult as it was, she needed to rest so that she could have a fresh start to the new day. It was going to be a big day, and had the possibility of changing her life forever, if she played her cards right.

As she slept, she dreamt about them both, even in her sleep she couldn’t choose between them. They were both too good to be true.

* * *

Ivy was ready and in the kitchen by half past seven. She knew their schedules well by now. Leon was the first to wake, be ready and down for breakfast at eight, sharp. Archer was usually not in the kitchen before nine, sometimes even half past. This would give her just the chance she needed to talk to Leon privately.

She had dressed carefully this morning, making sure that her golden tight ringlets fell like a curtain around her shoulders, her green eyes were bright and sharp. She had chosen a green dress to match her eyes, a thin cotton one that reached her knees in a wide frill. She knew Leon liked her to dress up. She knew he watched her walking around the house, following the way her wide hips swayed, how the curves of her butt swung with every step she took. This dress had a deep plunge in the front, so that her cleavage was revealed in full form, enticing with its juicy fullness.

When Ivy heard Leon’s footsteps on the stairs, she positioned herself in front of the table, making sure her curls fell over her shoulders, accentuating the rise and fall of her breasts. She stood with her hands on her hips so that he could appreciate her full form. Her cheeks flushed the moment Leon walked into the room, because she was aware of the set up. She was setting him up for seduction. She wanted him to be the weaker one in the room so that he would be forced to talk to her.

Leon entered, tall and heavy, his sandy blonde hair brushed messily to the back. He was in his usual plaid work shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. His jeans were several days old, covered in dust and caked mud. He didn’t care how he looked, but just the sight of him made Ivy immediately excited. She could feel herself beginning to grow wet between her legs. In his hands, Leon was clutching his cowboy hat, but his deep brown eyes settled on her and she saw the look of surprise. He was surprised to see her dressed up this early in the morning. And he had definitely made a mental note of her bursting cleavage.

“Morning.” Ivy chimed, smiling coyly at him.

“Morning.” He said in his deep thick voice. Did she detect a stutter? She had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t planned on being aroused this early in the morning. She could see that he was trying to settle himself. He hadn’t even made a move towards the table or the food, even though Ivy had his breakfast neatly laid out.

“Off to work?” She asked him, still keeping her voice cheerful.

“The usual.” He said, and grumpily pushed past her to pull a chair out for himself. Ivy smiled because she could see how turned on he was, and how angry he was with himself for that.

“Here let me butter your toast.” She added, and over his shoulder she reached for one of his toasts. She noticed the way his eyes went directly to her breasts, that were hovering over one of his shoulders. He gulped and then looked up at her face.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked, after a few moments of silence. Ivy’s breasts shook softly as she buttered his toasts and then placed them back on his plate. She turned to him with a wide smile on her face and her brows crossed.

“Of course, not. Why do you ask?” She said and straightened herself, being sure to keep her breasts jutted out towards him, her back straight. He was looking at her with his brown eyes narrowed, his focus on her face. He was making a mighty attempt to not stare at her breasts again.

“Because you look irresistible and I have to work.” He said it flatly, like he was reading something out from a piece of paper. Ivy took in a deep breath and bit down on her lip. She had been waiting to hear him say this for so long. She had been waiting so long for him. She was ready to rip his clothes off.

“Good, because I’m tired of you staying away from me.” She said, in all seriousness, returning her hand to her hip. Leon’s brows furrowed.

“Staying away from you?” He asked and she nodded her head gently.

“You haven’t come to me for over a week. You said I could have you. Have you both.” She said and a soft smile appeared on Leon’s face. His gaze dropped to his lap and she saw what he was looking at. There was a tent in his jeans, he was aroused beyond belief, just by looking at her. And it made Ivy smile.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind.” He said, when he looked back at her. She still had the smile on her face when she reached for him, for his lap, under the tablecloth.

She breathed in sharply when she felt him in her hands. When she felt how madly he wanted her.

“That’s a shame, because I’ve only had you on my mind.” Ivy said and she saw the way his features darkened. Leon was struggling to keep his cool. He knew what she was doing, he knew that his resolve was going to break any instance, but he was still foolishly resisting. She saw his jaws clench and unclench, his hands remained on the table while he looked at her.

“I have to work. I have a full day ahead of me.” He said hoarsely, like his breath was caught in his throat.

“So do I. Since when has it taken you very long to make me come?” She said, courage coursing through her veins now, as she bent down further to feel him better in her hands. When she looked up she knew he was gone for. Leon was not going to be able to stay away from her any longer.

* * *

Leon reached for her breasts with both his hands, making her tumble. He only needed to tug the front of her dress a slight bit with his teeth and her full firm breasts were revealed to him. Her dress was barely holding them up together. He looked into her eyes, for only a moment, as though he was asking for permission and when Ivy smiled he extended his long bubble tongue for her erect pink nipple.

She could feel herself bursting through her belly, something was moving inside her. The sight of his tongue reaching slowly for her nipple which was at level with his face. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. Just when the wetness of Leon’s tongue touched her painfully aroused nipple. Then his hand cupped it, squeezing her breast further into his mouth. He sucked ferociously. Ivy moaned, still bent over him, her other breast swaying in front of his face.

She reached for him again with her hands. His dick was hard and throbbing in his dusty jeans and she quickly unzipped him. It sprang out, and was velvety smooth and yet hard as a rock in her hands. She was stroking him as he sucked on her breasts, switching from one nipple to the other, hungrily. Like she was his breakfast.

“Ride me.” He said hoarsely, suddenly looking up at her, his chocolate brown eyes narrowed and intense. When Ivy didn’t move, he parted his leg, indicating that he wanted her to sit on his lap. She complied.

Within moments, Ivy had settled herself down on his lap, with her back pressing against the edge of the kitchen table. She was sandwiched between it and Leon’s own muscular body, trapped, with nowhere to go. She reminded herself that this was what she had wanted.

His hands were on her again, holding her by her waist while she could feel his throbbing dick underneath her, pressing up against her moistened panties. Her legs hung on either side of him, while she looked into his eyes.

“You shouldn’t be making me do this. Not right now.” He said and Ivy fluttered her eyelids at him, thrusting her bare breasts towards him again.

“You shouldn’t be this aroused then.” She said coyly and moved her hips in concentric circles, grinding into his dick. She heard him take in a sharp breath and then his grip on her became stronger.

“I’m going to have to fuck you to make it stop.” He said, and he lifted her up. A squeal escaped Ivy’s lips and then she felt his dick slide into her. He had pushed her panties aside, her wet dripping panties. She was so ready for him, she had been ready for him for very long, and when he slid in, Ivy moaned loudly, arching her back from him, throwing her head back in pleasure.

He was deep inside her, holding her tightly by the waist as he made her bounce on his lap.

“You’re going to come for me. Quick.” He said, too loudly this time as he bounced her. She could feel him deep inside her, stroking her G spot repeatedly, thrusting himself in and out of her. She didn’t want him to stop, she didn’t ever want him to stop. It was only a few minutes later that she realized that she had been screaming, loudly, loud enough for Archer in his room to hear.

Leon had a smile on his face, his lower jaw jutted out as he increased his pace, pulling her up and forcing her down to slide down his dick again. She had wrapped her arms around his thick neck, her curls bounced with her, her breasts bounced with her, and Leon continued to smile. He liked watching her come. He liked to see her this helpless in his hands.

“I can’t…I can’t!” Ivy screamed again. She could feel her face going red. He had pushed her over the edge. He was so tight and big inside her, stroking her there, over and over again, giving her no chance to cool off.

“Do it. Now!” Leon growled and she screamed for one last time as she felt her body shake uncontrollably. Leon was coming too, shooting inside her, deep into her where she could feel him emptying himself. He grunted loudly too as he came, his grip on her waist stung now, he was holding her that tightly.

And then slowly, several minutes later, Ivy felt her body beginning to relax. She had had her fill. He had finally satisfied the itching craving she had been having so long for him.

Silently, without a word, Leon eased Ivy off his lap so that her feet were touching the floor again. She straightened herself, and realized she was still a little wobbly from the force of her orgasm. When she looked at him, he was zipping himself back. And then as cool as a cucumber, he picked up one of the buttered toasts and took one big bite out of it. She smiled and shook her head, amazed how quickly he had gone back to being his usual self.

“I’m going to be in the stables if you need me, brother.” Archer’s voice startled them both. Ivy spun around to see him at the kitchen door. The handsome man with his shaggy dark hair, in his full six foot and six inches. He had a dazed expression on his face, but a smile on his face.

“I’ll be there shortly.” Leon said behind her.

“What about breakfast? I have toast and eggs for you.” Ivy called after him, but Archer had turned away from them and disappeared out of sight.

When she whipped around to look at Leon, he was finishing up his food, taking a quick gulp of his lukewarm coffee. She wanted to ask him if everything was fine between the two brothers. If something had happened since they last spoke, but Leon had shut himself off again.

“Have a good day, Ivy.” He said, standing up suddenly. He pressed his lips to her cheeks quickly before he walked past her. And he was gone before she even had a chance to wish him the same.

* * *

Ivy was taking her online classes, when she heard a knock on the door.

“Come on in.” She called out, not quite sure which of the two brothers it was. When the door opened, she found Archer on the other side, with a polite smile on his face.

“Leon wants you to know that he won’t be home for dinner tonight. He’s going to town for some work and will be eating there.” Archer said, with his hand still on the doorknob.

Ivy was a little taken aback by this information, considering that Leon had never done this before. In the weeks that she had been at the ranch, he had not once left the place or gone anywhere, other than to shop for their pantry. And even then, he was always back in a few hours. But she tried to hide her surprise now.

“I see. So, will I only cook for you and me then?” She asked, smiling. It was her way of finding out if Archer was going with his brother as well.

“Yeah, only me and you.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame. He was looking at her now, studying the dress that she had previously used to seduce Leon. She could see that Archer liked it too. The brothers definitely had the same tastes.

“Good.” She said, meeting his eyes.

“Good.” He repeated after her, a knowing smile creeping up his face.

She could feel her nerves twitching. She was getting the sense that Archer was implying something, that perhaps it was going to be their night. But was Leon leaving to give them privacy? Why would he do something like that? The house was big enough, the ranch was big enough for privacy. But she said nothing, only held Archer’s gaze.

He looked handsome in his rugged clothes, the stubble he had not yet shaved had grown to a full-fledged beard now and she was curious how it would feel against her face. His blue eyes were piercing, trying to communicate with her, slowly undressing her as she sat in front of her computer.

Even though Ivy was sexually satisfied now, after Leon that morning, she found herself beginning to crave Archer again. Just the way he was looking at her was enough to tell her what he planned on doing.

“So, I’ll see you tonight then.” He said abruptly and she nodded her head. He was gone again and Ivy was left alone with her thoughts.

The way it looked now was that Leon was leaving for the evening to give his brother his promised share of Ivy, and she couldn’t be more excited. Her one encounter with Archer had left her craving for more, and this was going to be her first opportunity in days.

She blushed as she thought about Archer, his body, about how he was still unexplored and new to her.

She tried to concentrate on the classes again, but it was too late, he had successfully managed to distract her by now and she couldn’t get back to it.

So eventually she left her study and proceeded to the kitchen. It was time to start preparing dinner, it was already late afternoon and if she didn’t start now, she wouldn’t have time to clean up and dust the house before they sat down for their meal.

While she was distracted with thoughts of Archer, she only realized much later in the evening, that she hadn’t seen Leon at all. Not since that morning.

It was when his truck started with a roar outside the kitchen window that she looked up and was surprised to see his face at the truck’s window, looking intently ahead. Ivy waved, hoping that he might look in her direction. But he didn’t. Then Archer appeared in her view, he was walking towards his brother’s side of the truck. They were talking about something, something serious but unfortunately they were too far away for her to be able to overhear.

All she could see was that Leon was saying something, and Archer nodded his head repeatedly. Then he was clenching his jaws and placed a hand on the truck’s roof. Ivy bit down on her lip as she tried to study the brothers’ body language. It didn’t seem like they were having a normal conversation, but it didn’t seem like they were arguing either. As far as Ivy could tell, Leon seemed to be giving Archer strict instructions and he was simply agreeing with them.

She decided they were discussing work. They couldn’t be talking about her! So, she turned away from the window and started tidying up the kitchen counter. When she looked up again, Leon was driving away. He hadn’t once looked in her direction, not that she had noticed, and now Archer remained where he was, watching the back of his brother’s jeep driving away. He had his hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans and was slowly shaking his head. Like he was disappointed with something that Leon had said.

Then he suddenly looked up, it was too late for Ivy to look away and their gazes locked. For a moment, she thought that Archer was going to say something, something harsh. But instead his face broke out in a smile. The dimples appeared and deepened on his cheeks and then he shrugged. She had no idea why. What was he trying to tell her?

And then Archer had walked away from her vision, back to the fields to finish the work for the evening.

Not that Ivy had any reason to, but the exchange she had witnessed had left her with a nagging feeling. She remembered how casually Archer had appeared at the kitchen door that morning, just moments after Leon and she had orgasmed, like he was waiting for them to finish. How he hadn’t remained for breakfast. How Leon had ignored her all day, and sent her his messages through Archer. Something didn’t quite feel right, but she decided that it was only them. The two brothers were strange and stand-offish and there was no point dwelling on it.

* * *

Archer was on time for dinner that night, he appeared in the kitchen right at eight and took a seat silently at the head of the table. Ivy felt her brows furrow a little when she saw that. It was strange seeing someone else sitting where Leon usually sat, but she said nothing. They were brothers, twins, and like Leon had insisted so many times, they shared everything.

“This looks lovely. You’ve outdone yourself, Ivy.” He said, picking up his fork and knife.

She had cooked them each a medium rare sirloin steak, with mash, peas and carrots. A garlic peppercorn sauce was served in a gravy boat on the side and some rosemary potato wedges as well. He was right, she had outdone herself. She wanted to impress Archer, she wanted to demonstrate to him that this night was special. Without being too forward. She didn’t know Archer well enough, unlike Leon, to simply out rightly seduce him. And they had gotten off to a rocky start in their relationship.

“Thank you.” Ivy said, shifting in her chair. She was still in the same green revealing dress which made her cleavage float invitingly under her neck. Archer wasn’t pretending to not notice it. His gaze kept dropping to the rise and fall of her breasts, and every time he looked back up at her eyes, she could see that he wanted her more and more.

“Where has Leon gone?” Ivy asked, after they had been quietly eating for a few minutes. Archer seemed to take a sharp intake of breath and continued chewing silently.

“He had some work in town.” Was all he offered. Ivy was beginning to get the feeling now that he didn’t want to talk about his brother.

“I hope the food is good.” She said quickly, trying to change the topic and not dampen the mood. She didn’t want Archer to think that she wasn’t going along with the arrangement, like she didn’t want them to share her.

“You definitely know the way to a man’s heart.” He said, his eyes dropping to her neck, her cleavage again. Ivy blushed and looked down at her plate. He was beating around the bush. Unlike Leon, who got straight to the point, Archer seemed to not want to talk about it openly.

“Yeah, I have a feeling that was what attracted Leon to me.” Ivy said, and then wanted to bite her tongue. There was Leon again! Why couldn’t she stop talking about him? When Archer so clearly didn’t want to. He only gave a small smirk and nodded his head.

“For me, it was definitely your breasts and your ass.” He said suddenly, and clanked his cutlery down on the table. She thought he was about to stand up and lunge towards her, but he didn’t. Something seemed to be holding him back. He had been so forward and authoritative when he had taken her in the stable the last time. Now, he was holding himself back. What was he waiting for? Ivy wanted him to quickly make the first move. She wanted a taste of him again, but she was too shy to say anything directly.

“Look, Ivy, I know Leon told you that we want to share you. That we always share.” He began to say, and Ivy nodded her head. Finally! They were going somewhere with this. She wanted him to admit that Leon had left for town that evening so that they could be together.

“And that is true. We have always shared everything.” He continued.

“Even Vivienne?” She blurted out, even though she hadn’t meant to ask him that. Archer seemed surprised, he fell silent suddenly and then looked like he was searching for the right words with which to frame the next sentence.

“No, not her. He was in love with her.” He said, looking deep into her eyes. Ivy knew he wanted her to flinch when she heard the words. She almost did. They were somehow harsh words. They were proof that Leon was willing to share Ivy with Archer, only because he wasn’t in love with her. That it was just about the sex. And she had known that, deep in her heart she had known that was why, but till now she hadn’t admitted it. And now Archer had said it directly to her, so there was no denying it.

“I see.” Was all she could say. Archer sank back in his chair, looking at her solemnly.

“We’ve shared girls before, my girls, his. Women seem to get a kick out of it, maybe because we’re twins.” He continued.

“And maybe because you’re both so hot.” Ivy blurted out, and giggled nervously. She didn’t want Archer to see how his previous revelation had affected her. She didn’t want to appear weak.

Archer’s eyes narrowed on her, and he smiled.

“Maybe.” He said, quietly and now a smile was forming on his face again. Ivy gulped, aware of the twitch in her fingers, the feelings of disappointment and the lingering sadness that she was trying to suffocate inside her. Leon didn’t love her. He didn’t care for her enough. That was why he wanted to share her.

“I just wanted you to know that.” He said.

“Know what?” Ivy found herself snapping at him, but he hadn’t noticed the change in her tone.

“That we’ve done this before. That we’ve shared other girls before. So, that you have no doubts about it.” He said, and Ivy could do nothing other than nod her head.

* * *

“No, I don’t have doubts.” Ivy said proudly. She didn’t want Archer to see that her pride had been wounded. She didn’t want him to think that she hoped that maybe Leon could love her. He wanted to share her with his brother after all, and she wanted to be shared too. So, what else could she expect?

“That’s what I wanted to hear. I didn’t want to cause complications.” Archer said, wiping the sides of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Why would there be any complications? We all get what we want this way.” She said, raising her eyebrows and jutting her chin out. That was the truth, wasn’t it? They were all getting what they wanted. She wanted Leon, and she also wanted Archer and they both wanted her.

“That’s right.” Archer said and she noticed how he was beginning to look at her again, like she was already naked in front of him. She hoped she could forget about Leon’s feelings quickly, so that she could fully enjoy the experience of being with Archer now.

“So is that why Leon went to town tonight?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking.

Archer cleared his throat and then shrugged his shoulders.

“Something like that.” He said, smiling again and when those dimples appeared, Ivy knew that she was floored. She wanted him to come closer. She wanted him to touch her right then.

“I’ve had a good meal, Ivy.” He said, rubbing his stomach in quick rotating motions. “And now, I believe it is time for me to collect what is due me.” He said and slowly she watched as he pushed his chair back and started to stand up.

Just the implication of what was going to happen, was enough. She had forgotten about Leon. Archer was the only man who existed in that room and he was walking towards her.

She turned on her chair towards him, her body shaking a little now from the rush of excitement she could feel.

“Are you ready for me this time, Ivy?” He asked her hoarsely, approaching her in a slow pace. While Ivy remained on the chair, she turned her face up to look at him. Archer towered over her, looking down at her with his dark blue eyes narrowed, down her cleavage and she could see the hunger in those eyes. Just like her, he too had been waiting to be with her again.

“Stand up, Ivy.” He said and she did as she was told. Even though she knew they were brothers, the thought didn’t enter her mind. Leon and Archer were two separate people to her, and right now, all she wanted was Archer.

When she stood up, Archer stepped towards her, and he seemed to be studying her body slowly, from the golden curls around her face to her ankles. He seemed to be assessing her, like he was planning on what to do.

“Good.” He mumbled as she stood before him, confused now about what exactly he wanted her to do.

Then Archer had placed his large hands on both her shoulders, he was dragging the thin sleeves of her dress down, along her arm, so that her breasts covered in her bra were revealed to him.

But Archer didn’t stop there, he kept pulling the dress down, past her navel, down her hips till they were lying in a heap around her ankles.

She could feel the goosebumps appear on her flesh by now. She felt conscious of her body, of her naked bare body. And Archer was only the second man who had seen her like this. His brother was the first.

“Now I can look at you properly.” She heard him say, although he wasn’t really looking at her eyes. His focus was entirely on the rest of her body. She pressed her thighs together, to experience the tingling feeling between her legs. As she had predicted, she was wet already. That was the answer to his question of whether she was ready for him or not.

“I wonder what you taste like.” Archer had leaned towards her to say, so that now his breath shook a curl that had fallen on her face. He blew it away, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He wanted to taste her? What did he mean by that?

“Lie down on the table, Ivy.” He said, like he was answering the thought she had just had.

Her mouth hung open slightly as she looked up at him. He only nodded his head as an encouragement.

She took a few steps back till her butt pressed against the dining table. She wasn’t even thinking about the food or the plates on the table, she simply leaned herself back and did a little jump. She felt the top of her head knock against a bowl or plate, but she didn’t care. She was lying, in her underwear on top of the dining table and feeling suddenly very shy.

She quickly wrapped her arms around herself, over her breasts and pressed her legs together again.

“How am I going to get my dessert if you don’t show me what you’re offering.” He said, looming over her. Archer had that smile on his face, those dimples were there on his cheeks, his blue eyes looked intense. Like he was on a mission.

He didn’t have to touch her for her to slowly start parting her legs. She moved her arms as well so that her breasts were revealed to him. Her nipples were erect and standing up through the fabric of her bra. She knew that he could see the wetness through her panties too.

Archer seemed to take a step back to admire the view.

“Delicious.” He said, looking back at her.

* * *

Archer was down on his knees, still fully clothed. Which somehow was turning Ivy on even more. It was like the anticipation of seeing him naked again, was making her more wet. He was teasing her. He could see that she wanted him to strip.

When Ivy lifted her head up slightly she saw that Archer had positioned himself between her legs. His head was at level with her wetness, her sex, her dripping waiting core. He was watching it, then looked up at her face.

“You’re very ready. This is going to be good.” He said and she gulped. With furrowed brows, Ivy let her head hit the table again and she closed her eyes. The coldness of the granite table top was cooling her back, while the rest of her body was burning up. She wanted to hold something, to clutch anything, but there was nothing, so her arms remained on her side. She was clenching and unclenching her hands in anticipation.

Then she felt Archer’s breath on her, there, he had brought his face closer to her.

“You smell fresh, young, very tight.” He said, more to himself than to her. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He was repeating himself, like an internal monologue, and Ivy gulped again. She was afraid of how she was going to feel. Of how her body was going to react.

Then she felt his fingers, slide up the inside of her thigh till it rested on the seam of her panties. She wanted desperately for him to tear them off. She wanted him to do something, anything, but Archer Cooper was taking his time.

He lifted her it slowly, it was sticking to her. And then he started sliding it down, forcefully, till it reached her mid-thigh.

Without a word, Archer shifted her legs closer together so that he could further slide it down past her knees. And she didn’t hear the sound of it landing on the floor, but she knew that she was now almost entirely naked, except for her bra. Archer Cooper had laid her out on the table and was going to have his fill. But again, he was watching her now.

“Part your legs Ivy. Show me in.” She heard him say, in a low grunt and she did what she was told again. Ivy parted her legs wide, and Archer wedged himself in, right up close to her so that she could feel his breath on her wetness again.

The sensation, of his tongue on her, shook her like a strong electric current. Her reaction was to suddenly press her legs together again, but she was obstructed by Archer’s presence between them. She heard him give a small laugh.

“A little jumpy?” She heard his muffled voice, and he licked her again. Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel his long tongue on her. He was lapping her up, licking her juices, simply touching her there with his tongue.

She shook her head, pressing her eyes close tightly. She wasn’t sure what these feelings were that were coursing through her. This was more intense than sex, more violent than Leon being inside her. Archer’s tongue was now pushing, thrusting, slowly parting her sex lips.

“Very tasty.” He said, his voice was muffled again and in a flash, he had stuck his tongue into her.

A loud moan escaped Ivy’s lips. She arched her back and her legs spread apart on their own, Archer shifted, moving his face closer to her so that he could start really tasting her. His mouth was pressed to her. She had imagined feeling the coarseness of his beard on her face, but now it was grazing against her legs, against the soft core of her. And it was a crippling feeling, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand up steadily on her feet even if she tried now.

She felt Archer’s hands move down and cup her butt now as her legs spread wider and wider, inviting him in deeper. His tongue was thrusting, the same way his dick had thrust into her before, but his tongue was reaching her fleshy corners, stroking her in places nobody had before.

Ivy couldn’t help but moan, while Archer’s voice remained muffled, stuck to her there. She knew she was going to come soon. It was going to happen soon. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth had hung open. Nothing had ever felt this good.

“I see you started without me.” Leon’s voice jerked her up from the table.

Ivy lifted herself, a gasp escaping her lips. Leon was at the dining room door, two plastic bags hanging from his hands. There was a soft smile on his face, and his chocolate brown eyes seemed to be dancing.

“Archer, Archer.” Ivy gently touched the top of his head. But Archer seemed to be lost. Either he hadn’t noticed the presence of his brother at the door, or he didn’t care. But Ivy’s heart was racing. Leon was watching her; he was watching them. He was smiling at what they were doing. His brother’s head between Ivy’s legs, the way he was sucking on her, licking her there, thrusting his tongue deep into her repeatedly.

Ivy gulped and said his name again, but Archer didn’t look like he was going to stop.

What was going on? Ivy was confused, and slightly ashamed. She didn’t want Leon to see her like this. Even if he had given them the privacy to have sex, she didn’t want him to actually see them doing it. But she couldn’t make Archer stop, all her resolve was gone, he was still making her weak, making her feel so good. She was still on the brink of an orgasm.

She simply stared at Leon and he stared back at her, while Archer continued to lick her, forcefully, like he wasn’t about to stop unless she came.

Leon took in a deep breath and the plastic bags fell from his hands to the floor by the door. He wasn’t just going to keep standing there any more, he was coming in.

* * *

Ivy was suddenly afraid, as Leon approached her on the table. He wasn’t looking at his brother any more, his entire focus was just on her. He was looking at her naked body, at the way her face was scrunched up with pleasure. How helpless she looked while his brother had pinned her down.

“Are you enjoying this, Ivy?” He asked, taking a few long strides so that he was beside her now, looking down. She didn’t know what to say, she felt ashamed and guilty. But Leon wasn’t behaving like he was angry or upset at having caught her with his brother. And moreover, Archer had still not stopped, he was still licking her.

“I asked you a question, Ivy.” Leon said and she watched as he placed one of his hands on her bare belly.

“Yes. I am.” She stuttered and Leon looked at her again, and smiled.

“Good. I’m glad Archer has been giving you a VIP treatment.” He said and ran his hand over her abdomen now, up towards her breasts. Then he was tugging the clothing away. It gave way and snapped to the side so that her full juicy breasts with her pink erect nipples were revealed to him. Archer had still not moved; he hadn’t even lifted his head. He was like a machine, only built for her pleasure.

Ivy blushed as she looked dazedly at Leon. He seemed to be amazed by the sight of her breasts, one of which he now squeezed.

She was confused again. What was going on? Why were they not uncomfortable in each other’s presence? Was this what they meant when they said that they wanted to share her? This was not what she was expecting. Both of them together. How was she going to satisfy them both?

“You look confused, Ivy.” Leon said, tearing his gaze away from her breasts to her face again. Archer stopped suddenly, his tongue stopped stroking her and he lifted his head too.

Both the brothers were looking at her. Fully clothed, twins, the most gorgeous men she had ever set eyes on, were staring at her, smiles dancing in their eyes.

“Are you confused, Ivy?” Archer asked, in a friendlier tone.

“No. I mean, yes, a little bit. I don’t know what’s going on.” Ivy said, lifting her head up to them. She felt outnumbered and helpless, completely naked and lying on a dining table like that. She watched as the brothers exchanged looks and smiled.

“Nothing’s going on, Ivy. It’s just that we want to make you feel good. We want you to have the best time of your life. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” It was Leon who spoke, in his deep calm voice. Like he was simply instructing her on how to ride a horse.

Ivy gulped and nodded her head. Of course, she would like that. Having both of them together? That would be a dream come true. In fact, she hadn’t even fantasized about that. She didn’t even think that would be possible.

“I knew you would.” Leon added and then gently stroked her head.

“Lie back down, Ivy.” He said and she again, did what she was told.

She stared up at the ceiling, blinking, still in some shock that this was actually happening. What more could she have asked for? Being the center of both Archer and Leon’s attention, at the same time. But she still wasn’t experienced enough. She still didn’t know how this was going to work.

Till Archer went back to licking her.

Ivy gasped again, because he had done it unexpectedly, and she felt his tongue thrust into her.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.” She heard Archer say, in a muffled voice while he continued to lick. Leon was still looming over her, but he suddenly bent down to her exposed breasts. He had started doing what he liked best, sucking on her nipples.

He squeezed her other breast with a hand, while he sucked and licked on the other.

Ivy felt like she was going to explode. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that it could feel so good. But then, she had never imagined both Archer and Leon together. And they had just gotten started.

She couldn’t even imagine what else they had in store for her.

Leon continued to suckle, while Archer licked her between her legs. Ivy was moaning, wriggling in her position, arching her back.

“Make her come, brother. I want to watch you make her come.” Leon lifted his head from her breast to say, and immediately Archer was licking harder. Stroking her faster with his tongue, thrusting it deep into her, harder and rougher so that Ivy was gasping for air now.

She opened her eyes to see that Leon was stripping. His shirt and jeans came off, and then his dick was in his hands. Ivy couldn’t think straight any more, Archer was making her come, very hard and Leon was going to simply watch.

He had stepped away from them, and was standing with his legs parted, stroking his massive dick in his hands, stroking it repeatedly, watching Ivy’s face as it contorted with pleasure.

She couldn’t hold back any longer. She was going to come, loudly and strongly. Archer remained between her legs, licking her gently when she exploded. She couldn’t control her screams any more, and her body jerked forward as she released, right into his mouth, on his tongue.

Archer remained where he was, while from the corner of her eye, Ivy could see that Leon was stroking himself faster, making himself ready. She knew this was not where this was going to end. Soon after Archer, it was going to be Leon’s turn, and he would want to show off to his brother how he could make her come too.

* * *

“You should have her first, brother.” Archer said, finally standing up.

Ivy had barely caught her breath. She was still climbing down from her orgasm, her vision was still hazy, but she could see that Leon was ready for her.

Completely naked, with his six pack abs glistening in sweat, his back arched in an athletic curve. He took a few strong steps towards her, the muscles on his thighs flexed. He only grunted a response to Archer.

In moments, Leon had positioned himself in front of her, where Archer had been. He was between her legs now, but the only difference was that he was standing, and his throbbing rock solid dick was in his hands.

So soon after her orgasm? Ivy wasn’t sure what she wanted now, but the sight of Leon in front of her, staring directly into her eyes was enough. She was ready for him again. She was still wet, and her brows creased as she felt him slide into her. He was inside her with one forceful thrust. Leon placed his hands, clenched on either side of her, and his torso was above her.

He was pumping into her, watching her face, repeatedly, forcefully and Ivy had no other choice but to give in to what her body was experiencing.

She sensed a movement on her side, and turned to see that it was Archer who was undressing now.

Tall, lean and muscular, just like his brother. Archer too grabbed his hard cock in his hands and started stroking.

“Take care of him, Ivy.” Leon barked, as he continued to pump into her. With each pump, Ivy’s body shook, her breasts bounced and her back was sliding on top of the table counter. She wasn’t sure what Leon had meant by that but his brother seemed to, because Archer came close to her now, by her side.

“Take me in your mouth.” He grunted and she looked up at him. Archer’s blue eyes were dark and narrowed on her. Those dimples and that smile was gone. He was glaring at her, while he turned his cock towards her. In her mouth?

Ivy opened her mouth wide. She was going to be a good girl and do as she was told. Leon was still pumping, using her dick to stretch her tight, fill her up.

Archer’s grazed her parted lips with the velvety smoothness of the tip of his cock. She gulped. How was she going to take his full length in her mouth? He pushed it in. She nearly gagged but he had pulled out of her.

“She has a lot to learn, doesn’t she?” Archer looked at his brother. He pushed his cock into her mouth again, and this time Ivy moved her tongue out of the way and closed her eyes. This was starting to feel good. Leon’s dick inside her, deep there, stroking repeatedly while Archer’s was in her mouth.

She felt helpless in their presence and she enjoyed it, it made her wetter, Leon was sliding in and out of her.

“Watch me make her come.” She heard him say and Archer quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Leon leaned in over her.

“Look at me Ivy.” Leon roared at her. She opened her eyes and found him staring down at her.

“Come for me.” He roared again, and he was pumping hard into her. Repeatedly, over and over again, thrusting into her till she was bouncing off the table top.

Leon pulled her up closer to him with a strong grip on her sides, so that her breasts were pressed against his chest. She was going to come. He was deep inside her, he had reached her there. There was no stopping it any more.

Ivy came again, loudly, screaming and gasping for breath. While Leon came too, exploding inside her with a few growls. Their bodies rocked together as they orgasmed together, and Leon suddenly pushed her away from her, tightly holding her still with his hands.

His eyes were on her, as she tried to catch a breath. Ivy’s body was shaking in his hands. She could see something else in his eyes. He was looking deep into them, like he was focusing on her soul.

“Good girl.” He said, in a hoarse whisper. Almost like he didn’t want his brother to hear. She felt dazed, still a little confused and she collapsed back on the table top with a gentle thud.

She felt spent, dizzy from two explosive orgasms. She still hadn’t had the opportunity to properly wrap her brain around what had just happened. How had all this happened? How had she ended up here? Was this some kind of a trick? Or a dream?

Archer was still stroking himself beside her as she felt her heavy lids flickering, she was going to quickly fall asleep. She had no control over her body or her brain now, it was shutting down.

“She needs sleep.” She thought she heard Leon’s voice somewhere in the background, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to pry her eyelids open.

“But I’m not finished yet.” She also heard Archer say.

Then she felt someone’s hands on her, and she knew she was being lifted, carried, her head pressed gently against the strong bare chest of Leon. He was carrying her to her bedroom. Ivy had still not managed to open her eyes, but she felt her head softly lay against her pillow.

Someone was pulling the covers of her naked body that was still burning up. She was drifting away. She was completely spent. She didn’t have the energy to even force her eyelids open to make sure that it was Leon who had carried her here.

“Get some rest.” That voice was definitely Leon’s, but soon she was drifting away. A peaceful sweet darkness had enveloped her and she was falling asleep. She wasn’t going to be able to think about this for a while now, and she gave up trying to struggle against it.

* * *

Ivy awoke to the comfort of her own room the next morning, still feeling dazed and quite unsure of where she was. She had been buried in a long peaceful sleep and when she woke up, she straightened her back and stretched her arms. A happy yawn escaped her lips, she was yet to recall the events of the previous night.

She remained sitting on her bed for a few more moments, enjoying the way the sunshine flooded her room, and covered everything in a sea of gold. A sudden image of Leon standing over her, brought everything back to memory in a gush. A gasp escaped her lips and she covered her mouth with a hand. Did all that actually happen last night?

She was out of bed and on her feet within seconds. But once up she wasn’t sure what to do next. She was afraid of stepping out of the room. She was unsure of whether the dynamics in their relationships had changed.

Ivy was pacing the floor, only a thin silk robe covered her body. Whoever it was the previous night who had laid her down in bed, had done so without putting her clothes back on her. She had slept naked the whole night.

Memories of the previous night were flooding her brain now. She could feel a thrill run down her spine. She was definitely satisfied, her brain was buzzing from how excited she had been, how dream-like the whole episode had been. But other than how good the two brothers had made her feel; Ivy was getting a nagging feeling that all was not well in paradise.

She remembered little snippets of the exchange of looks between the twins. How Leon had barked commands at both of them, how Archer had followed Leon’s orders and how he hadn’t been allowed to come.

It could have been because she had passed out. It could have been that Leon saw how exhausted she was, and how she was going to fall asleep in any minute and he just wanted her to rest. But for some reason, Ivy got the feeling that he purposely didn’t let Archer finish what he had started. It felt like Leon had entirely hijacked the night. He had appeared out of nowhere and even though it was a ménage, it was Leon who had all the control. He was holding the reins.

Ivy was still pacing, barefoot and in her robe, she clutched her arms to her belly. It was like she could still feel Leon’s grip on her sides as he drove into her, making her come, forcing her to come. And then she remembered the way Archer had licked her, he had shown her a new way of pleasure that she had never imagined herself being involved in.

Her mind kept drifting back and forth. For a few minutes, she got lost in recalling the pleasures of the previous night, and soon after she felt confused again. She didn’t know what to think. Was all that normal?

Archer had told her that they had done this before. They had shared other girls before. At the time, Ivy only thought he meant that they slept with the same women. She hadn’t considered that he might have been talking about sleeping with them at the same time.

So, if the brothers were experienced in this. If they had done this before, why did she feel like the previous night hadn’t gone as smoothly? She had heard the accusation in Archer’s voice when he told his brother that he hadn’t finished. She remembered the way Leon assumed charge and fucked her, right after commanding his brother to make her come with his mouth.

Ivy shook her head vigorously. She realized there was no point just pacing about the room and wondering what was going on. After all, how long was she going to keep herself locked up here? They had both seen her at her most vulnerable. It was like there was nothing to hide between the three of them. It was time to leave the room and face the music.

Ivy showered, washing away all traces of Leon from her body, and Archer’s mouth. She couldn’t help but smile to herself in the shower as her skin tingled under the jet of piping hot water. Despite all the misgivings she had regarding the situation, the truth was that she had never had a more enjoyable night before. She had never felt this alive. And also, strangely safe, protected.

She changed into a pair of skinny dark jeans that showed off her curves and picked out an oversized white cotton shirt, in a thin translucent material that showed off the pop of pink of her bra.

She carefully dried her hair and styled it to fall in their usual shining blonde ringlets around her face and shoulders. It was time to face the brothers.

When Ivy checked her watch, it was nearly eight, which meant that at least Leon, if not Archer, would be down for breakfast already.

She sucked in her gut, drawing in a deep breath and prepared herself for the moment of truth. It was time to ask Leon some serious questions. For instance, did all those things actually happen or were they simply a fragment of her imagination.

Ivy stepped out of her bedroom, closing the door shut gently behind her. She could see into the kitchen, and her heart was beating hard against her chest as she walked in.

Whatever it was that she was expecting, she wasn’t expecting to find an empty place. Ivy’s face swung over to the clock on the wall. It was ten past eight already, where was Leon? In all the time that she had been in this house, he had never once been late for breakfast.

Ivy gulped as she continued staring at the clock. Something was definitely wrong.

* * *

Leon never turned up for breakfast, and when Ivy went looking for him, she couldn’t find him in the stables either. Neither was Archer anywhere in sight. Suddenly, she felt like she was all alone on the ranch. Like the two brothers had for some strange reason, abandoned her.

She walked back dejectedly towards the mansion, and just when she was about to enter the house, she noticed Leon driving down the driveway. She stopped in her tracks and placing her hands on her hips, she stood waiting for him.

Leon seemed to be ignoring her. He parked the truck under the tree where it usually remained and slammed the door shut hard when he jumped off. She couldn’t guess where he had gone this early in the morning.

She shaded her eyes with a hand as she watched him approaching her. It seemed like he was going to completely ignore her and walk past her, instead of acknowledging her presence there. Even though she was taken aback, Ivy realized that she had to say something, quickly before he was gone.

“Leon!” She blurted out, like she was accusing him of some crime. He stopped in his tracks when he heard her voice, only a few feet away from her. But he was in no hurry to turn and look.

“What’s going on?” She asked, dropping her hands to her sides. Ivy couldn’t pretend any more that she wasn’t confused. That she didn’t want some answers.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, finally facing her. His brown eyes narrowed on her, strained by the harsh sun on one hand and concentration on the other. He seemed unhappy to have been stopped in his tracks.

“I’m talking about us. And you skipped breakfast.” Ivy said, stepping towards him. She realized that she had been yelling out of anxiety, when there was no need to. He was close enough to hear.

Leon shrugged his shoulders, his cowboy hat was shading his eyes but Ivy could see the coldness in them.

“I wasn’t hungry. What do you want me to say?” He asked. She felt her lips quiver. She was growing desperate. She wished he would just forget about the barriers he had built around himself, and just give in to their emotions. She wished that he would just scream and yell and tell her what was on his mind, instead of being so passive and aggressive. Most of all, she hoped she might be able to throw her arms around him, just hug him tightly. She really needed that. But he was treating her like she had done something wrong.

“Did you put me to bed last night?” She ventured to say, and watched as his chest grew as he sucked in some air. He seemed annoyed with her, with her questions.

“Yes, you had fallen asleep. What else was I supposed to do?” He growled, like she had accused him of something awful.

Ivy held up her hands in a defensive stance, her voice cracking under the pressure of Leon’s reaction.

“I was only asking. I wasn’t blaming you. Jesus!” She said, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch a breath. She knew her cheeks had turned red; she could feel the back of her neck burning up. Why was he acting this way? After being so tender the previous night. After carrying her to bed and tucking her in. What had changed so drastically?

“Anything else?” He asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Well, I just wanted to talk.” She continued, a little afraid of asking him anything else now. She wasn’t sure what might set him off.

“Talk about what? What is there to suddenly talk about?” He asked, clenching his jaws. He looked really annoyed, as though he honestly couldn’t understand why she was wasting his time.

“About us. About what happened last night!” Ivy was screaming again. She couldn’t hold her emotions in check any more. She felt like she was going to burst now.

“Now is not the time. And there is nothing to discuss. You seemed to be enjoying yourself last night.” Leon’s voice had dropped, but he was speaking through gritted teeth, Ivy could see an angry vein throbbing down the middle of his forehead.

“Of course I did. But I still want to talk about it. And why you’re behaving this way with me now.” She said, crossing her arms over her breasts. She could feel her nails digging into her flesh as she held her arms tightly. It was like she was trying to defend herself against Leon, even though he hadn’t even made a move towards her. And she knew he wasn’t going to.

“Look, Ivy.” He was suddenly deathly calm. Something had switched off in him. The throbbing vein had disappeared from his forehead; his eyes had become softer. He was staring at her, but not angrily any more. “There is nothing to explain, nothing to talk about. What happened last night will never happen again.”

With that, Leon was gone, back into the house, leaving Ivy standing at the door with her jaw hanging open. Will never happen again? But it had been his idea to begin with. He was the one who had turned up in the kitchen and initiated a ménage. He was the one who encouraged Archer to make her come. Why was he suddenly behaving like he didn’t enjoy it? Like they had done something wrong?

Ivy could feel herself trembling as she stood, watching the screen door of the house swinging in the soft warm breeze. Leon had disappeared into the house and she was left alone, completely in shock. She didn’t know whether to feel guilty or angry with the things that he had said.

Did he not want her anymore? Was he repulsed by her now? What had she done, for him to react this way?

* * *

She didn’t go looking for Archer, but he found her in her study some time later. Just when she had settled in to take an accountancy class. That was the only way she figured she could get her mind off Leon, and his behavior.

“Hi.” He said softly, entering the room without knocking.

Ivy flipped around in her chair, startled by his presence. But she was immediately comforted by the kind look in his clear blue eyes. He looked handsome, still with his stubble, and looming in the room. He stood in front of her with his cowboy hat in his hands. He looked like he had something to say, but didn’t have the words for it.

“Hi.” Ivy replied, forcing a smile on her face.

It was a pleasant change to be in Archer’s much calmer, easy going presence. Especially now, right after Leon had lashed her with an onslaught of cruel coldness.

“I was wondering if we could have a chat.” Archer said, walking closer to her. She had to crane her neck to look up at him from her sitting position, and a sudden flash of memory returned. Of Archer’s face between her legs, his lips on her wetness, his tongue stroking her. She blushed, and he must have noticed too, because he smiled. Those dimples appeared on his cheeks. He was thinking about it too.

“Yes, I would like that. I tried talking to Leon, but he wasn’t interested.” She said, looking up at him from under her heavy lids.

Archer gave a sort of snort. Like he didn’t expect his brother to entertain a chat in the first place.

“I don’t think Leon is the chatting type.” He suggested, with a weary smile on his face. Ivy could barely look at him without her cheeks burning up. He had made her feel so good. She couldn’t get that out of her mind.

“No, he’s not.” She said meekly, and Archer snorted again.

“I’m guessing he was mad at you.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. Ivy nodded her head, thankful that at least one of the two brothers was more understanding.

“Yeah, like I had done something wrong.” She was quick to say.

“Yeah, he’s acting mad with me too.” He said, drawing even closer to her.

“But I thought you two had done this before. You seemed so comfortable together. With me.” She said, still blushing, and now also a little confused.

“Yeah we have. Several times, with other girls.” Archer replied, and shrugged his shoulders again. He seemed as exhausted with his brother as Ivy was feeling.

“Then what was the problem now?” She asked him, standing up from her chair.

“Who knows? It’s not like Leon will ever talk about it. It’s difficult to know.” Archer said, stepping closer to her. Their bodies were inches apart now; she could smell the musky scent of him. He smelled great, like the outdoors. She had a sudden urge to feel his breath on her face. To have his lips on her neck, for his breath to blow her curls away.

She felt like she hadn’t enjoyed Archer fully. There was still so much about him yet to discover.

“What are we going to do about it then? He told me it’s never going to happen again.” Ivy had clasped her hands together. She could feel her distress rising, but she was thankful at the same time that Archer was there to talk it through with.

“Did he actually say that?” He asked, meeting her green eyes with his own soft blue ones. He looked concerned when she nodded her head.

“Do you think he means that he doesn’t want to share or none of us are…well…going to be with each other again?” She was fumbling with her words. Archer looked at her calmly, smiled and placed one of his hands on her shoulder affectionately.

“It doesn’t matter what he wants, Ivy. What do you want?” He asked, staring straight into her eyes.

She could barely meet his gaze, not without her cheeks flushing.

“I enjoyed last night. That’s what I want.” She managed to say, and Archer’s smile grew. He was pleased with her answer.

“Me too. Well, I want that because I want you.” He said and she felt the goosebumps on her flesh appear again. He had a tantalizing effect on her. Just his voice reminded her what he was able to do with his tongue. She felt like she was going to drown in his eyes, and that she needed support if she wasn’t going to buckle down.

“What are we going to do then? Leon said no.” She said, still fiddling with her fingers. She felt nervous, excited, afraid…all at the same time.

“Like I said, it doesn’t matter what he wants. He isn’t the boss of us. He’s only my brother.” Archer said and Ivy’s head jerked up to look at him. Where was, he going with this?

“Come away with me.” He said, suddenly, almost defiantly and she sucked in her belly. He couldn't be serious!

“I’m going back to Minnesota. I have to go back home in a few days. Just come with me. What are you going to do cooped up in this place with Leon anyway?” He continued, when she hadn’t replied to him. What he was proposing wasn’t a mad idea, but she hadn’t thought about it. She hadn’t thought about leaving Leon. She hadn’t realized that she could.

But the more that she thought about it now, the clearer it seemed to her. There was nothing holding her back. Especially now, after he had made it clear to her that he was displeased. That he wanted to make some changes. That things were going to work on his terms, and his terms alone.

“Ivy?” Archer asked, squeezing her shoulder as he tried to catch her gaze again. She wasn’t looking at him anymore. She was only thinking about how her life might change if she left this ranch. If she left Leon. What was he giving her anyway? Nothing that Archer couldn’t give her too.

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Ivy peeped out of the living room, gently pulling the lace curtain aside. The brothers had taken their dinners separately and Ivy had eaten in her room. There was a chilly air of uncertain in the air, and it was evident to her that the relationships between the three of them had changed somehow.

Now Leon was sitting by himself, on a large wooden rocking chair on the porch, sipping on a glass of iced tea. The house was dark, as was the porch, but the full moon had cast a silvery glow on Leon, and Ivy admired him silently.

This was the man who had taken her virginity, the man she had so willingly given it to. He had asked her for nothing, but had not given her anything in return either. He made sure that she was well looked after, compensated for the hard work she put in to maintain the house, paid for her accountancy lessons…and most of all, he had been an incredibly good lover.

But now Ivy was beginning to wonder if she wanted more from him, from their relationship. After Archer, had arrived at the ranch, nothing had been the same. She had gotten a taste of what life could be like if someone was more attentive to her, if a man spent more time talking with her, and now she was convinced that she wanted to experience that life too.

Ivy cleared her throat when she stepped out on the porch. Leon would have heard her, but he made no move to acknowledge her presence. He remained sitting on the chair, rocking back and forth gently, staring ahead in the cool darkness of his estate.

“Leon.” She whispered his name, afraid that he would be ready to push her away again. After a few moments of silence, he stirred, moving in his chair to finally look at her with his sparkling dark brown eyes.

“Have you come to try and talk to me again, Ivy?” He asked her, and she had nothing more to say but remain silent.

“What is it?” He asked and turned away from her again. Now that he didn’t have his eyes on her, she felt like she could look at him better, she had found her voice again.

“I wanted to tell you that I’ve decided to leave.” Ivy said, clasping her hands together. She could feel her heart racing; she was afraid that he might be able to hear it too. Leaving this ranch, leaving Leon hadn’t crossed her mind seriously before this. And Archer had changed everything. She didn’t know if she could continue living like this, dancing around on tippy-toes, around Leon’s whims and fancies.

He breathed in deeply and trained his eyes on her again.

“I’m guessing it’s Archer. It’s Archer who has offered to take you away?” He said, in a low knowing voice. He didn’t sound angry and she was relieved. At least this might happen smoothly without another big fight.

“Yes, and I want to go to Minnesota with him.” She found the courage to tell him. Leon breathed in again heavily. He was taking his time to respond to her, while Ivy’s heart continued to race. She was afraid of her knees buckling from nervousness. Seeing Leon like this had reminded her why she was so attracted to him, why she had found him irresistible from the first moment that they had met.

“I don’t blame you.” Was all he said, several seconds later after having considered what she told him.

Ivy wondered if their little talk was over already. If Leon had any other questions for her, but he seemed to have fallen into his own silence again.

“I’m sorry.” She blurted out, not quite sure what she had to be sorry about, but she felt like that needed to be said.

Leon looked at her somberly, with tired eyes, like he was already exhausted with the conversation.

“Why are you sorry, Ivy? You’ve done nothing wrong. Archer is my brother, and I wish him well too. I hope the two of you are happy together.” He said, scratching his knee listlessly, almost like he was trying to find ways of occupying his hands. She had been avoiding his eyes till now, but Ivy looked him squarely now. She couldn’t believe that Leon was giving up this easily, that he wasn’t even putting up a fight.

“Yes, but I’m sorry because I feel like I’ve betrayed you by wanting to go away with him.” She said, a certain anger arising in her voice. Leon recognized it too, because he raised his eyebrows and continued staring at her. A smile was forming on his face, but this one didn’t melt her heart. This was a cruel smile.

“You don’t have to feel bad about that Ivy, I know you get nothing from me and your hope is that you’ll get something from him.” He said, and she felt her muscles stiffen. So, he wasn’t giving up without a fight. Leon was planning on ridiculing her decision, making her feel like she was silly and a young foolish girl.

She raised her chin up in the air and stuck out her jaw at him.

“I know he can give me more than you ever gave me.” She said, her breasts were now rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Leon’s half smile turned into a full one and he shook his head, like he was disappointed with a naughty child.

“What makes you think that? You’ve only known him for a few days.” He said, as calm as a cucumber, while Ivy felt like she was tearing up on the inside. Leon was self-confident, he didn’t seem to be concerned by her decision.

“He’s been kinder, more attentive. He is willing to talk. He wants to talk to me.” She said angrily, angrier now that he was smiling.

Leon shook his head again, making her wince.

“I love my brother. I would do anything for him, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut now.” He said.

Ivy’s brows were crossed; she couldn’t quite understand what he had meant by that. If he was simply trying to provoke her.

“Leon, you should just be honest with me. I know you love him, but…” She said and he interrupted her.

“Sharing you was his idea, not mine.” He growled.

Ivy’s lips closed shut tightly when she heard the words. What was that supposed to mean? What was Leon trying to tell her?

“He was the one who wanted to share you with me. And I agreed because we had done it before. So, you’re right. He is more attentive; he is willing to go the extra mile to have you. You should be with him; he definitely wants you more.” Leon stood up now, looming over her, and she looked up at him, confusion darkening her face.

“So, you didn’t want to do it? Share?” She asked, trying to catch his gaze again. She could see that she was quickly losing him again. Leon was losing his interest in having this conversation. He wanted to return to his silent solitude again, but Ivy wanted answers.

“No, I didn’t. Not really. Not you. But Archer was insistent, he said you wanted it too. He said you slept with him because you wanted to be shared. And I couldn’t just deny you what you wanted. And I couldn’t give you up either. I was foolish.” Leon had covered his large hands over his face, and then he swooped them down, widening his eyes and running his fingers through his hair. She could see that this was an ordeal for him, that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“But Archer said that you shared all your girls, except Vivienne.” Ivy mumbled and Leon shot her a look.

“That’s right. We did. We do. But I didn’t want to share you. I was selfish, and greedy, and so you deserve to go with him. He is more open, loving and can give you what you want.” Leon said, and stepped to the side, he was making to go for the screen door but Ivy was quick to move, to intercept his path.

In the darkness, she leaned in towards Leon. She could smell his scent, his musky masculine smell that filled her lungs, reminding her how happy they were together in those weeks before Archer. How she hadn’t care how often Leon spoke to her, because she was the only person who existed in his world.

To her surprise, he leaned in too. Their lips met, she could taste him on her tongue, she extended an arm, wrapping it around his bent neck. She was pressing herself to him, running her hand down his muscular shirted arm. But then Leon pushed her away.

“Not any more, Ivy. We’re not sharing. You belong to my brother now and I don’t want to do this any longer.” He said, and this time she couldn’t stop him. He had flung open the screen door and disappeared into the house. Ivy contemplated following him in, chasing him to his room, confronting him and demanding further explanations. But she knew him well, even though Leon revealed so little about himself, she knew a lot about him. He was done now. He had made his decision, just like she had. He wasn’t going to talk about it anymore. There was nothing to discuss.

Ivy gulped and licked her lips. She could still taste him in her mouth. That was to be her last kiss with Leon. It was only going to be Archer and herself now, and she tried to smile. He made her happy. He made her laugh. He took out time to be with her. He had pursued her, and he deserved his prize.

Leon had done nothing. She was the one who had coveted him from the start. She seduced him to sleep with her. She made him agree to allow her to stay in the house after their first quarrel. Besides his name, and some bits about his past, Leon revealed very little. The fact that he didn’t want to share her with Archer, could mean anything. That nagging feeling, that maybe Leon had actual feelings for her, were being shoved into the back of her mind. Even if he did, he wasn’t ever going to say the actual words.

Ivy had her whole life ahead of her, she wasn’t so sure if she would be able to spend it with a man who spoke so little. With someone who denied her the privilege of actually expressing his feelings. She wondered if she might feel trapped, just like her mother had. She remembered her mother’s words of caution. To run away from living in isolation if she could. She was certain that Archer would give her a better, more fulfilling life. The kind of life that her mother had never been able to lead. What sort of life would Leon give her?

Ivy shuddered as she thought about it. She had never been to Minnesota. Archer had promised to leave the next day, so that they wouldn’t have to remain in the hostile environment of Leon’s ranch for much longer. She felt lucky and privileged that Archer was willing to do so much for her, sacrifice his own relationship with his brother for her sake.

There was nothing left for her here, she thought as she looked around the estate in its darkness. Leon had his chance, nearly seven weeks to express his feelings. To make her believe that he had more to offer her than employment and satisfying sex.

And now it as time for her to move on, with a man who really wanted to be with her.

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That familiar feeling of packing her bags and readying them next to her bedroom door, returned to her in a flood. This was the third time she had done this, preparing herself to leave Old Marigold Ranch. And this time, it appeared as though it was time to leave for good. A feeling of calmness had descended upon her. She was resolved to not cry, or make a scene.

Archer knocked on her door at eight and she opened it, his smiling dimpled cheeks greeted her. And Ivy was filled with a conviction that she had made the right decision.

“Where is he?” She asked him, her heart thumping.

“Who? Leon? I’m not sure, but I told him last night that we’re leaving today. So, he knows.” Archer said, smirking at her before picking up her bags off the floor.

“How are we going to get into town? Are we taking a train?” She asked him, mighty anxious now. She had never been to Minnesota and she was beginning to grow excited. Archer smiled at her, as he turned to carry her bags over to the front entrance.

“Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of everything. You just get ready.” He said, and she nodded her head.

Ivy had been ready since six, but now she gave herself the once over in the full-length mirror. She would miss this room, she thought, as she pinned in a few more black bobby pins into her hair, holding her beautiful golden ringlets in place, neatly away from her face.

But Archer was rich too. They were both wealthy, and she bit down on her lip wondering what kind of house he lived in.

She was in a yellow summer dress, that matched her hair perfectly. One she knew Leon loved her in, because it accentuated her curved. Not that she wanted to stir anything in Leon any more, that would be wrong of her to do, she knew that. She was the one leaving him.

Ivy smoothened the pleats on the front of her dress, and a noise at her door made her turn. She hadn’t shut the bedroom door and now Leon was leaning against the frame. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was looking at her with his usual expressionless face.

“So, you’re ready to go?” He asked her, and she smiled at him. Nothing could change the fact that she was leaving, so it would be better if she left on good terms, she thought.

“I am. Archer has everything arranged.” She said, walking up to him.

“I’m sure he does.” Leon said, straightening up. She studied his sharp chiseled jaw, that sparkle in his eyes that was lost somehow. His broad chest that made his plaid shirt taut with tightness, how narrow his waist was, how strong his legs were. Ivy gulped, this was going to be more painful than she thought. Leon was like a drug to her. She had fallen for him when she least expected to and he had taught her everything. He helped her explore her own sexuality and she hadn’t thanked him for it.

Ivy fell on him, wrapping her arms around his waist. For a few moments, it seemed that Leon wasn’t sure how to react. His arms were spread open in surprise, till slowly he started to relax. She felt a hand on the small of her back. He was holding her.

“Thank you for everything Leon. I promise I won’t disappoint you. I’ll keep studying.” She said, drawing her face away from his chest, where she had buried it earlier. Leon was looking down at her, and something had changed. His expression had grown softer, and his eyes were shining bright.

“Ivy…” He began to say, and she bit down on her lip. She had no idea what he was about to say, but this was the first time she had seen that look on his face. This was the first time there was an actual imminent danger to their relationship. Was he finally going to say something?

“Stay with me.” He said it in the most neutral, but heavy voice. There was a hint of a strain there, but she had heard it. And Ivy was suddenly struck with a feeling of utter happiness, like she had never felt before.

She flung herself on him again, pressing her face to his chest, tightening the grip of her arms around his waist.

“That’s all I wanted to hear from you, Leon.” She cried into his chest, as she felt his hand on her head. He was stroking her hair.

“That’s all I wanted to say to you. I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” She heard him say, and she couldn’t control herself any more. Ivy felt like she was going to burst.

She pulled herself away from him, and Leon dropped his hands to her face, caressing her gently. Holding her in place.

“I love you Ivy. I always have. That was why I didn’t want to share you with Archer, with anyone.” He was saying, but Ivy could barely hear him. She was laughing from her burgeoning happiness. Nothing that Leon could say could make her feel better. This was what she was waiting for. There was no choice now. She would never leave him; she couldn’t live without him. Everything she did, had done…she had done to please him.

“I love you Leon. I don’t want you to share me with anyone. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay here with you.” She was crying by now, but they were tears of joy.

“As my wife. By my side.” He said, looking deep into her eyes. He wasn’t the kind of man who was going to get down on his knees, and Ivy didn’t care.

“As your wife.” She said and they were kissing, blissfully unaware of the fact that Archer had appeared at the bedroom door. He had turned away, leaving Ivy’s bags at the front door. He knew when he had lost, and this time, he had lost to his brother Leon. And he was man enough to admit defeat.

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