“Are you going to take the offer?” Jack asked. My gaze met Sam’s.
He knew what I was going to say and he beat me to it. “She needs to do her homework at city hall first. Isn’t that right, doll?”
I was already gathering up my purse and car keys as I nodded. To Jack, I explained, “I can’t even start to consider the deal until I sort out the details of this property’s water rights and what they’re worth. It’s Old West laws I know nothing about.”
He scratched his chin as he stared at the ground. I could tell he wanted to ask more questions and I had a good idea where they would lead. What then? If I sold, or even if didn’t… what then? Would I stay or would I go?
I didn’t want to hear the questions because I didn’t have the answers. I was even more confused than before. Instead of sticking around, I busted my ass trying to get out of there, ignoring the tension in the room.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Sam asked. “I could give you a ride, help you do some research.”
I gave him an appreciative smile, but shook my head. “Thanks, but I need to do this on my own. Could you guys lock up when you leave?”
I’d almost reached the door when Jack’s voice stopped me. “Sam and I will stick around and clear out some of this mess,” he said, gesturing toward a stack of boxes and filled trash bags. “When you’re done doing whatever it is you need to do, we’ll meet you at Sam’s house, got it?”
I nodded. It wasn’t a request, really, but a command. I’d gotten used to Sam being the one who issued commands but Jack was a natural. He sauntered across the room until he was standing right in front of me, and placed a finger under my chin to tip my head up so I couldn’t avoid his gaze.
“Don’t make us wait, sweetness. There’s a lot we need to discuss.”
Shit. I knew exactly what they wanted to talk about, but I wasn’t ready. “I thought you said you wouldn’t pressure me.”
He flashed me that shit-eating grin of his as he tugged me toward him roughly. “Did I say that?”
Oh fuck. He slipped a hand down the waistband of my jeans and cupped my pussy, using his fingers to tease my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. My whimper made him smile again and I heard Sam get out of his chair to join us.
“We won’t pressure you, doll,” Sam said, coming to stand behind me so I was sandwiched between them. Trapped in the best way possible. There was no place I’d rather be.
“Not everything can be solved by good sex,” I countered, trying to keep my focus which was close to impossible with these two.
“Just good?” Jack countered.
Sam wrapped his arms around me, his hands cupping my br
easts through my T-shirt. My nipples pressed against the fabric of my bra as his thumbs teased them and I found myself pushing against his palms, trying to get him to touch me harder, the way I liked.
He wouldn’t, and I knew that was on purpose. These men loved to tease, to build up anticipation. I bit back a moan.
What they were doing was working.
“We won’t push you,” Sam said. His hands fell away, but Jack made no move to release me. His palm was still firmly pressed against my pussy and if he didn’t stop working his fingers, I’d come for him just like that—standing and fully clothed. “And we won’t use sex like a weapon. But you have to keep in mind how much we want you. Mind and body. This conversation? You can’t put it off indefinitely.”
No, I couldn’t. Time was running out on this trip, which meant the clock was ticking on our relationship. “Not indefinitely,” I agreed, my voice coming out irritatingly breathy. How was a person supposed to argue effectively when she was being manhandled from all directions?
As much as I wanted to give in and let them have their way with me in the kitchen, time wouldn’t allow it. “But not now,” I said. “I need to get to city hall before they close for the day.”
“Not so fast, sweetness.” Jack leaned down so I could feel his breath against my neck. “You’re not going anywhere with those panties on.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
CATHERINE
A little while later, I was going commando as I walked into Bridgewater’s town hall. I was also a good deal more relaxed than I’d been that morning since they’d made sure to give me two orgasms before sending me on my way. Jack hadn’t stopped fingering my pussy until I came right there in the doorway. After that they’d ordered me to strip off my jeans so I could lose the panties. Sam, apparently not content to let his cousin give me an orgasm without giving me one as well, dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs and started flicking my clit with his tongue, making me come fast and furious as I leaned against the kitchen counter.
So much for not using sex as a weapon. A very pleasurable, mind blowing weapon.
I was sure everyone I passed in city hall could see that I was glowing, but I didn’t have time to worry about gossip. The building was only open for another hour and I needed the legal information so I could make an informed decision. Buck hadn’t pressured me to give him an answer immediately, but I wanted to figure out what I was doing with Charlie’s property as soon as possible. It was too much of a mess to get it ready for market in the next few days, so I’d have no time to think about it if I went back to New York.
If I went back. Since when had I started to doubt my return? For a little while now, if I was being honest. Hell, I’d started to have my doubts about heading back to New York after that first night with Sam and Jack. And who wouldn’t? There was never any question that being wanted by two sexy cowboys was a temptation. I wouldn’t have been a badge carrying woman if I didn’t at least think about staying.