Page 16 of Double Cowboys
“Tell her to go back inside and put more clothes on,” my brother mutters to me under his breath. I shake my head.
“Hell no. How would we even explain without letting the cat out of the bag? No, motherfucker, it’s not going to work.”
“Tell her,” he rasps, those blue eyes eating her up. “Or we’re fucked.”
“Youtell her,” I shoot right back. “I’m not risking Kiki’s wrath again. That woman is a fireball, and you’ve seen how shit gets when she’s angry.”
After all, our encounter with Kiki in our home office hasn’t been forgotten. Was it only last week? She was all fury, sparks, and indignation, and we loved it. The young woman is filled with sass and spunk, and it only makes her more attractive in our eyes.
Unfortunately, we haven’t had a chance to interact with her since then. Kiki moved into the Big House, but we had to leave for a business trip to D.C. almost immediately, and only got back last night. Evidently, the President wants to talk to us about running for Governor of Montana in the next election cycle, and we knew better than to blow him off. Don’t get me wrong because my brother and I have no interest in politics, but it’s never a great idea to anger the big dog, and especially not when he’s got the brain of a ten year old.
As a result, we haven’t been able to talk with Kiki in the week that she’s been with us, but Winston tells us she’s thriving as a ranch hand. Maybe they haven’t set her on the wildest horses yet, but she’s doing well as the low man on the totem pole. She doesn’t balk at laboring overnight when there’s a cow in labor, nor mucking out the stalls each morning. Plus, Kiki’s developed an easy bond with Noodle, a fifteen year old runaway who showed up at our door last year. That boy is generally shy and withdrawn, but Winston tells us that he opened up right away to Kiki because of her easy manners.
So when she prances over to us, blonde hair flying, I smile.
“Hey sweetheart,” I say. “Ready for the party?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she says in an excited voice. “I’m looking forward to getting to know more people out in these parts. Don’t get me wrong because the Double C is great, and everyone’s been friendly. But it’ll be nice to meet some new people.”
“Sure, sure,” my brother responds in a smooth tone while loading the food into the back of his truck. “It’ll be a fun time.”
“Will there be a live band?” she asks with excitement while twirling a blonde lock around one finger. “I always love a good honky tonk.”
I share a look with my twin because they most definitely willnothave a live band. The Madewells are wealthy, but modest in our habits. For a child’s birthday party, at most they’ll have some speakers blasting tunes from an iPhone playlist.
“I don’t think so,” I say in a casual tone. “But we’ll see. Hop in,” I add while opening the door to the truck. “We can all fit in the Durango.”
Kiki nods while gracefully stepping into the cab.
“Yeah, Winston told me the guys are going to take their own vehicles, so I guess we’ll meet them there. Cool,” she says with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I can’t answer because the sweet woman’s ass bounced into view as she clambered up the steps to the vehicle, and I completely lost my train of thought. Her butt is as round and ripe as a peach, lovingly encased in the tight denim of her mini-skirt. Her thighs are thick, ivory, and luscious, perfect for biting and stroking. Damn, I can’t wait to see her on her back, nude and wet with those thighs spread. Will her vag be a deep pink, glistening and moist, or will it be a lighter pink the color of a dusty rose? I couldn’t see that night at the club, and suddenly, I’m dying to find out.
Calm the fuck down, the voice in my head snarls.Kiki has no idea that she’s about to be exposed to your family, who are a judgmental mass of chatterboxes. Kiki thinks she’s going to a neighborhood block party to dance, drink, and relax. She has no idea she’s about to be thrown into the viper’s pit.
The voice is right, and grimly, I leap into the cab myself before shutting the door. Cason revs the engine, and within minutes, we’re cruising down the road.
“So how was your trip?” Kiki asks, once we’re safely on the highway. “I heard you went to D.C.?”
“We did,” I say as the truck zooms along the road. “Just taking care of some official business.”
“Official business?” Kiki echoes, one brow quirked in a cute way. “May I ask about what, or is it private?”
My brother and I share a look because we really shouldn’t be talking about our affairs with a girl we just met, but then again, what’s the harm in doing so? We’ve already decided not to run for office, so there’s nothing to “hide” per se.
“The President wanted to chat with us,” Cason drawls.
“Oh, the president of what?” Kiki asks. “Of the National Cattlemen’s Beef Association? The Future Farmers of America?”
“No, the President of the United States,” I say in a smooth tone. “The one who lives in the White House.”
Kiki goes very still.
“Really?” she asks.
“Really,” I answer. “The Big Kahuna himself.”
Again, Kiki is very still on the bench between us, and when I look down, I’m almost undone at the sight of her creamy thighs. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have those encircling my neck as I lick her slick pussy. I want her sighing and breathing my name before she comes hard all over my face, and then I want her tolift her ass and to allow Cason to slide deep into her pussy while I tongue her tiny asshole. That’s how fucked up my fantasies are.
