Page 34 of Dirty Cowboys
“Because you want her, too, and we have never shared like this before.”
“No, I want both of you.” He shakes his head. “I’ve never wanted to share you with a woman before, but it also scares me she’ll only want you and I can’t be part of it.”
I open my mouth to respond—surely he has to know I would never leave him for anyone else. It’s why I wanted nothing serious with a woman; I never thought this would be possible.
“I don’t know how to want someone new without feeling like I’m betraying what we have. And I don’t know how to trust that adding her to us won’t break everything we’ve built.” He says.
Stepping closer to him, I grab his hands and pull him to me. “Hey. Look at me.”
His gray eyes meet mine, and I can see how hard this is for him. “I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him. “No matter what happens with Indie, no matter how this plays out, I’m not leaving you. We are not leaving you.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“The fuck I can’t.” I reach out and cup his face, forcing him to maintain eye contact. “Walker, you stubborn prick, I’ve been in love with you for years. You think some pretty girl is going to change that so easily?”
“What if she asks you to choose?”
“She won’t,” I say. “That’s not who she is. She wants all of us together. She’s not trying to break us apart.”
Walker is quiet for a moment, processing my words. Finally, he nods slowly. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask, and he tries to smirk at me.
“I believe you. About not going anywhere.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
He continues toward the barn, and I follow. Once we get there, we work in silence for the next couple ofhours, and occasionally I catch Walker watching me. By mid-afternoon, I haven’t seen Indie in at least an hour, and Walker has gone off to fix a tractor we need later in the week, so I decide I better make sure she is okay. Duke came back an hour ago, and I figure she went to help him unload his truck.
“Indie?” I call out as I leave the barn.
No response. I check the house, the paddocks, even the old equipment shed we rebuilt after the storm. Nothing. It’s not until I head back toward the barn that I hear voices coming from inside. I pause just outside the main doors.
“You look hot,” Indie says.
“That’s what happens when you work outside all day.”
I should announce myself, make some noise so they know I’m here, but I don’t.
“Not that kind of hot, Duke.”
Duke just laughs, and I hear hay rustling. Against my better judgment, I creep closer to the door, and peek inside.
“Come here.”
I know I should leave and give them privacy. But I am obsessed with this girl, and I want to see how she is with Duke when they are alone.
“Duke,” she whispers, and my cock immediately hardens. “I have wanted to get you alone.”
“I know,” he says.
“Is that what you want? Me alone?”
“I want you every way I can have you,” Duke says. “With them, without them, masked, or not. But right now, I want to know how you taste.”
Indie moans softly, and I carefully move, angling myself so I can see into the barn without being spotted. What I see makes me want to walk in and join them. Indie is lying on a pile of hay bales, her shirt pulled up to expose her stomach, and Duke is kneeling between her legs. His hat is off, and he is undoing the buttons on her jeans.
“Tell me you want this,” he says as he undoes her zipper slowly.
