Their Juicy Woman

“Shawn, it’s not rocket science. You and Poppy share a bond more than anyone else. You’re best friends. When you’re with her, doesn’t it feel natural?”

He heard a twig snap, and he saw that Casey was looking past his shoulder. Looking behind him, he saw that Poppy was there.

“I thought I’d find you here,” she said. Her gaze was on him.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Casey said.

Shawn swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“You didn’t come and get any dinner.”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

She nodded. “Me neither.” She took a step toward him. Her hand went to the tree, stroking over their initials. “So much to remember. I love this place, you know.” Poppy took his hand, and he felt her shake a little.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“No. You don’t make me nervous.” She pulled him close, cupping his face. “There’s nothing that you’d do that would make me think less of you, Shawn. I will never compare, nor will I mock you. I love you. You’re my best friend.”

“I want you, Poppy. I want to be memorable to you.”

“You always will be.”

Shawn pressed her up against the tree and cupped her cheek. This woman was the only person he’d ever fallen in love with. She was the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Poppy was it for him.

He kissed her, sliding his hand down her body, touching her, remembering every single inch of her. Poppy was as much his as his brothers’. She was the love of their lives, and they would always love and protect her.

He lowered her down to the ground. It felt right having her in his arms and making love to her at the lake. This was their spot, and no one was ever going to take that away from them. Parker and Casey often came to the lake, true, but she and Shawn spent a great deal of time growing up playing around there.

She helped him out of his clothes as he did the same with her. Everything else seemed to stop. Moving between her thighs, he stared into her blue, sparkling eyes and knew deep in his heart there was never going to be anyone else quite like her. She was the love of his life.

“I want you, Shawn,” she said.

He held his cock at her entrance and slowly eased inside her, filling her sweet pussy. Nothing had ever felt so good in all of his life. She was fire, and she filled his veins with need.

Shawn thrust to the hilt inside her, holding himself deep within.

“This was how it was always supposed to be,” she said, whispering the words against his ear.

“I love you, Poppy. More than anything in the world. I love you.”

He made love to her out in the open, at their lake, their spot, protected by the long grass.

It was everything he’d imagined and then some. He finally found his peace, and it was with Poppy belonging to them.

She held him throughout it as he gave her his virginity.

****

Parker was strumming on his guitar two days later when he felt her close behind him. He turned, and there she was. Her blonde hair cascading all around her. The jeans she wore molding to every single curve. The shirt tied at her stomach. She leaned against the door, smiling at him.

He had been the one to decide to wait before going to her. Parker hadn’t been in a rush, and with the jobs on the ranch, there wasn’t a lot of time. He didn’t want their time to be filled with exhaustion.

“It has been such a long time since I heard you play.”

“I don’t really do much in the way of playing anymore,” he said, putting the guitar down.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

“Yes, please do.”

She entered his room and sat down next to him.

The scent of vanilla was heavy in the air. He pressed his hands together, knowing she wanted to talk.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No, of course not.” He took her hand and placed a kiss to her knuckles.

“I don’t know how this works. Casey and Shawn said that you wanted me, but—”

Parker silenced her with a kiss. “I want to take you out. Go dancing. Would you be willing to go out with me?”

“Of course. I’d love to.” She glanced down at herself. “Do you want me to go and get dressed?”

“Nah, come on. Let’s get out of here.”

He took her hand and led her out of the house down toward his truck. Helping her inside, he rounded to the driver’s side. Casey was there, and he knew that look.

His brother was reminding him to take care of her. He didn’t need reminding. He’d always take care of her. With a final nod at Casey, he climbed inside and took her out of town toward a bar. It wasn’t too far from the ranch, and it was usually busy. There were a couple of fights but nothing the owners couldn’t handle.