Sir Loin of Beef (Grade-A Beefcakes 1)

“Women? Since when do I need help with women?” I asked, leaning back against the bar so I faced her, not the guy with only a fireman’s hat covering his… fireman’s hat. Shit.

Julia rolled her eyes. While the youngest of the four of us, she’d taken it on herself as a mission to see all of her brothers married. All three of us. Even when she, herself, was still single. But a male revue was an interesting twist.

She grabbed my left hand, held it up. “Since there’s no ring on here”—glancing over her shoulder, she looked to Jed—“and none on his finger either, I thought I’d bring the ladies to you.”

“Why am I here and not Tucker or Gus? They’re just as single as me,” I grumbled, moving out of the way for one of the bartenders to grab something from a mini-fridge behind me.

“Because your brothers were smart enough to find out about ladies’ night before they got here. Tucker said, and I quote… ’no fucking way.’”

Sounded like Tucker, although he always went for the wild ones and liked to tame them with his friend. He’d think this was like shooting fish in a barrel to find a woman, at least for a romp in the hay—or a quick fuck in the bathroom. And these women were primed for dick, especially the one who just tossed her panties at the feet of the latest dancer. They were more eager than the buckle bunnies following the rodeo circuit, and I knew those ladies well. And their panties, too.

“And Gus?”

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“Said he had a date.”

“You believe him?” I didn’t. Gus didn’t date. He fucked. And not alone. To say the Duke boys liked to share was an understatement. Each of us planned to claim a woman with others. Me, I was going to find a woman with Jed. We’d ruin her for all other men, mark her with our cum and make her ours. Yeah, mine and Jed’s. We’d shared everything since we were five. Claiming a woman together just made complete sense.

Julia shrugged. “One out of three of you showing up is pretty decent odds.”

I sighed. “So you want me to do what, exactly?” I paused, held up my hand. “Wait, you’re not expecting me, either of us to—” I thumbed over my shoulder toward the stage.

She eyed me up and down, took in my black t-shirt, faded jeans and boots. Typical clothes for a day on the job. “Now that you mention it… got a hard hat in your truck? One of those neon safety vests?”

“No way.” I took one step toward the exit, and she put a hand on my chest. Jed just glanced at us as he scooped ice into a glass and laughed.

“I was kidding,” she shouted over the beat of a new song blasting from the speakers, then grinned. “I have no idea how you walk around with such a big ego. The weight of it must be oppressive.”

Ego? Hell no. It was the size of my balls. They were impressive. And right about now, filled with too much cum. It had been too long since I’d fucked, and I ached to fill the right woman until I was empty. Mark her, get my scent all over so everyone knew she was mine. Then I’d let Jed have a turn.

Julia kept talking. “Just because you’re reasonably good looking plus being famous and all doesn’t mean women want to see your junk. And you have zero rhythm. You can’t dance to save your life… even mostly naked.”

I decided to skip the dig on my dancing abilities because it was true. Not only was I bad at it, I hated it. Jed had some moves on the dance floor, but I didn’t see Julia trying to bust his chops to get out there and strip. And he was like a fourth brother to her.

“I’m not that modest, but I’m a one-woman kind of guy,” I told her. And I was looking for a two-guy woman. “Not”—I glanced toward the crowd and inwardly shuddered—“two hundred.”

I loved women. All shapes and sizes. I revered everything from pert little breasts to lush handfuls. Slim and willowy figures to thick and plenty to hold onto. I didn’t discriminate, not when it came to pussy. I loved pussy. The feel, the scent, the taste. My mouth watered wanting some.

But I didn’t need my sister picking out pussy for me and Jed.

We could pick out our own. Julia thought we had women flinging their panties at us left and right, and that had been the case when we were on the pro rodeo circuit. Not now. Getting injured, quitting and returning home to settle down made me see what I’d been missing. And Jed had followed me not long after. And it wasn’t accessible pussy we were wanting. No, it was the pussy. The one we’d been looking for and had yet to find. I was looking for commitment. Long term. Picket fences and all that. To settle down with the perfect woman, the perfect pussy and never look back. But it wasn’t like I was going to tell my sister that; otherwise I’d be set up on blind dates left and right. Jed, too. This bar visit would be nothing compared to what she’d put us through.

And as for Tucker and Gus, if they thought we had a different woman in bed every night, I wasn’t going to correct them. They’d pester the shit out of me if they learned the truth. Tell me my dick would fall off if it didn’t get wet every once in a while. Same with Jed.

“Then you two need to pick one.”

I arched a brow at Julia’s statement. She’d known we’d share a woman since… forever. Same with her other brothers. And, her, too, although I avoided thinking about her with one man, let alone two.

“I’m not going out there. I might not come back alive. Or with clothes on.”

It was like being sent out to fend for myself against a bunch of she-wolves.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing. I bet you’d get lots of money slipped into your boxers.”

Jed laughed as he walked by, grabbing a few limes.

I reached out, dropped my cowboy hat on Julia’s head. With her fingers, she pushed the front up so she could look at me. I just stared at her in return, not amused.