Buck Me Cowboy

But the Morgans take it in a stride, breaking out into gales of snuffles and snorts, barely able to stand.

“Shit Ty! I really doubted you,” calls Eli. “We thought you might have fucked up and gone back east, but you’ve really outdone yourself! You da man, bro, you da man.”

“When you talked about thinking out of the box, I didn’t know you meant a woman’s box,” guffaws Mitch, making curvy gestures with his hand. “Tell me, did her box taste good? Was it worth it, sweet and tight?”

All three brothers begin to slap each other on the back, congratulating each other in their hysteria. What the hell is going on? Why isn’t my husband wringing their necks? And how do they know him, anyways?

“What’s going on?” I demand, glancing over at my husband. But his blue gaze is fixed on the brothers, a nerve pulsing in his jaw.

“Oh, sweet Maisie, let me fill you in,” Jacob begins and Eli covers his mouth to muffle the laughter.

“Tyler here is our bro! That’s right, there are actually four of us, you never met him because he left for school ten years ago. He came over to close the deal on your farm and it seems he’s done just that,” Jacob guffaws again, bending over with glee. “We didn’t know you wanted dick for your land. You shoulda told us! You coulda had all of us, sweet thing!” he hollers merrily. “Four for the price of one!”

“What?”

The word falls out of my mouth as air leaves my lungs. My stomach lunges like I’ve just gone down the big dip on a roller coaster.

“Well, you just said he takes care of everything, Maisie. And you’re right,” Eli smirks. “He’s taken care of everything, you dumb bitch. Your land belongs to us now.”

“Or what did she call it? You said it was ‘ya’lls farm’, right?” Eli manages as he moves his index finger between Tyler and me.

“Tyler, what are they talking about?” my eyes beg for an explanation. But he doesn’t say a word, the answer is in those tortured blue eyes like a storm brewing in the sky.

“Tyler,” I try again, pleading now. “Please, say it’s not true.”

The alpha takes a deep breath, that huge chest rising before turning to look at me.

“Baby, I swear it’s not like that,” he starts and then shoots a glare at the Morgans, who are still laughing like hyenas. “Shut the fuck up!” he growls, fierce and commanding, and to my surprise, the three nincompoops actually do as they’re told, traps slamming closed.

“Maisie,” he starts. “I had no idea how beautiful, and sweet, and funny –” he tries to tell me what I know will be a long explanation, but I want the truth and I want it now.

“Tyler, are these your brothers?” I ask, my voice trembling as his hands reach down and grasp my tiny fingers. “Tell me your last name is Morgan by coincidence,” comes my plea.

There’s a pained pause where he can’t meet my eyes.

“Maisie, I love you. I swear to God,” his eyes cloud over when I gasp in disbelief, snatching my hands from his before backing away slowly, eyes tearing.

“Maisie …,” he tries again, taking another step towards me, agony clouding those blue eyes.

But I can’t believe it. This is my worst nightmare come true. I’ve just married a man who is my mortal enemy. His family’s been torturing mine for the past couple years, defacing our cars, pissing on our property and coming onto me with all sorts of disgusting gestures and remarks.

And now, I’ve married one of them. I let an evil man into my heart, home, and body, spreading my legs when he wants, giving him my all as I cream hotly, moaning for more.

Oh god, what have I done?

Is my farm lost?

What options are there?

Backing away with trembling steps, eyes fixed on Tyler’s face, I shake my head.

“No, I can’t believe it,” comes my whisper. “God, please no.”

“Maisie,” tries Tyler again, anguish filling those blue eyes. “Please baby, just listen …”

But I can’t take it anymore.

“Get out!” I scream, once I’m safely on the porch, clutching the bannister wildly. I’m sure my face is red, hair witchy, but I don’t care. I have to get away, I have to run him off my property before I fall apart into a million shards, heart broken and soul torn to pieces.

But the big man doesn’t give up so easily.

“Maisie, baby, please hear me out,” he pleads with his hands held out, that hulking frame about to come up onto the porch.

“Don’t you come over here!” I scream now, the words like a banshee on max volume. “Get away!”

“Maisie,” he growls, eyes ablaze, one foot already on the lowest step. “Watch your mouth,” he says through clenched teeth and that just makes my blood pressure rise even more.