Double Her Pleasure
guest.”
    “Okay. I will.” He was in a strange mood.
    Forty-five minutes later, she sat in the
lawyer’s waiting room sipping weak coffee while Trey met with his
very young, very sexy, very female attorney. Every once in a while,
she heard his low laugh and her bright one. Her stomach kicked up
jealously just thinking about her cowboy with another woman.
    When he came out, the lawyer shook Trey’s
hand and held onto it just a bit too long. The woman, in her
expensive tan suit and high fashion pumps, gave Megan a little
finger wave, as if she were a child.
    Trey guided Megan out the door and to his
truck. Had he dated the woman? Was he still dating the woman? Is
that why he hadn’t wanted Megan to come to town with him?
    Their next stop was at the feed store where
he had a forklift place a pallet of bags onto the bed of the truck.
The next stop was the fleet supply where he helped her pick out
boots, thick denim jeans, and a cute red cowgirl hat.
    The rays of the midday sun blinded her as
they reflected off Trey’s pickup. As they slid into the cab, the
heat struck her like a sauna.
    He started the engine and flipped the air
conditioner to high. The radio played a twangy country ballad.
“Where to next?” He waited for her response, but didn’t look at
her.
    “I have everything I needed to get.”
    He nodded and reached for the shifter.
    “Trey.” She grabbed his hand before it
reached the knob.
    He met her gaze. “Uh huh?” He seemed
heavy-hearted. Not the usual positive, caring gentleman he’d been.
Was this just another side of him that she’d never seen?
    “What is it? Is anything wrong?”
    As his jaw tightened, he turned off the
truck’s radio. “I need to ask you something.”
    Her chest clenched, and a blast of worry
shook her. “Sure.”
    He pierced her with a stare. “Did you and
Garret do anything last night?”
    She felt heat race up to her face, then drain
away, leaving her breathless. “Why do you ask?” Her voice was too
high.
    His lips tightened. He knew she was
stalling.
    “Something Garret said last night, when he
was between your legs.”
    The casual way he referred to his brother’s
sensual attention to her pussy almost made her laugh. This was not
the right time to start giggling. She swallowed and struggled for
the right words.
    Trey looked out the windshield and resettled
his hat. “It didn’t hit me until this morning in the shower.” He
gave her an intense stare.
    She couldn’t meet his gaze. Wrapping her arms
around her middle, she took in a choppy breath. “He wanted to tell
you himself.”
    The bang startled her. Trey hit the steering
wheel with his palm once again and pressed the radio button,
cranking the volume until the music filled the cab.
    She reached for his arm, but he gave her hand
a laser stare and she pulled it back. “It wasn’t what you think,
Trey.” How did she explain it? There was no penetration? But there
was his finger. Would it matter to Trey that his brother didn’t
have an orgasm?
    He shifted and tore out of the empty parking
lot, squealing the tires around the corner.
    No, she’d best leave this one alone. She sat
back, tucked into herself, and shouted to be heard over the music.
“I’m sorry.”
    With a long exhale, he slowed the truck to
close to the speed limit and visibly relaxed himself. He turned off
the radio. “It’s not your fault.”
    Fault? Is that what he was looking for?
Someone to blame? “It was my fault. Last night, I mean. When
you and I suggested we change our lifestyle rules and he balked, I
thought he’d be more amenable to it if he had a taste of what it
would be like to—”
    “Taste?” His voice cracked through the truck
like a whip. “Is that what he did?”
    “No.” She waved a hand. “Let me finish my
thought, then you can start the interrogation.”
    He gripped the steering wheel until his
knuckles turned white.
    “I got carried away with my...persuasion. It
was my fault, not his.”
    “He’s a

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