Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,6
from inside. I barge in as if I own the place, which technically I do.
The low moans of two women come to a sudden halt.
“What’s that?” One of them says.
Cage’s deep grunts don’t let up. He’s a man on task.
Another woman cries out. “Oh, yes! Right there. I’m going to come.” She adds her moans to the ménage; sounds totally fake.
I tried a ménage once. Too much work.
I don’t see Cage and his women, not that I’m eager to catch a glimpse of my naked brother’s ass. I head to the tack room where I check everything out and I’m not quiet about it. Not that it matters to the threesome who return to their amorous activities. Like, hello, I’m right here.
I grab Knight's bridle. He’s a gorgeous, black stallion, with all the attitude and spitfire that comes with his name. I’m the only one he allows to ride him. He’s unseated every other rider, but then, I bring him treats.
I dip my hand into the bucket holding the apples and flip open the box with a stash of sugar cubes. It’s my secret weapon.
Slinging the bridle over my shoulder, I head down the long row of stalls. We have twenty slow, plodding mares for our trail ride business. They’re in the back pasture, hanging out together. Then there’s Knight. He’s a lot to handle and I don’t let him out with the girls. He gets too frisky. Brody’s Arabian is next to Knight and Cage’s chestnut mare, aptly named Chesty, is across from him. There are several more stalls leading to the back of the barn, all empty for now.
The sound of sex escalates. The main event is drawing near if the change of pitch in the cries of the woman is any indication. One of them expounds Cage’s godlike status, and then there’s the deep chugging of my brother’s breath as he does his thing.
I go about my business, not trying to be quiet. In fact, I may let the stall door bang a little louder than it needed to. Knight’s excitement grows and he bucks a little, kicking at the side of his stall. There’s a gasp from a couple stalls down.
“Who’s that?” a woman asks.
“Ignore it,” Cage says with a growl. “I’m almost there.”
“Harder, Cage, fuck me harder.” The second woman cries.
The sound of flesh slapping on flesh makes me cringe. I can imagine what’s going through my brother’s head. He’s probably wondering if I’m going to be a dick and break up the final act. I’m giving him a pass on this one. As much fun as that sounds, I really do have shit to do. I lead Knight to the front of the barn where I grab his saddle and cinch it down tight around his flanks. Just as I finish up, the long keening cry of a woman rips through the air.
Attaboy, Cage!
I feel like cheering him on.
His low groan follows and I give him a few seconds to recover before cupping my hand over my mouth.
“If you’re done fucking around, get your hairy ass out here.”
“Fuck you.” My brother’s panting makes me grin. He’s out of practice if he’s that out of breath.
“Who’s that?” One of the women gives a screechy shout. It pulls my shoulders up to my ears.
“My brother.”
“Your brother?” There’s a little scrambling sound. I imagine she’s trying to find her clothes.
Cage sticks his head out of one of the nearby stalls, then glances back inside. “Yeah, my fucking brother.”
“Oh…” Excited giggles follow as the girls discuss us. “I’ve never done it with twins.”
I roll my eyes. “We’re not fucking twins.” And I’m not into Cage’s sloppy seconds.
One of the girls peeks out of the stall. She holds her shirt to her chest and gives me a long, hard look. “Now, don’t you look fine. Wanna join us?”
The thought makes me want to gag, but I’m too much of a gentleman to insult this poor, eager, and soon to be disappointed girl. I do the next best thing and treat her as if she’s not even there.
Cage yanks on his pants and shoves his arms in the sleeves of his shirt.
“Brody and I are riding out to mom’s. You coming?”
“Pancakes?”
“Only for her favorite.”
He gives a smirk. “Good thing that’s me.” Without another thought for the girls, he saunters away from the stall, leaving them to fend for themselves. The girl gives a little pout, but when she realizes he’s already forgotten her, the look she gives could kill.
I turn