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“I’m so sorry, Mr. Black. It’s been a long trip and I’m feeling a bit woozy from skipping lunch today.” She kept the part about missing breakfast this morning and dinner last night, to herself. No need to advertise that she rolled into town without two nickels to rub together. The last bit of her money went to buying a tank of gas and she was pretty sure that she made it down their very long, gravel road on fumes.
Jamison looked her over as if making sure that she was all right. “You need to eat, Miss Starr. You’ll need to be able to keep up with all the cooking for the two of us and occasionally, some of our farm hands.” He eyed her suspiciously as if he didn’t believe that she was up for the task. His brown eyes didn’t seem to miss much, and when he turned to grab her a glass of water, she caught a glimpse of his brown curly hair, peeking out from under his hat.
“I need to know that we are not making a mistake, Miss Starr,” he growled. She jumped, startled by his question. She took a sip of water and placed her glass back on the kitchen counter.
“I’m up for the job, Mr. Black.”
Ash chuckled behind her, taking in the whole scene and she turned to face him.
“Sorry about him, Regan. He can be somewhat grumpy at times, and a whole lot bossy. What he means to say is that we weren’t completely honest in our advertisement.” Regan knew that ad was too good to be true.
She groaned out loud and Ash gifted her with another smile. “What part were you not exactly honest about, Ash?” Jamison grabbed Regan’s arm and spun her around so fast that she lost her balance again, this time, she couldn’t seem to stay on her feet. Ash caught her and pulled her up his body before she hit the floor.
“What the fuck, Jamison? You heard her say that she was feeling a little lightheaded from skipping lunch. You can’t just go around grabbing her and taking what you want.” Regan had allowed herself to fall back into Ash’s hold and God it felt good to be touched like that. He had one arm wrapped around her middle and was holding her against his body. She could feel every inch of muscle through his shirt, and she suddenly felt a little overheated. Regan wasn’t sure if she was going to pass out or be sick; neither seemed like an appealing trait in a cook. She tried to keep it together but knew that she was failing miserably when she heard Jamison’s curse.
“Fuck Ash, she’s looking a little green.” Ash turned her in his arms and that was the last thing she remembered before her world went completely black.
Jamison
Ashton lifted their pretty new cook into his arms and started for the staircase that led up to the bedrooms on the second floor. Ash carried her into Jamison’s room, which was the first one at the top of the stairs, and laid her across his king-sized bed. Dammit if she didn’t look completely right laying there in her cut-off jean shorts that were entirely too short for a job interview and a flannel shirt over her tank top that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were just begging him to clamp down on one with his mouth and make her moan his name. His cock grew heavy just imagining how he could drive her crazy.
“Fuck, she has tats,” Ash growled, slipping off her flannel shirt, and he knew that his best friend was just as on edge about their new staff member as he was. Jamison watched as Ash traced the fairy tattoo on her left shoulder and then rolled her over to take a good look at the lotus flower, on her upper arm that she hid with her flannel shirt.
“Damn, I wonder if she has any more hidden under her clothes?” Ash asked as they both looked her up and down as if trying to see through the skimpy outfit that she was wearing.
“Let’s stop examining our new employee’s tattoos and try to wake her up. She must have overheated in that flannel shirt. Didn’t you say that she is from up north?” Jamison went into his bathroom to retrieve a cold, wet washcloth to put on her forehead. What he really wanted to do was strip Regan naked and push her into a cold shower to wake her the hell up.
“Yeah,” Ash’s voice stuttered, as he watched Jamison run a second washcloth along her neck and chest. “That’s what she said when she called about the position.” Ash couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her and that had Jamison worried. Once Miss Starr found out that the job description entailed a little more than just cooking, he was pretty sure that she’d run all the way back up north. Hell, they’d be lucky to convince her to make them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich after they got done telling her exactly what they wanted to do with her.
Jamison thought that Ash was crazy for advertising that they needed a cook, they were doing just fine without one. But Ash convinced him that they needed to spend more time working the land and cattle and less time cooking and cleaning. A couple of days back, Regan’s profile popped up on the job search website they were using. They both just about swallowed their tongues when they opened her picture that was attached to her application and saw the sexy little raven-haired woman staring back at them. She looked way too young to be a professional cook, but according to her application, she was twenty-five and had studied at a local culinary program in her hometown.
After they reviewed her application online, Ash called her cell number and convinced her to come out to the farm for an interview and two days later, here she was. As far as they were both concerned, she already had the job, but they were hoping that she would be so much more than just their cook. At thirty-eight, Jamison was tired of playing the field. He didn’t like going out to the local bars with Ash, trying to pick up women. At onlytwenty-nine, his best friend seemed to have double the energy that he did. Women in town knew the score, they liked to share women. It wasn’t really a secret, they just seemed to find the same women attractive, and instead of fighting over who would take her home, they agreed to share. The woman would always have a great time, and they would both get what they needed from her. But that lifestyle was starting to wear them both down. Ash came up with the idea of luring Regan to their house, under the pretense of them just needing a cook, but if they both had their way, and she was willing, she would end up in their bed between the two of them.
He couldn’t explain why he agreed to Ash’s crazy-assed plan, but he did. It was as if her piercing blue eyes looked out from her profile picture and stole a piece of his soul. As soon as he saw that picture, he knew that she had to be theirs. He was just hoping that she would feel the same way when she learned what kind of kink turned them on, otherwise, they’d be out one cook and one hot-as-hell woman to share.
Ashton
Ash watched Regan sleep, as Jamison leaned over their guest, trying to wake her. She seemed to be so fragile and innocent, lying in the middle of Jamison’s big bed. “Come on honey, open those beautiful eyes for me,” Jamison growled, and Ash grew instantly hard. How many times had he heard his best friend say those same words to a woman in their bed, just before she was about to come? Fuck, he was hoping that he’d have the chance to watch Regan come undone for them, it would be the hottest thing he’d seen in a long time.
When he placed the ad for someone to come cook for them and do some light housework, he never dreamed that someone like Regan would apply. She was perfect for them, both of their types and he knew that if they didn’t play their cards right, she would be gone before he had the chance to blink.
“This isn’t working, man. How about we let her sleep for a bit, she seems to be exhausted?” Ash wanted to talk to Jamison alone. He knew that their plan to blurt out the truth about them both being attracted to Regan, just from her profile picture, didn’t seem like such a good one anymore. After meeting her,and seeing how sweet and innocent she truly was, he didn’t want to risk scaring her off.
“Fine,” Jamison barked. “We can leave her in my bed, and I’ll check on her in a few hours.”
“Oh no,” Ash laughed, “we can check on her together because there is no way that I’m leaving you alone with her. We agreed to do this together, remember?” Jamison nodded and made his way out of his room. He gently closed his door and went back down to the kitchen.
“Stellar plan, Ash. Now we have a girl that we both want to fuck and no one to cook us dinner still.” Jamison pulled out a pack of chicken breasts from the freezer and slapped it down onto the counter.
“I’ll cook tonight; barbecue chicken on the grill, sound good to you?” Ash was so hungry; that he could eat his own fist. He grumbled something about not wanting to wait for Jamison to figure out how to use the grill and went out to the patio to get it started. His only hope for dinner was if he got the old charcoal grill going while Jamison prepped the food.
He smiled thinking about how both of their dads used to have similar arguments around the farm. Ash and Jamison’s dads were best friends. They both pooled their money and bought the old plantation, turning it back into a working farm, with about three hundred head of cattle and over fifteen hundred acres of land that they planted on. Jamison’s mom died when he was only eight years old, and his dad struggled to make ends meet. When Ash’s mom up and left when he was two, his dad came up with the idea to buy the land and fix up the old house. He and Jamison had grown up side-by-side like brothers, learning to work the land. After both of their dads passed, within two years of each other, the boys decided to continue on with running the farm and carrying on their father’s dreams of having one of the largest working cattle farms in the area.
Lately, Jamison seemed restless, and Ash worried that he was unhappy. Finding Regan might be just what they both needed to get out of the funk that they were stuck in. If Ash was being honest, he’d admit that he was feeling that same listlessness as his best friend. They both needed to find something to ground them and he was hoping that Regan was the answer. He thought about her, laying up in Jamison’s big bed, in her tight little jean shorts and he nearly came in his pants. They needed to come up with a new plan to keep her because just blurting out that they saw her picture and thought that she was hot, didn’t seem like a stellar option.
Jamison brought out the tray of chicken and handed it to Ash. “We need a better plan, Ash, because your original plan sucks.” Jamison always seemed to know what Ash was thinking as if he could read his mind.
Ash nodded, adding the chicken to the hot grill, “I agree. So, what’s the new plan, boss?”
