20. Sienna

TWENTY

SIENNA

“Trey.” We’re on the back porch the next morning after I spilled the beans on Two Chicks. He went off to do morning chores, I crawled out of bed, took a shower, made coffee and breakfast before wandering out to watch the sun finish rising. Trey joined me, and when he realized the only thing I had on beneath my robe was bare skin, one thing led to another, and he has me where we are now, bent over and holding on to the railing. If I’m not pregnant already, it would be a complete and total shock. I’m white knuckled, gasping for breath, and he’s powering through his orgasm. I have already had mine, twice now. Once with his fingers and this last time with his cock.

“Fuck, it’s never enough,” Trey says after planting his seed inside me. His forehead meets my back, and he takes a deep calming breath .

A movement out of the corner of my eye has me taking one hand off the railing, fisting the lapels closed, and standing straight up. “Trey,” I hiss. He must not sense it or see it because he nuzzles into my neck without a care in the world.

“What?” he says after I rear my elbow back and jab him.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Realization hits Trey when my brother speaks. His hands move to the front of my body, holding my hands with his, as if he’s worried about my brother seeing me. Obviously, I’d never want that either. “Listen, I wanted you to finally get your shit together, but I did not want to witness this. My fucking eyes,” Amos continues before he finally turns around. Meanwhile, my jaw is dropped open. I feel Trey let go and hear him fixing himself, the hiss of a zipper and ripping of his shirt then he’s in front of me. His hands cup my cheeks, silently asking if I’m alright. Besides embarrassment, I’m fine. Sure, I'm probably as red as a tomato, but that’s to be expected.

“We’re good, Amos.” Trey takes charge yet again, going to my side, arm wrapped around my waist, fingers holding me with a firmness at my waist.

“I should have known not to come around this way. You want to tell me about the new addition that greeted me?” Amos doesn’t ask about the compromising position he found us in. Could he have known all those years ago ?

“Champ is mine, and you’ll be nice to him, or else.” I raise my hand to my throat, pointer finger out, and make the sign of ending him. My brother isn’t fazed. The asshole laughs.

“Figures.” He takes his cowboy hat off, uses his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow, and settles it back on his head.

“Amos,” Trey starts. Amos stops him by interrupting. My brother, what a rude jerk he can be.

“Not pissed. You think I didn’t know there was something going on between you two? Shit, Trey, glad you let her do her thing, spread her wings, but I knew. I wouldn’t have stepped in unless she stayed. You did right by her.” He nods at Trey. “I can’t be pissed about that. I’m fucking thankful for him, glad you got a good man, and he’ll take care of you. That’s all I could ever fucking ask for. Though, you are an old-ass geezer compared to her.”

“And you’re not old yourself, Amos Ellison?” I interject.

“That I am. Still, he’s how many years older than you, Sienna? He’ll need a walker or cane at the very least.” Okay, clearly, someone switched bodies. Usually, Trey is the jokester, not Amos. There are nearly thirteen years between Trey and me. He never even so much as looked at me as a woman until I was eighteen. Even then, I had to chase him around the woods, wear a bathing suit, and somehow catch his attention.

“Fucker, you don’t think you’ll be right there beside me? Only issue I’m seeing is if you’ll have a woman by then or not.” A look takes hold of my brother, and there is clearly more to the story here. I’m going to have to poke and prod the man beside me. One thing is for sure: Trey knows the inner workings of my brother.

“Whatever, at least I can close a damn deal.” Amos has to bring this back up. I roll my eyes, ready to leave these two to their own devices while I get my day started.

“Damn grateful, too. You want me to ride with to Texas or stay back, or do you want me go to Texas?” Trey asks. I look from my brother to the man beside me. Amos better get the hint that I’m not ready for Trey to leave. We’ve been apart too long. He’s stayed away during the last few years, and while I now know why, I still freaking hate that so much time has been lost to us.

“I’ll go, as long as you’re good to stay here and help out?” Amos follows up.

“Got no problem with that,” Trey replies. He dips his head until only I can hear what he’s saying. “Get it out, sugar. He’s been worried, and while I talked him out of following you to the warehouse, the same can’t be said for myself.” I whirl around, my jaw hanging open yet again. Did I just hear what I think I heard?

“You followed me?” I’m greeted with a tug of a smile on his lips.

“Sure the fuck did. Would do it again, too. You do realize all of us Johnson brothers, present company included, will do anything to protect those we love.” He’s so proud of himself, going as far as to spread his feet shoulder width apart, crossing his arms over his chest, and giving me his undivided attention. Trey Johnson is absolutely goading me into an argument. I’m not going to fall for it. I wait him out, Amos waits me out, and we’re at a stalemate. Mothertrucker, I’m surrounded by alpha cowboys. I’m well and truly screwed.

“Fine, you win. We’ll talk about your little stalker moments later.” Trey gives me a full smile with a wink. Our combined come is sliding down the inside of my legs, or I’d say he’s turning me on all over again.

“You got this, sugar.”

“Amos, you were right. I hated that you and Trey were so adamant I go away to college, but it was for the best. Do not ever expect those words to come out of my mouth again.” I raise my hand palm out. Amos is trying not to laugh, Trey not so much. He’s awarded a glare from me yet still doesn’t stop. “The only reason I agreed to go away is because I refused to be the reason you lost your friend. You’ve given me everything, you’ve set your own life aside, you raised me, loved me, and devoted too much of your life to me. The least I could do is leave instead of ruin your friendship with Trey. Then I found my passion, and I didn’t hate going back after every visit. And while I love our land, legacy, and farm, I’m not sure I want it as a full-time career.” I take a breath and regain my strength to tell him what I’ve been doing since coming back home.

“I knew that, Sienna. It’s why I pushed you so hard.” Amos’ words are a balm to my soul.

“Then it won’t be a surprise to you that Genevieve and I started a business together?”

“Not at all.” Amos shakes his head. “What is it?”

“I design and make pottery, Genny paints for the most part, and I help out when I need a different creative outlet. We’re sold out and have pre-orders. Our company name is Two Chicks. Genevieve is the mastermind behind the business front and, well, I may ask for my inheritance soon enough if things continue going as well as they have.” I cross my fingers and hope I haven’t pissed Amos off.

“You’ve always been a dreamer, Sienna. Proud of you. I’d come in from the pastures, and you’d be making mud pies. Only they were more bowl like, and blades of grass would be inside them. Then you’d grab a fork from the kitchen and draw intricate designs. Somewhere along the way, you grew out of that phase. Hated like hell you lost that piece of you for a while but figured it was part going from a child into a teenager. Glad you found it, baby sister. I’m happy for you.” I remember those days like yesterday. Amos may have thought I quit being creative, but the truth is, you could always find me drawing or doodling on some piece of paper.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. I should have told you.” Trey’s hold on me tightens.

“Nothing to apologize for. Don’t expect either of us to tell one another our every move. The bison deal, I didn’t ask you about, and that’s got some of our family money in it. Not enough to fuck us over, but I should have asked.” Amos shrugs his shoulders.

“Amos, I don’t care what you do with the farm as long as it stays in the family. You’ve always had the best in mind. You’re doing a great job. You know, in case I haven’t told you lately.” My fingers tug on the cuffs of my sleeves.

“I’m not apologizing. I’d do everything over again in a heartbeat. Sienna has some truth to her words, though. You’re damn hard on yourself, doing better than most. Give yourself a pat on the back or however the fuck that saying goes.” I roll my eyes with Trey and his little saying.

“Appreciate that. I’d hug you.” Amos stops. “Yeah, think we’ll wait on that. I’m going to the barn till the coast is clear. Love you, sis.”

“I love you, big brother.” And that’s that. Amos heads out, and I’m left with Trey, my rock and the man who owns my whole heart for my whole life.

“Okay, that went well, too well. Did you tell him before he came home?” I snuggle into Trey’s side, my ear going to his chest, feeling and hearing his rapidly beating heart.

“Nope, but I have a feeling it won’t be long until your brother finds a woman who will have his head spinning,” Trey says.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because, sugar, he needs a woman to shake things up, and it’s high time he found someone for himself,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I love you, Trey Johnson,” is the only response I have. He’s right. Amos is one of the best guys out there, and the right woman would be perfect for him.

“I love you, too, Sienna Ellison.” His lips brush across mine, once, twice, and then he’s deepening our kiss as if he can never get enough of me. The feeling is entirely mutual.