Jamison

A shton 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 ’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. 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?” 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 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 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.

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, was tired of playing the field. He didn’t like going out to the local bars with Ash, trying to pick up women. At only twenty-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.