Ashton

A sh 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?”

“Oh no, I’m not your boss-we established that long ago. I might be older than you, but we are equal partners in everything.” Jamison watched Ash add the last piece of meat to the sizzling grill. “So, what’s it gonna be, partner?” Jamison clapped him on the shoulder and took the empty platter from Ash.

They both stood and watched the smoke rise from the grill, trying to think of their next move with the gorgeous woman sleeping up in Jamison’s bed. “I’ve got nothing, man. If we tell her that we picked her application because of her hot profile picture, she’ll run out of here and never look back.” Jamison nodded his agreement and grunted.

“So, we just let this play out then. If she’s interested, she’ll let us know and we’ll make our move. Until then, we’ll hire her to cook for us and do some work around the house, just like my ad said.” Jamison remained quiet beside him and Ash began to worry.

“What if she only wants one of us?” Jamison questioned. There it was the ever-present elephant in the room. Most girls that they picked up and brought home were closer to Ash’s age than Jamison’s. He usually let Ash do most of the talking at the bar, but once they got home, the women liked how bossy Jamison could be. He seemed to get off on telling everyone what to do, even Ash, and honestly, he didn’t mind.

The two shared women, but that’s where their relationship with each other ended. It was comical the way most women wanted to know how it worked, some even asked flat out if he and Jamison fucked. The idea was one that never crossed either of their minds, but some of the women they brought home, still tried to get them to at least kiss. That’s usually when the party ended, it was just not something that either of them were into.

Occasionally, Jamison would doubt if the women really wanted him or if they just wanted Ash and brought him along for the ride. Ash got sick of telling his friend that most of the women he talked to asked more about Jamison than they did about him. He didn’t know why his friend was so hung up on his age because honestly, it didn’t matter. The women were too busy getting off on the idea of the two of them working as a team to give her mind-blowing orgasms, to care about how old either of them was.

Ash turned the chicken. “If, and I mean if, she only wants one of us, then we’ll worry about that when the time comes. But if I had to guess, from the way that she responded to us both, Regan Starr will be just fine being stuck between us,” Jamison nodded, and Ash relaxed a little.

“Let’s finish getting dinner together and then we can try to wake her up again. I bet she’s hungry and food might help her feel better. We can offer her the job and get her settled in the room between ours. She’s going to have to get used to being in the middle of us, sooner or later,” Ash laughed and bobbed his eyebrows making Jamison chuckle.

“Just try not to be a total douche, man. You could turn on the charm a little more. You just about had Regan quaking in her hot biker chick boots.” Ash shook his head and Jamison smiled.

“Yep, that was pretty hot. I bet that Miss Starr likes to be bossed around, she just doesn’t know it yet. Let’s head into the house to finish putting supper together while the chicken cooks,” Jamison barked.

“Damn, you’re even bossy out of the bedroom, man.” They both laughed and headed into the house. Ash wasn’t sure how, but some way, they would get sexy little Regan between them and if he had his way, she would never want to leave.

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