Chapter Seven

The music livened up a lot after that and Carla found herself dancing in the line with Matt and Dyson either side of her and a whole host of their friends and neighbors laughing and joking with them as they sang along to the band.

“I didn’t know they danced like this in Wyoming,” Matt teased as the Barnaby Brothers broke into their version of Alan Jackson’s Good Time.

“You’d be amazed at what we do in Wyoming.” Carla winked at him salaciously and was rewarded with a massive grin. She suddenly felt a lot more confident since her ‘moment’ with him, and was acutely aware of his presence, especially when he brushed past her during the dance moves.

“Is that a fact?” Dyson’s eyes twinkled and he raised one eyebrow in that sexy way his brother had before. Carla really liked Dyson too. He hadn’t asked any more awkward questions since their arrival and seemed to be going out of his way to be nice to her.

As she gazed from one hunk to the next, she realized she wasn’t sure which one she liked best. A horrid feeling thudded in her gut when she thought about having to choose between them. They were both devastatingly handsome, and she loved the feel of them close to her.

Matt was a little more happy-go-lucky but then she remembered how angry he had seemed in the shop yesterday when he’d seen her being kissed by Aiden Fielding. It would appear he was fiery and passionate, especially if their earlier ‘moment’ was anything to go by! He was also a little more rugged. Although she knew they both lived on a ranch, Matt seemed a little more outdoorsy than his brother. The stubble on his chin also added to his roguish charm.

Dyson seemed a little more serious—and asked more questions. Carla felt a little unnerved by it, but then, she reasoned, he was probably being attentive and interested in her, which should be a good thing, right? He was clean-shaven and a little tidier in his appearance than Matt. Dyson was also very suave, and had a great way of dealing with people, which was good because everyone seemed to have something they needed to discuss with him.

Both brothers were amazingly popular, and attracted a lot of interest from the girls. Carla felt really flattered that they were both with her. She realized that she would never be able to choose just one of them, which was probably just as well, as she couldn’t afford to get too attached to anyone right now. It was great that she had some fantastic friends, guys that didn’t mind taking her out together—it might have been a little intense with just one of them. Neither seemed fazed that the other flirted with her, either, so they obviously both understood that this was just a bit of harmless fun. And that was the way it would stay, right?

“I’m starving,” Matt announced as they finished the dance. “Let’s get something to eat.”

Carla noticed then that she was actually ravenous. She followed Matt over to the carvery, where they chose a selection of roast meats and vegetables. The smell alone was enough to tempt a saint, and the food tasted delicious.

“I’ll bet this is nicer than what you had last night, ain’t it, baby?” Dyson asked easily as they ate.

Carla smiled, wondering if they weren’t just a little jealous that she had gone out with Aiden last night. “We had steak,” she replied.

“Did you have dessert?” Matt asked, his eyes narrowing a little.

Carla couldn’t help smiling when she remembered the fun they had enjoyed with their pudding, but still wondered if it would have been even better with either of these guys. “We had a sharing sundae thingy,” she told them.

Matt’s lips tightened into a straight line. “Did you now?”

Carla gulped, realizing that he really wasn’t happy at the thought.

“Well now, I reckon it’s one thing to share something between two people, but with three you get a whole lot more fun. Don’t you think, bro?” Dyson’s eyes were practically on fire as he turned to his twin. A salacious grin filled his face which made Carla feel a rush of excitement, though she didn’t really know why.

Matt’s eyes lit up and he gave a shit-eating grin back to his brother. “Oh yeah. Three just takes things to a much higher level, I always think,”

Carla couldn’t understand why their remarks made her pussy gush and her whole body feel hot and edgy, but they did. She had always enjoyed her food, but had never actually felt this aroused about it before!

“So what exactly was in this sharing sweet you enjoyed so much, Carla?” Dyson asked as he picked up the dessert menu.

She looked from one conspiratorial grin to the other and shook her head. “Well, we had chocolate…”

“We can do chocolate,” Dyson said quickly.

Carla smiled. “And ice cream,” she went on.

“Oh we can do ice cream,” Matt told her in no uncertain words.

She frowned at his determined expression, but continued. “Let’s see, pastry, cake and—ooh lashings of whipped cream,” she said remembering the heavenly taste.

“Cream? You like cream? We can do cream by the bucket-load baby,” Dyson said as he stood up. “You just leave it to me!”

Carla gasped as he strode purposefully toward a door marked ‘Staff’. “What’s he doing?” She was horrified as she turned to his brother.

“Ordering dessert,” he replied, casually taking a sip of his wine. “You did want dessert tonight, didn’t you?”

“Well…yes…I mean…yes please.” A funny fluttering feeling invaded her stomach and she was trembling with anticipation. I’ve never got this wound-up over a dang dessert before!

“Well that’s a good job.” Matt topped up her glass with a smirk that made her feel excited and worried all at the same time.

“It’ll be here in a minute.” Dyson returned to the table with a massive smirk. “Hope you’re hungry, baby.”

“Do they have ‘Decadent Delights’ here as well, then?” Carla frowned as the waitress removed their dishes.

Dyson snickered. “They do better than that, baby. Say hello to a ‘Sensational Shearer Sundae”.

A second later her heart leaped as the kitchen door opened a man in a head chef’s uniform appeared carrying a large silver platter on which stood an enormous glass dish that was crammed full of something chocolatey and creamy and goodness knows what else. Not only did it have whole bars of flakey chocolate poking out the top, but there were also lit sparklers fizzing and twinkling away as he walked over to their table. Her mouth must have gaped open, judging by the ache in her jaw as he ceremoniously placed the huge salver in front of her. Everyone in the bar watched, clapping and cheering while Carla gaped, speechless at the proceedings.

“Enjoy!” the chef urged, placing three shiny silver spoons on the table.

Carla was vaguely aware of the guys thanking him as he left them, but she was still gazing ecstatically at the sweet, as the sparklers slowly burned down. The guys carefully pulled their chairs a little closer to hers.

“Is this what your dessert was like?” Matt asked her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

She shook her head, stunned. As the guys leaned over and started to pull the spent sparklers from the enormous mound of whipped cream, she took a second to recover herself.

“You’d best get started before Matt gets a chance to eat the lot,” Dyson told her, handing her a spoon. They all delved in at once.

“It’s delicious!” She moaned as she finished a spoonful of chocolate mousse, cream and sauce, all of which melted on her tongue, sending her taste buds into a tantalized frenzy.

“Here.” Matt leaned down and wiped some cream from the corner of Carla’s mouth with his finger. He then held the finger to her lips and she automatically sucked it in. The taste of Matt and cream was even more heavenly than the desert. She closed her eyes as his thick finger stroked her tongue and she swirled around it, sucking slightly, eliciting every drop of goodness from it. The sound of her own moan brought her back to earth and she suddenly remembered where she was. This time, though, instead of biting the finger in her mouth, she couldn’t resist giving it one more kiss before slowly pulling her head away.

Matt’s eyes seemed glazed over as he smiled seductively at her, and she blushed. Neither spoke as they resumed their sweet, and Carla’s heart was just getting back to a steady rhythm when Dyson whispered in her ear, “Do you like chocolate?”

“Yeah.” She didn’t hesitate. Chocolate was her favorite thing in the whole world—well, it had been until she met these guys!

“Here you go.” He handed her a ‘flake’ and she had already started eating it before she caught on to the irony of the long, hard stick of milky chocolate poking between her moist lips.

She sucked it in her mouth until the end dropped onto her tongue, where she relished the rich flavor and smooth texture while the guys gazed at her in awe. Carla couldn’t help chuckling as both guys shuffled a little uncomfortably in their chairs while she teased and tantalized them with every mouthful.

Their spoons wrestled playfully with each other as they enjoyed the scrumptious dessert. Carla watched Dyson stab a small profiterole and was just going to offer to help him cut it up when he lifted it to his mouth and she watched as his tongue dipped provocatively into the slit before he withdrew it slowly, covered in fresh whipped cream. Their eyes locked as he sensuously took his tongue back into his mouth, and she saw his jaw tighten slightly as he sucked the delicious dessert from his tongue.

Carla let out a tiny whimper and quickly squeezed her thighs together as another gush of hot liquid escaped her aching pussy. She now recognized the torture which she had subjected the guys to, and she blushed heavily, forcing herself to scrape her eyes away from Dyson’s. Again she found herself trembling with inexplicable excitement as her breathing became more rapid. She closed her mouth, staring at the white tablecloth to try to regain her composure. Before she was able to, however, she heard a whisper in her ear and felt the hot breath of a gorgeous cowboy.

“Have you had enough yet?”

Her eyes shot up to Matt’s as her heart raced the four-minute mile and her skin flushed red hot again.

“W-what?” she whispered, clenching her pussy tight.

“Do you want some more?” It was Dyson this time, in her other ear.

She could feel the nearness and heat of both men as their hot breath brushed gently over her ears and they each slung an arm around her shoulders.

“Um,” she murmured helplessly as they tickled her neck with their tongues, slowly nibbling their way to her throat.

Instinctively, Carla lifted her head, offering them better access to her sensitive skin. Her eyes closed and her breathing became rampant as they continued their exquisite torture. For a moment she was gliding on a warm thermal somewhere way up in the earth’s atmosphere. Somewhere private. Somewhere only they knew.

“Do you want anything else, baby?” Dyson’s murmur permeated the ether and she slowly turned her glazed, confused eyes to him.

“Hmm?” It was all she could manage.

She heard a low chuckle from Matt, and she turned to see him smiling down at her.

“You sure were hungry, weren’t you?” Matt’s soft voice rumbled in her ear, and he cocked that sexy eyebrow at her salaciously.

She felt herself blush and giggled nervously, as she slowly came back to earth in their arms.

She heard them both chuckle, before they all started laughing more loudly, and the boys loosened their grip as the waitress came to clear away their dishes.

“Well, it sure looks like you enjoyed that,” the waitress said, before disappearing with the crockery.

Carla blushed again, having noticed the knowing look on the lady’s face. The boys hooted with laughter.

“I’ll just see to this,” Dyson said, casually standing up and taking the check from the table.

Carla hadn’t seen the waitress put it down and immediately opened her mouth to offer her share. The sudden stern expression on Dyson’s face made her think again and she smiled at him gratefully as she quickly closed her mouth. He seemed satisfied with that, as he left them to go settle up.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Matt said decisively and held a hand out to her. Carla giggled and followed him over to the floor.

Her body was still tingling from the excitement of having the guys kissing and touching her. She felt like she was floating on air right now and didn’t want the feeling to stop. They joined the line for Waltz Across Texas and she felt Matt’s closeness as he gracefully danced next to her. Although the Shearer brothers were large, muscular men, they were very light on their feet and both had a casual elegance which she loved.

Dyson soon joined them, stepping into the line on her other side, and the air felt electric as she danced between them. Every now and then one would brush up against her, or wink or smile seductively and she felt her insides glow. Their scents surrounded her and she felt shrouded in them. Carla pushed away the nagging doubt at the back of her mind—the one that kept telling her not to get attached, that it couldn’t last, that she couldn’t actually have either of them—she didn’t want to think about that right now, she just wanted to live in the moment.

After a couple more line dances the music turned to a waltz and both guys looked at Carla questioningly. Oh dear God—they can’t make me choose! Matt’s chuckle put her out of her misery.

“I’ll fetch some more beers,” he offered, grinning.

Dyson held his arm out to her and she glided into position as Matt left the floor.

“You know, if they play any more of these slow dances we’re gonna have to take turns all night, don’t you, baby?” Dyson murmured into her ear and the heat of his breath made her stomach flip. “Even if we have to wait all night for the numbers to add up.”

She felt an ember from the smoldering fire in her stomach burst into flame at the thought of spending the whole night with these two hunks. It amazed her that they didn’t seem in the least bit jealous of each other as they both lavished their attention on her. She gasped and stared up at him. His deep chuckle resonated through his muscular chest, which was now even closer to her. His presence enveloped her.

Dyson bent his head down and she felt his smooth chin brush across her forehead before he kissed her hair gently. Carla was thankful that she knew the steps so well, as she wasn’t concentrating on the dance at all. All she could think of was the handsome hunk who was holding her tight and gently rubbing his taut, musky-scented body against hers with every movement. She gazed up at him just as the song ended and his emerald eyes danced with delight. He leaned down and took her lips in a sensual kiss which started as tiny nibbles and ended with his tongue invading her hot mouth and exploring every inch of it. Slowly their tongues untangled and Carla became aware of everyone standing around applauding the band. She blushed and stared at the floor, realizing that the other dancers would have seen them kiss.

“Hope you’re thirsty.” Matt smiled as he came up to them carrying three beers.

Carla nodded and Dyson took her hand and led her over to a small table. The beer was ice-cold and she relished its bite as she attempted to cool herself. She sighed as she gazed up at the two handsome guys who were sat either side of her.

“Hope we haven’t tired you out yet, baby?” Dyson leaned toward her and she felt hot all over again. She clutched her cold glass, hoping that it might cool her a little.

“No, I’m fine.” She smiled at him and was rewarded with a gorgeous grin in return.

“Do you ride?”

Matt’s question took her by surprise and she jerked her head around to gawp at him. He chuckled. “I thought we might take some horses and head up into the hills tomorrow if you like? We’re forecast some decent weather and the view up there’s pretty spectacular,” he explained.

Dyson’s warm hand came over her arm. “Say you’ll come, baby. It’ll be fun,” he urged. His bright green eyes flashed with promise and she couldn’t resist that smile.