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A Cowboy For Keeps-3

My hand became slippery with Ret’s spend. I lifted my hand so I could share the c*m with both men, who licked it clean. We shared kisses, the three of us, and then I stood and helped Ret off Roscoe’s lap.

Ret winced a little when Roscoe’s c**k popped out of his ass, but then he smiled. “Jesus, it’s always so good with you two,” he said, snuggling into my arms.

“Same here, sweetheart,” I said.

Roscoe caressed Ret’s butt cheeks, then reached over and grabbed a rag for me. He got one for himself and cleaned up. I wiped Ret’s ass and then reached between us to clean his c**k.

I heard a grunt, and turned to see Danny going to town on his c**k, head back, rhythm fast and sure until he came, all over his bare belly, since he’d pushed his T-shirt up to his armpits.

“I’ve never seen anything so…beautiful in my life,” Danny said, his breathing labored as he rubbed his spend all over his n*****s and chest.

Fuck, that was hot. I wanted to lick him all over.

With Ret still in my arms, I said, “It was our pleasure, believe me.”

“You must really care for each other a lot. That’s so rare,” Danny said, sounding wistful. He pulled his shirt down and wiped his hand on his jeans, then grabbed his water bottle to drain it dry.

“It may be, but the three of us, we have more than enough love to share with anyone who needs it, and that includes you.”

“I don’t know if I can ever…” Danny started to say.

“No rush, cowboy. We’re not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

After that touching moment, Danny yawned, and Ret farted.

“Good God, Ret. Way to ruin a moment,” Roscoe griped, waving his hand in the air to dispel the fumes.

“You still love me anyway,” Ret replied, chuckling as he moved away from me and grabbed his pants.

To Danny I said, “To bed with you.” Danny got up and grabbed his empty water bottle. I took it from him and shooed him down the hall. “Get some rest, sleep as long as you like.”

“Thanks, Slim. In fact, thanks, all of you. Good night.” He waved and walked away.

Ret and Roscoe stood beside me as we watched him disappear down the hall.

“That went well,” Ret said.

“Yeah. I hope he’ll stay,” Roscoe added. “I’d like a crack at that ass.”

Me first, though, I thought. “Could you be anymore uncouth?” I asked.

“It’s why you keep me around, right?”

“Maybe.” I walked between my two men, an arm around each waist as we headed to bed.

* * * *

A few weeks went by, and we all settled into a routine. Danny healed—physically, at least—and, since it turned out that he was pretty handy outdoors, he and Ret worked with the animals and fixed equipment and fences, as needed.

Danny remained amused but untouched by any of us as we f****d each other, frequently. Nothing we did seemed to faze—or encourage—him to participate, much to our combined disappointment…not that we would ever force the issue.

Other than getting off solo while watching us in the evenings, he never did anything else, but seemed content to leave things the way they were. I wondered why. Such a sexy man deserved more than just his fist for company.

I felt a yearning building within me for the reticent cowboy. I wanted him for my own. Ret and Roscoe had each other—and me, whenever they wanted—so why couldn’t I…well, maybe it was too soon for that kind of thinking.

“Roscoe?” I asked one afternoon as I watched him preparing a huge tray of sandwiches in the kitchen. “What do you think is going on with Danny?”

“It may be that he’s been hurt by life for so long, and had to do things that he might be ashamed of to survive so often, that he doesn’t think he deserves more than being a voyeur and pulling on his dick.” He set the tray in the middle of the table.

“How do we get through to him?” I asked, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite.

He gave me a knowing look. “You mean how do you get through to him, right?” I didn’t respond, and he went on, “We don’t, love. He comes to us, when he’s ready. Maybe he’ll never be ready, you know? All we can do is provide a loving, peaceful, happy environment for him to thrive. Give it time, okay, papa bear?” Roscoe leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“You know me too well. I guess you’re right,” I replied.

“Aren’t I always?” He grinned at me then grabbed the walkie talkie to hail Ret to announce it was snack time.

Five minutes later, Ret and Danny wandered into the kitchen in their socks after leaving their boots by the back door, as was the house rule. They were both a little dusty, but they’d cleaned their faces and hands, so they probably used the sink in the laundry room. Danny looked real good, those muscles of his just about to pop in his arms, and the sweaty T-shirt molded to a chest that made me want to just tear the material to get at that hot bod. Calm down, son.

“What we got today, buddy? Reubens?” Ret asked before taking three sandwiches, placing them on a plate, and sitting at the table.

He had a spot of mud—or horse s**t—on his left cheek. I tore a piece of paper from the towel roll, spit on it and wiped his face.

“Thanks,” he said and blew me a kiss.

Roscoe took a tray of hand cut fries out of the oven and gave each of us an even portion before sitting down himself. There were two six packs of root beer already on the table. “Let’s eat, guys.”

I hummed to myself in pleasure. Damn, Roscoe could cook! The cheesy flavor, followed by the sharpness of the sauerkraut and the peppercorns just made my mouth water. The beef was tender and salty, the mustard and horseradish making it all excellent. Just perfect for an afternoon delight.

“Quit your moaning,” Ret said, grinning at my vocal enjoyment of really good food.

“You like it when I moan, though,” I retorted, winking at him before finishing my sandwich and grabbing another one.

“True,” he said.

“I know I do,” Roscoe added, grabbing a fry and chewing on it as he watched me with a lecherous expression.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said before biting into another sandwich.

“You guys are just too much. I wish…but it wouldn’t be right if I…” Danny stopped, shook his head and grabbed more food.

“You wish what, Danny?” I asked.

He blushed, but didn’t respond.

I glanced at Roscoe, who gave me a small smile. Ret was too busy chewing to notice what was going on.

It occurred to me that Danny might think he’d be intruding, or cause problems in some way if he got involved with us. Far from it. His participation would make us an even better unit, and give me a cowboy of my very own to love. At least, that was my hope.

I left it alone and after finishing our meal, we all helped Roscoe clean up the kitchen before going our separate ways. Before I went back to my office, however, I stopped Roscoe in the hall before he disappeared.

“I’m thinking that maybe the issue for Danny is that he worries he’d break us up, or something. Ruin the dynamic we have with each other. Thoughts?” I folded my arms and waited for his opinion.

“You might be right. I saw that blush at the table. Maybe that’s why he only jacks off with us, but anything else makes him…hesitant. I’d be more than happy to let him know how far that is from the truth.” He rubbed his hands together gleefully.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you would. Let me talk to him, okay?”

Roscoe shrugged his shoulders. “Fine with me, boss.”

“Love you,” I said.

“Back atcha,” he replied. I kissed Roscoe’s nose and patted his ass to send him on his way, then went in search of Danny.

It took me twenty minutes to find him. Ret had informed me that Danny was on the other side of the ranch, fixing a part of the fence that was rotting. I rode out on Shelby, my favorite horse and found Danny kneeling before a post, working on the barbed wire.

He looked up when I walked up to him after leaving Shelby in the shade of a nearby tree that was next to a stream. Danny’s eyes widened at my approach.

“Something wrong, Slim?” he asked, standing quickly and dusting off his gloves.

“Relax, Danny. Everything is fine,” I replied. I leaned against the fence and looked out at the view before me. The scenery always took my breath away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny watching me.

“You enjoy working here?” I asked to get the ball rolling.

He cleared his throat. “Absolutely. I’m grateful to you all for taking me in.”

“It was our pleasure, believe me.” I smiled at him, and his cheeks got rosy red.

“Can I ask you something, if you don’t mind?” I pushed my hat back a little on my forehead.

“Not at all. What’s up?” he replied as he removed his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Might as well come out and say it. “Do you think you’d be breaking us up or whatever if you were to be physically intimate with the three of us?”

Danny looked at me like a deer in the headlights before blinking and hanging his head. He rotated the hat in his hands as he pondered my question. I let him think on it, enjoying the sounds of nature, as well as the smell of a hot, sweaty male, one of my favorite scents in the world.

He wiped his mouth with a forearm and then looked at me. “I’ve never been in a relationship of any kind before. Nothing but quickies on the road or in bars. Any friends I had over the years were left behind long ago. You guys got something real good here, and I don’t know that I have anything to offer, anything of worth, that is. You’ve all been real good to me, and I really don’t want to mess things up. I like it here and I like y…” Danny stopped a moment to compose himself. “Yes, I think I’d be intruding.”

My heart hurt to hear the pain in his voice, the way he thought he had nothing to offer, had no worth. And what was that about his liking…Hmm, it sounded like he meant me, but I couldn’t be sure. Whatever the case, life had left him feeling like he didn’t deserve love, and I wanted him to know that that was pure horse s**t.

“Danny, we all like you”—me, especially—”a lot. It’s not just physical, though. Sure, you’re sexy as f**k. But you’re also a hard worker, easy to get along with and a fighter. You wouldn’t still be alive today if you weren’t. You deserve to be loved, to be treated with respect, and to have good friends. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

I turned to face him. “Roscoe, Ret, and I are here for you, in whatever way you need us. If s*x isn’t what you want from us, that’s fine. We’ll still be the best friends you’ll ever have, and you’ll always have a place here with us, for as long as you like, okay?”

I held out a hand to shake his. Danny looked at it, then took off one of his gloves to take my hand in his. “Thank you, Slim, for saying that. It means a lot. Give me…” he closed his eyes briefly. “Give me some time, okay? I just need to get my head around the idea of actually being wanted and maybe even loved…by three guys, no less.” He grinned and I cackled.