Page 19 of Claimed By the Cowboys

I roll my eyes at his age joke and then nod toward the nightstand where his phone rests. “Order some food. Burgers, fries, whatever’s open. We should feed her. She was hungry last time.”

While Jensen grabs his phone, I stay right where I am, with one arm banded around Brandy’s waist, and my palm spread over her stomach. I trace slow circles with my thumb, memorizing the feel of her warm skin. She shifts closer in her sleep, pressing her firm ass back against me, and I have to bite back a groan as my cock thickens.

Jensen speaks quietly into the phone, then hangs up. “Thirty minutes. I got cheeseburgers, fries, onion rings, and a chocolate shake for our princess.”

“Good.” I’m impressed he remembered her order from the description I gave him of our first night. I look down at Brandy’s peaceful face. “She’s a good woman, Jen. Raising her sister’s kids, working doubles… holding her widowed mama together.”

Jensen props himself on an elbow, looking serious for once. “You told me that night you came back from the motel. Said she was different. That we needed to win her over slowly if we ever got the chance.”

“I meant it.” I brush a spiral curl from her cheek, fascinated. “She’s strong as hell, but she’s exhausted. She’s smart and funny even when she’s tired. The way she talks about those kids… You can hear how much she loves them. She’s loyal. Nurturing. And when she finally lets go…” I swallow hard. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

Jensen nods slowly. “We’re not passing through anymore. Things are different now that we’ve secured our own place. We’ve been saying it’s time to find the right woman to build something real with. You think we found her?”

“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I think we have. Now we’ve got to convince her to give us a chance to find out if it could be more.”

“Why do I get the feeling that it's not going to be easy?”

“It won’t be. But it’ll be worth it.”

“You know me. I love a challenge.”

We go quiet for a while, relaxing in the low light of the lamp while we wait for the food. When it arrives, Jensen sets everything up on the small table while I wake Brandy.

“Brandy, sweetheart,” I murmur against her temple, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. “Food’s here. It’s time to eat something.”

She stirs with a sleepy hum, blinking up at me. When she realizes she’s still naked, a shy smile tugs at her lips. “Hi.”

“Hey, beautiful.” Jensen leans over and kisses her forehead. “We got you dinner. You need fuel before round two.”

Her eyes widen, but she laughs softly. “I never say no to food, but I don’t think my body can cope with round two.” Her eyes sweep over our naked bodies. “I mean, technically, I’ve already had round two.”

Jensen snorts. “That’s not how it works, sweetie. It’s double or nothing.”

“Don’t give her the option of nothing,” I say, pulling her back against me possessively. “Don’t listen to him, Brandy. It’s double. Just double.”

She wriggles in my arms, turning to face me. “You’ve already had double,” she says. “And if you remember, our original agreement was single… one night.”

“Ma’am, I know a good thing when it’s wrapped around me. What can I say? I wanted second helpings.”

“And thirds,” Jensen says. “And fourths. “You should’ve heard him.”

“Ignore my brother,” I say. “Not because he’s wrong but because I don’t want him freakin’ you out over how much I wanted you to call.”

She smiles, but it’s kind of shy, like she isn’t sure how to respond, but she’s happy that I thought about her.

“The food’s getting cold, bro,” Jensen says, sliding off the bed to take a chair in the corner. There’s one other chair that looks halfway to falling apart. I guess rooms with doubles don't tend to be rented as triples very often.

“You should put some clothes on,” I say as he stuffs fries into his mouth. “No one wants to look at your sausage while they’re eating a burger.”

“What’s wrong with my sausage?” he says, looking down like he’s offended.

“There’s nothing wrong with your sausage,” Brandy says, as she drags the sheet from the bed and wraps it around herself. “But it’s kind of a health and safety issue. Imagine you drop hot burger sauce on it. How would you explain that to the nurses at Honor General?”

Jensen looks down at his cock again. “Yeah, burned sausage would be bad.”

I toss him his boxers, and he catches them.

“She’s persuasive,” I say.