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  The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 6: Her Double Deputies

  Elise Ross is one tough Southern cowgirl, especially when it comes to her heart. Losing her one and only lover nearly killed her. Now her past might finish off the job.

  Tommy and Vic Ollsen, twin deputies of Delite, are pursuing a romantic interest in her. She thinks that they’re just doing their job, because every time a Dixie Chix was in trouble, Tommy and Vic were her instant bodyguards. Now Tagart McKeiver is showing an interest in her too. The Tennessee businessman is not who he seems, and it’s too late when she realizes that he’s the one who killed her boyfriend back in Tennessee.

  Elise is caught in the middle of an illegal bull riding operation that could cost Tommy and Vic their lives. When it’s either leave with Tagart or let him get away with killing them, she makes the decision to allow history to repeat itself. She would rather die herself.

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 40,968 words

  THE SINFUL 7 OF DELITE, TEXAS 6: HER DOUBLE DEPUTIES

  Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  THE SINFUL 7 OF DELITE, TEXAS 6: HER DOUBLE DEPUTIES

  DIXIE LYNN DWYER

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  Sally stood in the bathroom with the door locked. Her eyes filled up with tears as she stared at the pregnancy test stick. They were tears of joy. She was going to have a baby. Mason and Steven’s baby. Her heart was racing and she felt a little sick to her stomach. That was no different than the nauseous feelings she had been having for weeks. Then she noticed that her pants were getting a little tighter, too. She couldn’t believe it. She was having a baby.

  The knock on the door frightened her, and then Steven’s voice.

  “Sally, are you okay? Is anything wrong? Why do you have the door locked?” he asked.

  “I’ll be out in a minute.” She quickly gathered up any evidence of the test kit. She wanted to surprise them both. She didn’t want them to find out like this. She needed to do something special. She just had to figure out what. It had been seven months since she took that tumble down the ravine, had the car accident and recovered from her injuries. It was November, Thanksgiving was tomorrow, and they were celebrating it at the main house. Everyone was bringing something, and all their friends would be together. She would do it then. She could wait one more day to tell Mason and Steven.

  She hid the bag with the test kit and carton in the closet. Later, when Steven left for work at the veteran’s hospital, she would get rid of it.

  She fixed her makeup then opened up the door.

  Steven was standing there with his arms crossed, staring at her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he looked her over. She was more than okay. She was the happiest woman alive right now.

  “Yes. What is wrong with you?” she teased as she walked toward the bed, picked up one of the throw pillows, and placed it on the top of the bed with the rest of the accent pillows there. She had begun making the bed then hurried to the bathroom while Mason and Steven cooked breakfast downstairs. God, she really didn’t feel like eating eggs right now. The thought made her belly rumble.

  I’m going to have a baby.

  Steven turned her around to face him. He had his hands on her waist as she held his forearms and smiled up at him.

  “Steven, what’s wrong?”

  “You tell me.”

  “Nothing is wrong.” She smiled at him then gave him a look that she hoped he would understand as confusion. She really was going to have a hard time keeping this from them. Just one day. One day, she told herself.

  “You look different.” He told her and she smiled. I am different. I’m going to be a mommy. I’m going to have your baby and Mason’s baby.

  “Different good or different bad?”

  He immediately placed his hand over her ass cheek and squeezed her to him.

  She felt her breast tingle. They were so oversensitive lately, and now she knew why.

  She grunted as he squeezed her so tight, that her breasts collided with his muscular chest.

  He pulled back.

  “Are you hurting?”

  “No, silly, you just squeezed me tight. Now stop fussing. Don’t you have to get to work?”

  “I do, but I came up here to tell you that breakfast is ready. Mason made omelets.”

  “Oh, okay. I’m really not
that hungry. I might just have some toast.” Steven looked at her strangely again. He brushed his thumb along her hip bone and her belly. She wondered if the good doctor was aware that she was with child. Did doctors just know that kind of stuff? Was it intuition? Well, she sure wasn’t going to spill the beans.

  She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Let’s go, sweet cheeks.” She slapped him on his ass before quickly heading toward the door. He of course got to her before she could escape and kissed her to near breathlessness. When he finally released her lips, she was pliant in his arms.

  “That’s what you get. Now move it.” He turned her toward the staircase and gave her ass a squeeze as they headed downstairs. Now she just needed to avoid Mason, the ex-military interrogator that knew immediately when something was on her mind. Well, not today, mister. She was going to keep this secret until tomorrow. A plan needed to be created, and she was going to surprise everyone with this news. Ahhh, to keep a secret from two dozen or more of her family couldn’t be that hard…could it?

  * * * *

  Tommy Ollsen watched his brother Vic as he walked out of the main barn and headed toward the fence. Tommy was looking out across the fields and at the horses that still wandered around grazing. He had been thinking about his life and that of his brother. Two tours in Iraq, they had seen and experienced such terror that until this day plagued their dreams. They were both on the force for nearly two years and still had difficulty dealing with PTSD. Doctor Frank was a great doctor and a vet in the service. He understood posttraumatic stress syndrome and had even experienced a light bit of it himself. He got through it a day at a time and through each experience. Tommy felt that his Native American upbringing also helped him to deal with his struggles. Many customs and beliefs in the higher power directed him to fight sensations of flashbacks or aggression. The aggression he felt he had some control over, but Vic confessed that he didn’t. He was the one to fly off the end pretty quickly, but Tommy was there to stop him from losing it. They hid their PTSD rather well, and in any other town they probably wouldn’t have gotten hired as deputies, but they were in Delite, and Delite was special.

  “Hey, what’s that serious expression about?” Vic asked as he leaned his forearms onto the fence. With them both over six feet, they could lean on the top wrung comfortably.

  “Nothing really. I was just thinking about the war and getting hired here. I’ve been having some crazy dreams lately.”

  He felt Vic’s hand on his shoulder.

  “I know what you mean. I do, too. I think some of the dangerous situations that our friends have been in may have something to do with it,” Vic stated then winked. Tommy knew exactly whom, specifically, he meant. He shook his head and smirked. “Elise is such a spitfire. I don’t even like going to Dixie Chix because I know I’m going to freak out at the number of guys hitting on her,” Tommy admitted.

  “Never mind that body of hers. Don’t let that attitude fool you either. She’s a sweetheart but stubborn as damn hell.”

  “Obviously, Vic, because she hasn’t caught on to our interest in her,” Tommy said.

  “We haven’t exactly been pursuing her the way men who want a woman should be.”

  “I’m not sure yet. I mean, what if we’re together and I get one of those flashbacks? She could get freaked out, or I could hurt her,” Tommy admitted.

  “Like that thought hasn’t kept me away from her either? I’m the one with the aggression issues. Do you know that just last week, I pulled these teenagers over and one of them gave me lip? I nearly took his head off. He pumped out his chest and challenged me. In my head I didn’t see him as a wiseass teenage kid with no concept of reality about the world we live in. He might as well have been a Taliban terrorist. I stepped toward him and the fear in his eyes was enough to make me regain my composure. That scared me.”

  “Shit, Vic. I’ve been there before. Remember that guy, Ralph, that kept bothering Elise, but we didn’t find out until we forced the info from Juliet?” Vic nodded.

  “Well, notice that he no longer comes into town, never mind into Dixie Chix. I went to see him. Threatened to beat him down and leave him in the field for the animals to have their way with him. He saw that look in my eyes. You know, that look that tells anyone with any common sense that I’ve killed before. I was so worried about Elise. I want to protect her, but I’m also afraid of smothering her, too. If she becomes our woman, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let her out of my sight, never mind work at Dixie Chix.”

  Vic chuckled.

  “We’ve stopped ourselves. We’re getting better with time and maybe being with Elise will help, too. I’ve fucked around long enough, Vic. I want more.”

  “So do I. So I guess we’d better start working on breaking down those walls Elise has built up.”

  “Now that is going to be a challenge.”

  Chapter 2

  Elise Ross was bending over trying to restock the bottom shelf with some glasses when she heard the whistle. She knew her blue jeans were tight and hung below the waist, hugging her hips and revealing a bit of hip bone, but it was the attire most of the staff wore. She also wore a tight fitting black T-shirt that stopped at her midriff and had the words “Dixie Chix” done up in rhinestones. She ignored the whistles until she heard the commotion of more than a few men at the bar.

  She glanced up and shook her head, eyeing Ben and Quinn, who ran the electric bull, along with Gus and two other guys she didn’t know. She placed her hands on her hips.

  “Okay, who’s the wiseass?” she asked, and they laughed. But she noticed the one guy, with the dark hair and big brown eyes, was absorbing her body. She could tell immediately he liked what he saw, and she winked at him.

  “Aww, come on, Elise, with that fine body of yours, what do expect us to do?” Gus asked with a smile.

  She threw the bar rag at him and the others laughed.

  “So, who are your friends?” she asked and tried not to make it obvious that she was checking out the cutie with the brown eyes dressed in a dark green cowboy shirt and tight fitting black Wranglers. Man, was he sexy.

  “This is Carver and Tagart. They’re visiting from Tennessee,” Gus told her, and she immediately felt her heart race. She was from Tennessee and Tagart had her full attention.

  “Where in Tennessee are y’all from?” she asked.

  “Livingston? How about you, honey?” Tagart asked.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “Honey, from one Tennessean to another, we can tell by your accent. Whereabouts?” Tagart pushed.

  She smiled. “Nashville.” He reached his hand out to shake hers and he held it a moment as he squeezed her hand. Oh yeah, he was definitely interested.

  “So we have everything set for the first contest. Are you going to be giving it a whirl tonight, Elise?” Gus asked her. She felt her cheeks warm. She got really excited just thinking about riding the bull. Back home in Tennessee, she worked on a dude ranch and taught tourists how to ride the electric bull. With Ben and Quinn at the controls of good old “Hurt So Good,” the name she and the girls had given the bull, it could make for some real fun.

  “Well, let’s see what type of crowd you draw and take it from there,” she stated.

  “You ride, darling?” Tagart asked her as he looked her over for the umpteenth time.

  “Can she ride? Shit, boy, she’d give you a run for your money,” Gus stated.

  “Oh, stop teasing him, Gus. He’s a wrangler from Tennessee. I bet he can ride just fine and hell of a lot better than little ol’ me.” She winked at Gus and really laid on her Tennessee accent. He seemed to know where this conversation was headed.

  “Really now. You being sarcastic, honey?” Tagart asked.

  “Me?” she replied with her hand over her chest, which only drew his eyes toward her bust. Not that he hadn’t been looking.

  “How good is she, Gus?” Tagart asked but never took his eyes off of her. She held his gaze as her belly t
ightened in complete awareness of his flirtatious technique.

  Gus raised his eyebrows at Elise, but she held Tagart’s gaze.

  “Real good, cowboy.”

  The hoots and hollers filled the air around them, and Elise blushed as Tagart licked his lips and smiled at her.

  “It’s on then, doll. You and me. Whoever lasts the longest. Gus, you make sure that Ben and Quinn hit us equally with their moves on the controls,” Tagart said.

  “Is this a go, Elise?” Gus asked.

  She looked Tagart over and smiled. “It’s a go. Just let me get coverage for the bar here. Clara should be over in ten minutes.”

  * * * *

  “Hey, Vic, Tommy, what’s going on?” Mason asked as Vic and his brother approached the main bar in Dixie Chix.

  “Not too much. How’s the SWAT thing going?” Vic asked Mason as he ordered a couple of beers from Juliet.

  “It’s going great. Thanks for asking.”

  “Hi, guys,” Juliet said as she handed over the bottles of beer.

  “Hey, Juliet. Big crowd tonight, huh?” Vic asked.

  “Sure is. They’re having the first of five bull-riding contests tonight. The winner with the highest score takes home a nice sum of money,” Juliet stated.

  “Really? How much is it at now?” Tommy asked.

  “Four thousand.”

  “Wow.” Tommy replied.

  “Well, Susanna thinks it will easily reach ten before we get to the final round in December. It’s right before Christmas,” Juliet told them.

  “Hey, you guys are coming over for Thanksgiving tomorrow right?” Juliet asked Vic and Tommy. They looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders as they took slugs of beer. Often, they did a lot of things at exactly the same time. It was part of being twins.