by Marla Monroe
“Grab her leg, Marcus.” Randall did the same, and they spread her out between them, anchoring her legs with theirs.
They both trailed their hands down her abdomen to her pelvis and then lower. Each of them teased at her opening then before she could catch her breath, they plunged inside of her. Two fingers, one rough with calluses and one with only a hint of them. The rasping drew her breath in as she felt that peculiar quickening in her chest. Marcus manipulated her clit until she was squirming beneath them.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” Randall asked.
“Let me come. Please, I need to come.” She couldn’t believe she was begging them. They had reduced her to that.
Randall threw back the covers and positioned himself over her as Marcus continued to manipulate her clit. Randall fisted his cock and guided it to her opening. With one thrust, he seated himself inside of her. She screamed at the suddenness of it. Her orgasm roared through her as he tunneled in and out of her. She squeezed at him, trying to keep him inside each time he withdrew. He pistoned in and out of her until she felt the telltale signs of another orgasm building inside her.
She chanted over and over again, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
“I can’t hold off any longer. Now, Marcus,” Randall rasped out.
Marcus pinched her clit between his fingers even as Randall called out his release. Darla had no choice. She screamed out as she came long and hard. Breathing seemed nearly impossible as Randall slowly pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Much to her surprise, Marcus replaced him and turned her over on all fours. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down until her face was against the bed.
He forced his way past swollen tissues until he was fully seated. Then he set a slow pace that soon began to speed up. She felt his balls slapping against her clit with each punch of his cock. He squeezed her ass cheeks then parted them only to squeeze them together again. Randall began stimulating her nipples then sucking on them while his other hand found her sensitive clit once again. He didn’t rub over it. Instead, he pressed it rhythmically with each thrust of Marcus’s cock within her.
Soon she felt the burning again and couldn’t believe she was going to come again. It was too much. Her pelvic muscles were sore and tired. But, sure enough, she began to climb as Marcus pushed in and out of her. She began to come, and she felt Randall squeeze her nipple and twist while he applied direct pressure to her clit. She hollered out, already hoarse from the previous two orgasms. As she hollered, Marcus pushed against her anus with his thumb and it popped inside of her before it even registered what he was doing. The pain threw her over harder than before, and she collapsed to the bed with only Marcus’s hands, dick, and thumb holding her ass in the air.
He slowly withdrew and fell to the bed gasping for breath. Darla wasn’t sure she would ever be able to breathe again. Her raspy breathing could be heard over Marcus’s own noisy breaths. Then she felt the wetness between her legs and stilled. Oh, God. One of the condoms had broken. She jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped in even before it warmed up. She scrubbed, knowing it wouldn’t help.
Randall and Marcus followed her into the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” Randall demanded.
“The condom broke! I’m not on birth control.”
“Well, shit,” Marcus said. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Randall groaned. “I don’t know whose it was. We’ve both already gotten rid of them. Come on out before you freeze to death. It will be okay, sweetness.” Randall bundled her up in a towel and rubbed.
The two men ushered her back to bed and climbed in beside her. They cuddled her until she finally fell asleep, praying she wouldn’t get pregnant.
* * * *
The next morning, both men rose earlier than usual. Randall figured they needed to talk before Darla woke up. He made coffee and they sat at the kitchen table discussing the events of the night before.
“I didn’t notice if mine broke. I was fucking drained. I just pulled it off and tossed it,” Randall said.
“Me, too. I just threw it away and never thought to check. She was already so wet for us that I never dreamed it was because one of the condoms had broken.”
“What happens if she gets pregnant?” Marcus asked.
“She stays with us forever,” Randall growled.
“You think she might leave us?” Marcus asked.
“Yeah, it scares me that she will unless we can convince her we love her and want her to stay. We’ve got to convince her to stay. Damn, I don’t think I can handle it if she leaves.” Randall ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t even bothered to comb it yet this morning.
“So we are in agreement that if she is pregnant, we’re fine with it. It just gives us one more reason to love her. I hadn’t planned on kids this soon, but if it happens, it happens,” Marcus said.
Marcus wiped his hand over his face and finished up his coffee. “I’m going out to check on the horses and be sure the hands break the ice for the cattle. I’ll be back in for breakfast later.”
Randall watched as his brother bundled up and left through the kitchen door. Bitter cold air rushed in when Marcus opened the door. He shivered and decided to wake Darla up himself. He grinned at the idea as he climbed the stairs up to their room. He smiled to himself. That was what it was now, their room. It would only be a matter of time before they moved their stuff into the room with her. He couldn’t wait.
She’d turned on her back with one hand by her face and the other covering her pelvis. He smiled and took out a condom. They wouldn’t forget to check again. Randall laid it out on the bedside table and climbed in bed with her after shucking his clothes. When he began fingering her pussy, her eyes flew open.
“Whoa! Your hands are like ice!”
“I’ll warm you right up, sweetness.”
He scooted down in bed and began kissing her and licking her between her legs. She moaned and rose to meet his tongue each time he pulled away. It thrilled him to be able to make her lose control. He crawled up her body, kissing and licking his way up until he reached her nipple. He nipped at it then laved it with his tongue. Then he blew cool air over it and watched it peak even tighter.
“You’re killing me. Fuck me.” Darla moved restlessly in the bed.
Randall made a big show of unwrapping the condom and rolling it on. Then he lifted her legs over his arms and plunged inside her wet pussy in one swift thrust. She cried out and began meeting him thrust for thrust. He felt her pubic bone each time he drove into her. He inserted a finger between them and began fingering her clit. He wanted her to come with him, and he was fast approaching his limit. Something about her took away his control.
She began to moan and thrash around on the bed. He knew she was close. He pumped into her once, twice, three times and pinched her clit.
“Come, Darla.”
She screamed and exploded for him. He felt her milk his cock with her vaginal muscles. He waited as long as he could before pulling free of her. He dealt with the condom, checking to be sure it was still intact, and then he kissed her and teased her out of bed.
“I’m hungry, woman. Get me some breakfast.”
“Okay, okay,” she groused, then rolled out of bed.
He slowly dressed thinking about having a baby in the house. He smiled and realized he would like it just fine.
Chapter Six
Darla made biscuits and scrambled eggs along with sausage for their breakfast. Marcus sauntered in and stopped to draw in a deep breath.
“Man that smells good.”
The back door opened and a rush of cold air poured into the room followed by Randall stomping and fussing before he shoved the door closed against the wind.
“Everything okay out there?” Marcus asked.
“Yeah, the hands had already broken the ice and were working on the hay.” He sniffed the air, and then smiled. “Something smells wonde
rful.”
“Get cleaned up. We’re having biscuits, eggs, and sausage. I have the biscuits warming in the oven. They’ll get hard if you don’t hurry,” Darla said.
“I’ll get the jelly out,” Marcus offered.
Breakfast was a light affair with everyone seemingly relaxed. She wasn’t as easy as they were, but she tried. She could still almost feel their cocks inside her. She found as she had made breakfast that she was pleasantly sore in the obvious places. What would it be like to be on the receiving end of that sort of loving every day? Could she handle it? She wondered how long it would last. They would tire of her eventually. The novelty would wear off no matter what they said.
Her experience couldn’t be ignored. She’d once had a fiancé and looked forward to their life together only to find out he had been lying to her. He already had a wife in a different city. His business required him to travel, so it had been easy to keep from her. Then she called his cell number one day needing to ask him something, and a woman picked up. Darla asked who she was, and she claimed to be Mrs. Andrews. Darla wasted no time telling her what Ben had been up to. Finding out her fiancé had not only lied to her but to his wife, broke her heart. She’d been so in love with him. Funny how the pain evaporated in the face of the budding relationship between her and the Sanders brothers. What did that mean?
The sound of Randall returning to the kitchen popped her out of her musings. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled her neck.
“Coming in to breakfast that isn’t burned is great. Coming in to you is even better,” he said.
Darla didn’t know what to say, so she remained quiet. Marcus appeared in front of her and tilted her chin up before placing a noisy kiss on her lips.
“I’m starved. I know Randall is. Let’s eat.”
Randall left her after breakfast to listen to the weather in the living room. Marcus returned to his office to peck away at the computers. The distant mumbling of the TV chased away her thoughts of Ben and his betrayal as her mind struggled to hear the weather.
Once she had the kitchen back in order, she joined Randall in the living room. She hesitated about sitting on the couch next to him. Would he want her to join him, or should she sit in the chair? In the end, she took a seat on the couch a decent space between them. Randall frowned at her and pulled her across the couch until she was nearly plastered to his side.
“This one isn’t as bad as the one behind it,” he said. “We only got six inches, even though with the cold and wind it seems like more. The wind piles it up in places.”
“There’s another one coming?” Darla asked.
“It all depends on how far down the low tracks as to how much snow we will get. It will be here by the weekend. We have several days to prepare for it.”
“How will you get ready?”
“We’ll go out and search for any stragglers we missed earlier and herd them closer to the barn,” he said.
“You’re going out in all of this?” She shivered.
Randall hugged her closer and rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
“We do it all the time. This time we didn’t have enough to keep us stranded. The next storm might be much bigger. Got to get those cows in closer. We’ll be just fine.” He leaned over and kissed her.
The kiss proved to be sensual but ended quickly. He stood up and walked over to the wood box and threw another log on the fire.
“Reminds me that we need to move the firewood to the porch so it will be closer to the house. Might as well do that now.”
Darla watched as he disappeared down the hall, presumably to round up Marcus to help him. He returned a few minutes later and strode across the room to the kitchen. Marcus soon followed. He stopped to give her a smothering kiss. Then he, too, headed to the kitchen. A few minutes later she heard the door open and close. They were gone for the time being. She had the house to herself to think.
What was she going to do? She admitted to herself that she was not only comfortable with the ménage, but she was beginning to fall for them. If she did that, it would be much harder to leave them.
You have to admit they’ve been open about what they wanted. They haven’t lied to you, either.
She wished she had someone to talk to about it all, but she had no family and what few friends she had back in Mississippi would never understand the situation she’d gotten into. Surely there would be someone that she could call. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of anyone.
The phone rang for the first time when one of the men wasn’t around to answer it. She hesitated, not knowing if she should or not, but decided to in the end. She picked up the receiver on the fourth ring and hoped they hadn’t hung up.
“Hello?”
“Um, hi,” a feminine voice said. “Is one of the boys around?”
“No, they are outside. Can I take a message?” Darla felt her heart sink.
Here was another woman asking for the brothers just like what had happened back in Mississippi. She should have known. A tremor started in her belly and soon progressed to her hands. She had to hold on to the phone with both hands to keep from dropping it.
“That would be great. Tell them their mother called to check on them with this weather like it is.”
Relief welled up inside her. She heaved out a breath before answering.
“Sure. I will. They are bringing up firewood to the porch. I’ll tell them you called. I’m sure one of them will call you back.” Now she was rambling. The woman would think she was daft.
“I didn’t realize they had finally found a housekeeper. I’m so glad you are there. I’ve been worried about them. They can’t cook for anything, and living on sandwiches isn’t good for them.”
“I’ve only been here a few days now. I’ve a lot to learn about ranch life.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll learn soon enough. If you have any questions, any at all, you call me.” She emphasized the “any at all.” Darla wondered what she meant by that. Surely she didn’t suspect that more was going on than her keeping house and cooking. Her face heated in mortification at the thought.
“Um, thanks. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she stuttered.
“Well, tell them to call me when they get in. They never come see us anymore, and we only live a few miles from them. If I want to see them, I have to drive over myself.”
“I’ll tell them and make sure they call.”
Darla hung up and wrung her hands. The fact that their mother might suspect what they were doing embarrassed her. She paced in front of the fireplace until the men returned stomping their feet to rid their boots of the snow. She hesitated in the doorway unable to say anything at first.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Randall asked when he looked up and saw her.
“Your mother called. She said to call her. She never hears from you.”
“Damn. I didn’t think to call her with the snow and all. She gets worried,” Marcus said.
“Let’s call her from the office. I want a shot of whiskey to warm my insides,” Randall said.
They started toward the hall. Randall stopped and turned back toward her.
“Come on. You can sit in my lap while I talk to Mom.”
“I can’t do that!” she exclaimed. Her face felt warm again.
“Of course you can. What’s wrong?” Marcus asked with a scowl on his face.
“It’s your mother, for Pete’s sake. It just isn’t right.”
Randall laughed, and grabbing her hand, pulled her along behind him as he walked down the hall. Marcus followed behind, so she couldn’t escape even if she managed to extract her hand from Randall’s. The idea of sitting in his lap while he was on the phone with his mom terrified her.
They walked into the office, and Randall promptly sat down in his chair pulling her into his lap. Off balance, Darla all but fell in his lap. She squirmed trying to get down, and he tightened his hold on her. Immediately, she felt his erection beneath her, and she stilled, unsur
e of what to do. The more she struggled, the more aroused he became. He groaned in her ear as he lifted his groin against her.
“Much more of that and I’m going to take you right here and now while Marcus is on the phone.”
Darla held herself very still. Marcus laughed and picked up the phone to call their mother.
“Hey, Mom. You picked up like you were waiting by the phone,” Marcus said.
He listened as she said something.
“Yeah. We got lucky when Darla applied for the job. She’s doing a great job.” Marcus looked over at her and smiled.
Marcus talked with her for a few minutes then handed the phone over to Randall. Darla glared at Marcus for laughing at her discomfort. He only grinned wider. In the meantime, Randall answered questions that were obviously about her. She closed her eyes and willed herself to be absolutely still.
Suddenly, she felt a hand at her breast. She yelped in reaction then popped her hand over her mouth, knowing their mother had to have heard that. Marcus was the culprit. He continued trying to touch her breast. Darla crossed her arms over her chest and ground her teeth in determination to thwart his obvious fun of tormenting her.
A few minutes later, Randall hung up and wrapped both arms around her. Now she couldn’t get down if she tried.
“Mom said hi and that she enjoyed talking to you earlier,” Randall said. “What did you two talk about?”
“Nothing. She introduced herself, and I told her I would make sure you called her.” Darla tried swinging her legs to create enough momentum she could slip out of his arms.
“You’ve moved around so much in my lap that I’m about to explode needing you like I do.”
He released her and allowed her to slip out of his lap. When she did, she dragged her bottom over his engorged cock. She wondered what he going to do. He sounded like he was going to punish her. The idea both frightened her and excited her. How sad was it to anticipate whatever they had in store for her without knowing what it was?
“Come on, Darla. Up to bed. You’ve had a busy day,” Marcus said.
