Monroe, Marla - Their Border Lands Gift [Men of the Border Lands 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “We can shower together. That way we both get hot water. Plus, there won’t be any cooling off in the bathroom when we open and close the door for each other.” Bruce strode toward the bathroom carrying a pair of warm-ups. “Grab your sleep clothes and come on, Kate.”

  “I don’t mind taking a shower after you,” she said, rummaging through the suitcase he had packed. It was surprisingly neat, and he’d been thorough. Everything she might need seemed to be there.

  “You don’t have to shower with me, Kate, but Marcus and I are your men now. Your brother signed you over to us even before this happened.”

  Kate’s gasp sounded loud in the quiet of the room. “What are you talking about?”

  Bruce’s lips grew thin, but he pulled out his wallet then extracted the papers Mike had given him the day before. He spread them out and handed them to Kate. She read over them and upon seeing their names in her brother’s handwriting, she knew she was lost. With shaking hands, she handed the papers back to Bruce and slowly began taking off her clothes in the chilly bedroom.

  “Kate, if you don’t want to do this, it’s okay. You’ve had a lot to deal with in the last twenty-four hours.”

  She continued removing her clothes despite his assurance that she didn’t have to.

  “Not here, Kate. It will be warmer in the bathroom. Come on. Bring your nightclothes.” Bruce gently took her arm and propelled her into the bathroom where he closed the door and began stripping.

  Kate turned her back and took off her clothes in a near state of shock. Her brother really had given her away. He hadn’t waited for her to pick anyone, but made up her mind for her. What if she had picked one of the other pairs of men? What would he have done then? She slipped out of the warm-ups then carefully folded them before removing the sweatshirt. She folded it as well.

  The water in the shower came on behind her, and she heard Bruce shuffling around as he adjusted the water temperature. She hugged herself in an effort to ward off the cold inside of her more so than the chill in the air.

  A soft haze of fog drifted across the top of the bathroom as the shower warmed the room. Once again she thought about the fact that her brother had given her to them. How could she live with these two men that she barely knew? She swallowed down the bitter taste of worry and made up her mind. She was attracted to them. They had been nothing but kind to her. She could do much worse.

  “Climb in, Kate. The water is warm enough now.” Bruce stood totally nude just inside the shower stall. He held out his hand.

  She swallowed and without looking at anything below the waist, she let him lead her into the shower’s spray. He circled her around behind him so that the water didn’t beat down on her face. She reached for the cloth he held in his hands, but he held it above her head and soaped it.

  “I’ll bathe you, Kate. Just relax and let me take care of you tonight.” His deep rich voice vibrated across her body like strings on a violin.

  “I can bathe myself, Bruce. You don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to bathe you, Kate. If you’ll let me.”

  “If you’re sure that you want to.”

  “Do you want me to, Kate?”

  She swallowed around the weakening fear in her throat and nodded. She concentrated on a spot just below his chin but no lower than his shoulders. When he began lathering her shoulders and neck, he stood close to her. Close enough that his cock brushed against her belly. She drew in a swift breath and swallowed hard again to keep from moving away from him. She tilted her head a little in defiance because she wasn’t a coward. Not really.

  “Easy, Kate. I’m not going to hurt you. Neither Marcus or myself will ever hurt you, baby. I promise.” Bruce continued to soap her up.

  He turned her to face the back of the shower and rubbed the cloth around her shoulders and down her back. When he reached her ass, he continued to bathe her as if he had done it a million times before. She felt the heat rise in her neck and face as he cleaned between her legs then on down her thighs until he reached her feet. When he moved away from the spray so that it would rinse her, she had to quickly look up to avoid staring at his engorged cock.

  Something tightened deep within her body at the glimpse she got despite her good intentions not to look. He slipped back between the shower and her body once again. This time he turned her so he could bathe her front. She grabbed his wrist when he started on her breasts.

  “Really, Bruce. I can do it.” Her voice quivered despite her resolve to not show how nervous he made her.

  “Let me, baby.” He looked deep in her eyes until she slowly dropped her hands.

  Bruce quickly bathed her body but instead of letting the shower rinse her this time, he hung the cloth on a rod and slowly began to massage her shoulders, slick with soapy water. He moved to her chest where he slowly lowered to encompass her breasts. He mounded them with his hands then concentrated on her nipples, flicking and rubbing them until she moaned out loud. She was appalled that the sound had come from her mouth, but couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop anything he was doing, because a part of her didn’t want him to stop.

  Kate cringed at that part of her. It betrayed her. She shouldn’t want anything to do with either him or Marcus, but deep inside, she wanted to feel their flesh next to hers. She wanted to feel their flesh inside of hers.

  Shivering, her knees nearly buckled when he reached her mound with his questing hand. He easily held her up as he explored her pussy with his fingers. The more he stimulated her, the tighter her body wound in an uneasy anticipation of something she wasn’t sure she wanted, but knew she couldn’t do without.

  “Easy, baby. Don’t fall.” He wrapped an arm around her and turned her around in the shower to rinse her free of the soap. Then he slowly lowered her to the shower floor as he quickly bathed and rinsed off.

  He shut off the water before helping her to her feet. Then he dried her off with one of the soft towels he’d pulled from the linen closet.

  “Can you put on your clothes?” he asked.

  “I’ve been dressing myself since I was a child,” she snapped.

  His lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled on his thermal underwear and turned around to catch her staring at his ass. This time he gave her a knowing smile having caught her checking him out.

  Kate couldn’t miss the massive cock standing out from his body in the thermals. It took all her willpower to move her eyes away from it and keep her hands from encircling it.

  She quickly pulled on her pajamas. They were some of her warmest but had kittens on them. In front of Bruce, though, she felt like a kid in them. She turned her back to him and waited for him to finish getting ready.

  He reached around her to open the door. Cold air rushed in, sending shivers along her skin. Bruce picked her up before she had a chance to stop him and carried her across the room in long strides to deposit her on the bed.

  “Quick, get beneath the covers, Kate. You’ll warm back up in no time.”

  “It’s like a block of ice in here,” she complained.

  He slipped beneath the covers and pulled her over toward him. As cold as she was, she didn’t protest and actually burrowed into his warmer body. He grunted when she kneed him in the stomach.

  “Straighten out your legs, Kate. I’ll get you warm.” He reached beneath the covers, and before she realized what he had a mind to do, he’d slipped his hand into her pajama bottoms and covered her pussy with his hand.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded with a yelp.

  “I’m going to warm you up, Kate.”

  He began rubbing her pussy lips with his fingers until she parted her legs against her better judgment. It was as if her body had a mind of its own. He dipped his fingers into her already sodden pussy and rubbed them around her clit.

  “Fuck, you’re wet already, Kate. Are you wanting more than my fingers in your cunt, baby?”

  “I–I don’t know. God, I can’t think when you do that.” She hiss
ed out a breath and buried her face in his chest as he continued circling her clit with his moistened fingers.

  It felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop what he was doing for even one minute. Why did she respond to him so easily?

  When he shoved them inside of her she tightened around him and called out his name. Never had she felt anything like this. What was he doing to her? The feel of his fingers inside her body thrilled her, but also scared her. She’d never known a man to pleasure her this way. She was used to the quick clumsy attentions of the boys back home when she had been in school. This was nothing like that.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. Does this feel good, baby?” He began to rub a spot inside of her that curled her toes.

  Kate arched her back as he stroked the sweet spot that he had found. She couldn’t say anything. Her voice was locked deep within her where small electrical impulses jumped and danced along her clit. Even her nipples were peaking from the sensations Bruce was causing.

  “Please,” she cried out, not knowing what she was begging for.

  “What do you need, Kate?” he whispered in her ear. “What do you need from me?”

  “I don’t know. I need more.” She couldn’t make up her mind. All she knew for certain was that only he could give it to her now.

  He fingered her pussy then stroked her cunt until she was wild with need. Then he returned to her clit and massaged it until lightning struck her, sending shards of fire throughout her body. Her body convulsed. Bruce sought out her mouth and kissed her.

  His lips smoothed over hers, and then his tongue licked along the seam of her lips until he pressed on her clit and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. He took advantage of it and stroked his tongue along hers. When he licked the roof of her mouth, she finally joined in and tangled her tongue with his.

  When he pulled away and stroked her pussy until she was calm again, Kate realized she was indeed warm all over. Her face burned with shame that she’d just begged him to take her. Tears threatened to fall. She tried to turn over, but he pulled her closer to him.

  “Shh, Kate. There’s no need to be embarrassed. We’re your men now, and we’ll be pleasuring you often, baby.” He brushed a tear from her eyes and pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “It’s not right. We aren’t married, and two men can’t marry one woman anyway.” She refused to look him in the eye.

  “Times have changed, Kate. The only way to keep a woman safe is to have two or three men to watch over her. There are vicious men out there waiting to steal a woman. You know that. Mike knew it even before this happened. I’m sorry it’s like that, but it is.” He seemed to hesitate then asked, “Were you already attracted to someone else?”

  “No. I just didn’t want my brother to give me to someone I didn’t know,” she admitted.

  “You know us, Kate. We’ve been around enough lately that you should be fairly comfortable with us.”

  “It doesn’t make it right, though.” She sighed and hoped he would just go to sleep.

  “I don’t want you to feel forced into this, Kate. We’re not barbarians or rapists.”

  “I know that. I can’t deny that you made me feel good. Neither can I deny that I wanted you, but it feels wrong to want two men at the same time.

  She hung her head. No, she couldn’t deny it. He’d seduced her, but she had let him. Perhaps some part of her wanted them. But why? They were older than she was, and more knowledgeable. They were big men all over. Even now she could feel Bruce’s hard cock poking at her stomach. He’d pressed it into her when she’d come earlier.

  Some part of her was curious about what men like Bruce and Marcus could do to her. Bruce had just given her an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever had on her own. Would it always be like that, though? Would they normally just take what they wanted from her? She guessed time would tell, because she belonged to them now. Even if Mike lived, he had signed her over to them. As mad as she was at him for doing so without talking to her about it, she couldn’t say that she was unhappy with them. Deep down, she had already chosen them but thought they were still grieving for their wife. She’d even felt guilty for thinking like that about them.

  “Stop thinking it to death, Kate. Everything will be fine. Just give it time.” He ran his hand up and down her back. Then he tangled his hand in her hair and drew her closer. “Now go to sleep, baby.”

  Kate closed her eyes and almost as if he’d ordered it, she fell asleep.

  * * * *

  “Bruce? Wake up. I need Kate to wake up. Mike is running a high temp and asking for her.”

  Bruce cursed. If they lost Mike, they might never truly have Kate. He leaned in toward her ear.

  “Kate, baby. Wake up. Mike needs you.” Bruce shook her slightly and she moaned.

  “What? What’s wrong?” She came awake then as if knowing. “It’s Mike. What’s wrong?” She started trying to climb over Bruce, but he held her still.

  “Careful. I don’t want you to break your neck falling out of bed. Mike’s running a high fever. Let’s get you downstairs.” He threw back the cover and cursed as the cold air hit his bare chest.

  Bruce knew she wouldn’t wait for either of them to get dressed, so he grabbed his shirt and socks and made sure Kate did the same. Then he followed her downstairs to the living room. Mike was tossing and turning on the couch. His flushed red face registered as being hot with fever.

  “Mike. Can you hear me, Mike?” Kate took her brother’s hand and squeezed it.

  “Kate? I’m sorry, Kate. I did what I thought was best,” Mike managed to get out in a gravelly voice.

  “It’s okay, Mike. Just get well for me. I can’t deal with it if you die on me. Please don’t give up.”

  Bruce watched as Kate struggled not to cry over her brother. He would do anything to help the young man, but this was up to God now. They could only do so much. He wanted to hold her and take away her pain, but that was beyond his ability as well.

  Kate spent the next several hours bathing Mike in cool water. She talked to him almost the entire time about their past and a future where she was with him.

  Bruce joined Marcus in the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. His brother sipped on his then shook his head as Kate hurried in to change out the water for more cold water. Bruce took the large bowl and emptied it for her then filled it and carried it back to the living room. When he got back, Marcus was shaking his head again.

  “What?”

  “She’s desperate for him to live, Bruce. If he doesn’t, and I don’t see it happening, she’s going to be devastated.”

  “He’s her brother, Marcus. Of course she is.”

  “Yeah, but she’s counting on him to keep her with him.” He ran his hand up and down the mug.

  “She knows that’s not going to happen. But she’s scared. As long as Mike is around, she thinks she is safe. I hope he lives. I would hate for her to lose her security.”

  “We’d never hurt her, Bruce.”

  “I know that and you know that, but she doesn’t.”

  “I guess you’re right,” Marcus said. I want her to be happy, Bruce. I love her. I’ve loved her almost from the beginning.”

  “I know. If she loses Mike, she’s not going to be happy for a long while. We’ll just have to deal with it.” Bruce ran a hand over his face.

  “Marcus?” Kate walked in.

  “What is it, baby?” He stood up and walked toward her.

  “Mike is sweating now. Should I keep bathing him?”

  “Let’s go look.” He looked over at Bruce then followed Kate back into the other room.

  Bruce sighed. Maybe God was looking out for all of them after all. He stood up and walked into the living room. Marcus was checking Mike while Kate wrung her hands watching.

  “He’s better, right?”

  “His fever is breaking. That’s good, Kate. Let’s keep him covered until it’s down to one hundred. Then we’ll dry him off and put dry clothes on him.

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nbsp; Nearly an hour later, he was running a low-grade fever and his color was back to a more normal pink tint. Kate cried the entire time they changed his clothes. It took all three of them to dry him off and re-dress him in thermal underwear and socks. Then they re-covered him.

  “Thanks, both of you. He’s going to be okay now. I just know it.” Kate hugged them both then went back to tending to her brother.

  “It’s going to be a long healing process, Kate. He’s still got quite a ways to go,” Bruce warned her.

  “I know, but he’s going to be okay. That’s all that matters.” She held on to her brother’s hand, using it like a lifeline. As if as long as she was touching him, she was safe.

  Bruce sighed. At least she wouldn’t be afraid. That was important. Then he wondered what Mike would do once he was back on his feet. Would he stick around or leave Kate with them and move off somewhere? That would hurt Kate worse than if he’d died.

  Kate yawned and stretched. She had been on her feet caring for Mike for nearly six hours now and operating on less than five hours of sleep. They all three needed a nap. He knew he would never get her to leave Mike. He looked over at Marcus stretched out on the recliner.

  “Kate, baby. You’re tired. You need a nap.”

  “I’m not leaving Mike. Not until he wakes up and is coherent.”

  “Why don’t you sleep with Marcus over there in the recliner? You’ll be right here with him, and I can wake you if he wakes up.”

  “Oh, well. I can stretch out here on the floor. I’ll be fine.” She started to sit down, but Bruce caught her.

  “No you don’t. You’re not sleeping on a cold floor. You’ll sleep with Marcus. You can keep each other warm.” He scooped her up and deposited her in Marcus’s lap.

  His brother opened an eye and wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, Kate. You feel good. Keep me warm.”