by Marla Monroe
“It wouldn’t matter if you did. All that matters to me is what we three know and what goes on at the ranch.”
“It’s yours and Jeb’s now, too. It’s our ranch, our home,” Drew told them.
Chapter Twenty
Jeb rubbed the back of his neck. All day he’d felt as if someone was watching him. He’d caught Drew several times, but this felt different. Ever since they’d brought her home nearly a week ago, she’d sat outside on the porch to watch them work around the ranch. If they drove around the fence line to check it, she went with them. If they had to ride horses anywhere, someone always stayed with her.
He looked around but couldn’t see anyone. He finished dumping the dirty hay and horse manure in the compost pile and washed out the wheelbarrow before returning it to the barn. He ambled over to where Drew sat on the porch, drinking a glass of iced tea.
“How are you feeling? Warm enough?”
“I’m fine. Plenty warm enough. Soon it will be summer, and I’ll be complaining about the heat.” Drew took a sip of her tea and smiled up at Jeb.
“That’s a long time off.” Jeb chuckled
“I can wish, can’t I?”
“Marshall is jealous because I got house duty today.” Jeb leaned in and kissed her. He loved her kisses.
“Hmmm, maybe I should make it up to him tonight.”
“Only if you make it up to me now, first.” He kissed her again.
“You’re insatiable.” Drew nipped at his lower lip.
“Not any more so than you, baby. It takes two men to satisfy you.”
“Let’s go inside,” she suggested, standing up.
Jeb immediately swung her up into his arms and strode for the door. A shot rang out, hitting the door facing next to Drew’s head, sending splinters flying.
“Fuck!” He slammed open the kitchen door and all but threw Drew inside before slamming the door closed again.
“Get down, Drew. On the floor.”
“Where did it come from?” she asked.
“Had to have come from the direction of the west pasture. There are a lot of trees out there.” He was still reeling at how close the bullet had been to Drew’s head.
“You might as well come out. I’ll shoot your other lover when they come up. You know they heard the gunshot.” The voice sounded closer than Jeb had thought.
“Do you recognize the voice?” Jeb asked Drew.
“It seems familiar, but I can’t place it. He’s shouting, so it’s distorted.”
Another gunshot rang out, hitting the door.
“He’ll kill Marshall if we don’t do something,” Drew cried.
“Marshall will be careful, having heard the gunshots. Don’t worry about him, baby. Let’s concentrate on staying alive and trying to figure out where the bastard is.”
“I’m going to call the sheriff.” Drew reached up and grabbed the phone to place the call.
Jeb inched his way over to the window. He peered around the curtain to look for the glint of the sun off of a gun barrel if possible. Another shot rang out and shattered the window.
“Damn it.” Bits of glass rained down all over him. He shook as much of it off as he could.
“Be careful, Jeb.” Drew watched him inch his way across the room toward the front of the house.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to sneak out the front door and go around the side to try and figure out where he is. If we know where he is, we can sneak up on him from behind.”
“What if there are two of them and one of them is watching the front?” Drew grabbed at his shirt. “Please don’t go out there.”
“I’ll be fine, Drew. I’m just going to look right now. I’ll wait on Marshall to get here to help keep him occupied before I try to sneak up on him.”
“Let’s just wait until the sheriff gets here, Jeb.”
“As soon as they hear those sirens, they’re going to run again. We need to put a stop to this now.” He pulled her toward him and kissed her long and deep before letting her go, so he could make his way across the living room to the front door.
He reached up and unlocked the front door, then slowly opened it. Nothing. He eased out of the door in a crouch and snuck across the porch to the corner of the house. No one shot at him. He eased his head around the house but couldn’t see anything. No glint off of gunmetal or movement that he could see. He would have to wait until Marshall and Kenny showed up, and he hoped they were careful.
Waiting wasn’t his strong suit. He preferred action to sitting around, but there was nothing he could do. Seconds turned into minutes. The man didn’t even call out anymore. Was he even still there? How could he tell without endangering himself and giving away his position?
“Don’t move.”
He felt the business end of a rifle against the back of his neck. The barrel was still warm from when he’d fired it earlier.
“What do you want with Drew?”
“That’s between her and me. You are just some bastard she’s fucking. Or should I say one of them.” He laughed and pushed the barrel harder against Jeb’s neck.
“Now stand up, slow and easy,” the voice said. “Don’t try anything. I have an itchy trigger finger.
Jeb stood up and waited for his next instructions. If the man was going to just kill him, he’d have done that already. He planned to use him, and he had a sick feeling about what he was going to do.
“Let’s take a walk around the back. I want Drew to see you, and I know she’s in the kitchen.”
“She isn’t going to come out just because you have me. She’ll wait for Marshall and Kenny to come back.”
“Oh, she’ll come out when I start shooting you one piece at a time.”
“This is stupid. All of this is over the land? Why?” Jeb had no idea if that was what this guy really was after or not.
And how did he plan to get it once Drew was dead? He already knew it wasn’t Brett. It didn’t sound like him. He was a good bit taller than this guy. This man only stood maybe five-eight or so. The gun barrel was pointed upward into his neck now.
“Jeb! Are you okay?” Drew’s voice carried from across the yard.
“I’m fine. Don’t do anything he says. Wait on Kenny and Marshall.”
“I wouldn’t listen to him, Drew Fenton. I’m going to start shooting up parts of him until you walk outside that door,” the man said.
“Get on your knees and raise your arms.”
Jeb fell to his knees and raised his arms. His left arm wouldn’t go up as high as the other one. It was still stiff from his last bullet wound. Hell, this was going to hurt.
“Are you coming out, or do I start shooting?”
“Don’t shoot. I’m coming out.”
“Don’t you dare, Drew. I’ll turn that bottom of yours red.”
“Shut up!” the man yelled at Jeb.
The sound of hoofbeats not far off grabbed Jeb’s attention. He was just about to turn around and try to take the man’s gun while he was distracted when a bullet whirled past him, and a loud grunt followed. He fell to the ground and rolled over to see the man had fallen as well and was reaching for his gun when Drew walked up holding a gun at her side. She aimed it at the fallen man.
“Go ahead and grab for it. I want to put a bullet through your brain so badly I can taste it.”
“Do you know him?” Jeb asked, coming to his knees.
“This is the old foreman, Harry Smith.” Drew walked over and kicked his gun out of his reach.
“You took my ranch. It was supposed to be mine when he died. He promised it to me.” The man held his hand to his chest where Drew had shot him.
About that time, Marshall and Kenny rode up. Both men jumped from their horses to see if any of them were hurt. Jeb climbed to his feet and walked over to where Drew was holding the gun on Henry.
“Here, let me do that for you.” He reached for the gun.
“No, you’re not supposed to have a gun. The sheriff will be here soon. He’ll hand
le this.” Drew kept the gun aimed at the man. “Henry, who were you working with? I know you didn’t do all that crap by yourself.”
“I ain’t telling you nothing.”
Jeb walked over and put his foot on the man’s shoulder and applied pressure.
“Brett! Damn it, that hurts. Stop it. Brett hired me to sabotage your ranch, but it wasn’t working. Then you got these men helping you, and he got pissed off. He really wanted to marry you, Drew.”
Jeb took his foot off the man’s shoulder.
“Who else was shooting at us besides you?”
“Walter Jeffers, from Brett’s ranch.”
Jeb heard the unmistakable, and now very predictable, sounds of the sheriff’s cars coming up the drive. He didn’t like Drew having to deal with shooting Henry, but she was right, he wasn’t supposed to have a gun.
“What in the hell are you doing, Henry?” The sheriff walked up and checked his wound. “Looks like you get a ride in the ambulance.” He looked up at the four of them and winced.
“Okay, who shot him?”
“I did.” Drew handed him her rifle. “He shot at us and then threatened to kill Jeb. I didn’t have any choice. I couldn’t let him do it.”
“Whose fingerprints am I going to find on this gun and the bullets inside?” He looked straight at Jeb.
“Mine. I loaded the rifle, and I shot the rifle.” Drew held out her hands. “You should still be able to smell it on my hands.”
He held one of her hands and sniffed.
“Hell, I guess we’ve got a mess on our hands.”
“It gets worse, sheriff,” Kenny said.
“What?”
“Henry, tell him who put you up to it and why.” Kenny kicked him in the side.
“Kenny,” the sheriff warned him. “Henry, tell me what’s going on.”
The man laid it out on the line. How he’d wanted revenge and Brett knew it, so he hired him to cause problems around Drew’s ranch so she would have to sell to him and marry him. When that didn’t work, and she got help on the ranch, he got mad and wanted revenge himself.
“It was all his idea to shoot at them. I wouldn’t have gone that far, but he was threatening to turn me in if I didn’t help him.”
One of the deputies walked up. “Got an ambulance on the way.”
“Okay, I want each of you to give my deputies your statements individually. Then you can come to town and sign them once they’ve gotten them typed up. I figure the judge will enjoy this little mess you’ve got. Looks like I’ve got to go pay Brett a visit next.”
“Drew, you’ve got yourself some good men here. Don’t know as I would have ever trusted them to begin with, but I think they’re good men.”
“Thanks, Sheriff. I know they’re good men.” She wrapped her arms around Jeb and Marshall and hugged them.
Long hours later, Jeb and Marshall soaped Drew up and bathed her as she relaxed in her tub. Jeb figured she deserved a little special treatment, though he wanted to wring her neck for endangering herself by coming out in the first place.
“Umm, that feels so good,” she purred as they each circled a breast with their hands.
“Just wait until we’ve got you all squeaky clean. Then I think you’re going to feel even better,” Marshall told her.
Jeb smiled. He planned on spanking her ass as he fucked her there. He couldn’t wait. In the meantime, he enjoyed playing with her. She was so damn responsive to them. He rinsed her breast and then moved his hand down her abdomen to her pussy. He rubbed her mound and gently tugged on the curls there. Then he slipped a finger inside her and pumped it in and out until she was making waves in the water trying to take more.
“You’re going to make a mess on the floor if you keep that up,” Marshall said with a grin.
“Maybe we need to take this to the bed, boys.” Drew reached up for one of the men to pull her to her feet.
Jeb helped her out of the tub then grabbed a towel to dry her off. Marshall took another one, and between them, they soon had her dry and warm. Jeb carried her to the bed that Marshall had already turned down in preparation for them needing the room on it.
He laid her down on the bed, and Marshall walked around the other side. He pulled under her arms to slide her farther on the bed. Then he reached down and kissed her.
Jeb leaned in and spread her pussy lips so he could lick along her slit. He teased at her clit but didn’t dwell there. He wanted to build her passion first. He sucked her sweet cunt, lapping up her juices until she was squirming to get closer to him. He looked up to see Marshall sucking at her nipple with his mouth and pinching the other one with his fingers.
“You taste so damn good, baby. I can’t wait until you come on my tongue.”
He spread her wide again and pushed two fingers inside of her. Then he began to slowly pump them in and out until she was tilting her pelvis to take more of them inside of her. He chuckled and curled them around to stroke her hot spot. He loved finding that one little area that, when touched just right, set her off like a rocket. He stroked slowly over that spot just softly enough to send her into moans and start her begging for more.
“Please, Jeb. Please let me come. I can’t stand it.”
“Not yet, Drew. I want you to feel how good it can get when you wait, baby.”
He took a long, slow lick over her clit and enjoyed the quick push of her hips at him. She tried everything to get him to continue to rub that little nub, but he wasn’t going to do it. He wanted her so hot she would explode on his tongue with just one breath.
His eyes met Marshall’s, and they nodded in agreement. He leaned in and began stroking Drew’s G-spot in bolder strokes and used his tongue to fuck into her as well. He felt her begin to tremble, signaling her climax was just around the corner. He waited until the last possible minute, then pressed hard on her hot spot and nipped her clit as she screamed her climax. He quickly licked her juices as fast as she came. Never had anything tasted as sweet to him as her pussy right then.
Marshall reached down with his fingers, and Jeb backed off to let his friend scoop up some of her delicious honey. He watched his friend’s eyes close as he licked her cream from his fingers. He enjoyed seeing Marshall happy. He wanted them all to be happy. The look on Drew’s face right then was the loveliest he’d ever seen. She was sated and drifting on it. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room. Jeb let her rest for a few more seconds before he had her roll over and straddle Marshall.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Marshall, let her ride you like the cowgirl she is.” Jeb helped a very endorphin-tipsy Drew climb up on Marshall. She slid down and took him in her mouth for one quick suck before she let them lift her to take Marshall’s dick inside of her pussy. He’d tasted delicious. She wanted to suck them off, but they needed this more. Needed to feel each other to know they were all okay.
She slowly slipped down until her pussy lips touched his pelvis. She squeezed down around him until he groaned and swatted her ass.
“Behave, Drew,” Marshall teased.
“I want to move,” she pouted.
“You’ll move in a minute, baby,” Jeb said behind her.
He pushed at her back until she folded down over Marshall’s chest. She kissed him when he lifted his head up for her to reach, then she licked his nipple and grazed her teeth over it. He shuddered.
She felt Jeb behind her and wasn’t surprised when he spread lube all around her back hole. He squeezed some inside of her and carefully inserted a finger in her back hole. He pumped it several times then added a second finger. She drew in a deep breath and pushed back on them to get them past that tight ring. When he added the third finger, the burn started. She moaned and moved with his fingers. He spread them inside of her until he felt she was ready. She trusted him to know and groaned when he withdrew his fingers.
“I’m going to fuck your tight little ass, baby. I can’t wait to feel you squeeze me.”
Jeb pushed the head of his cock against
her little rosette. It blossomed open for him as he pushed. Drew pushed back and whimpered as the ring burned where he was forcing the head of his cock past it. When it finally popped through, she groaned. Jeb waited for her to pant through the pain and then began to move in and out in short thrusts until she was pushing back on him
Nerve endings tingled to life, and she wanted to move, needed to move. She pushed up on Marshall’s chest and began pulling off him to shove back on Jeb. Then she pulled back from Jeb to sink once again on Marshall. Over and over she moved on them, until Jeb finally held her still.
“It’s our turn, baby. Let us fuck you.”
Drew relaxed and let them take her then. She just rode them as they did the driving. One in and one out, over and over, until she could no longer be still. Her climax was riding her hard. She wanted to come, but it was just out of reach. Fire burned inside of her, growing hotter and hotter. Her blood felt on fire, and electricity sparked at all her nerve endings. She felt as if her world was going to fly apart at any minute.
“Please, Jeb, please, Marshall. I can’t take it. It’s too much. I can’t survive it. Please, no more.”
“There’s always more, baby. Just breathe. Relax. Let it take you, Drew.” Jeb’s voice sounded a long way away.
She felt tears sliding from her eyes, and her breathing came in great gulps as everything thinned down into a single point. Then Marshall shoved his dick deep inside of her and pinched and twisted her nipples at the same time that Jeb shoved his cock all the way inside of her ass. He slapped her ass over and over, and she came unglued. She felt each of them come as well. She could actually feel their cum stream into her. The pain/pleasure of their possession was her undoing, and she screamed and cried as she tried to breathe around the fire burning through her.
For long seconds, she couldn’t see or hear anything but her heartbeat as it raced ahead of her, not waiting for her to catch up. She finally collapsed on top of Marshall. None of them could catch their breath. Jeb pulled out, making her cry out at the loss. He kissed her back then left her and Marshall, still joined and panting.
“Easy, baby.” Jeb’s voice sounded close, but she couldn’t think right then. He rolled her over to her side, and Marshall slipped from inside of her. Another loss. She felt both of them gone from her, and didn’t like it.
