by Marla Monroe
She moaned as he continued to tunnel in and out of her needy cunt with his thick dick. She moved with him, occasionally looking over to see what Travis was doing. He was jerking on his dick as if he would pull it off. When the men jacked off, they were so much harder than she could be. Gail didn’t understand why it didn’t hurt the way they tugged on themselves like they did.
Benton reached between them and fingered her clit as she groaned at the first waves of her impending orgasm that rolled through her body. She could feel her body tighten all over just waiting for her to go over. His pounding cock sent quivers down her spine as her ass muscles clenched, waiting, waiting for her climax to roll over her.
She heard Travis shout as he came and felt warm jets of his release land on her belly. That was all she needed to explode. She knew she took Benton with her as he jerked inside of her and slowed his pace when he came. Gail arched her back, taking all of him inside of her before she lay still, panting with the effort to breathe.
She was certain Benton was saying something as he lay over her, but she couldn’t hear through the ringing in her ears. When he rolled off her and cupped her cheek in one hand, she strained to hear what he was saying.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you, honey?”
“I’m great. Just trying to catch my breath,” she told him.
“When you didn’t answer me, I thought I’d hurt you,” he explained.
“Can’t hear well over the ringing in my ears.” Gail reached up and touched his lips. “That was wonderful. Thank you.”
“No need for thanks. I got mine, too, you know.” He grinned down at her then rolled over and groaned.
“I’ll bring back a wet cloth and clean you up, babe. I need to do a little cleaning myself.” Travis grinned over at her when she turned his way.
“Thanks. I don’t think I can move right now,” she admitted.
“No need. I’ve got this.” Travis climbed off the bed and disappeared into the darkness of the room.
“I love you, Gail. I don’t care what you look like or how big you might get. I’ll always love you because of who you are,” Benton said in a soft voice. He threaded his fingers with hers and held her hand to his heart. “You’re my everything, hon. Always and forever.”
Gail felt tears burn the back of her eyes. “I love you, too, Benton. You make me feel special when I’ve never felt that way in my life before.”
Travis appeared out of the gloom with a cloth in his hand. He quickly cleaned her belly then wiped between her legs so that she wouldn’t feel so sticky in the morning. She started to get up, but Travis pressed her back down.
“I’ll check on lady Grace. You rest. If she needs you, I’ll bring her to you.”
“Thanks, Travis. Love you,” she said.
“Love you, too, babe. Go to sleep.”
* * * *
“Just for a little while, babe. You and Grace can sit outside for an hour at most,” Travis said several weeks later. “I don’t want you to get overheated.”
“We won’t. I want to look at the garden. I haven’t been out in it since it first started growing. Now it’s all grown up, and you’re bringing me things to put up. Please, Travis. Benton.” Gail gave them what she hoped was her best puppy-dog expression.
“Dammit, Gail.” Benton looked over at the sleeping Grace. “See, you’re making me swear in front of the baby.”
“I’m not making you do anything. Now stop fussing with me and just let me look around. The wolves will sit right here with Grace and watch over her while I walk around. I’m not going to do anything, just look.”
“Fine,” Benton said. “But you’re going back inside at the first sign either of you look hot.”
Gail smiled and kissed him on the mouth before turning to check on Grace. She patted the wolves’ heads and walked toward the garden with Sasha following close behind. She explored the rows and noted what was close to being ready and what was ready to pull. She behaved herself and didn’t try to pick anything, but would make sure the guys knew she’d found vegetables that needed to be picked.
The tomatoes were out of hand and overflowing with ripe ones. The peppers were nearly as full. The beans weren’t quite ready, but the okra and squash were. She finally made it over to where the corn was planted in four long rows. The ears weren’t quite filled out, but the plants were tall and had several ears on each one.
“What do you think?” Travis asked, catching up with her.
“It’s wonderful. You and Benton have done an amazing job of keeping up despite helping me with Grace. How will you know when the potatoes and onions and garlic are ready?” she asked.
“By the way the plants begin to dry. We’ll probably harvest all the root crops last except for the occasional onion for cooking with now. The garlic we’ll hang in the cellar to dry it, and the onions and potatoes we’ll put in the drying boxes down there for when we need them.” Travis grasped her hand in his. “Did you see those tomatoes? You’re going to spend all your time putting them up. I don’t think there’s any way you can keep up with the way they’re producing.”
“I’m going to do my best. What about the basil and mint? How is it doing? I didn’t see any of it.”
“It’s fine. It’s on the other side of the corn, so it would get a little shade from the sun in the afternoons. We’ll dry it all for you to use for flavoring. It might taste pretty good to have a little mint in our tea from time to time,” he said.
“Thanks for letting me walk around some. I needed out of the house. I’ve been cooped up inside of there for nearly three months now. It’s time for me to move around in the fresh air,” Gail told him.
“I know, babe, but Benton’s right. You tend to try to go too fast, and we’ve got to be the voice of reason at times. You’ve got all the time in the world. Enjoy the peace and quiet while you have it. It won’t be long until baby Grace starts growing up and keeping you on your toes.” Travis kissed the top of her head.
“Hey, that’s keeping all of us on our toes. You guys are going to have Grace duty just like I do,” she said, narrowing her eyes.
Travis laughed. “I know, I know. Come on. It’s time to go inside. Your face is a little pink from the sun. Benton will have a cow if you get sunburned out here.”
“Fine. It’s about time for me to feed Grace anyway. This had been fun. I’ll work on canning tomatoes after I feed her. You need to get to work picking them for me.” She shook a finger at him.
“I hear you, boss,” Travis said.
“Hear what?” Benton asked as he joined them on the walk back to where Grace and the wolves were.
“You left Grace alone with the wolves?” she asked with a mock frown.
“Only for as long as it took to meet you and walk you back. Even I can tell that they’d fight anything that gets near her. I’m almost afraid to go over there without you to shield me,” he muttered.
Gail laughed. She loved her men. They were so different but worked together perfectly. Benton with his overprotectiveness reminded her of the wolves, while Travis was fun loving and often the one to bring Benton out of the clouds when he got to be too much for her.
“See, she’s fine,” Benton said.
Sasha padded over to the baby and sniffed before sitting down next to Wolfie, who seemed to have sentry duty next to the carrier that was sitting on an upturned chair for safety. Both Gigi and Max lay around the chair to keep all danger at bay. Her wolves were amazing.
“I’ll carry Grace inside for you, hon.” Benton walked over, eyeing Wolfie and Sasha warily, to pick up the carrier. “Travis, move the chair back to the porch, will you?”
“Got it,” Travis said.
Gail followed Benton inside with the wolves in a line behind her. She heard Travis talking to Max who was at the rear of the line. It made her smile. He treated them like pets more so than Benton did, but she could tell that Benton was a little more relaxed around them than he’d been at first.
“Need any help getti
ng her settled?” Benton asked.
“Nope. I’m going to feed her, then I’ll start on the tomatoes. Why don’t you and Travis pick all of the ripe ones, so I can get started on them?” she asked.
“We will. Don’t overdo it though. You can always work on them tomorrow. They won’t ruin for several days, Gail.” Benton kissed her before leaving her to carry Grace to the living room where she normally sat on the couch to feed her little munchkin.
She settled Grace at her breast and thought over what she’d do first. After shifting her to the other breast, Gail had a plan mapped out in her head of where to start. The hardest part was cooking the tomatoes over the fire without scalding them then sealing the jars with hot water boiling over the fire.
Grace pulled free of her breast and looked up at her with a puzzled expression. Gail laughed at her. She always looked that way until Gail burped her. This time was no different. She settled a burp cloth over one shoulder, hiked her little girl up, and began patting her on the back in soft even strokes. After two large belches, Gail cradled her in her arms and sang to her until her eyes closed and she relaxed in her mother’s arms.
Gail settled her in the car seat then washed the tomatoes before putting them in a bowl to carry into the living room to transfer into the large boiler to boil so she could remove the peelings easier. Then they’d only need another thirty minutes to cook before she sealed them in jars.
By the time the men returned from working all day in the garden, Gail had managed to put up nearly twenty-six jars of tomatoes. She had another boiler of tomatoes she’d mashed into sauce boiling on the fire along with a pot of rabbit stew she’d made from some of the dried rabbit meat from the last time they’d killed one.
“After you wash up, we can eat. I have some stew and flatbread and a couple of tomatoes cut,” she told them.
“How are you doing?” Benton asked before walking off.
“I’m good. Being outside in the fresh air and sunshine really helped,” she told him.
“Your face is a little pink. Did you get burned?” he asked.
“I don’t burn. I tan. I’m sure it’s from working over the fire so much this afternoon,” she told him then pushed him toward the stairs. “Go wash up. Even if you’re not hungry, I am.”
“I’m going. Just wanted to be sure you hadn’t overdone it. We’ll help you with the last of the canning tonight,” he said.
“Nope. You’ll relax in your recliners and snooze. I only have six or seven jars to put up. It won’t take more than another thirty or forty-five minutes after we eat.”
Benton sighed and shook his head. She could hear him muttering about her being a stubborn woman as he walked off. She let it pass. She was a stubborn woman and proud of it. Sometimes being stubborn is what got you what you wanted. It wouldn’t be long before what she wanted was both men, inside of her at one time. Then she’d get her stubborn on like nothing they’d ever seen before.
Chapter Eleven
August hung heavy in the air with the scent of fall in the falling leaves and decaying vegetation. The one thing that made it all better was that harvest was coming to an end soon, and she’d be able to relax with her baby and contemplate more time with her men. Once the first frost came, they could clean out the garden and ready it for winter. She looked forward to that with all her heart and her tired aching fingers.
Gail stood and rubbed her aching back. She’d been picking peas for nearly an hour, and so far, Grace hadn’t once made a noise that she wanted out of the playpen or needed changing. The wolves had her completely enclosed in their watchful circle. Baby Grace was nearly four months old now. She was already showing signs of being able to flip from her back to her tummy. It wouldn’t be long before she’d be pulling herself up and saying her first words.
The soft cooing noises she made when one of the guys held her had them making all kinds of faces and baby noises back at her. Gail couldn’t break them of the habit and had finally given up. She’d talk to little Grace like an adult and make sure she knew how to say “mama” and “dada” early.
“Hey, Gail. We’re going to run down to the stream and try some fishing. This may be one of the last days we might be able to have fish for supper,” Travis said.
“Go ahead. I’ll call or send one of the wolves to get you if I need anything,” she told him. “Grace is keeping the wolves entertained, and I’m nearly to the end of this row of beans. We’ll probably go inside after that.”
“Just leave the playpen out here, and we’ll carry it in when we get back. If we don’t catch something quick, we won’t bother trying any longer. They might not bite with the cooler weather heading in.”
“Tell Benton I love him. Love you, too, Travis.”
“Love you back, knucklehead.”
Gail smiled at the endearment. He was always coming up with names for her and poor Grace. He’d taken to calling her Gracie and munchkin despite her insistence that they use her real name. Benton had even started her calling her princes. The poor child wouldn’t know her real name at the rate they were going.
She shook her head, and after one last look at her baby, she buried her head in the plants and continued picking.
A noise somewhere in the woods at her back made her stand up and listen. She thought she heard something, but the wolves weren’t paying in attention to that area of the yard. The wind was blowing in that direction, so they might not be able to smell anything. After several seconds, she didn’t hear anything again, so she ignored her gut that something was out there.
She’d just reached the end of the row when the wolves began growling and barking at something behind her. She turned around to see a giant bear, a grizzly it looked like, running in the direction of the wolves—and her baby. She screamed and ran toward the bear to stop it. The growling tower of fur stood up and roared back at her. It looked from the wolves back to her then the wolves once more. Gail screamed for Travis and Benton as loud as she could, but fear clogged her throat, making it nearly impossible to get anything out.
Gail grabbed the hoe lying at the end of the row and began waving it at the bear. She saw Gigi jump inside the playpen and grab baby Grace in her mouth and jump back out only to run toward the porch. Gail didn’t see what happened after that since the bear started attacking the wolves that were jumping at it from all sides.
Gail tried to run around the bear to get to her baby, but it blocked her path each time. She winced each time it swiped at one of the wolves, sending it flying, but they kept getting up and attacking the creature, trying to give her a clear path to the house. She screamed at the grizzly, making nonsense cries to try and scare it away, but only the hoe and the wolves kept it from reaching her.
Where were the guys? Surely, they’d heard her by now. It wasn’t all that far from the stream. Had something happened to them? Had the bear already gotten to them? Gail’s mind raced despite her battle with the huge animal.
The more she fought, the more tired she got so that it was getting harder and harder to use the hoe on the wild beast. The wolves didn’t seem to lose their resolve to kill or at least scare away the big monster. She thought about her baby with Gigi, and a new gush of anger tinged fear spurred her on once again. She managed to cut into the bear several times, but it didn’t seem to do anything but enrage it more.
Please, God. Don’t let it get my baby. I don’t understand where the guys are. Why haven’t they come? They always come when I call them.
Gail tried once again to move around the beast, but it shifted with her, only taking the time to swipe at one of the wolves when it got too close. She thought about turning and running toward the stream, but knew the bear would easily overtake her before she could reach the men. If they were even still alive. They had to be alive. Anything else would kill her as surely as the bear.
* * * *
Travis had just tossed his hook in the stream when he heard a noise that sounded like a moo. He listened but couldn’t hear anything more over the soun
d of the water rushing over the rocks.
“Did you hear something?” he asked Benton who’d walked several yards farther down the bank of the stream.
“No. What did it sound like?”
“I could have sworn I heard a moo.”
“Like a cow?” Benton stared at him. “Are you going crazy or something?”
“I swear it sounded like a cow mooing.”
Benton cocked his head as if listening then shook it. “I don’t hear anything. Must have been something in the wind.”
Travis sighed and watched his cork for any sign that he’d snagged a fish. He sure hoped they managed to catch something. It would be great to have fish for supper. He didn’t even mind cleaning them if they actually caught one or two. If they only got one, they’d let Gail have it. She deserved everything they could give to her.
Once again, a mooing noise reached his ear. This time when he turned toward Benton, the other man seemed to have heard it, too. He was looking around them.
“You heard it, too. Can you tell which direction it’s coming from?” Travis asked.
“No, with the noise of the stream it’s hard to tell. I’ll go across the stream and see if it’s louder over there. You stay there and listen.” Benton pulled his line in and dropped it on the ground before pulling off his boots and wading into the stream to cross to the other side.
He ended up thigh-deep before he reached the middle. By the time he made it to the other side, Travis had heard the animal twice more. He still wasn’t sure where it was coming from.
“Do you hear it over there?” he shouted.
“Yeah! It’s on this side. Wait there and I’ll see if I can find it. No use in you getting all wet if I can grab it myself.”
Travis doubted the cow could be coerced by one man to cross the water without kicking up a fuss. He didn’t argue with him, just waited for him to return and tell him he needed help. After about five minutes, Benton returned empty-handed with a scowl on his face.
