by Marla Monroe
“Some people use motorcycles when the weather is nice, but the upkeep for only being able to use them a couple of months a year just isn’t worth it to me. You can’t ride them when it’s rained too much or while the snow is melting. It’s too muddy,” Randall added.
“I’ll take you to look at the horses as soon as the weather clears up enough you can walk out there. Then when spring gets here, you can see the foals as they’re born. They’re cute as a button when they’re at that wobbly, young age,” Marcus said.
“Do you know how to ride, Darla?” Randall asked.
“I’ve ridden before a few times, but only on a trail with a guide. I’m afraid I’d fall off of a real horse ride.” She smiled shyly and concentrated on watching the TV.
“We’ll teach you as soon as it’s pretty enough. You have to know how to ride around here. You never know when you’ll need to get on a horse.”
Marcus shushed them. “The weather is on.”
They sat in silence as the weather man danced around the nation before centering in Montana and the snowstorm just beginning to make itself known. Randall turned the sound up, and they all listened as nearly two feet of snow was predicted. The low was dipping well below them, bringing freezing air down from Canada to drop their temperatures well below zero for the next several days.
“Well, hell,” Marcus said. “We’ll be stuck here for at least a week unless we take the time to plow down the drive.”
“And that’s assuming the city will attempt to plow the highway from there to here,” Randall added.
Marcus squeezed her thigh. “I think we can find something to do, though,” he said.
Darla nearly squealed when Randall’s hand snaked up to rub lightly over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled immediately. It didn’t take much from these two to turn her on in a big way. It sounded like they planned to spend a lot of time in bed. Was she up to it? Oh, yes. Was it a good idea? Probably not.
Speaking of which, Randall rose from the couch dragging her along with him. She heard Marcus stand up behind her. The three of them walked toward the stairs. Every step caused friction between her legs as her clit peaked out from beneath its hood in anticipation of more to come.
As soon as they made it into the master suite, Randall pulled her into his arms for a scorching kiss. His mouth ate at hers as his tongue twirled and tickled hers in the process. They seemed to be moving and she realized he was walking them backward toward the bed. When the back of her legs hit the bed, she nearly fell. She had to climb into the bed as it was so tall. Instead, Randall pulled back from their kiss and picked her up. He gently laid her in the bed.
Marcus already had his shirt and jeans off and was kneeling in his thermals next to her. He bent down and kissed her with as much heat as his brother had earlier. He licked along the seam of her lips then when she opened them, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth to tickle and tease with his tongue. He nipped it then kissed it. She couldn’t stop the moan when he closed a hand over her breast and squeezed. She needed more contact.
Darla loosened her hands form Marcus’s hair to unbutton her shirt with shaking hands. The buttons eluded her time and again till another pair of hands began helping her. She sighed into Marcus’s mouth and ran her hands inside his thermals to rub along his washboard abs. Skin to skin she rolled his thermals up to his armpits and struggled to pull away so she could finish undressing him.
“Easy, baby. Let’s undress you first,” Randall said.
He tugged her shirt out of her pants, and Marcus took over pulling it off of her. Randall worked on her belt and then her jeans. Soon they had her naked and shivering in the slightly cool room. Randall bundled her into bed so she would be warm while they stripped the rest of their clothes off.
“Damn the cold and having to wear these dang thermals. They’re hard as hell to pull off in a hurry,” Marcus muttered.
Darla couldn’t help but giggle at that.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Is the house on fire?” She giggled.
“Can’t wait to get my hands on those sweet tits,” Marcus answered.
Randall slid into bed only seconds ahead of Marcus. They turned to her and immediately began touching and petting her. They each took a breast and sucked her hard nipples into their hot, wet mouths swirling their tongues all around it.
Marcus suckled hard at her breast as Randall teased it with his tongue. She shuddered when they both pulled back and blew across them.
“Aren’t they just the prettiest pair of tits you’ve ever seen?” Marcus asked Randall.
“I don’t think they come as pretty as these. Dusky rose and ripe for the plucking.” He proved it by pinching them between his thumb and forefinger, drawing it out until she groaned.
“You like that, don’t you, Darla? You like a little pinch now and then.” Randall dropped kisses over her breasts, then moved lower under the covers toward her weeping pussy.
They hadn’t touched her there and already it was sopping wet. Marcus moved to the head of the bed and pulled the pillow from behind her head so it lay flat on the bed. Then he positioned his hard cock at her mouth.
“Suck me, baby. Swallow me down.” Marcus slowly fed his erection to her, letting her get used to it.
Darla dipped the tip of her tongue deep into the slit and was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. Its salty taste proved to be a bit tangier than his brother’s had tasted. She ran her tongue around beneath the head of his cock and sucked at the underside. He grabbed her hair and held on with a groan. There was nothing sexier than his and Randall’s groans when she sucked their cocks. The control she had over them sang through her blood.
A jolt of awareness had her crying out around Marcus’s cock as Randall slid his tongue down her slit before pulling her pussy lips apart. She hummed her appreciation as he began licking her as if she were a lollipop to be savored and enjoyed. Distracted now, she had a much more difficult time concentrating on the heaving cock in her mouth. Marcus didn’t seem to mind as he pushed in between her lips and pulled out over and over.
“Fuck, she’s wet and hot, Marcus.” Randall’s muffled voice came from beneath the covers.
“Same here. I can’t get enough of her hot little mouth. She swallows me, and I just about shoot my load. Do you think she’s aroused enough she won’t notice the cold if we pull the covers down the bed?” Marcus asked then sighed when he pushed his throbbing cock back into her mouth.
“Do it,” Randall said.
* * * *
Marcus reluctantly pulled out of Darla’s mouth and shoved the covers down her body and off of Randall to the foot of the bed. Darla cried out at the sudden loss of heat. Marcus returned to lie down beside her and rub her arms and breasts to warm her up. He once again pulled a breast into his mouth and used his hand on the other one. Soon she was moaning and twisting again at the onslaught of sensations bombarding her. Marcus smiled and gently nipped at her nipple.
“Get a condom on, Marcus.” Randall’s voice came from below.
Marcus rolled over and pulled two condoms from the bedside table throwing one on the bed next to where Randall had his face buried in Darla’s pussy. Marcus licked his lips and leaned over to sneak a taste from her pussy. He dipped his finger in when Randall pulled away to see what he was doing. His brother grinned at him.
“It tastes like honey and sunshine,” Randall told him.
Marcus sucked his finger and closed his eyes in appreciation. Randall was right. It tasted great. Their little Darla was sweet all over.
“Hurry up, Marcus. She’s on the edge, and I’m having a difficult time keeping her there without pushing her over.”
Marcus scrambled back up the bed and, kneeling, tore the condom package down one side to pull it out and roll it on his aching cock. He stretched out beside Darla and pulled her over on top of him. She must have realized she was going to ride Marcus because she immediately grasped his dick and positioned him at the mouth of her pussy. She lowered herself as he sur
ged upwards, impaling her in one swift stroke. She screamed and began bucking over him. Taking him had pushed her over. He marveled at how her sweet pussy contracted around him almost painfully. He was already close thanks to her clever mouth.
“Randall, hurry up. I can’t hold on much longer.”
“I need to prep her. Try to take it slower.”
Marcus grunted his answer. He wasn’t made of stone.
* * * *
Randall nearly laughed on hearing his brother grunt. He knew just how hot and wet Darla was. He figured his brother was hanging on by a thread. Grabbing the condom, he opened it and slipped it on his jumping dick. Each throb of his pulse had the head bouncing. He reached out and gently pushed Darla’s back until she was laying against his brother. They grew still, then began rocking.
The globes of her ass pointed straight at his cock. He drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out as he rubbed them then lightly swatted each of them. She yelped in surprise but didn’t complain. Her tiny rosette winked at him as he opened the bottle of lube. When he let it drop directly over the little hole, she gave a startled “Oh” but didn’t protest as he gently rubbed the lube around her hole and used his pinkie to dip in with each round.
The bud blossomed when he traded his pinkie for his first finger and another drop of the lube. He wiggled his finger once he had it all the way in to the knuckle. She moaned. It turned to a gasp when he added a second finger and began pumping them in and out. She writhed on top of Marcus, and his brother groaned.
“Randall,” his brother hissed.
“Almost,” he returned.
When he added a third finger, she began pumping back with each stroke. She was ready, he decided. He pulled his fingers out and covered his sheathed cock in lube before positioning the organ at her back door. When he pushed forward, she whimpered and drew back.
“Easy, baby. Relax and push back. Let him in.” Marcus soothed her. “I promise it will hurt so good soon.”
She panted between them and pushed back against Randall’s dick. He surged farther in and stopped to let her get use to him. He was almost fully seated. Another few breaths and he seated himself fully inside of her. She moaned and wiggled.
“Do something!” she cried. “Fuck me.”
At this Randall pulled out and then tunneled back in as his brother pulled out. They rode her in tandem with one of them always inside of her. She gave into the feelings and let them do all the work as if trying to keep up with them was more than she could handle. When she began to keen and tighten down on him, he knew she was about to climax. He heard his brother shout his release even as Darla cried out and clamped down on them both with her pelvic muscles. He pushed in two more times and joined them in the aftermath of the hardest climax he’d ever had.
Evidently his brother agreed as he continued to pant beneath them. He groaned and pulled out. He needed to see to his condom and her. They gently rolled her off of Marcus to the bed. Marcus petted her and smoothed the hair from her head, giving her little kisses all over her face.
Randall cleaned up then wet a bath cloth with hot water and proceeded to clean her up. She moaned at the first touch of the warm cloth between her legs.
“I can do that,” she complained halfheartedly.
“I know, but I want to,” Randall told her.
Once he was finished, he handed the cloth to his brother and traded positions with him. While Marcus cleaned up, he curled up around Darla, burying his face in the fragrant tresses of her hair.
“Mmm, you smell delicious. Makes me want to eat you all over again.”
“Not yet. I need to rest. I’m worn out.”
“We didn’t really hurt you, did we?” he asked and tensed, waiting on her reply.
“No, it was the most wonderful feeling once I got past the first pinch.” Darla squirmed against him. “I think I’m going to be sore all over though.”
“There’s nothing for you to do but rest for as long as you want. With the snow settling in, we’ll be in and out checking on the animals, but we can take care of ourselves. You don’t have to get up at all.” Randall brushed her hair behind her ear and turned her head to face up so he could kiss her.
He was still kissing her when his brother eased into the bed beneath the covers. They all snuggled while warming up. He heard each of them slowly drop off to sleep with his brother lightly snoring. He grinned. He loved ribbing him about his snoring.
He lay awake for some time thinking over the implications of their actions. She was theirs. There was no doubt in his mind she belonged with them. He still thought there was something that had happened back in Mississippi that had sent her to such a remote area of the United States. He could only hope it wouldn’t be something that would cause them all trouble later. Right now, he wanted to make her their wife and put a ring on her finger.
Still, he wanted to know what had caused her to leave everything and everyone she knew behind. Had it been another man, or was she in some type of trouble with the law? They hadn’t checked her references because they’d instantly known she belonged to them. But he needed to know what had caused her to run. Then there was the possibility she could be pregnant with their child. He would welcome a baby with open arms. The thought of Darla round with their child pulled a smile out of him. His brother would be beyond happy. Marcus wanted children in a big way. He did, too, but knew their forgetting the condom had been a major mess-up. It should be a decision between all three of them. He looked at Darla’s glowing face one more time and relaxed into the mattress, resigned to what he planned to do. He would check into her background to be sure nothing would come as a surprise. It would be a secret he hoped wouldn’t cost them the first light of happiness they’d had in a long time.
Chapter Eight
A whoosh of cold air hit her back and ass, jump-starting her heart as she shot up in bed. She looked toward where the offending breeze had originated and found Randall slipping into his thermals.
“Sorry. I tried to get out without waking you up.” Randall winced
“Next time slide out from under them instead of throwing them back to get out of bed,” she groused.
He looked so cute in the long johns that she had to smile. Then her gaze traveled south and the clingy material emphasized the bulge at his groin. She licked her lips at the sight.
“Careful there,” Randall whispered. “You’re going to wake up more than Marcus with all that panting.”
“I’m not panting!” she fumed.
Darla frowned up at Randall. He had moved on to pulling up his jeans and fastening them. How he managed to get the zipper over his obviously engorged cock, she’d never understand.
“Where are you going?” she asked, snuggling closer to Marcus.
“I need to check the barn and make sure the water troughs are all broken. I keep saying I’m going to invest in some warmers to keep the water from freezing. Remind me come spring to see about it.” Randall pulled on his flannel shirt and stepped into his boots. He walked over and leaned down to give her a kiss.
“Hurry back. My back will get cold without you here to keep it warm.” She looked up at him through her lashes.
Randall groaned then huffed out a breath as if in resignation.
“I’ll get back as soon as I can. Wake Sleeping Beauty up over there, and he’ll keep you warm till I get back.” He winked at her and walked out of the bedroom door.
“Who is he talking about?” Marcus mumbled into the covers.
“You, sleepyhead.” She grinned when he growled in protest.
“I’m just resting my eyes is all. Are you ready to get up?” he asked.
“No. I want to stay here for a little while longer, but I need to make something to eat and put wood on the fire.”
Marcus rolled over and pulled her into the crook of his arm. Her cheek rested on his shoulder, and he ran his hand up and down her arm.
“Randall will see to the fire before he goes outside. It will keep for a little longer.
” She watched as he grinned a slow smile that lit up his eyes.
“And what did you have in mind before we get up?” she asked.
He winked and pinched her nipple. “I can think of a few activities that will serve two purposes.”
“And what would that be?”
“It will keep you warm and make you feel good all at one time.”
“And?” she asked again.
“I want to fuck that amazing pussy of yours again.” Marcus ran his hand down her torso to her mound then slipped a finger through her crease until he found her wet center.
“I’m not complaining,” she said and reached down to grab hold of his hardened cock.
While he played with her pussy lips, Darla ran her hand up and down the stalk of his cock spreading the pearl of pre-cum around to make him slick. He moaned even as he teased her opening with his fingers. When he breached her slit, it was her turn to moan. She rocked her hips toward his questing fingers.
“I need you, Marcus. Now.”
Without saying a word, he reached over to the bedside table and coaxed a condom from the opened box sitting there. He quickly rolled it on and positioned himself between her legs. He lifted them over his arms and plunged into her tight pussy. It was swollen in need but also from the night before. It took him several thrusts before he nudged her cervix. She sighed in contentment when he rested there for a few seconds. It felt so good to have him inside her.
He set a rhythm that was slow and easy. She rocked with him as he rode her, and a slow burn began deep in her womb. He worked it into a heated fire then, as he increased his pace, it turned into a roaring flame. She grabbed his arms as he pistoned in over and over.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she managed to get out.
“Come on my cock, Darla. I want your cum all over it.”
He reached between them and rubbed her clit in just the right way. She exploded around him. Lights flashed behind her closed lids. How could it be any better than last night? Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just different. Marcus lost his rhythm as he drew close. In three pumps of his cock, he came sending another thrill through her system. He collapsed over her but managed to keep the majority of his weight off of her. His rough breathing made her smile. She’d been just as out of breath when she’d climaxed.