Monroe, Marla - Wild Montana Nights (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Marla Monroe

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  Randall plunged inside of her hot, wet pussy in one stroke. He captured her scream with his mouth, groaning as well. She made him feel strong and weak all in the same second. Her pussy sucked on his dick each time he withdrew.

  He bent and picked up her other leg until she was suspended between the shower wall and his body, impaled on his dick. He picked up speed as his balls began to burn with the need to climax.

  “God, you turn me on, Darla. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Please, please I need to come.”

  Her pleading spurred him on, and he fucked her harder and faster until his balls drew up and cum streamed out of his cock and into the condom. He held himself inside of her for a few seconds as he caught his breath. Her chest heaved against his as well. He’d felt her climax just before he’d shot off. She’d squeezed him like a vise as her pelvic muscles milked him of his seed.

  Randall slowly let her body slide down his and held her until she seemed steady on her feet. She looked up into his eyes with such emotion he wondered if it were love. Surely she had fallen in love with them by now.

  “Looks like we both need to clean up now,” he said as he traced a pattern in the soap covering her chest.

  “Your chest hair lathered it all up.”

  He turned her around toward the shower head and helped her rinse off. Then he did the same. When they stepped out of the shower, Marcus was waiting with an extra large towel in his hands. He immediately took Darla from him and began toweling her dry.

  “Am I next, little brother?” he asked with a smile.

  “Screw you, bro. You can dry yourself off.”

  Randall chuckled and watched as he snagged another towel to dry himself. His brother looked down on her with such love in his eyes that Randall didn’t see how she could miss it. Then maybe she just wasn’t looking, he thought. Maybe she really didn’t feel that way about them, so she didn’t notice how lovesick his little brother looked. It was obvious to him though.

  Marcus finished drying her off and picked her up to carry her in the bedroom. He watched them go. Marcus kicked the bathroom door shut behind him to keep the warm air in the bathroom. He appreciated that. Randall took his time drying off so he could think.

  He’d started the search through his lawyer doing a normal background check and told him to find out why she’d left Mississippi as well. He felt guilty now and wondered if he should stop it. It was done now, might as well go through with it. He would just make sure she never found out or he was sure she would leave them.

  As soon as he was dry, Randall pulled on his thermals that he’d brought into the bathroom with him. They still hadn’t moved their clothes into the master suite with her, and he didn’t want to run down the hall in the cold for all his clothes. When he opened the bathroom door, the bedroom was empty. Evidently she had gotten dressed and they’d gone downstairs ahead of him. He hurried to his room and pulled on socks, jeans, and a clean shirt. Then he jogged downstairs to see what they were up to.

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  “Hey. Wondered when you were going to come downstairs,” Marcus said. “I’m going to check e-mail and do a couple of things before I shut down the generator for the day.”

  “Sounds good. What is Darla doing?” Randall asked.

  “She is in the kitchen cooking again. Said something about chili I think.” He rubbed his hands together. “I’m all for it, too.”

  “Chili will sure go down good after being outside all day,” Randall said.

  “Randall,” he began. “Let’s go in the office. I want to talk, but I don’t want her to overhear us.”

  “Sure. What’s wrong?”

  Marcus looked troubled. They walked into the office, and Randall closed the door. He propped against his desk and waited while Marcus took a seat behind his desk. He turned on the computer to let it boot up.

  “So?” Randall asked.

  “Don’t you feel the least bit guilty about lying to her and checking up on her? I mean, what happens when she finds out? She could leave us, and what if she is pregnant? She could take the baby with her.”

  Randall’s eyes grew large. He jumped up from his chair.

  “We can’t let her do that.”

  “I agree, but we are guilty of lying to her by omission,” Marcus reminded him.

  “I love her, Marcus. It would kill me if she left us.” Randall rubbed his face with both hands.

  “I know. I love her, too. I think it’s time we let her know how we feel, and then tell her what we’ve done. We should never have tricked her like we have.”

  “You’re right. Damn!” He smacked his hands down on the desk. “Let’s tell her how we feel first, and then wait a day or two and confess about the background check. That way she will have time for it to sink in and maybe she won’t be that mad about it when we tell her the rest.”

  “Okay, I can live with that,” Randall said.

  There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other and closed their eyes. Then Randall walked over and opened the door.

  “Um, I don’t mean to bother you, but one of the ranch hands is at the back door needing to see you.” She looked uncomfortable, and for a minute he was afraid she’d overheard them.

  “Thanks, baby. I’ll check and see what they need.” Marcus shot out the door before Randall could.

  “We were just talking about the horses. You’re not interrupting anything.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. He closed his eyes as he hugged her, praying they hadn’t done something she wouldn’t forgive them for.

  “So, Marcus says you’re cooking chili for tonight.”

  “Yeah, I hope that will be okay with you.”

  “I love chili. The hotter the better,” he admitted.

  She pulled out of his arms and frowned up at him. “I may not make it hot enough for you. You might have to add some hot sauce to it.”

  “I can do that. Don’t worry about it.”

  Marcus came jogging in. “Got a problem with one of the mares. She’s down.”

  Randall cursed. “Okay, I’m on my way.” He turned to Darla.

  “Keep the fire going. We may be awhile.”

  “I’m going to turn off the generator, too, so watch your step around the house,” Marcus told her.

  “You two go on. I’ll be fine.”

  Randall took another look at her, then kissed her hard and quick before following Marcus to the kitchen to put on his gear. Having a horse down was a major problem. It could be anything. The usual problem was colic from bad feed. He would make sure they checked all the feed to be sure and not give any to the other horses if that was what it was.

  Once outside, he took one last look back at the house then joined the ranch hand in the barn.

  Chapter Ten

  Darla had just turned the chili down to simmer when the electricity when off. Marcus must have turned off the generator, she thought. The rooms would get cold soon. She hurried up folding the clothes in the laundry room then put them up. It was a good thing Marcus had talked her into wearing a T-shirt under her flannel one. She already felt the cold seeping into the rooms.

  Once she had everything finished that she could do without electricity, Darla put another log on the fire and curled up on the couch with a blanket. She couldn’t read in the dark despite the fire in the fireplace. With the snow coming down like it was, there was little light outside to stream through the windows.

  At least an hour had passed when she heard someone stomping at the back porch. She hurried into the kitchen wearing the blanket to see who it would be. Marcus pushed into the room closing the door behind him. A roll of snow followed at his feet.

  “Damn snow,” he mumbled.

  “Is everything okay with the horse?” she asked.

  “Don’t know yet. Randall is working with her. Looks like colic, but we aren’t sure how she ended up with it. All the feed looks fine.” He shucked his outerwear and stuffed his feet into the lo
afers that sat under the coat rack for them.

  “I’ll boil some water, and we can make coffee,” she offered. “It might taste a bit strong, but it will warm you up.” She hesitated. “Unless you would rather have hot chocolate.”

  “Coffee, no matter how strong, will be wonderful. I’m going to get by the fire for a few minutes.”

  Darla cleaned up the mess on the floor from where the snow had blown in. It didn’t melt, so she knew it was cold in the house. Next she put a pot of water on the stove and turned it on to boil. She located the strainer and put three small scoops of coffee into it. As soon as the water boiled, she would set the strainer with the coffee into the water. She hoped it would be palatable. She thought about her mother talk about doing it.

  Thinking about that brought the memories of her mom and dad back. She’d lost them in a tornado when she was fifteen. Sometimes she could almost feel her in the room with her. Times like these she wished she had her to talk to.

  The water began to boil, so she sat the strainer in the boiler and turned the heat down so it would simmer. More than likely it would be bitter, but it was the best she could do since they didn’t have instant. She needed to put that on the grocery list for the next time they went into town.

  Several minutes later she turned off the coffee and poured a cup for Marcus. She took a tentative sip of the hot liquid and nearly burned her tongue off. It wasn’t half bad, but too hot to drink. Still, she carried it into the living room where Marcus was backed up to the fire.

  “It’s too hot to drink, but it’s not too bad,” she told him.

  “Thanks, I doubt anything could be too hot right about now.”

  “What have you been doing?” she asked.

  “Helped them check the feed. Then I shoveled snow to keep the path clear. Hard to do with the wind like it is.” He took a cautious sip and grimaced. “Yep. Mighty hot, but pretty good.”

  “Is there a battery operated radio around here?” Darla asked.

  Marcus thought a few seconds then grinned. “Sure is. Wish I’d thought about that earlier.”

  He handed her his coffee and disappeared down the hall toward the office. A minute later he returned with a small clock radio with a handful of batteries.

  “Needs batteries I think. I wasn’t sure what kind till I opened it up, so I brought a few of each. I figure it will take a D though.”

  Handing her the batteries, he sat on the couch and opened the battery compartment. It was empty. He looked it over really well then held out his hand.

  “I was right. Ds. Hand me two of them.”

  Darla dropped two in his hand and watched as he loaded them into the clock radio. When he turned it over and switched it on static greeted them. He frowned and fiddled with the knob until he found a station that was fairly clear.

  “Snow’s messing with the reception,” he said.

  “At least it makes some noise. It’s really quiet with all the snow and all. I hear the wind some and the fire crackling, but that’s about it.”

  “You can listen for weather reports for us while we’re outside. He stood up and stretched. “Speaking of which, I need to get back out there.”

  She followed him into the kitchen where he donned all his gear once again. Before he opened the door he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  “Love you, baby. Stand back so you don’t get covered in snow.”

  Darla opened her mouth then closed it. He’d said he loved her. Or was it just a figure of speech? She stepped back so he could open the door and disappear into the snow. She shoved the door closed behind him then cleaned up the mess again.

  What had he meant with that? Did he even realize he’d said it, she wondered. Her throat constricted at the implications. She couldn’t help the wide smile that bloomed. If he loved her, then maybe his brother would, too. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about needing to leave. A black thought crossed her mind though. He had said he loved her, too. Then he’d broken her heart.

  She licked her lips and huffed out a breath. She wasn’t going to fall for anything this soon. How could they love her after only a few days? But she loved them, didn’t she? Wasn’t that why she ached to hear them say it? It had only been a few days for her as well, but she knew in her heart she loved them both.

  Nearly five hours later both men stomped into the kitchen strewing snow everywhere. She resigned herself to cleaning it up several times a day. There was nothing to be done to stop it.

  “How is the horse?” she asked immediately.

  “She’s going to make it, but it was touch and go there for awhile. Getting her up was the hardest thing, but once we got her up, we could walk it out of her.” Randall sat on the bench and pulled off his boots. He slipped into the loafers and standing up, stretched.

  “Something sure smells good. We missed lunch, didn’t we?” he said.

  Marcus dropped his hat on a hook and walked to the stove to lift the lid on the pot and take a sniff.

  “Why don’t you two go warm up by the fire and I’ll bring you some coffee?” Darla shooed them out of the kitchen and warmed up the coffee on the stove.

  She carried two mugs of the steaming liquid to them and watched as they sipped it.

  Randall grimaced but grinned afterwards. “Strong and good but a little bit bitter. How did you make it?”

  Darla told him, and he laughed. “You’re just full of surprises.”

  “I’ve listened to the radio off and on most of the day trying to catch some weather reports. The last one I heard was about thirty minutes ago. Said the worst of the storm was over, but there would still be another five or six hours of steady snow.”

  “Hallelujah to that.” Marcus cheered. “I’m sick of this stuff, and we still have the rest of the winter to deal with.”

  “Yeah, but we only get a few storms like that where we lose power,” Randall amended.

  “It hasn’t been too bad. I’ve had a couple of hot cowboys keeping me warm and busy.” Darla winked at them.

  “Who’ve you been letting in here when we aren’t around?” Randall teased.

  Both men sidled up to her and squeezed her between them. She shivered but not from the cold. The two of them sported hard-ons the size of baseball bats. It thrilled her that they got that way for her.

  “Seems like someone might feel neglected, little brother.” Randall ran a hand along her side stopping next to her breast.

  “Think we should show her how much she means to us?” Marcus asked.

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  Randall pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. He devoured her mouth like a dessert and he was starved. She felt Marcus behind her. His hands wound around between her and Randall to unbutton her shirt. When he found the T-shirt, he fussed.

  “Why did I suggest you wear that? Too many clothes on you,” he complained.

  The two men began working together to get her naked. She soon found herself tucked between the covers on the air mattress while they undressed around her. Looking up she saw two massive cocks bobbing above her. She rose up and tried to lick them only to have them turn away.

  “Uh-uh. Not yet. We’ll never last if you use that devilish mouth on us.” Randall climbed onto the bed next to her and began playing with her breasts.

  “Crap! Your hands are like ice,” she complained.

  Randall and Marcus both laughed. They pulled the blanket down and the cold air hit her wet tits, making her shiver. They immediately lowered their mouths and took a nipple to suck. Cool hands soon turned warm as they continued to mound them and play with them. Darla moaned as heat began to spread inside her. Little electric impulses sparked in her clit though neither man had touched her there. She didn’t have long, though, until a hand snaked its way down her abdomen to her mound. She had no idea which brother was fingering her pussy lips, but she hoped he found what he was looking for soon.

  Marcus ducked beneath the covers and she found out whose hand was teasing her slit. The younger
brother licked his way down her abdomen and pelvis to reach her pussy. She felt his tongue against her clit, but it didn’t stick around. Instead it followed the finger as it spread her lips and began to lap at the juices it stirred up.

  Just when she got comfortably uncomfortable from their ministrations, Randall stopped sucking her nipple and straddled her chest. His massive erection tapped her on the nose. She laughed and Randall growled.

  “Suck my cock. I’ll teach you to laugh at me.” Randall slowly fed his cock into her mouth, being careful not to choke her.

  She swallowed around him, and he groaned. She loved hearing that when she gave him a blow job. It reminded her she had a certain amount of control over him. She sucked and nibbled him as he pushed in and out of her mouth. She reached up and found his balls. When he pulled nearly all the way out, she opened her mouth and pulled away from him to lick the sac. Then she drew one delicate ball into her mouth and tongued it until he was groaning above her. She opened her eyes and drew back to find him pumping his cock.

  “Fuck, you have one wicked mouth, Darla.”

  She reached up and took his hard cock into her mouth again then began to suck in earnest. Until Marcus nipped at her clit, and she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure eating her alive between her legs. She threw back her head and screamed as the climax began to wash over her.

  Randall snatched his penis back before she bit it and chuckled. Then he sobered at the look she gave him when she opened her eyes again.

  “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

  Marcus’s head stuck out from the covers and glared at his older brother. Darla glared as well.

  “Hey, I’m sorry, but you have no idea what it feels like for a woman to scream around your cock when it’s in her mouth.”

  Marcus grinned. “Feels good, huh?”

  “Let’s just say it tickles.”

  Darla closed her eyes and tried to keep the laugh under control but couldn’t. It soon bubbled out of her mouth, and they joined in with her. They all collapsed on the air mattress and when they realized they were cold, they shimmed under the covers.