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

by Marla Monroe

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” Randall told her.

  He rubbed his still hard dick back and forth across her mound. Darla smiled. He could do whatever he wanted to with her she decided. He and Marcus both could have her. She knew in that moment without a doubt that she loved both of them with all her heart. She almost told them, too, but decided that she would wait until they weren’t having sex so it wouldn’t seem like an “in the moment” sort of declaration.

  Randall rose over her and began pushing his hard cock inside of her. He filled her with each thrust until he reached her cervix then pulled out and did it again. How she could take these men was a mystery to her. They were huge, and she didn’t expect that they could fuck her and she would still feel pleasure. But they surprised her. She found that she could take them without tearing apart.

  “God, you’re sucking my cock inside of you,” Randall managed to say as he pumped inside of her over and over again.

  The faster he drove into her the higher she flew. Any minute now she would explode. When it happened, she screamed her orgasm only to have Randall pull out and Marcus take his place almost in mid fuck. Dully, she realized he was pumping his cock over her chest where he shot cum across her breasts.

  Marcus powered into her over and over again. Much to her surprise, her body rallied for another round. She didn’t think she could survive another orgasm like the last one, but no one had asked her. Randall leaned over and kissed her as Marcus lifted her legs over his arms and began fucking her earnest now. His face was a mask of determination as he tunneled in and out of her. Warmth traveled up her abdomen again to pool at her clit. Each time his pelvis met hers his pubic hair rasped against her clit and sent shards of lightning deep inside her. Oh, God. She was going to come again.

  The world tunneled down to the feelings bombarding her and the sparks jumping around in her body. How much more could she take?

  “I’m gonna come,” Marcus warned her. “Randall.”

  Randall seemed to know what he wanted because he reached between their bodies and found her clit and pressed on it over and over until she could no longer see past the lightning bolts dancing in front of her eyes.

  A wet bath cloth ran over her chest, and she came to herself to realize Randall was cleaning his seed from her chest.

  “What happened?” she asked in a raspy voice.

  “You passed out, I think,” Marcus said.

  She turned her head and found him dressed and looking over at her from the couch. He had a worried look on his face.

  “Why are you dressed?” she asked.

  “My turn to shovel some snow. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

  “Be careful and keep warm,” she told him.

  Marcus sank to his knees on the floor and bent over to give her a wet kiss. She reached up and grabbed his hair pulling him down for a longer one.

  When he got back up, he looked much better. He’d been worried about her, she realized. It felt good for someone to worry about her.

  “Don’t worry,” Randall began. “I’ll keep you warm till he gets back.”

  She reached out to touch his bare leg. “Not if you stay out of the covers for very long. I don’t want cold flesh against me.”

  He chuckled and tossed the bath cloth on the brick of the hearth. Someone had built the fire up to a roaring blaze. It felt good against her cooled skin after having the wet cloth on it. She scooted down in the covers and pulled them up under her chin.

  “No you don’t. Let me in. It’s cold out here,” Randall demanded.

  She scooted over and let go of the covers just enough he was able to climb beneath them. He chased her over to one side of the bed before catching up with her. She yelped when he wrapped her in his arms. He was cold, but not as cold as she feared. In no time at all, they were both warm and drowsy. Randall fell asleep before she did as evidenced by the light snoring sound he made. She smiled to herself and enjoyed the noise. It sounded good to her. It was the last thing she heard before she slipped into sleep as well.

  * * * *

  Marcus stomped off the snow on his boots and hurried inside before too much snow blew in behind him. He cleaned up the mess then pulled off his gloves, boots, coat, and scarf. The kitchen was cold, and he hurried into the living room to find Randall and Darla fast asleep. He smiled, watching them for a few seconds before adding a log to the fire and stripping down to his thermals. He climbed into bed next to Darla with very little room to move. As it was, his ass was just about off the mattress.

  “Hmmm, Marcus?” Darla murmured.

  “It’s me, baby. Go on back to sleep.” He kissed her forehead then snuggled in, hoping to warm up soon so he could sleep.

  Sometime around midnight, the sound of Randall getting up roused him. He realized he had managed to maneuver more space in the bed.

  “What’s up?” he whispered to Randall.

  “Woke up, so I thought I would go ahead and shovel some snow.”

  “Man, it’s twenty below zero out there. Maybe you should wait until dawn anyway.” Marcus rose up on one elbow.

  “I’ll be fine. Got some thinking to do.”

  Marcus blew out a breath. When his brother needed thinking time, something was definitely up.

  “I’ll be out to spell you in a little while,” he told him.

  “No, keep her warm so she’ll sleep.”

  “Guess that will depend on how long you stay out there, big brother.” Marcus dropped back to the mattress.

  “You always were a stubborn kid,” Randall whispered.

  “Back at you,” Marcus said.

  He watched his older brother walk into the kitchen. Long moments later the kitchen door opened and closed. The one thing he didn’t hear was the wind. Good. He wouldn’t get near as cold out there without the wind.

  Marcus lay awake for awhile thinking about Darla and how much he loved her. He worried now about losing her because of their selfish decision. Hopefully, she would forgive them. That sure was a lot of hopeful thinking, he figured. He blew out a breath and turned over to hug Darla from behind. She hummed but didn’t wake up. Marcus kissed her behind her ear then allowed himself to fall back asleep. He’d wake up before long and trade places with his brother. It was too cold out for him to be out there long.

  Chapter Eleven

  Snow fell softly to the already piled up mess in front of him. No longer was the wind an evil whine that seeped into your clothes and froze you. A deep quiet filled the land around him. Randall stood on the back porch listening to the silence. When he looked up, he saw patches of clear sky where stars peered down at him. It looked like the worst of the storm had passed.

  The town would soon have the roads cleared, and when they could get down their road, they would be able to drive into town if they needed to. He vowed they would have more fuel for the generator from now on. When it had been just him and his brother, they hadn’t worried about it, but with Darla there now, he wanted to keep her as warm as possible.

  He stepped off the porch with the snow shovel and landed knee deep in frozen snow. Not only could he see his breath, but the frigid temperatures had frozen the snow until it was an icy, crunchy mantle of white covering everything. Shoveling it would be tough work. He got to work and slowly made progress with each shovelful he threw to the side.

  He wasn’t aware of how long he’d been outside, but his nose felt frozen, so he figured it had been long enough. Most of the thinking he’d gotten done centered around Darla and how to explain what they’d done with the least possible fallout. He wasn’t sure that was possible. It would all depend on how she felt about them and what her state of mind was in when they told her. They needed to be sure she knew they loved her well before they told her. Starting today, he would make sure they proved to her how they felt.

  About the time he reached the porch, the back door opened and Marcus stepped outside covered head to foot with clothes.

  “Aren’t you freezing your nuts off out here?”
Marcus asked.

  “Yeah, just about. I’m just going in.”

  “I’ll dig for awhile. It looks like it might be over, doesn’t it?”

  “I figure so,” Randall agreed. “Look, we need to be sure and tell Darla that we love her and make sure she believes it before we tell her about the background check. If we tell her before she knows we love her, she’ll leave.”

  “I agree. I’ve said it, but she might not have heard me. I’ll make sure she knows it. Maybe we should present a united front and tell her together,” Marcus suggested.

  “That’s a good idea.” Randall clapped his brother on the shoulder and climbed onto the porch.

  He was ready to go inside and snuggle with her. Suddenly, all the thinking and talking about her leaving got to him, and he needed to touch her to be sure she was still there. When he opened the door, he smelled the coffee on the stove. Marcus must have made it for him knowing he would be freezing when he got inside. No sooner had he closed the door behind him when Darla appeared in a layer of clothes topped by sweats.

  “Hey, you look frozen solid. You stayed out there too long,” she fussed.

  He found himself surrendering to her ministrations as she pulled off his coat and hung it up. He pulled off the gloves, but she unwound the scarf from around his neck and lower face.

  “Hmmm, you haven’t shaved in several days. The scarf is stuck to your beard.” She smiled up into his eyes, and his heart nearly burst with the love he felt for her.

  “How about you pour me some coffee, and I’ll pull off my boots?” he suggested.

  Suddenly, he didn’t want to see all that love. Maybe later when he was prepared for it, but right now, it hurt to look at it. He pulled off his boots and shoved his feet into the loafers. Darla brought him a hot cup of coffee and led him to the living room.

  “You sit down and get warm by the fire. I’m cooking breakfast. It should be ready soon.”

  She walked back to the kitchen and out of sight. He frowned down into his cup and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Who was he kidding? She wouldn’t want to marry them and live like this for months at a time. If they didn’t ask her, she would probably want to leave anyway at the first sign of spring.

  He sipped the coffee and winced. Not only was it hot, but it was bitter. He smiled. At least he had coffee. When it had been just them last winter, they went without more than they had it. They kept meaning to get instant coffee just for something to drink that was hot but never remembered when the time came to go into town and get supplies.

  He heard something coming from the kitchen and strained to hear what it was. The soft notes of Darla humming to herself reached his ears. It didn’t sound like she was all that unhappy with everything. He shrugged and relaxed into the couch with his feet propped on the air mattress toward the fire.

  A few minutes later, she returned with a plate piled high with eggs and bacon. He sat up straight and took the proffered plate with appreciation.

  “Man, this looks good. I feel like I can eat it all, but I’m not so sure I can.”

  “Eat what you can. You need it. Someone once told me that you needed all the fuel you can get to stay warm out here,” she said in a playful voice.

  He lightly thumped her nose, and she laughed, leaning away from him.

  “Do you think I should call for Marcus to come in and eat?” she asked.

  “I don’t want you opening that door for any reason. You’ll catch your death dressed like you are.” He hadn’t meant to sound so rough, but he wanted to be sure she didn’t chance it.

  “Okay, I wasn’t going to go out, just shout from the door, but I won’t open the freaking door either.” She frowned at him and stomped off.

  He ground his teeth in frustration. He knew better than to yell at her. She’d as much as told him not to, and he’d done it anyway. He carried his plate into the kitchen where she was cleaning up the stove.

  “Look, I’m sorry, Darla. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It just scares me that you won’t realize how dangerous it can be to get frostbite.” He put the plate on the table and walked over to stand behind her.

  She didn’t turn around, but kept wiping at the stove with the dish cloth. “Fine. I understand. I won’t open the door. It’s too dangerous.”

  He heaved out a sigh and using her shoulders, turned her around to look at him. The tears in her eyes nearly broke his heart. He pulled her into a hug and ran his hand over her hair in a soothing motion. It soothed him even if it didn’t sooth her.

  “I’m sorry, baby. Please don’t cry. I really didn’t mean to snap at you. I guess it’s all getting to me. Between the blasted weather and the horse going down, I’m snappish.”

  She sniffed and nodded her head. Randall pulled back and made sure she was okay before he let her go. She gave him a watery smile and pulled out of his arms. He held her there just a little longer and said the words.

  “I love you, Darla. I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose for anything.”

  She just stared at him for a minute then smiled back at him. “I love you, too. Now go and finish your breakfast. It’s probably ice cold by now.”

  He squeezed her one last time and returned to the table where he sat down and ate. She was right. It was ice cold.

  * * * *

  A few minutes later, the lights came back on.

  “Guess Marcus turned on the generator. He probably wants a bath and doesn’t want it to be in a cold house,” Randall said around the bacon in his mouth.

  “I’ll start his food then. He can eat first.” Darla hurried over to the stove and turned it back on.

  She added strips of bacon to the pan going in the oven and whipped up more eggs to scramble. About the time she poured the mixture into the skillet, Marcus walked in with a stream of icy cold in his wake. He grunted and shoved the door closed behind him.

  “What? No heat? I turned on the freaking generator at least two minutes ago.”

  “Ha ha,” Randall said.

  “I’ve got your breakfast just about ready. Unwrap and sit down. I’ll pour you some coffee.” Darla fussed around until she had his breakfast sitting on the table in front of him.

  She returned to the stove to clean it once again. Though she had told Randall it was okay about his yelling at her, she still felt a little sick at her stomach about it. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much unless it was because she did love him and didn’t want him angry with her. She’d told him she loved him back. Now she needed to tell Marcus as well. She couldn’t just blurt it out in the middle of his breakfast, but she couldn’t say it during sex either. He wouldn’t take her seriously.

  She was so busy thinking that she yelped when Marcus suddenly grabbed her and hugged her.

  “Thanks for breakfast. It was great.” He kissed her, and then, looking down in her eyes, he said, “I love you, Darla. More than anything, I love you.”

  Her throat closed up with tears once again, but this time they were happy tears. She sniffed and squeezed him back.

  “I love you, too, Marcus. I really do.” He laughed and twirled her around.

  She held on for dear life. When he stopped she had to hold on to keep from falling. Again a sick feeling developed in the pit of her stomach. It passed though once the dizziness was over.

  “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be back down in a little bit,” he said, giving her one last kiss.

  When he’d left the kitchen and the sound of his boots on the stairs disappeared, Randall laughed.

  “I think you’ve made him the second happiest man in Montana,” Randall told her.

  She blushed and sat down across the table from him. He looked tired, she thought. There were shadows under his eyes and lines at his mouth. The cold weather was taking its toll on him. When Marcus came back down after his shower, she would have to look and see if he had the same shadows and lines. It was a hard life even in modern times. It would mean she would have to be tough as well.

  “Let’
s go watch TV while we have the generator going,” Randall suggested.

  “You go on, and I’ll be right there. Let me get these dishes in the dishwasher so I can run it while it can.”

  Randall nodded and left her to her thoughts. Many of them were jumbled up in her mind. Like the fact that she loved two men at one time. Then there was her ex-fiancé and how he’d treated her.

  She’d expected to marry him, and when she realized that wasn’t going to happen because he’d lied to her, it had nearly broken her. The fact that it hadn’t only proved that she hadn’t really been in love with him at all. Could she trust her heart to know the real thing or not? Was there really a way to love two men equally? She felt the same amount of love for each of them, but it was different for each of them.

  With Marcus, she loved his general good-natured demeanor and the way he made her laugh. With Randall, she loved how he made her feel safe and cherished. He was someone she could depend on to do what was best. Both men appealed to different parts of her. Each held a special place in her heart.

  She finished up with the dishes and turned the dishwasher on to run while they watched TV. Marcus had returned and was sitting in the living room on the opposite end of the couch from Randall. When she sat in the middle, they each moved over and sandwiched her in between them. Here she felt safe and secure and happy.

  The weather came on, and they patiently waited for them to get to Montana and what they could expect. It looked like clear for the next few days with no expected snowfall for the remainder of the week.

  “Thank God.” Randall breathed out.

  “So how long until it starts to melt?” she asked.

  Randall and Marcus looked at each other over her head.

  “It doesn’t really melt, Darla. Some of it will go away, but for the most part, it doesn’t get above freezing at all during the winter,” Marcus explained.

  “We’ll be able to go into town in a few days, but for now, it’s just us and the hands,” Randall told her.