by Jan Springer
Besides, tomorrow they would return to Moose Ranch and she could spend the remaining couple of days with Milena. In the meantime, she loved looking at this cabin.
It had been erected by her three men as well as Paul and Mitch. Paul, who had learned everything there was to know about masonry, compliments of his father who was a mason, had with help of Brady, who slung a mean cement trowel, made the two stone fireplaces. One at each end of the building. The chimneys were exquisite and had been made from the stones and rocks found in abundance around the surrounding wilderness and meadows.
“Nothing is too fancy for Moose Ranch and her lady boss,” Dan chuckled as he joined JJ. They both fell silent as they took in the sight.
The cabin was located near the water and the guys had nailed together a large, sturdy dock where the plane was now securely moored. They’d tied the plane with ropes to nearby sturdy trees to prevent it from bobbing to and fro due to the winds.
Being close to a lake, allowed JJ to fly them in with the plane at cattle roundup. They had purchased four new all terrain vehicles for the ranch, and had flown the older vehicles out here. They were stored in a makeshift shed out back.
A hastily thrown together picnic shelter had housed the picnic table where she had served the guys their meals. The table had since been moved into the cabin kitchen and to her surprise the guys had strung up a hammock in the shelter so she could rest her curiously sore feet while cooking on the outdoor rock barbecue that Brady and Paul had also put together.
Behind the log cabin was also a rough atv trail. The path had been forged through a quarter mile of forest to hook up with the existing atv trail system which led to various pastures and meadows that housed their cattle. The railroad round-up area were the cattle would be corralled and shipped off to slaughter, was a mile away from here.
As the ranch grew, they had plans to hire a man or two to stay out here to keep an eye on the cattle. But that wasn’t for another year or so.
“It all looks so perfect,” JJ said as she hooked her arm with Dan and ushered him up onto the wood veranda. She smiled at the two rocking chairs at each end of the porch.
“These are new arrivals. Where did they come from?” she asked. She sat in one of the chairs and loved the gentle motion as she cradled her baby belly and rocked.
“Brady made them during his convalescence time out in the barn. Two more to be made,” Rafe answered.
She leaned forward in the chair and spied Rafe. He stood just inside the screen door. Brady stood beside him, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Oh, Brady. They’re beautiful. I love the rocking motion. It’s very relaxing. I could stay here, forever” she complimented. She leaned back against the chair, closed her eyes, and inhaled the hot August air, and rocked.
“Well, you could do that. But supper is ready. We’ve got moose lasagna left overs. Hot out of the pot,” Dan stated.
At the mention of food, JJ’s tummy growled and her mouth watered.
“Hand up?” Dan asked with a chuckle.
“Am I getting that big that I can’t get out of a chair?” JJ laughed as she accepted his help. She was starting to feel a bit clumsy with baby belly. How was she going to do another three plus months of this feeling fat thing? And she hadn’t even put on that many pounds.
You will. You can handle anything.
Somewhere to the south, thunder rumbled.
“Hmm, sounds like we’re going to be having some good old-fashioned storm sex, tonight,” JJ said softly as she followed the guys into the cabin.
All three of them tensed in front of her and stopped.
JJ laughed. “But first I need nourishment. Lots of nourishment, boys.”
The men moved in unison. Dan held out a chair for her where they had placed it at the end of the picnic table in the kitchen area. Brady quickly doled out the moose lasagna and Rafe poured her some coffee. Such sweet men. Always looking to make her comfortable.
But tonight, she didn’t want comfort. Tonight, she would demand her pleasure.
By the time they got to the dock, they were soaked and Milena was ready for a hot shower. She helped Daegen get the blueberry-filled buckets safely out of the boat and assisted him in dragging the canoe out of the water. Then to her surprise, he hoisted the canoe upside down and held it over their heads like an umbrella. He told her to grab the blueberries and to stay close to him.
When she had the buckets firmly in hand, they walked along the dock and then wandered up the trail that would lead to the ranch house.
Goodness, who knew someone could use a canoe as an umbrella?
The warm wind was ferocious and several times she almost fell on the slippery muddy trail. Wouldn’t that be something? To have brought these berries all this way and to have them tip over into the mud.
She was shaking with a chill as Daegen ordered her up the outside stairs and into the house. Once she got inside, she placed the heavy pails onto the floor and watched through the mudroom window as he tipped the boat over.
Mercy, he had very nice muscled arms. She hadn’t noticed out on the lake. She had been too busy praying for her life, hoping the canoe wouldn’t tip over. If it had, she might have drowned in those two-feet high waves despite this constrictive device he’d put on her. She simply didn’t know how to swim.
Thankfully her hero had kept the canoe from tipping.
“You can leave the vest right here on one of the hooks and then go grab yourself a shower before the power goes out and get on a change of clothes,” he said as he unlatched his orange lifejacket, then slipped it up over his head. She quickly removed her jacket and placed it beside his on one of the free hooks just inside the door.
Despite it being warm in the mudroom, she was cold. Goosebumps popped out over her arms and she suddenly noted he was staring at her chest. Her gaze dropped to where he was looking. To her horror, her nipples poked against her very wet, suddenly too tight T-shirt.
Shit! She hadn’t worn her bra today. Hadn’t expected to run into anyone.
She turned away from him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. And very aware the two of them were strangers and alone together in a big house. A crazy idea suddenly popped through her mind. What would he say if he knew she hadn’t had sex with a guy in over thirteen years?
Stop it, Milena! You are not the same girl you were when you were a teenager! She’d had a weakness for good-looking guys. Especially the one who had used her and gotten her sent to prison.
Nope, guys were off limits. Preferably for the rest of her life.
“I’m sure you can find some clothes in the room I’m using,” she said. “There are some shirts and pants in the closet. Some boxers in a bottom drawer. The first door to your left. I’ll grab some clothes from the room first and the shower is just across the hall. I’ll use it first and then it’ll be nice and toasty for your turn.”
He merely grunted. She could feel his hot gaze as she slipped off her running shoes, and headed down to the room she’d just mentioned. JJ had told her the room she’d been using belonged to Brady and that JJ had placed some of her clothes in there for Milena to borrow, which she had because truth be told, the clothes the prison had supplied her with weren’t that nice.
As she sifted through the closet, she found a pretty pink blouse. She then grabbed the extra pair of jeans she had brought along, and tiptoed to the door. She peeked out into the hallway expecting to see Daegen still standing in the mudroom, but there was no sign of him.
She rushed across the hall and slipped into the bathroom and quietly locked the door.
Safe and sound.
"Dishes are done," JJ announced as she handed Brady the last plate. He towel dried it and set it on a nearby stack, then picked them up and placed them into a pine cupboard that had been nailed together and screwed into the wall just this morning. There still weren’t any doors on the cupboards but that would be a future project, along with caulking around the windows to kee
p out the bugs and draft, getting in a proper sink into the kitchen area instead of using pails for washing and for rinsing. They would also need a couple of plastic pipes that would be attached to the sink allowing the water to drain into a hole outside the cabin and away from the lake. The hole would have to be hand dug like a well and covered with a wood-planked lid to prevent animals or people from falling in.
There was no worry about the soap hurting the environment either, because they only used biodegradable soaps and detergents. Being environmentally friendly as much as possible was one of their priorities out here. Sometime in the future, they might even get a generator to pump water up out of the lake. But that wasn’t a necessity. He and the guys were quite content lugging up pails of water from the lake when needed.
"Did I ever tell you how sexy you look wearing an apron?” Brady murmured as he set the dry cutlery into a Tupperware container and placed the lid, then quickly put the mugs up into the cupboard beside the plates.
He heard her gasp at his comment.
"Plenty of times" she whispered as she dried her hands on her apron.
"Turn around," he ordered.
Brady noticed the smile playing on her lips before she did as he asked. He sensed she knew where he was going with this conversation.
He quickly untied the apron.
“It’s our last night here, baby mamma," he said as he folded and then placed the apron on the makeshift pine-planked countertop.
Lightning suddenly flashed at the dark windows. Thunder boomed nearby. But he barely heard the noise above the loud thumping of his heart.
He needed to be with JJ.
Being away from her for so many nights had been the purest torture imaginable. But they hadn’t been able to be together because all the men had slept in one large tent and JJ had slept in a small one while they’d been building the cabin.
"Well, there would have been more nights if you had come to my tent," she suggested.
Brady grinned. They were doing a lot of that lately. Quietly thinking on the same subject at the same time. Just like an old couple in sync with each other.
Dan laughed from his perch at the kitchen table where he and Rafe were playing an after-dinner game of cards by the gas lantern light.
"What is so funny?" JJ asked as she put her hands onto her hips and glared at Dan. But Brady saw the amusement playing in her eyes.
"That's a one-man tent. No one could fit in there but you," Dan complained from behind the fanned cards he held in his hand in front of his face.
"It’s a one-woman tent and I wasn’t alone. I had the baby for company," she reminded him as she moved a protective hand over her swollen belly.
Brady loved it when she cradled the baby. Hell, she looked like a sexy she-mama bear when she did that.
“Besides, if we had gone to your tent, the other guys would have caught on. You're too noisy," Brady teased.
He stepped forward, curled a protective arm around her waist and then softly placed a forefinger over her mouth, stopping a protest he knew would come. Another flash of lightening blinked at the windows. She jumped as thunder crackled and the floorboards trembled beneath their feet.
Worry flashed in her eyes.
“Shh, you’re safe with us, JJ. Always safe,” Brady whispered so only the two of them heard.
"That's going to be one hell of a storm," Rafe muttered.
"There's one hell of a storm brewing in here too," Brady answered.
He wanted JJ beneath him and he suspected the guys wanted her just as bad.
And he wanted her now.
JJ trembled as both Rafe and Dan looked up at Brady's comment. She noticed all the men’s eyelids had begun to droop with lust. She knew what that storm comment meant. They wanted her. And she wanted them too.
Brady brought her closer against his hot length and she gasped at the size of his erection as he pressed himself against her. The snap of cards being slapped onto the table and the scrape of chairs rippled through the air as Dan and Rafe scrambled to their feet. The two men flanked Brady who let go of her and stepped back.
Gosh, they all looked so handsome dressed in their tight T-shirts, work jeans and sexy five o’clock shadows. She watched with intense awareness as all three men began to unbuckle their belts.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say I’m in some hot strip club," she said with a laugh.
The men cursed softly. They smiled at her playful comment. But said nothing.
Rain pounded the sheet metal roof, creating a really cool backdrop of music for the strip show.
JJ’s breath quickened as they slowly, erotically slipped off their pants. Their erections pressed boldly against their underwear. She could make out the thick impressions of their swollen cocks and a pleasing hunger raged inside her. She licked her suddenly dry lips. Noticed how all three men focused on her mouth.
Suddenly they moved faster. Yummy muscles bulged in their arms as they lifted off their T-shirts.
"You guys would do well in a strip club," she continued to tease. "I'm sorry but I didn't bring any money to stuff into your G-strings."
"You're all we'll ever need, sweetness," Rafe replied.
He stepped forward and she noticed him nod to Brady and Dan, indicating that the two go to one of the three small bedrooms toward the back end of the cabin. JJ remembered that’s where the four new single mattresses for the bunk beds had been placed this morning.
"You shouldn't tease us like this, baby," Rafe whispered as he looked down at her with his gorgeous brown eyes. She knew he was teasing her back.
His sexy dark look encouraged JJ to move closer to him. She lifted her hand and tenderly touched his stubbled cheek. A muscle flexed beneath her fingertips. His breath quickened.
"You know I would never send you to a strip club, I would keep you all to myself."
Rafe chuckled as he drew down his head and muttered softly against her mouth.
"You have your own personal he-haram. How good is that?"
"More than good, sexy man. I am the luckiest woman in the world." She dropped her hand from his face and placed her palms over his ultra warm chest muscles. His hands settled on her waist and he gently rubbed his belly against her baby bump. She always laughed when one of her men branded her with his belly. The guys didn't have any jealousy toward one another. They just acted so normal with each other.
"We need to get you out of these clothes, but first," he whispered.
She moaned as he pressed his lips against hers, the fiery pressure encouraging her to open her mouth. His tongue dipped between her lips and licked her teeth and gums. The impact sent shudders of anticipation through her.
He broke the kiss and his hands slipped beneath her shirt. She lifted her arms allowing him to remove her top. Because the other men had been around, she had worn her bra, but Rafe wasted no time unclasping and removing the garment.
Her breasts spilled free and JJ gasped as he palmed her sensitive mounds.
"They are getting so big," he whispered.
She trembled as he dipped his head and enveloped one of her plump nipples between his strong lips.
Due to her pregnancy, all her intimate parts were very responsive. This time was no exception. The pressure of his lips around her nipple and the sharp friction of his stubble against her flesh had her crying out from the overlord of pleasure pain.
"Sorry, baby," he muttered. He eased off a little.
"Never be sorry for what is natural," she whispered. She caught his nipples between her fingers and he groaned as she erotically twisted.
His suckling deepened and sparklers went off behind her closed eyes. She felt heady, in a really good way.
Suddenly, she sensed someone behind her.
"Our bed is ready in the other room, baby," Dan said in a thick voice. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her maternity pants and panties. She moaned softly as her garments were lowered over her hips, thighs, and
then down her legs.
With Rafe still suckling at her breast and his hot hands cupping her, she managed to step out of her clothes. She swallowed as a slurp of lube followed. Hissed and closed her eyes as a finger pressed pressure against her sprinter.
“Just relax, sweetie," Dan suggested as he prodded.
She managed to loosen up and his finger slipped into her. He pushed lube against her muscles while softly massaging and exploring. Having two men touching her so intimately, sent her awareness into overdrive. She sensed Brady was somewhere in the room too now, watching what Dan and Rafe were doing to her.
She managed to get her eyes open and sure enough, she spied Brady standing a few feet to her left. He was completely naked and stroking his thick, stiff cock. He caught her gaze and the impact of his hot stare just about melted her knees.
Had Rafe not been cupping her breasts and Dan not impaling her with a finger, she might have dropped to the floor, she was suddenly so weak with arousal.
Dan slipped two fingers into her, spreading more lube. Rafe moved his mouth to her other breast. He sucked and lapped on her nipple as if it were a lollipop, making her arch and hiss at the pleasure-pain sensations.
“She’s ready,” Dan whispered in a strangled voice. Suddenly Rafe let go of her nipple.
Before JJ knew what was happening, she was swept up into Rafe’s strong arms. His eyes glittered in the lantern light as he carried her through the kitchen into the nearby bedroom. The room was dimly lit with several candles that had been set in what appeared to be a handmade wood white-birch chandelier that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Wind blasted against the windows and the tiny flames on the candles flickered.
“Who made that?” she asked. It looked so quaint, like something pioneers would use.
“I did,” Dan replied as he and Brady joined them.
“It’s beautiful. We won’t have to worry about power failures,” she said.
Dan chuckled and he nodded to the wide bed that had been arranged upon the floor.