by Eileen Green
“The food?” Cole asked as he watched her, a small smile on his lips.
Cade leaned in and wiped some powdered sugar that remained on her bottom lip. “I love to watch you eat. You don’t have any qualms about eating.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed. “My hips show it.”
“Don’t you ever belittle yourself again, kitten. Your body is beautiful, and we love everything about it.” Cade moved until his face was near her ear and then whispered, “I love holding on to your hips while I fuck that luscious ass of yours.”
A shiver ran through Marlowe’s body at Cade’s words. She loved what these two men did to her while they made love to her. They made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.
Despite the cold that was biting in the air, Marlowe’s body heated. This is what these men did to her.
A shadow moved over the table, drawing Marlowe’s attention upwards. Jasper and Dirk were standing there in their uniforms. For events like this, usually all the police and sheriff officers had to work.
“Hi, guys,” Marlowe said as she took a bite of a sliced strawberry.
“Hello, Marlowe.” Jasper smiled. “How are you doing?”
Marlowe had healed nicely after her father had shot her. There was a scar to show that she had survived the ordeal. Since she had shifted, her cougar’s natural healing ability took care of her. Jeff, the man who had tried to shift, and was apparently Danny’s friend, didn’t survive. A bullet to the heart took care of that.
Danny managed to get through the ordeal without getting shot, but he had succumbed to the bite Marlowe had inflicted upon him. She had gotten him in a vital artery and he never made it to the hospital, even though pressure had been applied to stop the bleeding.
There was no mourning for Marlowe with his loss. He had taken away her mother, her youth, and he had even taken away the love of a father. She had been able to mourn her mother. A funeral had been put together by Cade, Cole, and Coraline a week ago once the coroner released her mother’s remains. The cause of death matched Danny’s story.
Nearly the whole town had shown up for the funeral, showing their support for one of their own. Marlowe had felt genuinely loved.
Marlowe smiled at Jasper. “I’m doing good. Thanks for asking. I also wanted to thank you for all you did to help solve my mother’s murder.”
“There’s no need for that. It’s my job. I’m just glad that you’re doing better and that you are going to be sticking around.”
Passion was going to be home for Marlowe. She had talked to her boss, and they had agreed she could travel from there whenever she needed. She was ecstatic, as were Cole and Cade.
“Well, have fun,” Jasper said as he looked around the area. He gave a nod to Cade and Cole before he walked away. Dirk did the same and then followed his boss.
“We’ve seen just about everything,” Cole said as he rubbed his hand along her thigh. When his fingers brushed her inner thigh, her libido spiked. “What do you want to do now?”
Giving a small smile, she whispered, “I want to go home and make love to my two men.”
Cole grabbed her plate of funnel cake and shoveled the rest of the dessert into his mouth while Cade took the caramel apple and popcorn brick and stood. Cole rose, as did Marlowe. Trash was tossed, and Cole grasped Marlowe’s hand and practically dragged her down to the street to his pickup.
* * * *
The pickup came to a skidding stop in the rounded driveway in front of the house. Gravel could be heard scattering everywhere. Cade had the passenger side door open before Cole put the pickup in park and was on the ground in a second. He helped Marlowe down and then the two headed to the front door. Cole was close on their heels.
At the front door, Marlowe spun around and jumped into Cade’s arms. His hands splayed across her ass to hold her up. She plastered her mouth to his, her tongue playing along the seam of his lips. He opened to her and let her lead this for the moment.
Keys rattled in the front door. Cole unlocked it and hustled Cade and Marlowe inside, saying, “We don’t need to make a spectacle of our woman to our hands.”
Cade knew most of the hands were at the festivities in town, so there wasn’t much of a chance anyone would see them. As soon as he was across the threshold, he pressed her up against wall to his left in the foyer, the wall that separated the den from the entryway. With Marlowe’s cunt pressed against his groin, even with one layer of denim, the dress she wore, and the silkiness of her panties separating them, he could feel her heat. His cock was hard and hot and throbbing. Cade thrust his tongue into her mouth, dominating the hot kiss.
Marlowe moved her hands down to his back and grasped the material of the flannel shirt he wore. In a flash, the garment became shredded. She had let her claws out and virtually told him what she wanted.
Pressing her body against the wall, he reached in between them and undid the fly to his jeans and then managed to push them down a bit. Cold air caressed his ass, but he knew soon he would feel her hot needy cunt, which would be warming him from the inside out.
She had worn a knit sweater dress in burgundy that accentuated her body and was a nice contrast to her pale skin and golden-blond hair. A pair of black suede boots up to her knees helped keep her calves warm, but Cade had worried that a good breeze up her dress would make her sick. A jacket had been taken with them, but she refused to wear it.
When she had jumped into his arms, the dress had hiked up, and now all he had to do was get her panties off her. He grasped the thinner part of the panties that stretched across her mons and ripped them. A moan escaped her as they continued to kiss.
His prick nestled into her labia where her heated moisture caressed and nearly scalded him. God, how he loved how she felt against him. Now that winter was here, he was going to enjoy making love to her often. Sharing their heat was going to be heaven, though she had fallen in love with the fireplace in the master bedroom. It was situated between the bedroom and the bathroom, offering heat and ambiance for both rooms.
However, now he needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe. Spreading his legs, he positioned himself so that he was just at her entrance. With one thrust, he filled her. Tearing his mouth from hers, he growled as she mewled.
Marlowe tossed her head back against the wall as she squeezed her cunt muscles around him. He loved when she did that, milking him of his seed. They had discussed children, and she wasn’t averse to having any. In fact, she wanted several, which meant more sex to get them. Cade liked that idea, a lot.
She had retracted her claws, and now her nails dug into his shoulders. He didn’t mind since the shirt was ruined.
Cole’s presence was unmistakable in the small entryway, and Cade knew he wanted a piece of Marlowe as well. The sound of a zipper being lowered told Cade that Cole wanted to join them where they stood.
Turning slightly, Cade lifted Marlowe up, his hands spreading her ass cheeks. Her fingers and nails dug further into his shoulders, providing a bite of pain that he enjoyed.
* * * *
Marlowe held on tightly as Cade moved to include his brother. Cole’s sexual appetite was as insatiable as Cade’s was, and now that she was back with her men, Marlowe was finding hers was just as strong.
Cole pulled some of her moisture from her pussy up to her asshole and then he proceeded to press his thumb inward. The slight bite of pain morphed into a burning sensation, and she knew she needed more. “Please, hurry,” she begged.
Both men chuckled at her impatience. Cole removed his thumb, and she felt the mushroomed head of his cock at her anus. Cade held her tightly as she began to feel Cole enter her slowly, filling her until she felt as if she would split open. Both men began to move in and out of her, alternating positions so that one of them was always inside her. Marlowe leaned her forehead against Cade’s as she absorbed the love she shared with these two men.
She couldn’t imagine them not being in her life, but she had nearly missed this. Destiny and luck had intervened when
she was sent to Passion, Montana, for an assignment. If it hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met up with Cole and Cade again and found the love she had walked away from all those years ago. She had returned to find their love had never faltered. Now, in their arms, she discovered that she had found the life she had missed out on.
Love consumed her, a love that had her cat reveling inside her. A return to Passion was a return to love by two men who had never given up on her, and she would spend every day for the rest of her life showing Cade and Cole how much she loved them. She’d returned for love and for a new life.
THE END
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