by Diane Leyne
Finally they roared their completion, flooding her again with their cum. This time they both pulled gently out of her. Markus hugged her to him while Jackson went to the bathroom to clean up and run a nice hot bath. When it was ready, he called to his brother who picked up their woman and carried her into the bathroom. She was so tired out that she barely took in the luxurious surroundings before she felt herself being lowered into the gigantic tub, sitting between her men.
She smiled. For the first time in years, she felt content. She had a job she loved. She was with the men she loved. She was home.
Epilogue
Six Weeks Later
Cassie stood at the bottom of the stairs, yelling.
“Breakfast is almost ready. You have five minutes to get down here. And remember to wear an old pair of shorts and T-shirt. Gardening is grubby work.”
She walking into the kitchen, humming to herself. It was a very important day. She’d been more or less living with her men for the past six weeks, but she wanted her with them full-time and she wanted it, too. She’d given them one condition. She wanted to redo the front garden. They’d very quickly agreed, even when she warned them she expected free manual labor from them.
She smiled to herself. She didn’t think they really understood just how manual the labor was or how much she expected.
The kitchen door swung open, and Jackson, quickly followed by Markus, entered, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek before taking their seats.
Cassie chuckled. She wasn’t very domestic, and they were going to enjoy the home-cooked breakfast she’d promised them.
She quickly loaded up the plates. She’d made bacon and eggs and sausage and home fries and toast and even hot cakes. She put their plates in front of them, poured some coffee and orange juice and served that, too. Finally, she’d loaded up her own plate, not quite as full as the others, but pretty substantial.
Her men were munching away in silence, eating like they’d gone hungry for a week. Then she saw by Markus’s expression that something concerned him.
“Cass, honey,” he began tentatively. “You’ve made enough food for half a dozen truck drivers.” His voice trailed off.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day” she said brightly.
Now Jackson was suspicious, too. “This is a week’s worth of breakfasts. Just how much labor will we be doing?”
Cassie smiled brightly.
“I tried to show you both the plans, but you weren’t interested. You both just kept saying, ‘Whatever you want, honey,’ and what I want is a new flower garden out front.”
“So what’s the big deal? We’ll plant a few flowers. Maybe a rose bush or two...” Seeing the look on Cassie’s face, Markus wisely stopped speaking.
“I’m a professional landscape gardener. My home is an advertisement. The front yard can’t just have a few flowers. It has to be spectacular. But don’t worry, we don’t have to do it all at once. Today, we are just going to dig up the borders and get rid of that nasty sandy stuff and replace with rich growing soil. We’ll put in the main bushes and a few annuals to give it some color.
“Next year, we’ll get an early start and really make it spectacular. We can do the backyard at the same time.”
“What’s wrong with the back yard?”
“The trees are nice, but no flowers, no vegetable garden, and no clear area where, in a few years, we can add a swing set and maybe a sand box.”
The two men surged to their feet. Jackson swept her up and into his arms. Markus came around the table and hugged her from behind.
“You want to have babies with us?”
“Not right away. Maybe a couple of years down the road, I wouldn’t mind two or maybe three. We’ll see. We’ll have to get married first, of course. And even before that, we have to live together, but that’s not happening until I get my garden.”
The men beamed.
“Let’s get started on some baby-making practice!” declared Markus.
Cassie laughed and slipped out of their arms.
“We’ve already had plenty of practice, but the weather isn’t going to hold. There is rain coming, and we may not have another opportunity to do this for a few weeks.
“So, until after the border is dug and the rest of my garden chore list done, no more baby-making practice. Which means, the sooner you start, the sooner we can hop in the shower and…” Her voice trailed off as the men took off out of the kitchen toward the front door.
She smiled. Life really was good. There really was no place like home.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Diane Leyne lives in Ontario. Two of her great passions are photography and reading. Diane devours all types of books from thrillers to erotica. After years of saying, “I think I could do that”, she did, and the result is No Place Like Home.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
About the Author