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The two men ushered her back to bed and climbed in beside her.

They cuddled her until she finally fell asleep, praying she wouldn’t

get pregnant.

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The next morning, both men rose earlier than usual. Randall

figured they needed to talk before Darla woke up. He made coffee and

they sat at the kitchen table discussing the events of the night before.

“I didn’t notice if mine broke. I was fucking drained. I just pulled

it off and tossed it,” Randall said.

“Me, too. I just threw it away and never thought to check. She was

already so wet for us that I never dreamed it was because one of the

condoms had broken.”

“What happens if she gets pregnant?” Marcus asked.

“She stays with us forever,” Randall growled.

“You think she might leave us?” Marcus asked.

“Yeah, it scares me that she will unless we can convince her we

love her and want her to stay. We’ve
got
to convince her to stay.

Damn, I don’t think I can handle it if she leaves.” Randall ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t even bothered to comb it yet this morning.

“So we are in agreement that if she is pregnant, we’re fine with it.

It just gives us one more reason to love her. I hadn’t planned on kids this soon, but if it happens, it happens,” Marcus said.

Marcus wiped his hand over his face and finished up his coffee.

“I’m going out to check on the horses and be sure the hands break the ice for the cattle. I’ll be back in for breakfast later.”

Randall watched as his brother bundled up and left through the

kitchen door. Bitter cold air rushed in when Marcus opened the door.

He shivered and decided to wake Darla up himself. He grinned at the

idea as he climbed the stairs up to their room. He smiled to himself.

That was what it was now, their room. It would only be a matter of

time before they moved their stuff into the room with her. He couldn’t wait.

She’d turned on her back with one hand by her face and the other

covering her pelvis. He smiled and took out a condom. They wouldn’t

forget to check again. Randall laid it out on the bedside table and climbed in bed with her after shucking his clothes. When he began

fingering her pussy, her eyes flew open.

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“Whoa! Your hands are like ice!”

“I’ll warm you right up, sweetness.”

He scooted down in bed and began kissing her and licking her

between her legs. She moaned and rose to meet his tongue each time

he pulled away. It thrilled him to be able to make her lose control. He crawled up her body, kissing and licking his way up until he reached

her nipple. He nipped at it then laved it with his tongue. Then he blew cool air over it and watched it peak even tighter.

“You’re killing me. Fuck me.” Darla moved restlessly in the bed.

Randall made a big show of unwrapping the condom and rolling it

on. Then he lifted her legs over his arms and plunged inside her wet

pussy in one swift thrust. She cried out and began meeting him thrust for thrust. He felt her pubic bone each time he drove into her. He

inserted a finger between them and began fingering her clit. He

wanted her to come with him, and he was fast approaching his limit.

Something about her took away his control.

She began to moan and thrash around on the bed. He knew she

was close. He pumped into her once, twice, three times and pinched

her clit.

“Come, Darla.”

She screamed and exploded for him. He felt her milk his cock

with her vaginal muscles. He waited as long as he could before

pulling free of her. He dealt with the condom, checking to be sure it was still intact, and then he kissed her and teased her out of bed.

“I’m hungry, woman. Get me some breakfast.”

“Okay, okay,” she groused, then rolled out of bed.

He slowly dressed thinking about having a baby in the house. He

smiled and realized he would like it just fine.

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Chapter Six

Darla made biscuits and scrambled eggs along with sausage for

their breakfast. Marcus sauntered in and stopped to draw in a deep

breath.

“Man that smells good.”

The back door opened and a rush of cold air poured into the room

followed by Randall stomping and fussing before he shoved the door

closed against the wind.

“Everything okay out there?” Marcus asked.

“Yeah, the hands had already broken the ice and were working on

the hay.” He sniffed the air, and then smiled. “Something smells

wonderful.”

“Get cleaned up. We’re having biscuits, eggs, and sausage. I have

the biscuits warming in the oven. They’ll get hard if you don’t hurry,”

Darla said.

“I’ll get the jelly out,” Marcus offered.

Breakfast was a light affair with everyone seemingly relaxed. She

wasn’t as easy as they were, but she tried. She could still almost feel their cocks inside her. She found as she had made breakfast that she was pleasantly sore in the obvious places. What would it be like to be on the receiving end of that sort of loving every day? Could she

handle it? She wondered how long it would last. They would tire of

her eventually. The novelty would wear off no matter what they said.

Her experience couldn’t be ignored. She’d once had a fiancé and

looked forward to their life together only to find out he had been lying to her. He already had a wife in a different city. His business required him to travel, so it had been easy to keep from her. Then she called
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his cell number one day needing to ask him something, and a woman

picked up. Darla asked who she was, and she claimed to be Mrs.

Andrews. Darla wasted no time telling her what Ben had been up to.

Finding out her fiancé had not only lied to her but to his wife, broke her heart. She’d been so in love with him. Funny how the pain

evaporated in the face of the budding relationship between her and the Sanders brothers. What did that mean?

The sound of Randall returning to the kitchen popped her out of

her musings. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and

nuzzled her neck.

“Coming in to breakfast that isn’t burned is great. Coming in to

you is even better,” he said.

Darla didn’t know what to say, so she remained quiet. Marcus

appeared in front of her and tilted her chin up before placing a noisy kiss on her lips.

“I’m starved. I know Randall is. Let’s eat.”

Randall left her after breakfast to listen to the weather in the living room. Marcus returned to his office to peck away at the computers.

The distant mumbling of the TV chased away her thoughts of Ben and

his betrayal as her mind struggled to hear the weather.

Once she had the kitchen back in order, she joined Randall in the

living room. She hesitated about sitting on the couch next to him.

Would he want her to join him, or should she sit in the chair? In the end, she took a seat on the couch a decent space between them.

Randall frowned at her and pulled her across the couch until she was

nearly plastered to his side.

“This one isn’t as bad as the one behind it,” he said. “We only got

six inches, even though with the cold and wind it seems like more.

The wind piles it up in places.”

“There’s another one coming?” Darla asked.

“It all depends on how far down the low tracks as to how much

snow we will get. It will be here by the weekend. We have several

days to prepare for it.”

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“How will you get ready?”

“We’ll go out and search for any stragglers we missed earlier and

herd them closer to the barn,” he said.

“You’re going out in all of this?” She shivered.

Randall hugged her closer and rubbed his hand up and down her

arm.

“We do it all the time. This time we didn’t have enough to keep us

stranded. The next storm might be much bigger. Got to get those cows

in closer. We’ll be just fine.” He leaned over and kissed her.

The kiss proved to be sensual but ended quickly. He stood up and

walked over to the wood box and threw another log on the fire.

“Reminds me that we need to move the firewood to the porch so it

will be closer to the house. Might as well do that now.”

Darla watched as he disappeared down the hall, presumably to

round up Marcus to help him. He returned a few minutes later and

strode across the room to the kitchen. Marcus soon followed. He

stopped to give her a smothering kiss. Then he, too, headed to the

kitchen. A few minutes later she heard the door open and close. They

were gone for the time being. She had the house to herself to think.

What was she going to do? She admitted to herself that she was

not only comfortable with the ménage, but she was beginning to fall

for them. If she did that, it would be much harder to leave them.

You have to admit they’ve been open about what they wanted.

They haven’t lied to you, either.

She wished she had someone to talk to about it all, but she had no

family and what few friends she had back in Mississippi would never

understand the situation she’d gotten into. Surely there would be

someone that she could call. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of anyone.

The phone rang for the first time when one of the men wasn’t

around to answer it. She hesitated, not knowing if she should or not, but decided to in the end. She picked up the receiver on the fourth

ring and hoped they hadn’t hung up.

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“Hello?”

“Um, hi,” a feminine voice said. “Is one of the boys around?”

“No, they are outside. Can I take a message?” Darla felt her heart

sink.

Here was another woman asking for the brothers just like what

had happened back in Mississippi. She should have known. A tremor

started in her belly and soon progressed to her hands. She had to hold on to the phone with both hands to keep from dropping it.

“That would be great. Tell them their mother called to check on

them with this weather like it is.”

Relief welled up inside her. She heaved out a breath before

answering.

“Sure. I will. They are bringing up firewood to the porch. I’ll tell

them you called. I’m sure one of them will call you back.” Now she

was rambling. The woman would think she was daft.

“I didn’t realize they had finally found a housekeeper. I’m so glad

you are there. I’ve been worried about them. They can’t cook for

anything, and living on sandwiches isn’t good for them.”

“I’ve only been here a few days now. I’ve a lot to learn about

ranch life.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll learn soon enough. If you have any

questions, any at all, you call me.” She emphasized the “any at all.”

Darla wondered what she meant by that. Surely she didn’t suspect that more was going on than her keeping house and cooking. Her face

heated in mortification at the thought.

“Um, thanks. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she stuttered.

“Well, tell them to call me when they get in. They never come see

us anymore, and we only live a few miles from them. If I want to see

them, I have to drive over myself.”

“I’ll tell them and make sure they call.”

Darla hung up and wrung her hands. The fact that their mother

might suspect what they were doing embarrassed her. She paced in

front of the fireplace until the men returned stomping their feet to rid
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their boots of the snow. She hesitated in the doorway unable to say

anything at first.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Randall asked when he looked up and

saw her.

“Your mother called. She said to call her. She never hears from

you.”

“Damn. I didn’t think to call her with the snow and all. She gets

worried,” Marcus said.

“Let’s call her from the office. I want a shot of whiskey to warm

my insides,” Randall said.

They started toward the hall. Randall stopped and turned back

toward her.

“Come on. You can sit in my lap while I talk to Mom.”

“I can’t do that!” she exclaimed. Her face felt warm again.

“Of course you can. What’s wrong?” Marcus asked with a scowl

on his face.

“It’s your mother, for Pete’s sake. It just isn’t right.”

Randall laughed, and grabbing her hand, pulled her along behind

him as he walked down the hall. Marcus followed behind, so she

couldn’t escape even if she managed to extract her hand from

Randall’s. The idea of sitting in his lap while he was on the phone

with his mom terrified her.

They walked into the office, and Randall promptly sat down in his

chair pulling her into his lap. Off balance, Darla all but fell in his lap.

She squirmed trying to get down, and he tightened his hold on her.

Immediately, she felt his erection beneath her, and she stilled, unsure of what to do. The more she struggled, the more aroused he became.

He groaned in her ear as he lifted his groin against her.

“Much more of that and I’m going to take you right here and now

while Marcus is on the phone.”

Darla held herself very still. Marcus laughed and picked up the

phone to call their mother.

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