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He reached between them and rubbed her clit in just the right way.

She exploded around him. Lights flashed behind her closed lids. How

could it be any better than last night? Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just different. Marcus lost his rhythm as he drew close. In three

pumps of his cock, he came sending another thrill through her system.

He collapsed over her but managed to keep the majority of his weight

off of her. His rough breathing made her smile. She’d been just as out of breath when she’d climaxed.

“I’ll move in a few seconds. I’ve got to get my breath back. You

wear me out.” He swallowed hard enough his Adam’s apple jumped.

Darla laughed and raked her nails lightly across his shoulders. He

shuddered.

“Don’t do that. I’ll fall on you,” he complained.

She just smiled and cocked her head.

Once he’d caught his breath, Marcus rolled off her and eased off

the edge of the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom, and a moment

later she heard the toilet flush. She scooted over a few inches to locate the warmest spot in the bed and then closed her eyes and drifted. She felt sated and happy. Her belly growled. Well, almost satisfied. She

seemed to be hungry. She had worked up an appetite, she admitted.

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When Marcus returned to the bedroom, she was grousing about

needing to find her panties. She wasn’t sure where they had thrown

them the night before, and she was getting really cold.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

“I need my panties. I can’t find them, and I’m freezing my ass

off.”

“Can’t let that happen. I’m partial to that pretty peach.” He helped

her look, but they couldn’t locate them.

She gave up and pulled out a fresh pair. She’d wanted to take a

shower before she changed clothes to clean ones, but she needed

coffee first.

“You take a shower and get dressed, and I’ll make coffee.”

Marcus had to have read her mind. She dropped the panties on the

bed and hugged him. Then ran into the bathroom and shut the door to

hold in the heat. She reached in and turned on the water to let it heat up. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror before the steam

began fogging it up. She looked like a woman well used. Used…were

they doing that? Just using her for their pleasure and when they tired of her, they’d send her on her way?

She swore then stepped into the hot spray of the shower jets. They

claimed they wanted her for good. Did that mean forever, though?

How did that work anyway? She remembered that their mother had

invited her to call her anytime. She could ask her, but decided she’d be too embarrassed to admit she was having sex with her two boys.

No, she couldn’t talk to her.

Finished in the shower, Darla stepped out and began drying off.

Just as she reached for the door, it opened. Marcus smiled and handed her a mug of coffee.

“Room service,” he said with a smile.

Darla took a sip and winced. It was hot and black like she liked it

but a little bit strong for her taste. Didn’t matter. She would drink it anyway. After another sip of the hot liquid, she sat it on the dresser
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and began dressing. When she started to put on a bra, Marcus stopped

her.

“Let me.”

He settled the bra over her shoulders then pulled it together in

front to fasten it. Once he’d done that, he reached into each cup and settled her breast comfortably in the material. It surprised her that he would know about that. She frowned at where her thoughts were

going. They’d learned everything they’d done to her and for her from

someone. That didn’t sit well, and she realized she was jealous of

someone she didn’t even know.

“Why the frown, baby? Did I do it wrong?” he asked, a puzzled

look on his face.

“Nothing. I was just thinking of something. Nothing important.”

She hurried to put on her boots and hurried through the door and

down the stairs.

When she got to the kitchen, she realized she’d left her coffee

upstairs. Resigned to having to go back up to get it she nearly ran into Marcus as he walked into the kitchen. He held out her mug.

“You forgot this,” he said with his brows furrowed in worry.

Great, she’d upset him. She hadn’t meant to. Everything had been

going great until she let her mind wander. She needed to put her past behind her and not worry about their past either. Nothing good would

come of it.

She plastered a smile on her face and reached up to kiss him. He

kissed her back before she drew away and walked over to the fridge.

“How about ham, eggs, and toast today?”

“Sounds good to me. I bet Randall will be back in before too long

and be hungry as a bear. Marcus grabbed a mug from the cabinet over

the coffee pot and poured a cup for himself. He closed his eyes when

he swallowed.

“Hmmm, good, but a bit strong. Yours is much better,” he praised.

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“Well, make yourself useful and gather all those dirty clothes

from upstairs and carry them to the laundry for me. I’ll get them to

washing as soon as I get breakfast started.”

He only half complained about bossy women as he headed up to

the bedroom. She smiled at that. He obviously didn’t mean it since he was smiling as he did. He and Randall both seemed to really care

about her, but they hadn’t really said as much. If they didn’t say it, she wasn’t sure how deep their feelings really went.

Marcus returned with a basket overflowing with dirty clothes. He

carried it through the kitchen to the laundry room and deposited it out of sight. When he came back, she had the toast buttered and the ham

cooking. She was scrambling the eggs with a little cheese in them.

They could use the added protein and calories she figured.

“I’m going to see about the fire. If you need me, just holler,”

Marcus said.

He’d only been gone a few seconds when sounds of Randall

stomping on the back porch sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She didn’t have long to wonder at that when he opened the back door

then pushed to shove it closed again. Cold air circled in the room.

“Whew. The wind has picked up something fierce out there.” He

peeled off his coat and gloves before stepping out of his boots and

into the pair of loafers they kept by the back door for just that reason.

“How much snow is out there now?” she asked.

“A good foot. The bad thing is, with the wind blowing like it is,

there are drifts several feet high. It’s piling up against this side of the house. We’ll need to shovel it periodically so we can get out.”

“I’ll help,” she began.

Randall cut her off. “Hell, no! You’re not to step foot out that

door. It’s too dangerous.”

She pouted since he yelled at her. She knew he was right, but it

was the principle of the matter. She had feelings.

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As if knowing he’d upset her, Randall walked up behind her and

wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry I yelled. It’s just that the

thought of you out there lost in the snow scares the hell out of me.”

“Fine, I’m not going to go out. Just don’t yell at me.”

“Why’d he yell at you?” Marcus walked through the door from

the living room.

“I shouldn’t have. She was talking about going outside to help us

shovel snow, and I freaked.”

Marcus turned to her with a stern look on his face. “He’s right.

Under no circumstances will you walk out that door. Now promise

me.”

“I promise, okay?” She was aggravated now. “Get washed up,

Randall. Breakfast will be on the table in the next few minutes.

She saw the two men exchange glances before she turned her back

to them and began scrambling the eggs. They could have their “man”

moment. She would sulk like any self-respecting woman that had

been fussed at.

She was just putting the food on the table when Randall walked

back in the kitchen. He crossed the room and tried to hug her, but she moved out of his arms.

“None of that. Go sit down, or breakfast will get cold.” She saw

Marcus smile at Randall.

Breakfast was a silent affair. She knew she should let him off the

hook, but she wanted to make her point. She didn’t want to be yelled

at. The two men took their coffee into the living room to watch the

weather. She busied herself cleaning up and thinking about what to

cook for dinner that night. She settled on chili. She’d make enough

for several meals. She could always freeze part of it if they didn’t

need it all. She still expected the electricity to go off at any time.

Back when she lived in Mississippi, all it had to do was threaten

to snow and the lights went out. Here, they seemed to have the

problem under control. Darla separated the clothes next and started a load of laundry. With that taken care of, she had time on her hands

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waiting for the washer to finish. She might as well go in the living room and let Randall off the hook now.

She walked in to find Marcus in the chair and Randall on the

couch with his elbows on his knees gripping his coffee cup in two

hands. Just looking at him sent another wave of fluttering in her belly.

When she looked at Marcus, it was just as bad but different. He was

the playful one of the two. Randall was the more serious. Since he

was the oldest, that made sense. He had the majority of the pressure

on his shoulders.

Ready to make peace with him, Darla plopped down next to him.

He had to quickly set his coffee down on the coffee table to keep from spilling it.

“Easy there. I’ll spill it all over your clean floors,” Randall said.

She nudged his arm until he lifted it and wound it around her.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

“Hmmm, I guess so. Just don’t let it happen again.”

Marcus jumped up from his chair and joined them on the couch.

They each took turns kissing and petting her until the weather came

on. Then they all settled back to learn what they could expect over the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. It didn’t look good.

“If it follows the path they are projecting it will,” Randall began.

“It will dump another foot or so of snow on us.”

“It’s a given. We’ll lose electricity before it’s over with,” Marcus

shook his head.

“How are we on fuel for the generator?” Randall asked.

“Enough for twenty-four hours straight, so we can stretch it if we

only use it at night.”

“We’ll close off the vents upstairs and move the air mattress in

here to sleep on at night. We can stay warm with the fireplace when

we shut off the generator,” Randall said.

“I’ll gather up some blankets.” Darla worried her lower lip.

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“Don’t worry, baby,” Marcus said and squeezed her shoulder. “It

won’t be that bad. We’ll all be together camping out in front of the

fire. It will be fun.”

Randall snorted and stood up. “Need to shovel that snow,

Marcus.”

Marcus rolled his eyes and brushed a kiss across her lips before

following his brother into the kitchen. Darla scooted in behind him

and watched them layer the clothes on to keep out the cold as they

shoveled snow.

“We’ll be back in an hour or so. I want to get the path cleared

from here to the barn,” Randall told her.

“Don’t worry about us. Just keep the fire going,” Marcus said.

The two men opened the door and stepped outside into the

blowing snow. Marcus struggled to pull the door closed behind him,

so Darla pushed against it on her side until it latched. The kitchen had dropped a few degrees from the door being open. She hurried over to

the stove and started the chili. By the time the meat was brown, she

was warm once again.

When the chili was all but ready, she left it on low to simmer

while she gathered up blankets and piled them in the living room. She looked at her watch and realized they had been gone for nearly an

hour now. They should be in soon, she thought.

After adding a log to the fire, Darla finished folding a load of

clothes and changed over the ones in the washer to the dryer. One

more load and she would have it all caught up. Glancing up, she

noticed the clock on the kitchen wall said the boys had been out for

well over an hour now. She pulled aside the curtain in the kitchen to look outside but all she could see was snow—everywhere. It seemed

to swirl around the porch at a breakneck speed.

When two hours had passed, she became really worried and

debated going to look for them. If she did and they were fine, Randall would tan her hide. If they weren’t okay, she wouldn’t know what to

do. There was nothing she could do but wait. About the time she

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pulled out crackers for the chili, the sound of stomping boots on the back porch sent a wave of joy through her body. She let out a breath, not realizing she’d been holding off and on all morning.

This time when the men opened the door and slipped in, Randall

struggled with the door. Once they were inside, Randall and Marcus

both bent over with their hands on their upper legs to hold them while they struggled to catch their breath. She figured between the work of shoveling snow and the icy cold temperatures, it was hard to breathe