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alongside the rope. His face grimaced as he tackled the first shovel of snow.

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An hour later, he’d finished the back porch and had stepped off

the porch to find himself waist deep in the crap. It took him another hour of struggling to dig a path from where he had jumped to the

porch steps. A few snowflakes still fell here and there, but nothing

like the blizzard of earlier. He shoveled around to the generator and started it up. It only took a couple of tries. They kept it well tended all year long.

Randall stomped the snow off his boots and quickly stepped

inside the house where slightly warmer air greeted him. His gloves

came off first, and he stuffed them in his coat pocket. He took off his boots right there, and then struggled with the scarf and coat. By the time he’d managed to strip down to his clothes, he was just as tired as if he’d shoveled snow another hour.

A hot cup of coffee would be welcomed he decided and set about

to fix a pot. Marcus would thank him for it when he woke his brother.

Smiling, Randall thought about how he would wake up. Usually he

was hard to wake and equally tough to get out of bed. Since Darla had been there, he hadn’t had to wake his brother up once. She was good

for many reasons, but the fact that she made Marcus happy made him

love her even more. Maybe he could wake her up once Marcus left.

He just wanted to hear her voice raspy from sleep tell him good

morning.

He waited until the coffee was barely dripping and slipped the pot

out of the coffee maker and poured some in his coffee mug. He sipped

the hot liquid and enjoyed the burn all the way down as it warmed

tissues. Once he finished the mug of coffee, he rinsed out his cup and left it in the drainer. He could reuse it if Darla didn’t put it up later.

She tended to keep things spotless in the kitchen and throughout the house.

He poured a half cup of coffee into another mug and headed

toward the living room. He found Marcus curled around Darla with

his face buried in her neck. Resigned to the cursing his brother would do, he called his name softly and shook his shoulder.

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“Marcus, get up. I’ve got coffee for you.”

After two more tries, Marcus finally turned over and eyed him, a

pissed look on his face.

“Man, you know how to ruin a great dream.” He glanced over at

Darla and sighed deeply.

“Sure hate to get out of bed and leave her,” he said.

“I understand, but it’s your turn to shovel. I’ll keep her warm. She

will be getting up soon, knowing her.” Randall stood up and waited

for Marcus to do the same.

His brother slowly slid from under covers and off the makeshift

bed to land on his ass.

“Damn,” he said. Then he stood up and took the cup of coffee

from Randall.

“We need to talk before you go outside,” Randall said.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“In the kitchen, I don’t want to wake her up.”

Marcus followed him into the kitchen, still buttoning up his shirt.

“I’m worried about why she left Mississippi, and I think it may

have something to do with a man. I don’t want her thinking about that part of her life, and she is. Haven’t you noticed how she frowns

sometimes and when we ask says it’s nothing?” Randall asked.

“Yeah, but what are you planning to do?”

“I’m going to check her references and see if anyone can tell us

more about her. Maybe someone will know what happened to make

her want to leave everything she knew behind to come up here.”

Randall took a sip of the coffee.

“Man, she’s going to think we don’t trust her,” Marcus said.

“She doesn’t have to know. Besides, as employers, we have the

right to check her references, right?”

“Yeah, but we told her we trusted her and weren’t going to check

them.”

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“I think knowing what is in her past will help us with our future

with her. We’ll know what not to do to upset her,” Randall said as

Marcus suited up to go outside.

“If you say so. Just don’t let her find out,” Marcus said.

He nodded and returned to the living room, where Darla lay warm

and waiting for him in bed.

Randall quickly undressed down to his thermals and eased into

bed next to Darla. He grinned at how warm she felt. She soon had him

toasty, too. It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep.

* * * *

Darla slowly woke from a restless sleep. She noted Randall was in

the bed with her, so she figured Marcus was outside shoveling snow.

He would be cold when he came in. She eased out of the bed without

disturbing Randall. After handling the bathroom business, Darla

dressed in warm ups, a pair of jeans, a shirt, and thick socks. As soon as she was dressed, she hurried back downstairs and into the kitchen.

It proved to be even colder in there. She guessed it was because there were only two vents in the entire room. Then she noted that none of

the devices worked. The electricity was off. She could have sworn

Randall had coffee when he woke Marcus up.

No wonder it was so cold, she thought. How would she make

coffee? She had an idea. She got a strainer out of the cabinet and put two and a half scoops of coffee into it. Then she put a boiler of water on the stove and sat the strainer over the pot so that the coffee was below the water. The gas stove was wonderful since the electricity

was off.

After about five minutes of slightly boiling water, Darla turned the

stove off and let the coffee steep for about ten minutes. She laid the strainer aside in case she needed to let it sit longer. Grabbing a mug, she poured a few swallows into her coffee cup and sipped at it after

blowing. The coffee proved to be just about right. Smiling, she

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discarded the grounds from the strainer and poured more coffee into

her mug.

Unsure what she needed to do next with the electricity off, Darla

sat at the kitchen table and surveyed her choices of what to feed the men. First of all, she needed to warm up the roast and take out the

rolls. She rose and began setting up the boiler for the English peas.

Maybe she should fix tuna salad for sandwiches. It would be a nice

change for them. Grabbing four eggs from the fridge, she pulled out a pot and filled it halfway with water. Then she sat the eggs into the water while it started to boil. A few minutes later, she turned off the stove and let the eggs sit in the hot water for a few more minutes

before she rinsed them in cold water.

She began making tuna salad, adding chopped-up onion, the

chopped-up eggs, sweet pickles, and some mustard to the mix before

she added the mayo. Once the tuna salad was finished, she really had

nothing more to do until time to start breakfast. She looked at her

watch and frowned.

She wondered how long had Marcus been out there.

Darla peeked into the living room and saw that Randall was still

asleep. She tiptoed into the living room and then up the stairs, making sure she walked as quietly as possible. She needed a change of

clothes. She had on the jeans over the last couple of days now.

She made it up the stairs without waking Randall up. The poor

man was exhausted. He needed to sleep. Darla put on a new pair of

jeans and her new blouse. She hurried down stairs when she was fully

dressed and stood quietly in front of the fire. She added another log after standing there for a few minutes. Then she returned to the

kitchen and sat on a bar stool. No sooner than she had, Marcus came

stomping up to the porch. He opened the door then immediately shut

it again.

“Damn, it’s cold outside,” he said.

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“Shh, don’t wake Randall up. I’ll start breakfast while you clean

up.” Darla started the meal, hoping Randall would sleep through the cooking part.

No sooner had she started then he came shuffling in with his nose

in the air.

“Something smells good,” he said in a sleep-roughened voice.

“It will be ready in a few minutes. Grab some coffee, and you’ll

feel better.”

Randall and Marcus discussed the snow and how much they

would need to shovel out during the day. By the time they had

finished breakfast, they had a plan in mind and Randall looked well

awake.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Randall said. “I smell.”

Darla laughed, and he grabbed her around the waist.

“How about scrubbing my back?”

“Darla, don’t do it. Once he gets you in there he’ll have his

wicked way with you,” Marcus teased.

“Hmmm, maybe I’d like that,” she returned.

Randall dragged her toward the stairs. She laughed all the way to

the bedroom.

“Off with your clothes, wench.”

Darla made a big show of slowly removing her clothes. Turning

around she bent over while she pulled her jeans off. She heard him

growl behind her. She really wasn’t surprised when he gave her a

swat on the bottom that stung just a bit.

“Hey!” She yelped and stood up.

“You’re taking too long. I’m already undressed,” Randall

complained.

“You go ahead and warm the water up, and I’ll be in there in just

a second,” she said.

Randall dropped a kiss on her head and walked into the bathroom

to fiddle with the water.

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Darla sat on the edge of the bed and finished pulling off her jeans

after removing her boots. When she was nude, she strode into the

bathroom to find him already soaped up.

“You started without me,” she teased as she climbed into the

shower.

“That’s what happens when you poke around.”

The second she was in the shower, he attacked. He pulled her into

his arms spreading soap all over her chest as he did. When he took

possession of her mouth, Darla didn’t resist. His kisses were like

candy to her. She craved them. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and stroked with his tongue. All the while, his hands caressed and

explored her body. When one of his hands found her breast, she

moaned into his kiss.

“I want you all the time,” Randall said. “Even when I’ve just had

you, I still want you. You go to my head like fine wine.”

He took her words away from her by delving into her mouth again

and drawing her tongue out for him to suck on. She all but climbed

his body, and he had to brace himself against the shower wall.

“Easy, Darla. We don’t want to fall.”

“I need you,” she said.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Randall walked her back to the back of the shower. His fingers

delved between her legs as his mouth sought out her nipple. He

latched onto it and sucked. She nearly screamed, it felt so good. His fingers found her opening and pushed inside then circled her clit. It wasn’t long before she was fucking herself against his fingers.

When he removed them she cried out in disappointment, but he

lifted one of her legs and aligned his hardened cock with her pussy.

He pushed inside, and Darla muffled her scream against his shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.

“Oh, God. You’ve got to stop.”

“Why?” He continued pumping inside of her.

“No condom.” She gasped.

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He stopped and leaned his head against the shower wall. She felt

his chest heaving against her.

“Hold on.” He dropped her leg and climbed out of the shower.

When he returned a few seconds later he had one on.

“What?” she asked as her brows furrowed above her eyes.

“Nothing, baby. Just hated stopping. Now, where were we?” He

took her mouth again and lifted her leg until she curled it around his hips.

* * * *

Randall plunged inside of her hot, wet pussy in one stroke. He

captured her scream with his mouth, groaning as well. She made him

feel strong and weak all in the same second. Her pussy sucked on his

dick each time he withdrew.

He bent and picked up her other leg until she was suspended

between the shower wall and his body, impaled on his dick. He

picked up speed as his balls began to burn with the need to climax.

“God, you turn me on, Darla. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Please, please I need to come.”

Her pleading spurred him on, and he fucked her harder and faster

until his balls drew up and cum streamed out of his cock and into the condom. He held himself inside of her for a few seconds as he caught

his breath. Her chest heaved against his as well. He’d felt her climax just before he’d shot off. She’d squeezed him like a vise as her pelvic muscles milked him of his seed.

Randall slowly let her body slide down his and held her until she

seemed steady on her feet. She looked up into his eyes with such

emotion he wondered if it were love. Surely she had fallen in love

with them by now.

“Looks like we both need to clean up now,” he said as he traced a

pattern in the soap covering her chest.

“Your chest hair lathered it all up.”

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He turned her around toward the shower head and helped her rinse

off. Then he did the same. When they stepped out of the shower,

Marcus was waiting with an extra large towel in his hands. He