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swallow around the lump in her throat. The tension at the table could have been cut with a knife. Finally, Marcus took his bowl to the sink and rinsed it out. Then he took her totally by surprise and bent down and kissed her full on the lips.

“That was delicious. Thanks for cooking it.” He stood back up and

strode out of the room.

What in the world was going on? Why were they acting like she

was more than just a housekeeper?

“Is something wrong? You’re frowning awful hard.” Randall took

his bowl to the sink and sat it with the others.

“Um, no. I’ll just clean up then go to bed if you don’t need

anything.”

“No, we’re fine.” He started to turn around then stopped. “We’ll

leave at dawn in the morning. Don’t bother with breakfast. We’ll get

something in town.”

Darla stood with trembling legs and cleared the table, putting the

stew in the refrigerator. There wasn’t any cornbread left. She would

need to make more next time to be sure they had gotten enough. Next

time…was she really thinking about staying after everything that had

happened? Where else could she go? She felt at home here almost

from the beginning. She touched her lips once again. She felt the

beginnings of heat low in her belly. Surely she wasn’t sexually

attracted to either of them? Her face heated. Or both of them.

She started the dishwasher and headed to her room. She would

take that nice long soak in the tub before she went to bed. She needed it. She would be sore tomorrow and still have a long ride to make it

through. Hopefully, she wouldn’t dream of them again tonight.

The water felt divine as she lay back in the huge tub. The jets

pounded a soothing massage on her sore muscles. She sank beneath

the water until just the tips of her nipples poked out from the frothy water. The cool air pricked at them, and they beaded. Her imagination had Randall playing with them. Then Marcus licked at them until she

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nearly cried out. She started in the water and sat up. What in the

world was she doing?

Darla let the water out of the tub and stepped out. She dried off

quickly since it was a little chilly after the hot water in the bath. She slipped into her sleep shirt and underwear and huddled beneath the

covers. Exhaustion soon lured her into sleep, and the dream started

almost immediately.

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Chapter Three

Warm hands smoothed over cool skin. Hot breath tickled her

breast. Two mouths latched on to her nipples and suckled until she

writhed between them. Two sets of hands explored her body. Fingers

pinched at her nipples until she cried out with desire. One of the men began kissing his way up her neck and nipped his way around her jaw

to just behind her ear. He whispered naughty words in her ear.

“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I bet you’ll burn me

alive.”

She could only whimper.

Lips kissed down her body, dipping into her belly button only to

continue to her thighs. He shouldered between her legs and blew cool

air across her pussy. She moaned and lifted toward him. He chuckled

and spread her wide with his fingers. A warm, wet tongue licked her

from top to bottom and back up again. She couldn’t be still, but

another set of hands held her down as his partner in sin lapped at her, running his flattened tongue across her clit, back and forth until she was pumping her hips to meet the thrust of his tongue in her pussy.

She was mindless with need.

He pushed a finger inside of her, then two, and she knew she was

going to come. He stopped licking her pussy long enough to kneel

over her and plunge his hard cock into her dripping center. God, he

was big. It took him three tries to reach the end of her.

Warm hands and a warm mouth soon enveloped her breasts.

Between the soft suckling at her nipple and the thumb and forefinger

pinching the other one, she once again found herself sitting on the

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edge ready to plunge. The hard cock inside her pummeled her

passage, and the first hints of her release hit her low in her belly.

She jerked awake in the heat of passion to find one hand on her

breast and the other between her legs. Mortified she jerked them

away. She’d never masturbated in her sleep before. It didn’t help her already heavy breathing to realize she had been dreaming about both

of the Sanders men. God, she was a slut thinking about two men, let

alone dreaming such an intimate dream about them.

She looked over at the clock and realized it was nearly time to get

up. She opted for a quick shower then dressed in her best pair of jeans and a flannel shirt she’d bought in anticipation of the cold Montana

winter ahead. She would buy the rest of the stuff she needed, too.

Good Lord, woman stuff. Was he talking about tampons? She sure

hoped they didn’t shop with her.

Darla started coffee as soon as she made it to the kitchen. She

needed it strong and black to make it through the day with both men.

She didn’t know how she would be able to look them in the eye after

the dream. She groaned. Her womb tightened at just the thought.

“Morning, Darla. You’re up early.” Marcus entered the kitchen in

just a pair of jeans, and they weren’t even buttoned.

She snapped her eyes back up and away from him.

“I was ready to get out of bed. I guess I’m antsy about getting the

grocery shopping done and getting back h…to the ranch.” She had

nearly said home. Not good.

He smiled at her, and she found herself mesmerized by the

twinkle in his eyes. He broke the spell and poured a mug of coffee

before leaning against the counter and looking at her. His massive

chest had a sprinkling of black hair across it trailing down to

disappear inside the open waistband of his pants. Yikes, she was

looking again.

“You two drinking all the coffee?” Randall sauntered in. He was

in the same state of dress, or undress, as Marcus.

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What was it with them that they walked around half nude in front

of her? She licked her lips and forced her gaze above the waist, but that wasn’t much better. His chest was just as spectacular with the

same sprinkling of chest hair across and down to his belt line. He

smirked at her when she looked at him again. Her face burned with

embarrassment.

“Now, why are you embarrassed?” Randall asked.

Darla’s mouth flew open then closed again. She let out a breath

and turned to go back to her room. They could call her when they

were dressed. She didn’t need anything else to fuel her naughty

imagination.

Thirty minutes later someone knocked on her door.

“Darla? Ready to go?” Marcus asked.

“I’ll be right there.” She grabbed her purse and the grocery list,

took a deep breath, and opened the door and collided with both men.

“Whoa.” Randall grabbed her when she stumbled. “Don’t go

falling on us.”

Marcus took her hand and pulled her along behind him. “Let’s get

on the road.”

She started to climb in the back of the truck, but Marcus stopped

her.

“Might as well ride up front with us. You won’t be able to ride in

the back on the way back anyway. We’ve got a lot to get this trip.” He grabbed her around the waist and set her in the truck.

Darla didn’t have time to protest as both men slid in next to her

and slammed their doors. She was caught between a rock and a hard

place—literally. They crowded her. Marcus draped his left arm over

her shoulders along the back of the seat. She resisted the urge to relax into him. The drive was going to be a long one in more ways than

one. By the time they had made it to town, his arm was resting across her shoulders and his fingers rubbed the top of her arm.

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The little town sported two diners, a grocery store, a feed store, a

department store, a barber shop, and various other buildings along the main street. Randall parked in front of the feed store.

“Marcus and I will get what we need here. Why don’t you go on

down to the department store and find what you need there and we’ll

drive down to pick you up in say”—he looked at his watch—“an

hour. Will that give you enough time?”

“That’s plenty of time.”

She walked down past the barber shop, an accounting office, and a

diner to get to the store. She walked inside, and everyone stopped to see who had walked in. She got quite a few stares, but they soon

continued with what they were doing. She made her way to where the

jeans were and picked out two pair of jeans in her size and added

three long sleeve flannel shirts. Then she looked at the coats and

chose a blue one that had a sheepskin lining. The boots were a

different matter, though. She wasn’t sure what kind she needed.

“Can I help you?” a woman of about forty asked.

“Um, I’m not from here, but need a pair of boots that would be

good for this kind of weather.”

“Work boots or pleasure boots?”

“Work boots,” she said.

“Okay, these are the styles you want. If you’re going to be

working outside, you want one of these two. If you’re just going to

use them for getting around in, these are fine. She indicated three

boots. They all looked about the same to her, but she pulled out a pair and looked them over.

“What size do you need, hon?” the woman asked.

“Size seven and a half.” Darla squirmed when the lady frowned.

“You sure don’t look like your feet are that big.”

“Believe me, they are.” She smiled.

The lady walked to the back room and returned a few minutes

later with a box.

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“Go ahead and try them on. They run big, so I want to be sure you

can’t get in a size seven. I don’t want you to end up with blisters

‘cause they are too big.”

Darla tried them on, and they fit perfect.

“See. Told you a size seven would fit. Boots run big.” She smiled

and placed the boots back in the box.

“You’re going to need some warm socks, too. I noticed you were

gathering gear for winter around these parts. Believe me when I say

you’ll want warm socks.” The woman led her to where the socks were

and picked out five pair of thick socks.

“That about got you, or do you need anything else?” she asked.

“No, I think that has me. Thanks for helping me with the boots.”

Darla smiled at her. She liked this woman.

“Name’s Sandra Fuller. My husband and I run the store.”

“I’m Darla Moore.” She shook the other woman’s hand. She had a

strong grip.

“You’re new here.” It was a statement, but there was a question

behind it.

“Yeah, I’m keeping house for the Sanders.”

“Oh, really? They’ve been looking for someone for a few months

now. Glad they found you. You need anything, you can ask me.”

There was a calculating look in the woman’s eyes.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Darla took her purchases and walked outside. The truck was still

down the street, so she struggled with her bags and sat them down by

the back door. She wasn’t sure where to put them. The back of the

truck was full of sacks of something. She figured it would be feed of some kind.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Randall stood on

the sidewalk next to the truck.

“Did I get too much to take back?” Darla hadn’t really thought

about that and winced.

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“No, I told you we’d come get you. You shouldn’t have carried all

that stuff by yourself.” He shook his head and started loading her

things in the back seat. “Next time when I tell you we’ll come get

you, wait on us.”

“Okay,” she answered in a quiet voice. She felt about ten inches

tall.

“Randall, what are you fussing at her about?” Marcus walked out

of the feed store.

“She carried all her bags down here instead of waiting on us to

help her.”

“Damn, Darla. Don’t wear yourself out. That’s what we’re for, to

carry your stuff.” He took her hand and squeezed it. It took some of

the sting out of their fussing.

“Okay. I just didn’t see why you had to drive down there just to

pick me up. The grocery store is in the opposite direction.”

“’Cause you shouldn’t walk or carry bags,” Randall repeated.

“Come on, let’s get going.”

He picked her up and scooted her into the cab of the truck. He and

Marcus joined her, sandwiching her between them once again.

“Time for lunch now, anyway. How about the diner?” Randall

asked.

“Which one?” Marcus said.

“Kelly’s.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Darla kept quiet while they debated what to eat. She looked over

the menu, well aware they were getting speculative glances from

those eating and working in the diner.

“What will it be, honey?” A tall, skinny waitress that could have

been anywhere from thirty to fifty stood next to the booth with pen

and pad in hand.

“I’ll have the hamburger with fries,” she said.

The men both ordered the dinner plate. When it came out it was

meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. They scarfed it down in