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no time. She still had half her hamburger to eat. Marcus reached over and snagged a fry off her plate. She scowled at him, but it ended up in a smile at his innocent look. How could she resist their playful antics?

Once they finished lunch, Randall paid the bill, and they climbed

back in the truck and drove down to the grocery store. All three of them got out this time. She had hoped to do the grocery shopping on

her own. How was she supposed to do her intimate shopping with

them along?

She decided to try something. Once they got inside, she split the

list three ways and handed each of them a section.

“Get your baskets and we’ll meet up front when we get

everything.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Marcus said with a salute.

She shook her head and looked at Randall.

“That okay with you?” she asked.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” He strode off with Marcus to

grab grocery carts and brought her one as well.

Darla tackled her list quickly so she could hurry up and get to the

aisle with personal items. She had just picked out her tampons when

Marcus and Randall both came around the aisle from opposite ends.

“I found her,” Randall said.

“No, I found her first.” Marcus grinned. “Thought I’d find you

over here.”

“What are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet up

front,” she all but whispered.

“You seemed to have the biggest part of the list, and we were

worried you would need more buggy space,” Randall explained.

Marcus picked up her tampons and looked at them. Then he

walked over to where they were on the shelves and picked up two

more boxes.

“That isn’t enough. We never know when or how big a snow will

be. We might not get back down the mountain for a long time.”

“What else is on your list from here?” Randall asked.

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“I don’t believe you two!” she exclaimed. “Can’t you give me

some privacy?”

“We’re living under each other’s noses. Don’t see any reason to

be all secretive about it.” Marcus spread his hands.

“Fine.” She walked over and picked up two more items with her

chin in the air and dropped them into the basket. “Now I’m ready.”

She led the way to the checkout stand.

They had another argument over who paid for what. It

embarrassed the hell out of her, so she gave in just to get out of the grocery store without burning up in shame. The men pushed the

buggies, insisting that she wait inside until they had the groceries loaded in the truck. Marcus came back inside to claim her.

“Ready to head back to the ranch?”

She was more than ready. The checkout girl had been giving her a

serious stare the entire time she had been standing there. No, it was more than staring. She’d been shooting daggers at her. Maybe she

didn’t like outsiders in town. She noticed the way she watched

Marcus, though, and decided it was jealousy. The girl had designs on

Marcus. She smiled knowingly at the girl and turned around to walk

with him out the door.

The trip back was made much like the trip out had been. Marcus

draped his arm along her shoulders this time without starting out on

the back of the seat. She tried to relax, but still found it disconcerting.

What were they doing to her? She couldn’t help getting aroused when

they touched her. It must have something to do about the dream and

then how they were dressed that morning. She had to get hold of her

hormones before she did something that would mess up the wonderful

job she had. It really was the answer to her prayers. She just couldn’t lose the job.

Once they were back at the ranch, the men unloaded the groceries

and her things. She put them away while they backed the truck up to

the barn to unload the feed. She hoped they got some of the hands to

help them. She went upstairs and put away her things next.

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After she had everything put away, she warmed up the stew and

made more cornbread. She left it in the oven to stay warm until the

men came inside. It was getting dark by the time they walked in the

kitchen and hung their hats on the pegs by the back door.

“Go get cleaned up. The stew and cornbread are ready.”

“I can smell it,” Marcus said.

The two men left to clean up but returned minutes later. Darla

dished up three bowls of soup. Then she cut the cornbread and put it

out on the table along with the butter.

“You didn’t give yourself near enough stew,” Randall said.

“I’m not that hungry. The hamburger earlier filled me up.”

“You’re going to find out you need all the fuel you can get in you

to stay warm. Plus, you work hard. The living room and hall are

spotless. Don’t think it has ever been that way before.” Marcus dipped his cornbread in the stew and bit into it with relish.

“I’ll keep up my strength. I promise you. You two treat me like

I’m a weakling. I’ll have you know I can hold my own.”

“It’s different here. The winters get rough, and you’re going to

need more meat on your bones.” Marcus wagged his spoon at her.

“Okay. I give up. I’ll eat more, just not tonight. I’m really still

full.”

“Good enough,” Randall said.

They finished the meal in silence, and when she got up and rinsed

out her bowl, Randall and Marcus did the same.

“Hurry and finish the dishes and sit in the living room with us for

awhile,” Marcus said.

“Oh, I think I’ll call it a night. I’m a little tired.”

“You can rest for a little while in the living room with us.

Randall’s going to start a fire. You’ll like that.”

Randall laughed for some reason. She furrowed her brow at him.

“Okay. I’ll be in there in a few minutes.” Darla gave up and

agreed.

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Thirty minutes later she sat on the couch with her feet under her

and a blanket around her courtesy of Randall. She really wasn’t cold, but it felt good. Marcus fooled with the fire some then, seemingly

satisfied, sat next to her on the couch. Randall took the chair across from the couch. When Marcus eased closer and draped his arm along

the back of the sofa much as he had in the truck earlier, Darla began to get nervous.

Marcus and Randall talked about horses and cows between them.

Darla kept quiet listening to them in a sort of daze. It felt odd sitting there listening to them. If it weren’t for Marcus’s hand rubbing along her shoulder, she would be comfortable as if she were at home.

Marcus squeezed her. “What are you thinking about so serious?”

“Oh, just thinking about how nice this is.” She realized they might

think more considering Marcus had his arm around her. “I mean the

fire and all. I love fireplaces.”

“Glad you like it, baby,” Marcus said.

Darla turned to ask him why he called her baby and found herself

being kissed. It wasn’t a gentle kiss either. He devoured her mouth.

He kissed differently than Randall, she thought. He sucked in her

bottom lip, and when she cried out, he plunged his tongue inside her

mouth and teased along hers. His teeth nipped at her lower lip then

soothed it with his tongue. He kissed her as if he wanted to drink her down. She fought to breathe around the kiss. When he finally leaned

away from her, she was panting.

Oh God. What was going on? She risked a glance in Randall’s

direction and found him smiling, a look of lust on his face. Eyes,

heavy lidded, met hers.

“Kiss him back, Darla,” Randall said.

“How can you say that? You kissed me yesterday.” Darla was

totally confused at what was going on.

“I like watching you with him. I’m so hard now I could pound

nails.”

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Darla stared with her mouth open as he rubbed at the obvious

bulge in his jeans with one hand.

Marcus turned her face to him with one finger. “Look at me. Kiss

me.”

“I don’t understand. What do you want from me?” she cried.

“You. We want you, Darla.” Marcus guided her toward his mouth.

He kissed her, and she lost the battle to stay neutral. She met his

kiss with her own. She sucked in his lower lip and teased it with her tongue. Then she probed his mouth when he opened to her. She

sucked on his tongue, and this time he moaned. It spurred her on. His mouth tasted so good. She pulled away from his kiss and found his

ear. She sucked the lobe into her mouth and bit it. Then found the

pulse at the bend of his neck and kissed it, running her tongue over it.

“Feel what you do to me.” Marcus took her hand and placed it on

the bulge in his jeans. His cock filled her hand through his jeans. She raked her nails over the material, and he groaned.

“You’re killing me,” he said. “I’ve got to have you.”

Darla came to herself with this. What was she doing?

“What’s going on? I don’t understand.”

Randall suddenly appeared behind her, rubbing her shoulders and

neck. He moved her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck.

She scrunched up her shoulders. She was ticklish there.

“We want you, Darla. Not just for tonight, but for every night.”

Marcus pushed into her hand where it still sat squeezing his cock.

“Both of you?”

“Yes, both of us. We want to share you,” Randall murmured next

to her ear.

* * * *

Marcus watched the play of emotions across her face, fear, worry,

arousal, curiosity. Finally, she seemed to settle on nervous curiosity.

He hid a smile of triumph. They would have her. She hadn’t screamed

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outrage and jumped to her feet to leave. Hope blossomed inside of

him. He looked over at Randall and saw the same thing in his

brother’s eyes. She was perfect for them. Now they just had to prove

it to her.

“Share me? Like a toy? I’m not a toy. I’m a human being.” Her

voice cracked on the last.

“One who turns us on like a hundred watt light bulb,” Marcus

responded.

“A sexy, desirable woman we want to make love to.” Randall ran

a hand down her arm to clasp her fingers.

“It’s wrong. I mean, we don’t even know each other. You don’t

know anything about me.” Darla pulled away from them and stood

up.

Marcus stood, too. “We have all the time in the world to get to

know each other.”

“Winters are hard here, but they’re long and empty without

anyone to share them with.” Randall stood up. “Share them with us.”

“You’re asking me to have sex with both of you. Do you know

how crazy that sounds?” she asked.

“Not any crazier than our family is. Randall and I’ve known we

would share a woman since we were in high school. We’ve always

been attracted to the same woman. It made dating pure hell back then.

Now, we’re ready for someone to settle down with.” Marcus ran a

hand through his shaggy hair.

“We think that someone is you,” Randall added.

“I…I’m going to bed. Alone.” She eased from between them and

left them standing in the middle of the living room floor.

* * * *

“She’s not immune to us,” Randall said.

“I hope we didn’t scare her off and she’s packing her bags even as

we speak.” Marcus flopped down on the couch again.

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“I don’t think so. She’s confused and scared, but she’s curious,

too. She just needs some time.”

Marcus hoped his brother was right. He wanted her with a

vengeance and not just for sex. He wanted her to be part of them. He

wanted to wake up each morning with her sandwiched between him

and his brother. The idea of watching her eyes open to a new day

warmed his heart. They needed to back off some and let her get used

to them.

“She needs to feel comfortable around us. It’s only been a couple

of days. Let’s give her a little room for now.” Marcus watched

Randall pace in front of the fireplace.

“I guess you’re right. Part of me wants to hold her and comfort

her, while part of me wants to bend her over and bury my cock inside

her.”

Marcus hid a grin. Randall wasn’t saying anything he wasn’t

feeling himself. His big brother was more to the point than he was. He would have to temper his bluntness around Darla. First they had to get her to relax around them, though.

“Patience. I think it’s going to take lots of patience,” Marcus said.

“Yeah, I get that. I’m just a little short of patience where she’s

concerned.”

“Well you’re going to have to find some. If you don’t cool it

some, we’ll lose her.”

Randall growled. “She’s not going anywhere without us, that’s for

damn sure.”

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Chapter Four

Darla rose the next morning long before time to get up. She hadn’t

been able to sleep, plagued by erotic dreams of two men and one

woman. She’d tossed and turned until she finally rolled out of the bed and took a shower to wash away the cobwebs. The new boots were a

bit tight and stiff with the thick socks on, but the sales lady had assured her they would stretch and loosen up over time. She pulled

her hair back in a ponytail to keep it out of her eyes and crept down the stairs to the kitchen.