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her nose and walked ahead of them.

Once in her bedroom, Marcus ran a bath and turned on the jets. He

spooned in a little of her bath salts. Randall let her slide down his
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body until her feet were firmly planted on the floor before he let go of her. He swatted her bare bottom before he turned around and headed

out the door. Marcus followed him.

Darla eased into the hot water and sighed once she was

completely submerged. The water felt wonderful to her now sore

muscles. Some of them she hadn’t used like that in a long time. She

quickly bathed then relaxed for a few more minutes until the water

began to cool. She let the water out and turned off the jets. By the

time she was ready to step out of the tub, Marcus was in the bathroom again holding a towel out for her. She took the towel, but he didn’t relinquish it. Instead, he toweled her dry himself. Once her skin was rosy and dry, he led her back into the bedroom.

The sheets were pulled back and Randall lay on top of the bed

gloriously naked. Hell, they weren’t finished. She would surely be

sore tomorrow. She turned and looked over her shoulder to find

Marcus removing his boots.

Randall held out his hand. “Come to bed, sweetness.”

Darla hesitated then climbed into the bed. He pulled the sheets

and blanket over her. Then the bed dipped behind her, and Marcus

grasped her by the waist and pulled her up against him.

He pulled aside her hair and whispered in her ear. “Go to sleep,

baby. Tomorrow might be a long day.”

Darla laid awake long after the two men fell asleep, Randall’s

back to her with her arm pulled over his side and his hand holding

hers. Marcus’s front was plastered to her back. He had a possessive

hand over her pelvis. She’d never really slept with anyone other than her ex. He’d usually slept on one side of the bed and her on the other.

They didn’t cuddle after sex. This was new to her, nice but new.

Finally, she relaxed into their embrace and slipped into sleep.

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When Darla awoke the next morning, the men were already up.

She rolled over to look at the clock and found it was after eight. She shot up out of bed. She’d slept way past time to get breakfast. They would be furious with her for not doing her job. Oh no.

It took her less than five minutes to dress and get downstairs. A

dirty pan sat next to the sink and a cold coffee pot with a note propped up in front of it.

We let you sleep. Figured you needed it after last night. See you at
lunch. Randall is out with me. Marcus

She let out a long breath. Maybe they weren’t mad after all. She’d

better get busy. She had a lot to accomplish in so little time. First thing, she needed coffee. After coffee, she scrubbed the pan and the

stove. Then she put a load of her laundry into the washing machine

and started a big batch of chili for dinner tonight. She pulled out a roast and stuck it in the crock pot. If they ended up without power, she would have plenty of food for a few days. When lunchtime rolled

around, she fixed sandwiches and wrapped them in cellophane to keep

them fresh. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before they made it

in.

She decided to check the weather and walked outside on the back

porch. She peered up at the sky and noticed the clouds were rolling in.

A chill spread over her as a gust of wind blew in from the north. She stepped back inside and rubbed her arms up and down to warm back

up. Five minutes later, Marcus and Randall came stomping inside

pulling off coats and gloves. They hanged them up and then went to

the back room to wash up.

When they came back, Marcus planted a kiss on her lips and

Randall squeezed her.

“How are you feeling?” Marcus asked.

“I’m fine. You shouldn’t have let me sleep in like that. You didn’t

get a good breakfast to go out in the cold like that.”

“Already acting like a mother hen.” Randall laughed.

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They sat down at the table and unwrapped their sandwiches.

When they dug in, Darla sat down with them and ate the one she

made for herself. She’d already eaten one that morning to replace her breakfast.

“Depending on the weather, we might be out later tonight than

usual, so don’t get worried if we aren’t right in,” Marcus said around a mouthful of sandwich.

“I’ll start a fire before I go back out,” Randall said. “Can you put

a log on it every once in awhile?”

“Sure, as long as they aren’t too heavy. We had a fireplace when I

was a teenager, and I helped Dad with it.”

“I’ll make sure to put small logs in the box for you.” Randall

finished his second sandwich and got up from the table. He donned

his coat, hat, and gloves and headed out to the wood.

“Remember, no going outside for any reason. Not even on the

porch.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

She heard Randall come in the front door then go back out again.

“I’m going to man the door so he doesn’t have trouble getting in

with his arms full.” Darla started toward the living room then turned back around. “Be careful out there, Marcus.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” He walked over to the hooks and began

dressing to go back outside.

Darla helped Randall with the wood by opening the door for him

until he had enough to last the day. He laid the fire and started it.

Then waited around to be sure it would start up fine.

“Remember, keep it going. You don’t have to keep a roaring fire,

though.”

“I will. You be careful out there.”

He smiled and pulled her into a hug, then kissed her long and

hard.

“I’ll be just fine, sweetness.” He let her go and left.

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There was plenty to do to keep her busy the rest of the afternoon.

It started snowing around two and was blowing in by three-thirty. She couldn’t help worrying about them and wondered if they were cold.

She kept the fire going knowing they would definitely be cold when

they got back. Five turned into six, and still they weren’t back. By quarter of seven she was nearly frantic with worry.

Finally a little after seven, she heard them stomping off their boots outside the back door. She ran to the kitchen and opened the door to

let them in. They began unbundling and cursing the cold. Frigid air

wafted off their coats as they hung them on the hooks.

“I’m so glad you’re back. I was worried something had

happened.”

“Aw, baby. I told you not to worry,” Marcus said and wrapped her

in his cold arms.

“Ooh, you’re cold. Go stand by the fire before you touch me.”

Randall laughed. “Okay, okay.” He followed Marcus into the

living room and stood before the fire.

Darla called into the living room after them. “I’m going to get the

cornbread going so you’ll have a hot meal to help warm you up.

We’re having chili. Hope that is okay.”

“Sounds wonderful. Chili is perfect for this weather,” Marcus

called back.

“Give me twenty minutes and it will be ready,” she called back.

“We’re going to jump in the shower.” Randall walked back into

the kitchen and kissed the back her neck.

“Okay, but don’t take too long.”

Once they’d finished eating and the dishes were taken care of,

Darla found herself ensconced between the two men once again on

the couch. This time they watched the weather on The Weather

Channel. It looked like they were in for a good amount of snow.

“What about the animals?” she asked.

“We moved all of them we could close to the barns and put out

plenty of hay. We’ll have to go out and break the water a few times a
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day and put out more hay as they need it. The hands will do most of

the work, but we’ll have to help.” Markus hugged her close to him.

Randall searched out her hand and twined their fingers together. It

felt so good—so right being there between them. How long would it

last, though? She kept reminding herself not to let her heart get

involved. She’d only have it broken again.

After the ten o’clock news and weather, they moved to the

bedroom where as soon as they hit the door, they began stripping off

clothes. It was almost comical the way they threw back the covers and climbed in.

“You’d better hurry up and get underneath the covers or you’re

going to freeze,” Randall said.

“I’m wearing socks to bed. My feet nearly froze last night.”

“Socks won’t get in the way, so that’s fine.” Marcus waggled his

eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes and changed socks before undressing and

jumping into bed, barely missing Marcus. He grabbed her and rolled

on top of her. His erection pressed into the
V
of her legs.

“Know what we are going to do to you?” he asked.

“What?” She bit her bottom lip.

“Fuck you until you scream.”

Her womb contracted at the coarse language. For some reason it

didn’t bother her coming from them. He rolled to the side and bent

over to take a nipple into his mouth. Randall took the other side. They suckled then crammed all of her breast that they could into their

mouths before backing off and sucking at her again. She felt the burn inside her as her arousal built.

One of them pressed a finger to her clit and applied pressure then

let up, He applied pressure again, and she wiggled her hips to keep it there.

“Grab her leg, Marcus.” Randall did the same, and they spread her

out between them, anchoring her legs with theirs.

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They both trailed their hands down her abdomen to her pelvis and

then lower. Each of them teased at her opening then before she could

catch her breath, they plunged inside of her. Two fingers, one rough

with calluses and one with only a hint of them. The rasping drew her

breath in as she felt that peculiar quickening in her chest. Marcus

manipulated her clit until she was squirming beneath them.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Randall asked.

“Let me come. Please, I need to come.” She couldn’t believe she

was begging them. They had reduced her to that.

Randall threw back the covers and positioned himself over her as

Marcus continued to manipulate her clit. Randall fisted his cock and

guided it to her opening. With one thrust, he seated himself inside of her. She screamed at the suddenness of it. Her orgasm roared through

her as he tunneled in and out of her. She squeezed at him, trying to

keep him inside each time he withdrew. He pistoned in and out of her

until she felt the telltale signs of another orgasm building inside her.

She chanted over and over again, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“I can’t hold off any longer. Now, Marcus,” Randall rasped out.

Marcus pinched her clit between his fingers even as Randall

called out his release. Darla had no choice. She screamed out as she

came long and hard. Breathing seemed nearly impossible as Randall

slowly pulled out of her and rolled to the side. Much to her surprise, Marcus replaced him and turned her over on all fours. He placed a

hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down until her face

was against the bed.

He forced his way past swollen tissues until he was fully seated.

Then he set a slow pace that soon began to speed up. She felt his balls slapping against her clit with each punch of his cock. He squeezed her ass cheeks then parted them only to squeeze them together again.

Randall began stimulating her nipples then sucking on them while his

other hand found her sensitive clit once again. He didn’t rub over it.

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Instead, he pressed it rhythmically with each thrust of Marcus’s cock within her.

Soon she felt the burning again and couldn’t believe she was

going to come again. It was too much. Her pelvic muscles were sore

and tired. But, sure enough, she began to climb as Marcus pushed in

and out of her. She began to come, and she felt Randall squeeze her

nipple and twist while he applied direct pressure to her clit. She

hollered out, already hoarse from the previous two orgasms. As she

hollered, Marcus pushed against her anus with his thumb and it

popped inside of her before it even registered what he was doing. The pain threw her over harder than before, and she collapsed to the bed with only Marcus’s hands, dick, and thumb holding her ass in the air.

He slowly withdrew and fell to the bed gasping for breath. Darla

wasn’t sure she would ever be able to breathe again. Her raspy

breathing could be heard over Marcus’s own noisy breaths. Then she

felt the wetness between her legs and stilled. Oh, God. One of the

condoms had broken. She jumped from the bed and ran to the

bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped in even before it

warmed up. She scrubbed, knowing it wouldn’t help.

Randall and Marcus followed her into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” Randall demanded.

“The condom broke! I’m not on birth control.”

“Well, shit,” Marcus said. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Randall groaned. “I don’t know whose it was. We’ve both already

gotten rid of them. Come on out before you freeze to death. It will be okay, sweetness.” Randall bundled her up in a towel and rubbed.