Monroe, Marla - Their Border Lands Gift [Men of the Border Lands 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (20 page)

Marcus walked them outside to their truck and then returned as Kate washed up the cups. He looked excited. For that matter, Bruce looked happy about something as well.

“What is it?” she finally asked when she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Kate. I’m sure Leigh said something to you. What do you think?” Bruce asked her.

Surprised, she opened then closed her mouth again. What should she say?

“I think it’s a great idea. It would free you up to work without worrying about me, and I would get to visit with the other women some.” She shrugged and grinned.

“I figured you would like the idea.”

“You have to admit, it has merit,” Marcus said.

“It will take at least one more family for it to be efficient.”

“Do you think they will get the others to do it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Some of them are sure the wolves have moved on.” Bruce shook his head.

“Even if they have, I think it’s a good idea.” Marcus wrapped his arms around Kate and pulled her back against him.

“Hey, let me finish drying the dishes.” She reached for the last cup and after wiping it off, pulled Marcus behind her to the cabinet to put it up.

“There, you’re finished. Let’s go to bed.”

“We haven’t finished with the cattle, yet, Marcus,” Bruce reminded him.

Kate leaned her head back and stuck out her tongue. He quickly sucked it into his mouth and teased her with his.

“Fuck you two. Go to bed. I’ll tend to the last of the chores.” Bruce shook his head and laughed as he pulled on his coat and boots. “I’ll be back in another hour.”

Marcus walked Kate toward the living room and the stairs. He pushed her up them as she laughed and tried to pull away from him. Once they reached the top, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. They fell together on the bed and began pulling off each other’s clothes.

Sex with Marcus was always fun and light or serious and sensual. With Bruce it was intense. He was always in control. Kate loved both of them and enjoyed their differences, but she especially liked it when they took her together. For a few minutes in time, they were joined, and no one was in control.

“I love you, Kate,” Marcus said as he slowly entered her.

“I love you, Marcus.” She drew in a deep breath as he filled her tight pussy with his hard cock.

He took her slow and deep with each rasp of his dick touching every part of her before it bumped against her cervix and shot pleasure down her spine. Slowly and methodically he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy.

“I can’t get enough of you, Kate. God, you’re so addicting.”

Her juices coated his balls as he tunneled in and out of her, over and over in slow, measured thrusts designed to drive her higher and higher into ecstasy. With every thrust, she was sure it would be the one to send her screaming into orgasm, but still he pushed on.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He licked a long line from her neck to her shoulder and bit her as he slowly picked up his speed.

Sweat dotted his forehead as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into her wet cunt. She held on to him, desperate to come now. She felt as if it would forever be out of her grasp now that he’d drawn it out for so long. Then he reached between them and tapped her clit as he bit her shoulder. She screamed as her orgasm exploded over her.

Nothing prepared her for the intense feeling of love she had for Marcus right then. He’d made love to her, showered her with attention and praise. Still, she wanted more. She wanted Bruce’s love. She wanted to feel him deep within her when he said he loved her.

“I’m wasted,” Marcus complained good-naturedly.

“So am I.” She giggled then turned over in the bed and snuggled up to his back.

They lay like that for a long time, just dozing, until the opening of the door downstairs reminded them that Bruce would be wondering where they were. It had to have been over an hour now.

“Are you two still in bed?” he called up the stairs.

“I’m sorry, Bruce. I’ll fix something to eat now.” She grinned at Marcus and rolled out of bed to get dressed.

“You’re both in hot water for wasting the day away in bed.” Bruce was climbing the stairs.

“Hurry, up, Marcus!” Kate pulled on her T-shirt without bothering with a bra. She had all her clothes on when Bruce walked into the bedroom.

He shook his head and began pulling his off. “I’m going to take a shower. There better be something to eat on the table when I get downstairs, you two.”

He slapped at her ass as she sprinted past him.

“Don’t run down the stairs, Kate,” he called after her.

Kate giggled and quickly walked down the stairs. She was bound and determined to get something for him to eat on the table before he made it downstairs. Marcus followed close behind her.

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“Get out of my way.” She slapped at his hands when they reached out to pluck at her nipples. The cool air in the house had them standing at attention. “Go on. Get out of my way.”

He snuck in a kiss before hurrying into the living room. She heard the front door open and close.
He must have gone out to put a log on the fire
. She waited for him to return. When he didn’t, she worried and walked to the front door. When she looked out, he was nowhere to be seen. She opened the door and called out to him, but he didn’t answer. She stepped out onto the porch and listened. Still she could hear nothing. Then a twig snapped. Her mouth went dry, and her throat clogged with fear. She jumped back into the house and closed the door.

She ran around to the back to see if Marcus was out there, and there he was with the ax in his hand, walking toward the front door. He saw her looking out at him and waved. She waved back and worked at calming her racing heart. He would have known if there were wolves around. She was imagining things.

She swallowed around the slowly dissipating lump in her throat and started a boiler of soup. It was already made. She just had to warm it back up. She made crackling bread and sighed in relief when Marcus finally walked back in the house.

“Everything all right out there?” she asked.

“Everything’s fine. Why?” He hung up his hat and coat.

“Just wondering. I have soup and crackling bread to eat. Do you think that will be okay with Bruce?”

“Bruce will let you know after he eats it.” He stepped into the kitchen with still damp hair, wearing clean clothes.

After dinner, they gathered in the living room to talk and enjoy the fireplace. When Marcus went to get another log to put on the fire, Kate stopped him.

“Be careful. I think the wolves are still out there.”

Bruce sat up and looked at her. “Why do you say that, Kate?”

“I just get this feeling that they are out there watching and waiting for us to make a wrong move.”

“I’ll watch for you, Marcus. We need to be especially careful at night.” Bruce stood up and followed his brother to the door. After picking up the rifle, he opened the door and stood just outside waiting on Marcus to get the wood and bring it inside.

“Go ahead and get several logs, Marcus, so we will have them in the morning.” Kate figured she could start the fire that way when she got up to start breakfast.

Once he had stacked three additional logs near the fireplace, they closed the door and Bruce put the rifle back where it belonged.

“I think it’s time for us to go to bed. Kate, do you need to do anything in the kitchen first, baby?”

“No. I’m finished in there.”

“Come on, then. I’m thinking of a word. Can you guess what it is?”

“Does it start with an
S
?” she asked, playing along.

“You got it, baby.”

Chapter Sixteen

“What makes you think this is going to be the last snow of the season?” Kate asked Bruce.

“Just know. It probably won’t last more than a couple of days, either. Just enough to be a nuisance, but not enough to do any real damage.” Bruce grinned at her.

“Well, if it’s the last one, I’ve got to make a snowman.” She hadn’t played out in the snow much at all over the winter because of the threat of the wolves and the fact that the men needed to work when they were out in the cold.

“We’ll see, Kate. Depends on the weather. I’m not having you out in zero degree weather with the wind blowing. You’ll catch your death like that.” Bruce kissed the side of her face and continued to look out at the slowly falling snow while he drank his coffee.

Marcus walked down the stairs still tucking his shirttail into his jeans. He zipped and buttoned them when he reached the living room. Kate walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“If Bruce says it’s okay, I get to make a snowman later. You want to be my model?”

“Sure, baby. I’ll be your model. If it doesn’t snow any more than he thinks it is you won’t be making a tall, dark, handsome one like me, though. You’ll be making a short, squat one like Bruce.”

“I heard that, brother.”

Kate giggled and let go of Marcus to get him a mug of coffee, too. She returned from the kitchen with it a few seconds later to find them deep in conversation. She frowned but left Marcus’s cup on the coffee table and returned to the kitchen. She looked out the window and watched as the snowflakes grew bigger and fell faster. Maybe there would be enough snow after all. She clapped her hands together and rummaged around in the pantry for an old carrot and some ruined potatoes for eyes. She cut the last one up to make his mouth.

“Kate, baby?” Bruce called her from the other room.

She hurried into the living room to find them waiting on her.

“If there’s enough snow before dark, you can build a snowman. I’m going to go take care of the cattle now, so we can both stay out there with you.”

“Thanks, Bruce!” She threw her arms around him and kissed him.

“How about a little more than that,” he teased. She laughed and rubbed her body against his rising dick.

“I’ll take good care of that when we finish playing in the snow,” she said with a wink.

“Yeah, an hour out in the snow will have my balls so blue they’ll never thaw out again,” Bruce complained.

Kate laughed and ran back to the kitchen to fix something for dinner. She decided on a thick stew that could simmer while they were outside. She used deer meat this time and plenty of potatoes and carrots as well as a jar of her tomatoes from the garden. Once it was simmering on the stove, she hurried to look out the kitchen window. She was excited to see that it was snowing hard now, and there were at least four inches on the ground, judging from how much the porch steps were covered.

Nearly an hour later, Bruce and Marcus walked back inside, shaking off the cold and the snow on her kitchen floor. She quickly mopped it all up and fixed them some hot cider to warm them up.

“Looks like a good six inches or more out there, Kate. Should be enough for you to make a decent-size snowman.” Marcus took his mug and sipped the concoction.

“Remember, you follow our directions and don’t get out of our sight,” Bruce said.

“I’ll stay right where you put me,” she promised.

They warmed up by the fire in the living room then everyone put their coats and gloves back on to go outside. Kate shoved her feet down in the boots and realized they were a little too big for her for some reason. They had been fine earlier in the season. She must have stretched them.