Monroe, Marla - Belonging to Them [Men of the Border Lands 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Um, maybe. I guess. Your stitches are out, so I don’t think there is any reason you can’t.One of us has to be in there with you to be sure you don’t give out and fall.” Brandon squeezed her good shoulder.

“Maybe both of you could make sure I don’t fall.”

Brandon smothered a laugh. She was not giving up, and he realized in that moment that she had, in her own way, forgiven him. Did he need to hear the words? He wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t push it right now. Now he would just enjoy the closeness they were all three feeling.

“What is she fussing about?” Bolton seemed to wake up at the end of the conversation.

“She wants to take a shower tomorrow.”

“Umhmm, whatcha think?” Bolton’s sleepy voice was muffled by the pillow.

“I said she could with us in the shower with her to be sure she doesn’t fall.”

“Okay. I’ll wash her hair. You get to dry it.”

“That’s right, take the easy part,” Brandon half grumbled.

“Well, neither one of you have to help me. I can do it all myself,” she huffed.

“Oh, no, baby. We’re going to make sure you get squeaky clean, and are safe in the process.” Brandon laughed when she snorted at him.

“What’s so hard about drying my hair anyway?”

“Nothing. I like drying your hair,” Brandon confessed. He loved the sensual feel of it against his skin as it dried into spun silk.

“Let’s go back to sleep,” Bolton fussed.

Brandon and Heather looked at each other and laughed. She giggled, and he laughed because he didn’t giggle. It felt good. Everything felt good right then. He only hoped it would stay that way. He hoped this wasn’t just a dream, or her way of getting back at him.She could be making him feel accepted then tell him she didn’t love him anymore.

He frowned. She wasn’t like that. Heather didn’t have a vindictive bone in her body. She would never do that to him. If she was accepting him now, she would always accept him. He just had to make certain that he never gave her any reason to regret her decision to forgive him.

Chapter Ten

Three weeks later, they settled into their old routine of her working in the house and them working out on the farm. They checked in with her frequently, though. Bolton didn’t like leaving her at all now, but they had to take care of the farm, or they would be without food and shelter. They didn’t let her go out to the chickens or to milk the cow alone anymore before the sun was up. One of them always went with her. She didn’t like it, but couldn’t say much about it.

Bolton looked back toward the house from his vantage point on one of the fences he and Brandon were repairing. He longed to be there with her. But that wouldn’t happen for hours yet. They needed to make it at least halfway around the fence line today to assure they didn’t lose any more cattle.

There hadn’t been any more snow to amount to anything, so they were fairly sure spring was on the way. Spring meant a lot more work for all of them. Between calving and planting the garden, they would be hard-pressed to get everything done. They would kill a couple of cows and smoke the meat to take it to Barter Town to trade for other things they needed. Maybe next year, they would have canned goods to trade as well. They’d eaten everything out of their small garden over the winter. They would be planting a larger garden this year, since they had Heather to work in it.

Bolton jumped down from the fence and picked up the tools to move on to the next section.

“Think she’s okay?” he asked Brandon for the third time since they’d been out.

“She would fire the rifle if something was wrong. You know that.”

“Can’t help but be worried.”

“I know, but we have to work. She’s become a good shot with the rifle.”

Bolton nodded, then cursed at the rotten wood of the next fence post. “This one will have to come out. Do we still have some timbers we can use to replace it?”

“Got two left. Have to cut some more tomorrow, I guess.”

They dug the old post out and set in a new one. Then they worked on running the barbed wire to it. Bolton used the wire puller to keep the wire tight while his brother nailed the wire securely to the fence post.

“Okay, that takes care of that.” Bolton ran a hand across his forehead to wipe away the sweat. Despite the cool weather, they had both worked up a sweat.

“Only another two hundred yards to go,” Brandon teased.

“You can’t tell me you aren’t wanting to get back to her, too.”

“Nope, I want to be snug inside that tight pussy of hers, but we have to be out here. Besides, she’s busy taking care of the house.”

“Everything is okay between you two now, right?” Bolton asked as he checked a post by kicking it.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I’m lucky as hell she’s so forgiving. I don’t know what I would have done had she chosen not to.”

“What are we going to do when she gets pregnant?”

Brandon missed hitting a nail and tapped his thumb.

“Fuck!” He glared at his brother. “What did you say?”

“Unless both of us are sterile, it’s going to happen. It’s not like we miss a night between us.”

“Hell, I really hadn’t thought about it. I guess we have a kid.”

Bolton chuckled at the look of worry on Brandon’s face. He never would have thought Brandon would panic at the thought of children. Surely he wanted kids.

“Don’t you want children?”

“Yeah, I love children. I just hadn’t thought about having them. I mean we’re just getting started as a family. Hopefully we’ll have another year to settle in.”

“We’ve already been here six years now. I think we’re pretty settled by now, don’t you think, brother?” Bolton asked with his tongue in his cheek.

“Smart-ass. I mean settle as a family. We’ve had a tough time starting off.”

“I wonder what Heather thinks about kids, and if she’s thought about getting pregnant?” Bolton looked off toward the house once again.

“Ah, hell. Go check on her, but don’t stay too long. Get a quickie in if you have to, then come right back.” Brandon took his hat off and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt before resettling it on his head.

Bolton smiled and took off running for the house. He slowed up once he was in viewing distance so if she saw him running she wouldn’t think something was wrong. When he made it up to the back porch she was already outside waiting on him.

“What’s going on?” she asked with a frown.

“Nothing. I wanted to see you.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Naw, you wanted a quickie, is what you wanted. What if I said no?”

“Aw, baby. Don’t say no. I ran all the way here just to get in that hot cunt of yours.”

She sat her hands on her hips and mustered up a stern look. “Is that all I am to you? Somewhere to put your dick?”

“No, baby. I love your cooking, too,” Bolton teased.

He growled and picked her up, carrying her in the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. She laughed all the way as he nipped at her chin and earlobes.

“Put me down, right now.”

He complied by dumping her on the bed. She bounced then laughed and scrambled up to the top of the bed to hold on to the headboard.

“That’s right. Hold on, cause I’m going to fuck you so good you’re going to need something to hold on to.” Bolton started unfastening his jeans after slipping out of his boots.

At the sight of him undressing, he watched her pink tongue slip out and lick her lips. He loved that she enjoyed sex as much as they did. He peeled out of his thermals and grabbed her legs to pull them down. She squealed and halfheartedly fought him. He managed to get her boots off and her pants unfastened and halfway to her knees.

“Bend over and let me fuck that hot little cunt of yours, baby.”

“Bolton, you say the most romantic things to me.” She giggled and rolled over to give him what he asked for.

“I’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while Brandon fucks you tonight.”

“Not if you’re both doing it at the same time.” She dropped a bombshell on him.

“What did you say?”

“You play with my ass all the time, but you’ve never taken me that way. I want to know what it feels like to have both of you inside me at the same time.”

“Baby, are you sure?” Bolton’s cock grew harder, if that were even possible.

He and Brandon had often talked about it, but never brought it up to her again, because they didn’t want to push her into anything she didn’t really want. Brandon would be in heaven if he knew he was having this conversation. He knew what it would feel like to be in her at the same time as his brother. She’d be so tight, it would literally squeeze the cum from their dicks.

“I’m sure, Bolton, or I wouldn’t have brought it up. I’ve been daydreaming about it for weeks now. Can you convince Brandon for me? You know he won’t do anything he thinks might hurt me. He’s still holding back fucking me. I can tell.”

“If you’re really sure, I’ll talk to him. Hell, I’ll convince him, but you have to be sure, baby. You know it will sting and burn some at first.”

“Nothing can hurt any worse than getting mauled by a wolf and then sewed up by a couple of farmers.”

“There is that,” Bolton said with a grin.

“So you’ll talk to him for me?” she asked with a pout.

“I’ll talk to him. Now turn around and give me that wet pussy. You’re all but dripping over there. I’m about ready to shoot my load just thinking about it.”

Heather giggled and turned back around. Bolton lined his straining dick up with her juicy slit, and pushed all the way in her with one long shove. She was so freaking wet. He slid right in. She moaned and began wiggling her ass.

“Move, Bolton. Do something.”

He grabbed her hips and began pumping his cock in and out of her hot cunt. Her pussy squeezed around him as he started to pull out each time, as if resisting losing him. He tunneled in and out of her over and over until he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer. When she reached between her legs, he figured she was going to finger her clit to make herself come, but instead, she tugged gently on his balls. That was all he needed. He shot her pussy full of cum with a loud roar. Never had he come so hard or so long. How in the world had she thought about that?

“Jeez, baby. That was awesome,” he was finally able to say in a wheezy whistle.

She lay on her side, grinning.

“You didn’t come though, and that’s not acceptable.” Bolton stretched out beside her and began fingering her clit. She gasped and grabbed hold of his head.

“Suck my nipples, Bolton.”

He latched onto one of them and began sucking. He used his other hand to pinch and pull on the other nipple. It wasn’t long before she was rising to meet his hand as he fingered her slit and rubbed over her clit. Then her eyes rolled back and she screamed her release. Bolton smiled, and wondered if Brandon had heard her. He wouldn’t be worried because he knew Bolton was with her.

“I can’t get enough of you, Heather.”

“I can’t get enough of either of you. I think about you whenever you’re gone, and can’t wait for you to get home. Do you think of me when you’re out in the field or in the barn?”

“Hell, why do you think I’m here? Couldn’t get you off my mind. Brandon and I fought over who got to come home and who had to stay and work the fences.”