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one reason. Besides needing to relieve herself, she needed to get

downstairs and start breakfast. If she were going to be sleeping with them, they were going to have to let her out of bed on time.

Darla took Marcus’s hand off her pelvis and pushed it over her

waist and toward him. Then she slowly inched her way down

Randall’s body toward the foot of the bed. He groaned and opened

one eye.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a sleepy, raspy voice.

“The bathroom,” she answered.

“Um-hmm,” he said and let her continue her path to the end of the

bed.

Marcus never woke up. After finishing up in the bathroom, Darla

made her way downstairs to the kitchen where she immediately

started coffee. She checked the time and found she was a little over

forty-five minutes ahead of schedule. She stretched and yawned

before fishing out makings for waffles. She’d found the waffle iron in the back of one of the cabinets one day when she was looking for a

large skillet. She pulled out sausage and cut off seven pieces. That

should be enough for them, she decided.

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When the coffee finished dripping, she poured a mug and sat at

the kitchen table sipping it and musing over the last few days. She’d gone from homeless to having a home complete with two men who

wanted to share her. How had it all happened? She supposed she was

lucky in some respects and others worried her.

She stood up and crossed to the back door to look out of the glass.

She could feel the cold seep in around the door as she looked out the window at the blowing snow. It was nearly impossible to see the barn

from where she stood in the warmth of the kitchen.

How would they ever find it?

“You left us in bed,” Marcus complained behind her.

Startled, she spun around and gasped. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. Snowing hard out there?” he asked.

“It’s blowing pretty hard. How in the world can you find your way

to the barn and back?”

“We stretched rope from the barn to the house so we can follow it.

Then there is a rope from the barn to the fence where the water

troughs are. The men in the bunk house did the same thing. It is the

easiest way to make sure you don’t wander off in the snow and get

lost. You wouldn’t last a day in that mess.” He poured a cup of coffee and smiled when he sniffed of it.

“You know how to make coffee. That’s great. Nothing worse to

me than a weak cup of coffee.

“I like it sort of strong. I’m glad you like it that way.” Darla

crossed to the kitchen to start breakfast. “Is Randall up yet?”

“Yeah, he’ll be down in a minute.” He strode over to the bar and

sat down on one of the stools. “You got the waffle iron out. Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Yep, waffles for breakfast. Would you mind getting out the syrup

so it can start to warm up?”

Marcus jumped up and got the syrup from the fridge. About that

time, Randall walked in. He walked over to Darla and, hugging her

from behind, nuzzled her neck.

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“Morning, baby.”

“Good morning.”

“Next time you get up, wake one of us up with you,” he said.

“Why? You need your sleep.”

“’Cause we don’t like to wake up hugging each other,” Marcus

said with a smirk on his face.

Darla burst out laughing. The thought of the two men embracing

each other and waking up to find themselves like that sent her into

another peal of laughter.

Randall and Marcus exchanged grins. Darla realized it was the

first time she’d actually laughed in a very long time. It wasn’t a

chuckle but a full-out belly laugh, and the men seemed to like it.

“Okay, I’ll wake one of you up, although I don’t know what’s

wrong with hugging each other. You are brothers.”

“He-men don’t hug other men,” Marcus groused.

Darla busied herself making batter and frying the sausage. In no

time at all she had it on the table. The men dug in as she fixed her

own plate and ate with them. As soon as they were through, she

cleaned up the kitchen. The men piled on the clothes and headed out

to the barn to check on the horses and break the water in the troughs.

She couldn’t conceive of a place where you had to string rope to find your way back and forth. It amazed her.

She emptied the boys’ rooms of dirty clothes and washed and

dried them. She needed to keep up with the laundry in case they lost

power. The morning flew by, and she realized when it neared the

lunch hour that they hadn’t come back inside. She instantly got

worried. A bit uneasy, Darla made sandwiches, placing them in

zippered bags to keep them fresh. Then she opened a couple of cans

of vegetable soup to warm them up on the inside when they got back.

At a quarter of one, she heard them stomping their feet on the

back porch. They piled inside the warm kitchen, bringing in the cold

with them. Randall closed the door and began peeling off a couple of

layers of clothes with Marcus doing the same thing.

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“Ah, man. She fixed soup with our sandwiches, Randall.” Marcus

hurried over to the stove where she was dipping soup into the bowls.

“Take yours and Randall’s for me,” she said.

Marcus leaned in and kissed her neck.

She jerked back nearly knocking the soup pan off the stove.

“Don’t do that! Your nose is like ice.”

Marcus laughed, taking the bowls and heading for the table. She

heard a defiant snort from Randall, who was already sitting at the

table waiting on them. He had unwrapped his sandwiches and poured

a glass of tea.

“I’ll make some coffee real quick,” Darla said.

“Come eat first,” Randall insisted.

“It will only take a second. You can unwrap my sandwich for

me.” She hurried over to the coffee pot and poured the already

measured water into the reservoir and turned it on.

“See, only a second.” She slid into her chair and smiled as the

men started eating.

They had waited on her. It was sweet of them. How would she

ever manage to leave when the time came?

“What are you thinking so hard about? You have frown lines on

your face,” Marcus said.

He dipped his sandwich into the hot soup and took a large bite out

of it.

“Nothing really.” She smiled brightly at him and returned to

sipping her soup.

“It looked…”

Randall interrupted him. “This is really good. Thanks for making

the soup. It helps to warm up.”

“It’s just store-bought soup, but I figured you would like

something warm after being out in that weather all morning.” She

risked a look at Marcus, but he seemed engrossed in his meal.

After they were finished with lunch, they piled into the living

room to check the weather. Marcus added another log to the fire and

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they all curled up on the couch together waiting on The Weather

Channel to give them a clue about how bad the storm was going to be.

“We managed to get about everyone in closer to the barn. I’m sure

we missed someone, but at the best count we were on target,” Randall

told her.

“I’ve never asked, but do you raise horses, too?” She had been

curious about that ever since she had arrived.

Marcus spoke up before Randall could swallow his food.

“We don’t raise them as a business, but we do foal about three

mares a year and either keep them or sell them once they get old

enough. We do a lot of riding around here. Have to use snowmobiles

in the winter but during the spring and summer a horse is the best way to get around out here.”

“Some people use motorcycles when the weather is nice, but the

upkeep for only being able to use them a couple of months a year just isn’t worth it to me. You can’t ride them when it’s rained too much or while the snow is melting. It’s too muddy,” Randall added.

“I’ll take you to look at the horses as soon as the weather clears up enough you can walk out there. Then when spring gets here, you can

see the foals as they’re born. They’re cute as a button when they’re at that wobbly, young age,” Marcus said.

“Do you know how to ride, Darla?” Randall asked.

“I’ve ridden before a few times, but only on a trail with a guide.

I’m afraid I’d fall off of a real horse ride.” She smiled shyly and

concentrated on watching the TV.

“We’ll teach you as soon as it’s pretty enough. You have to know

how to ride around here. You never know when you’ll need to get on

a horse.”

Marcus shushed them. “The weather is on.”

They sat in silence as the weather man danced around the nation

before centering in Montana and the snowstorm just beginning to

make itself known. Randall turned the sound up, and they all listened as nearly two feet of snow was predicted. The low was dipping well

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below them, bringing freezing air down from Canada to drop their

temperatures well below zero for the next several days.

“Well, hell,” Marcus said. “We’ll be stuck here for at least a week

unless we take the time to plow down the drive.”

“And that’s assuming the city will attempt to plow the highway

from there to here,” Randall added.

Marcus squeezed her thigh. “I think we can find something to do,

though,” he said.

Darla nearly squealed when Randall’s hand snaked up to rub

lightly over her breasts. Her nipples pebbled immediately. It didn’t

take much from these two to turn her on in a big way. It sounded like they planned to spend a lot of time in bed. Was she up to it? Oh, yes.

Was it a good idea? Probably not.

Speaking of which, Randall rose from the couch dragging her

along with him. She heard Marcus stand up behind her. The three of

them walked toward the stairs. Every step caused friction between her legs as her clit peaked out from beneath its hood in anticipation of

more to come.

As soon as they made it into the master suite, Randall pulled her

into his arms for a scorching kiss. His mouth ate at hers as his tongue twirled and tickled hers in the process. They seemed to be moving and she realized he was walking them backward toward the bed. When the

back of her legs hit the bed, she nearly fell. She had to climb into the bed as it was so tall. Instead, Randall pulled back from their kiss and picked her up. He gently laid her in the bed.

Marcus already had his shirt and jeans off and was kneeling in his

thermals next to her. He bent down and kissed her with as much heat

as his brother had earlier. He licked along the seam of her lips then when she opened them, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth to

tickle and tease with his tongue. He nipped it then kissed it. She

couldn’t stop the moan when he closed a hand over her breast and

squeezed. She needed more contact.

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Darla loosened her hands form Marcus’s hair to unbutton her shirt

with shaking hands. The buttons eluded her time and again till another pair of hands began helping her. She sighed into Marcus’s mouth and

ran her hands inside his thermals to rub along his washboard abs. Skin to skin she rolled his thermals up to his armpits and struggled to pull away so she could finish undressing him.

“Easy, baby. Let’s undress you first,” Randall said.

He tugged her shirt out of her pants, and Marcus took over pulling

it off of her. Randall worked on her belt and then her jeans. Soon they had her naked and shivering in the slightly cool room. Randall

bundled her into bed so she would be warm while they stripped the

rest of their clothes off.

“Damn the cold and having to wear these dang thermals. They’re

hard as hell to pull off in a hurry,” Marcus muttered.

Darla couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Is the house on fire?” She giggled.

“Can’t wait to get my hands on those sweet tits,” Marcus

answered.

Randall slid into bed only seconds ahead of Marcus. They turned

to her and immediately began touching and petting her. They each

took a breast and sucked her hard nipples into their hot, wet mouths

swirling their tongues all around it.

Marcus suckled hard at her breast as Randall teased it with his

tongue. She shuddered when they both pulled back and blew across

them.

“Aren’t they just the prettiest pair of tits you’ve ever seen?”

Marcus asked Randall.

“I don’t think they come as pretty as these. Dusky rose and ripe

for the plucking.” He proved it by pinching them between his thumb

and forefinger, drawing it out until she groaned.

“You like that, don’t you, Darla? You like a little pinch now and

then.” Randall dropped kisses over her breasts, then moved lower

under the covers toward her weeping pussy.

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They hadn’t touched her there and already it was sopping wet.

Marcus moved to the head of the bed and pulled the pillow from

behind her head so it lay flat on the bed. Then he positioned his hard cock at her mouth.

“Suck me, baby. Swallow me down.” Marcus slowly fed his

erection to her, letting her get used to it.

Darla dipped the tip of her tongue deep into the slit and was