his cock as he drew closer. When he began to come,
Randall propped one hand against the tiled wall in the back of the
shower and rose up on his toes as ribbons of cum shot from his dick
onto his hand and belly.
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Sighing, he rested his head against the cool tiles before back into
the spray and turning around to wash away the evidence of his relief.
Now he was ready to go to sleep, he thought. After drying off, he
walked back into the bedroom and climbed back into bed. When he
scooted closer to Darla spooning her from behind, she yelped.
“You’re like a block of ice. Where have you been?” she asked in a
raspy whisper.
“Sorry, I took a shower. I couldn’t sleep.”
She seemed to be thinking about this before she answered.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
“For what?” he asked.
“For not taking care of you after Marcus. I left you needing to
come, didn’t I?”
“It’s okay, Darla. I don’t have to come every time Marcus does,
and he isn’t going to complain when he doesn’t come. The one thing
that has to happen is you have to climax each time. You’re the one
who is important here.” Randall brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck beneath her ear.
“Now go to sleep.” He squeezed her then buried his face in her
neck and slowly fell asleep.
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83
Chapter Seven
Early the next morning Darla awoke between the two men.
Sometime during the night she had thrown her arm over Randall’s
chest and now had her head resting on his shoulder. Marcus spooned
her from behind with one arm over her waist.
How in the world was she going to extract herself from between
them without waking them up? She needed to get up for more than
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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Marla Monroe
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
Randall propped one hand against the tiled wall in the back of the
shower and rose up on his toes as ribbons of cum shot from his dick
onto his hand and belly.
82
Marla Monroe
Sighing, he rested his head against the cool tiles before back into
the spray and turning around to wash away the evidence of his relief.
Now he was ready to go to sleep, he thought. After drying off, he
walked back into the bedroom and climbed back into bed. When he
scooted closer to Darla spooning her from behind, she yelped.
“You’re like a block of ice. Where have you been?” she asked in a
raspy whisper.
“Sorry, I took a shower. I couldn’t sleep.”
She seemed to be thinking about this before she answered.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.
“For what?” he asked.
“For not taking care of you after Marcus. I left you needing to
come, didn’t I?”
“It’s okay, Darla. I don’t have to come every time Marcus does,
and he isn’t going to complain when he doesn’t come. The one thing
that has to happen is you have to climax each time. You’re the one
who is important here.” Randall brushed aside her hair and kissed her neck beneath her ear.
“Now go to sleep.” He squeezed her then buried his face in her
neck and slowly fell asleep.
Wild Montana Nights
83
Chapter Seven
Early the next morning Darla awoke between the two men.
Sometime during the night she had thrown her arm over Randall’s
chest and now had her head resting on his shoulder. Marcus spooned
her from behind with one arm over her waist.
How in the world was she going to extract herself from between
them without waking them up? She needed to get up for more than
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.
84
Marla Monroe
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
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