Monroe, Marla - Belonging to Them [Men of the Border Lands 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Two hours later, she got up and set up the coffee. Then she fixed a cup of hot chocolate for herself. The men came downstairs a few minutes later dressed for the cold with thermals and long-sleeve shirts. They immediately headed for the coffee.

“Probably won’t be out as long today,” Bolton told her. “With the snow slowly melting, there isn’t as much to do.”

“Good. It will be good to have you inside. I miss you when you’re gone.”

Bolton pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss and enjoyed the warmth of his body against hers. She wished Brandon would do the same thing, but he rarely kissed her anymore.

“I’m going out to get the eggs and milk. I’ll be back in to start breakfast in a few minutes.”

“Be careful out there,” Brandon said.

“I’ll watch her,” Bolton said and pulled on his coat as she did.

“I’ll be okay, Bolton. You don’t have to come out and watch me.”

“I like watching you, though,” he confessed with a smile.

She shrugged and winked at him then, grabbed her buckets and headed out into the snow, paying close attention to how she stepped. She didn’t want to fall in the frozen snow if she could help it.

The chickens raised a fuss as they always did when she opened the coop. They refused to come out, and she spent ten minutes avoiding pecking birds as she emptied their nests. Then she poured grain on the floor, and in the trough at the back of the coop. When she closed the coop behind her, Bolton took the bucket of eggs.

“I’ll take these in for you and be right back out.”

“I’ll be safe in the barn, silly.”

“Like I said. I like to watch you.” He turned and walked toward the house.

Heather smiled and opened the barn door to the moos of their Jersey cow. She pulled off her gloves and sat down to milk her. It always took a few tries before she got it right, and was soon pulling milk without trouble. The cow turned her head and mooed at her again.

“Sorry. I wore gloves to keep my hands as warm as possible.”

“You should have let me warm them up for you first,” Bolton said as he walked into the barn.

“You startled me. Now I’m out of rhythm.”

He laughed and knelt behind her, and put his hands over hers and helped her start back. He let go of her hands and pulled her hair away from her shoulder, then bent down to suck at her neck.

Heather shivered and giggled. He was in a mood. She liked it when he got in one of those moods, but they were out in the barn, in the cold. Once she’d finished milking the cow, she stood up and bent to get the bucket. He stopped her and backed her over to an empty stall where they kept the extra horse blankets.

“I want you just like this,” he said.

He began unfastening her jeans. He pushed them down, then turned her around to the blankets and had her get on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and watched him unfasten his jeans and push them to his knees. He pushed two fingers inside of her already-weeping pussy and made sure she was ready for him. Then he plunged inside of her as far as he could make it in one push.

Heather bit her hand to keep from screaming out. The pressure was so good. He backed out and plunged again until he was all the way inside of her hot cunt.

“Fuck, you are so tight, Heather.” He continued to pummel her as he reached around and played with her clit. “Come for me, baby. I can’t last long in your tight pussy.”

Heather could feel the gathering electrical current pulsing in her clit as he manipulated it. Fire flowed through her veins as the heat gathered inside her cunt. He groaned and pinched her clit. It was all it took to send her over the edge. She bit her hand and groaned as she felt Bolton shoot his cum deep inside of her.

He huffed, trying to catch his breath. He slowly stood up and helped her to stand as well. They fastened their clothes and straightened them before looking at each other and laughing. She felt like she’d snuck away from school to have a quickie behind the bleachers. Bolton picked up the bucket of milk and they carefully negotiated the icy snow back to the house.

Brandon was nowhere to be seen. There was tomato gravy and biscuits on the stove. Heather felt guilty then. She hadn’t fixed his breakfast before he’d gone out in the snow to take care of the animals. Then she wondered if he’d heard them and knew what they’d been doing. She grimaced. What if he did? It wasn’t like he wanted to do anything with her. She put away the eggs and skimmed the milk before putting it away. She would fix soup for lunch and makesandwiches as well.

When the men came in later, she had everything ready for them. They ate, then retired to the living room to rest. She had just put on a new log, so the room was nice and toasty. She went to Brandon and curled up in his lap where he sat in one of the lounge chairs. He didn’t push her out, but he didn’t hug her, either. She refused to give up on him. Several hours later, he picked her up and sat her on the couch.

“Time to check the cows again.”

Bolton stood up and stretched. He walked over to Heather and kissed her before following Brandon into the kitchen to bundle up and head outside. She didn’t bother getting up to watch them this time. She continued sitting on the couch thinking about life and her need to please Brandon despite his obvious resistance. He’d wanted her once.What was different now?

She thought back and realized it had all started after she’d first gotten there and argued that she was just a possession to them. Had he gotten so mad at her for that, that he no longer wanted her? She hated to think it was all her fault. Why was he holding a grudge when Bolton wasn’t?

Heather was still thinking about it when the men got back for the night. She hadlet the fire die down, and realized she was cold. She hurried to add a log, then went to serve them the last of the soup and leftover biscuits from breakfast.

She hugged them both and told them she was going to call it a night and go to bed early.

“You okay, Heather?” Bolton asked.

“I’m fine, just tired today. I’ll see you when you come to bed.” She kissed him and headed upstairs.

She didn’t miss the fact that Brandon avoided her kiss by getting up to go into the kitchen. She tried not to dwell on it, but couldn’t help that it hurt just the same. She vowed to get up early enough to join him in the shower and help him bathe. He couldn’t very well push her out. At least she hoped not.

Chapter Six

Heather woke up and noticed that both men were already up. Damn, had she missed Brandon? She listened and realized someone was in the shower. She climbed out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. Whoever it was would get her attentions this morning.

She turned the corner to walk into the shower, and stopped dead. Brandon was in the shower with one hand wrapped around his jutting cock and the other squeezing his balls, jacking off. She must have made a sound, because he turned and looked at her.

“Fuck, Heather.”

“You can’t fuck me but you can jack off. That’s why you never feel like fucking me. You’ve jacked off in the shower thinking of someone else. Hell, fine. Think about someone else, but I’m not even a poor substitute. I’m not worth fucking at all.”

Brandon slapped the back of the shower stall. “It’s not like that, Heather. You don’t understand.”

“Oh, I understand. I’m nothing to you except as a maid and working around the farm. I’m not even as good as a whore. Do you have any idea how badly you’re hurting me?”

She ran out of the bathroom and pulled on her jeans without underwear, and her shirt without a bra or thermals. She swallowed back the tears and raced out of the bedroom as Brandon walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

“Heather, come back here. It’s not what you think.”

She passed Bolton on the stairs. He grabbed her arm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ask your fucking brother. I’m going to get the eggs and milk. It’s about all I’m good for.” She pulled her arm from his grasp and hurried down the stairs.

She donned her coat and scarf and gloves, and grabbed the buckets before slamming out of the house. Now the tears fell in great rivers. She could hardly see to find her way to the chicken coop. When she drew closer, she heard the birds screeching and flapping around inside. What in the hell was wrong with them? She threw open the door and the birds flew out, nearly blinding her.

“What the fuck?” Then something hit her and knocked her down.

It growled and she felt hot breath against her face. Oh, God! It was a wolf. She screamed and threw up her arms in self-defense. It latched onto her left arm and shook her. She screamed again. The wolf continued to gnaw at her. It shook her like a rag doll. Then Bolton was suddenly there, trying to pull the big animal off of her.

She heard Brandon from a long ways away telling Bolton to move. Then there was a shot, and another one. God, her arm hurt. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing in her over and over. Bolton knelt by her, yelling at Brandon to help him. He picked her up, and the pain was too much for her. Heather passed out.

* * * *

Bolton rushed her in the house with Brandon right behind him. They ran up the stairs and laid her on the bed. She was white as a sheet. Brandon cursed and pulled a knife from the bedside table to cut the coat off of her. Thank God she had it on. It had taken most of the bites, but not all of them.

“There’s so much blood, Brandon.” Bolton pulled her boots off of her while his brother cut the coat off.

“Go get all the first aid supplies we have. Everything.”

Brandon managed to get most of the sleeve off and found that she had multiple bite wounds up and down her arm. She had a few cuts on her side as well. He leaned in and sniffed. He didn’t smell bowel, so he assumed nothing had been punctured. Hell, what could he have done if it had been punctured?

Don’t borrow trouble. Concentrate on what you can do.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped her arm in it to help staunch the flow of blood. He squeezed. She didn’t so much as flinch. She should be screaming in pain right then, but instead she lay as if dead.

Just as Bolton returned with a huge box of supplies, she began to shiver.

“Ah, hell. She’s going into shock. Bolton, cover her up and put a pillow or two under her feet.”

He hurried to stuff the blanket around her, and then elevated her feet like Brandon had said. Then he stood and watched as Brandon removed the towel to see how the bleeding was.

“Shit, Brandon, what can we do?”

“Calm down, for one thing. We’ve got to sew up these cuts, but we’ve got to clean them first. I think most of the bleeding has stopped.” Brandon swallowed and prayed they could do this.

“Go get several hot, wet cloths and the hydrogen peroxide.”

While Bolton was gone, he checked the wounds for debris but found none. Thank God for the snow. It had been clean, so all they had to worry about was the saliva and teeth from the wolf, which would be dirty enough.

“What do you want me to do with them?” Bolton asked.

“Pour the peroxide all over the wounds first. Then we have to clean them with the cloths.”

Bolton poured the peroxide all over her arm. Brandon lifted it, and he poured it on the back side as well. Then they each took a bath cloth and cleaned at the wounds. Brandon made sure they got the ones on her abdomen as well. Once they had them as clean as he thought they could manage, he rummaged through the box and pulled out all the sutures they had.

“We’ve got to sew her up now, Bolton. We’ve sewed each other up, so we can do her. We need to hurry before she wakes up, because we don’t have anything to deaden her arm.”