Monroe, Marla - Their Border Lands Gift [Men of the Border Lands 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

He walked into the bathroom and quickly stripped before stepping into the shower. He had brought another pair of thermal bottoms to sleep in. As soon as he had cleaned up and dried off, he stepped into them. He walked out of the bathroom and headed for the bed. When he nudged her with his hand to get her to scoot over some, her eyes flew open and she yelped.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting into bed. Scoot over.”

“You’re not sleeping with me!” She tightened her hold on the covers.

“Listen, Kate. It’s going to get very cold in here in another couple of hours when the sun goes down. You can’t sleep in this bed alone. All we’re going to do is sleep. I need to rest before Marcus comes in and wakes me up to watch Mike for a few hours while he sleeps. It’s going to take all of us over the next few days to keep your brother alive. Do you understand? You’ve got to rest while you can, Kate.”

“I understand, but I don’t know you,” she whispered, near tears again.

“Just sleep, Kate. That’s all.”

She stared up at him for several seconds then slowly backed across the bed to let him climb in.

“You’re getting the spot I already warmed up,” she complained.

Bruce chuckled and pulled her over almost on top of him. “Lay your head on my shoulder and go to sleep, Kate.”

She lay stiff as a board for a long time before she finally relaxed and fell asleep. Bruce ran his hand lightly over her hair and curled his fingers in it. He couldn’t believe she was there in the bed with him, in his arms. His cock knew it, though. He sighed. If she woke up and felt his dick pushing against her belly, she would scream bloody murder.

Bruce drew in her scent and rested his chin against the top of her head. She felt so right there next lying on him. He stiffened his jaw. He wasn’t going to let himself fall in love, though. It hurt too much when the one you loved was gone. And they always left. Either voluntarily or through death. His mother had left. His first wife had left. Then Irene had been killed. No, it was better if he didn’t take that step again.

He breathed in her essence once again and let himself drift into sleep.

* * * *

Marcus stood up and stretched. It was time to wake up Bruce and let him take his place watching over Mike. So far the man was alive and holding his own, barely. He was running a low-grade fever, but nothing major so far. The last time he had checked the wound and changed the dressing, it looked pretty good. If he could make it through the next twelve hours, he had a fighting chance.

He walked into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee for Bruce. He would need it to wake up and stay awake for the next four or five hours. Marcus was looking forward to climbing into bed. Not just for the sleep, but also because it meant being near Kate. His cock stirred. Fuck! He couldn’t think about her without his dick getting ideas.

He poured a cup of coffee and, after looking in on Mike one last time, carried the coffee upstairs to wake Bruce. When he walked into the bedroom, it was to find Kate burrowed into his brother’s side like a little rabbit, seeking the warmth of his body. Marcus looked relaxed and at peace for the first time in a long time. Kate would be good for them if they could convince her they would take good care of her.

Despite her brother having given her to them, neither of them would take her without her agreement. They didn’t force women to share their bed. Seduce, though, was a different matter. If she could be seduced, they would figure out how.

She was lovely to look at lying there wrapped up in his brother. From her honey-blonde hair to her gently rounded belly to the flare of her plump hips, she exuded sex appeal, and she didn’t even know it. That was part of her allure. She had no idea how beautiful she was to them. God knows they had tried to keep their attraction a secret since they had thought she was married. Now, knowing otherwise, they were free to make it known to her.

Marcus moved further into the room and sat the coffee cup on the bedside table on Bruce’s side. He leaned in and whispered to the other man.

“Bruce? Wake up. Coffee’s on.”

Bruce woke without moving a muscle other than his eyelids. He looked up to see Marcus squatting next to the bed and sniffed the air. He started to roll out then realized he had someone next to him. Confusion crossed his face then was gone in an instant, almost as if it were never there.

“Move slowly and she might not wake up,” Marcus suggested.

Bruce drew in a deep breath and slowly extracted himself from her body before climbing out of the bed. They both held their breath as Kate’s face wrinkled up as if unsure what was going on. Then she settled back down without opening her eyes. Her breathing slowly evened out once again.

Bruce zeroed in on the coffee and took a sip.

“How’s he doing?”

“Holding his own. Has a low-grade fever, but nothing to worry about just yet.” Marcus began undressing. He needed a shower.

“I’ll keep watch. If he starts spiking a good one, I’ll start sponging him down.” Bruce took another sip of the coffee then sat it down to get dressed.

“I’m heading for a shower. Wake me up if you think he’s getting bad.”

“Will do.”

Marcus padded naked into the bathroom and closed the door so as not to wake up Kate. She needed as much sleep as she could get to deal with whatever the next day brought. If they were lucky, it would be a recovering Mike. If they weren’t…well, they had done their best for her and him both.

Marcus turned on the shower and adjusted the water to a bearable temperature. When he stepped in beneath the spray, he sighed. Crusted blood from hours before began to soften and sluice away. He lathered up and scrubbed to make sure he got rid of it all. Rinsing off, he thought about Kate and what having her there with them could mean. Bruce was taken with her despite his denial over the past months. It was evident in the way he had treated her since they had saved her and, hopefully, Mike from their attackers.

Yeah, Bruce would bond with her. He just didn’t know if he would let himself love her. Marcus had been too young to remember their mother leaving them with their abusive drunk of a father. Then his first wife had left him for another man. He had said when Irene had been killed that he would never let another woman have his heart just to crush it when she left.

Bruce started to get out of the shower, but he realized he still had an erection that would get in the way of sleeping. If Kate were to wake up and see his throbbing cock, she would probably run screaming from the bedroom. No, he needed to take care of it first.

He lathered his hands with soap for lubrication and ran his hand down the length of his dick before squeezing and sliding back up again. He thumbed the rim of the mushroom head then ran the palm of his hand over the top and squeezed his way back down again. His cock ached for the warmth of woman to sink into instead of merely his hand.

He pumped his cock with a firm grip, thinking of Kate’s mouth stretched wide around his cock. Her plump lips would be swollen from his kisses as she swallowed his dick, taking him to the back of her throat.

The warm water rolled down his back as electrical impulses gathered at the base of his spine. He pulled faster as he imagined Kate letting him hold her head while he face fucked her. She would trust him not to hurt her. He never would. He could see her eyes dark with arousal as he thrust his cock in and out of her wet mouth. Marcus’s balls began to draw up as he grew closer to climaxing. He reached between his legs and cupped them in his hand.

Faster and tighter, he tugged on his dick, imagining now sinking into her tight cunt over and over again. Fire burned down his spine and ignited his balls. Cum boiled in them as he pumped his hand up and down his cock.

Just as he imagined shooting his seed inside of Kate’s hot cunt, he erupted, cum shooting from his dick to the floor below. He threw out a hand to catch himself against the shower wall.

“Fuck.”

He cleaned up and got out of the now cooling shower to dry off on shaky legs. If he came that hard just thinking about her, God only knew how hard he’d come once he was inside of her. His ass cheeks were sore from squeezing as he came.

Once he had his breathing under control, Marcus eased out of the bathroom into the bedroom in hopes of not waking Kate up before he was in the bed with her. He pulled on a pair of thermal underwear knowing she would balk at having a completely naked man in bed with her. Marcus slid beneath the sheets and backed up to her. She instantly sought his warmth and snuggled to his back. He briefly thought of turning over and pulling her into his arms, but he dismissed that thought, figuring she would wake up.

The feel of her breasts mashed against his back stirred his cock once again. He nearly moaned out loud at the thing noticing. He was going to end up with a fucking hard-on after all. Then he grinned. The fact that she aroused him so easily was good. He only hoped that one day she would be aroused by them just as easily.

Marcus settled down and let sleep take him. He knew things were bound to be rough over the next few days. He wanted to be ready for whatever happened.

Chapter Seven

Something tickled Kate’s nose. She twitched it, but it didn’t go away. She brushed at it and found her hand against something warm and hairy. Instantly her eyes opened and focused on the fact that she was nearly on top of Marcus’s chest. She panicked and started to move. Hands came out and held her still.

“Easy, Kate. Your knee is in a very tender spot right now,” Marcus said in a tight voice.

“Oh. Um, what do I do?” She registered that her knee was squashed up against his balls.
Thank God he has on underwear
.

“Just ease back. Then you can move. Just don’t put any pressure on that knee until you’ve moved back.” Marcus slowly let go of her arms.

Kate slipped her leg back and then pulled herself off of his chest. She had basically crawled on top of the poor man. It was a wonder he had been able to breathe. The intimacy of their positions wasn’t lost on her. She just hoped he didn’t get any ideas. God knew she had grown wet thinking about how close they had been.

That thought went right out the window when he threw off the covers and stood up beside the bed. He held out his hand to help her up. There, standing out in front of him against the thermal pants in all its pride and glory, was the largest cock she’d ever seen. Well, not seen exactly since it was covered, but damn it was big. She blushed at the realization that she had been staring at it. She risked a glance up and sure enough Marcus had noticed by the lopsided grin on his face.

Kate scowled at him and marched into the bathroom ahead of him. She was sure he had wanted it first, but she wasn’t going to stand around waiting on him to gawk at her less-than-decent attire.

“Kate, I’ll leave something for you to wear on the bed once I’ve gotten dressed.”

“Um, thanks. That would be good,” she managed to get out around the knot in her throat.

She took her time in the bathroom making sure to give Marcus plenty of time to come back and leave whatever he planned before she ventured outside the bathroom. She didn’t want to run into him again without being fully clothed. God, she had slept with both him and Bruce in next to nothing. She shivered at the thought. Part of her could acknowledge that she had enjoyed it, but the other part of her was appalled at her attraction to them.

She cracked the bathroom door and snuck a peek to see if the promised clothes were waiting on her. Sure enough, a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt lay across the foot of the bed. There was no sign of Marcus or Bruce, so she hurried out of the bathroom and changed clothes. The sweatpants were much too long, but she was able to roll up the legs so she wouldn’t trip and fall. She did the same thing to the sleeves. She had to pull the ties on the warm-ups extra tight to keep them up.

Satisfied with her appearance, she quickly made the bed and took the stairs down to the living room where Mike was on the couch in front of a roaring fire. He looked pale and gaunt in the flickering light.