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There was plenty to do to keep her busy the rest of the afternoon.
It started snowing around two and was blowing in by three-thirty. She couldn’t help worrying about them and wondered if they were cold.
She kept the fire going knowing they would definitely be cold when
they got back. Five turned into six, and still they weren’t back. By quarter of seven she was nearly frantic with worry.
Finally a little after seven, she heard them stomping off their boots outside the back door. She ran to the kitchen and opened the door to
let them in. They began unbundling and cursing the cold. Frigid air
wafted off their coats as they hung them on the hooks.
“I’m so glad you’re back. I was worried something had
happened.”
“Aw, baby. I told you not to worry,” Marcus said and wrapped her
in his cold arms.
“Ooh, you’re cold. Go stand by the fire before you touch me.”
Randall laughed. “Okay, okay.” He followed Marcus into the
living room and stood before the fire.
Darla called into the living room after them. “I’m going to get the
cornbread going so you’ll have a hot meal to help warm you up.
We’re having chili. Hope that is okay.”
“Sounds wonderful. Chili is perfect for this weather,” Marcus
called back.
“Give me twenty minutes and it will be ready,” she called back.
“We’re going to jump in the shower.” Randall walked back into
the kitchen and kissed the back her neck.
“Okay, but don’t take too long.”
Once they’d finished eating and the dishes were taken care of,
Darla found herself ensconced between the two men once again on
the couch. This time they watched the weather on The Weather
Channel. It looked like they were in for a good amount of snow.
“What about the animals?” she asked.
“We moved all of them we could close to the barns and put out
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day and put out more hay as they need it. The hands will do most of
the work, but we’ll have to help.” Markus hugged her close to him.
Randall searched out her hand and twined their fingers together. It
felt so good—so right being there between them. How long would it
last, though? She kept reminding herself not to let her heart get
involved. She’d only have it broken again.
After the ten o’clock news and weather, they moved to the
bedroom where as soon as they hit the door, they began stripping off
clothes. It was almost comical the way they threw back the covers and climbed in.
“You’d better hurry up and get underneath the covers or you’re
going to freeze,” Randall said.
“I’m wearing socks to bed. My feet nearly froze last night.”
“Socks won’t get in the way, so that’s fine.” Marcus waggled his
eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes and changed socks before undressing and
jumping into bed, barely missing Marcus. He grabbed her and rolled
on top of her. His erection pressed into the V of her legs.
“Know what we are going to do to you?” he asked.
“What?” She bit her bottom lip.
“Fuck you until you scream.”
Her womb contracted at the coarse language. For some reason it
didn’t bother her coming from them. He rolled to the side and bent
over to take a nipple into his mouth. Randall took the other side. They suckled then crammed all of her breast that they could into their
mouths before backing off and sucking at her again. She felt the burn inside her as her arousal built.
One of them pressed a finger to her clit and applied pressure then
let up, He applied pressure again, and she wiggled her hips to keep it there.
“Grab her leg, Marcus.” Randall did the same, and they spread her
out between them, anchoring her legs with theirs.
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They both trailed their hands down her abdomen to her pelvis and
then lower. Each of them teased at her opening then before she could
catch her breath, they plunged inside of her. Two
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