STORY EXCERPT

She stood with her hands on her hips and viewed the shelves. She checked her watch and found she had maybe another thirty minutes before she would need to get supper ready. That gave her plenty of time to rearrange the jars so that they made sense to her. She climbed back up to the top of the ladder and began moving jars back down. A sudden noise startled her. She turned too quickly on the ladder and lost her balance. She cried out but found instead of hitting the floor as she expected to do, she landed in warm arms.

“Damn it! You could have killed yourself standing on a ladder that high up.” Randall held her against his chest.

“You startled me. I was fine until you snuck up behind me.” She glared up into his frowning face.

“I ought to paddle your ass for getting on a ladder in the first place. Next time you need something that high you ask me or Marcus for help.” He still didn’t put her down.

“You can let me go now.” She looked up into his eyes. There was something about the way he was looking at her now that caused her heart to speed up.

He let her slowly slide down from his arms. Her body touched his all the way down, and she felt the bulge of his stiffened cock against her belly. Oh God. He bent down and cradled her face between both hands.

“I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want this, say something now.”

She couldn’t make a sound.

His mouth descended on hers. It was a feather of a kiss that slowly evolved into a full mouth orgy. He nipped at her lips until she opened her mouth and welcomed him inside. His tongue coaxed hers to play as he teased her mouth and nibbled on her lips. She pulled away gasping for breath. He let her, but didn’t let her out of his embrace. At some point his hands and made their way to her ass and held her tight against him.

She licked her lips and gazed up at Randall. Her face flamed at the realization she’d returned his kiss. She pushed against him, and he let her go. She didn’t stop until she’d climbed the stairs from the basement and made it all the way to her room. How was she supposed to face him again?

There was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Darla?” Randall called.

Her hands went to her lips. She could still feel him there. They felt swollen and hot.

“I’m sorry, Darla. I shouldn’t have done that. I couldn’t help it. You could have been hurt. I—” he stopped.

She hesitated for an instant then opened the door and peered out. He stood leaning against the door jam, a worried look on his face.

“It’s okay. Let’s just forget it happened.” She drew in a deep breath and walked past him toward the kitchen. She still had supper to tend to.

He didn’t follow her, for which she was exceedingly grateful. She assumed he returned to the office to finish what he was working on. Thirty minutes later, the sun set and Darla had cornbread in the oven. She’d just pulled it out when Marcus strode in. He hung his hat on the hook and washed his hands in the sink.

“Hi, Darla. I’ll go grab Randall, and we’ll be right in to eat. It smells great.” He disappeared through the door.

Several minutes later the two men returned and took their seats at the table. Marcus looked around and then stood back up and went to the cabinet and got out another bowl, then silverware and placed it on the table at the head. He frowned at her and sat back down.

“You eat with us,” Randall said without looking at her.

Darla sat down and joined them in passing the stew and then the cornbread. She managed to eat some of it, but found it difficult to swallow around the lump in her throat. The tension at the table could have been cut with a knife. Finally, Marcus took his bowl to the sink and rinsed it out. Then he took her totally by surprise and bent down and kissed her full on the lips.

“That was delicious. Thanks for cooking it.” He stood back up and strode out of the room.

What in the world was going on? Why were they acting like she was more than just a housekeeper?

“Is something wrong? You’re frowning awful hard.” Randall took his bowl to the sink and sat it with the others.

“Um, no. I’ll just clean up then go to bed if you don’t need anything.”

“No, we’re fine.” He started to turn around then stopped. “We’ll leave at dawn in the morning. Don’t bother with breakfast. We’ll get something in town.”

Darla stood with trembling legs and cleared the table, putting the stew in the refrigerator. There wasn’t any cornbread left. She would need to make more next time to be sure they had gotten enough. Next time…was she really thinking about staying after everything that had happened? Where else could she go? She felt at home here almost from the beginning. She touched her lips once again. She felt the beginnings of heat low in her belly. Surely she wasn’t sexually attracted to either of them? Her face heated. Or both of them.

She started the dishwasher and headed to her room. She would take that nice long soak in the tub before she went to bed. She needed it. She would be sore tomorrow and still have a long ride to make it through. Hopefully, she wouldn’t dream of them again tonight.

The water felt divine as she lay back in the huge tub. The jets pounded a soothing massage on her sore muscles. She sank beneath the water until just the tips of her nipples poked out from the frothy water. The cool air pricked at them, and they beaded. Her imagination had Randall playing with them. Then Marcus licked at them until she nearly cried out. She started in the water and sat up. What in the world was she doing?

Darla let the water out of the tub and stepped out. She dried off quickly since it was a little chilly after the hot water in the bath. She slipped into her sleep shirt and underwear and huddled beneath the covers. Exhaustion soon lured her into sleep, and the dream started almost immediately.

ADULT EXCERPT

As soon as she relaxed, Marcus began to draw circles on her jean-clad leg. She stiffened again for a few moments, but soon relaxed into that as well. He grinned to himself and looked over her head to Randall. His brother nodded his head in silent agreement. They would at least get her undressed tonight. One little step toward having her in between them in bed.

Randall turned her face toward him and kissed her. Marcus watched as Randall took her mouth. His cock grew harder at the sight of her flushed face. When she pulled away and turned toward Marcus, he stared at her well kissed, swollen lips. His hands went to the buttons of her flannel shirt. He flicked them open one by one. Her face grew pink when he pulled out the tucked shirt and finished unbuttoning it. Randall pulled it slowly off her shoulders but not off her arms. Instead, he pulled the shirt tight and tied her arms behind her back. It thrust her breasts out in the front.

Dusky nipples could be seen through the white bra she wore. He flicked the clasp on the front and peeled back the cups of her bra until it slid down her arms to add to her bindings. He’d been right. Dusky plums hard and peaked waiting for their touch. He flicked a finger over each of them. She shivered. Randall reached around her and palmed her breasts, offering them up as if for sacrifice. Marcus leaned in and licked around her nipple without touching it. She moaned. He changed sides and did the same to the other one.

They peaked and pebbled for him. He blew a soft breath across them. Once again she shivered. Marcus slipped off the couch and pushed her back against Randall’s lap. He bent over her and drew in one nipple and nibbled on it followed by the soothing touch of his tongue. Randle repeated the act on the opposite breast. They fingered them then licked and pinched them until she squirmed against Randall’s lap.

Marcus scooted down, licking his way from her breasts to her belly button. He dipped into it then continued down to the waistband of her jeans. He nipped at her exposed stomach then unbuttoned them and unzipped them in a quick movement. He pushed his hand down into her jeans to find her hot and wet.

“Son of a bitch. She’s wet,” he told Randall.

“Get her out of those jeans,” his brother rasped.

Marcus laughed and began pulling her boots off. He got them off with a grunt then proceeded to working the jeans down her body and off her legs. He teased her and him by playing around the edge of the white utilitarian panties until he could stand it no more and jerked them down her legs. He could smell her arousal.

She moaned when he spread her legs and settled himself between them. He blew across her pussy before kissing her there. Then he separated her lips and rasped his tongue up her slit.

“Oh man, she tastes like honey.” He grabbed one of her hands from where they had her bound with her shirt and bra and ran one of her fingers through her slick opening. Then he raised it up to Randall.

“Taste.”

Randall drew her finger into his mouth and sucked it, making a humming sound.

Marcus let Randall hold her hand to his mouth while he returned to the delicious bounty before him. He licked and ran his tongue up and down her slit without touching her clit. He wanted her wild before he let her come. Over and over he teased it. Then he stuck one finger inside of her and searched out her G-spot. She came up off the couch jerking her hand from Randall’s grip.

“Oh, God!” she cried out. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you feel good, sweetness. Just relax and let us pleasure you,” Randall crooned.

He sucked on one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other one and was rewarded with her free hand grasping his arm in a death grip. He chuckled and continued his assault on her breasts

Marcus slid in two fingers and pumped them in and out of her as he licked and nibbled at her sweet pussy. She shuddered and moved her hips, trying to get his tongue on her sweet spot. He laughed against her, and she groaned. He began fucking her with his fingers in earnest and licked all around her clit. When she was wild with need, he sucked in her clit and tongued it with the flat of his tongue.

Randall pinched both of her nipples at the same time.

She came unglued around them.