Part 3 (2/2)

”He can't tell me who I can and can't hire, either,” Drew pointed out.

Brett stomped over to his truck and climbed in. He backed out of the s.p.a.ce and then slung gravel all over the yard as he peeled out of the drive.

”You okay?” Marshall asked as he s.h.i.+elded her from the stinging gravel.

”You got the worst of it. I'm fine. Thanks for not losing your temper. It doesn't help with him,” Drew said, climbing back onto the porch.

”I'm not some hot-headed kid. I know when to keep my cool.” Marshall climbed the steps behind her.

”Thanks for fixing that step. It was going to get someone hurt. I just haven't had the time to do half of what needs doing around here.” Drew brushed back a tendril of hair that had come loose from her ponytail.

”It'll take some time, but we'll get everything done. The house needs painting, but that will have to wait for spring.”

”Come on in and have a cup of coffee. I have cookies baked.”

”I thought I smelled something good when I was turning the horses out,” Marshall said.

He watched as she fixed the coffee. She favored her arm, but the bandage looked like it was dry and clean. It still amazed him that she'd been running this place with just Kenny for all those years. Most women would have sold out long before now. She said she wanted a home. That meant something to her. It meant a h.e.l.l of a lot to him and Jeb. But what were her reasons? He knew his and Jeb's. They hadn't had a real home since they'd been in their early teens.

When the coffee was ready, she poured him a cup and handed it to him. Their fingers met on the cup, and he felt the electricity pop across their fingers. He knew she had felt it by her sudden intake of breath. He looked up and saw it in her eyes as well. She swallowed and pulled back, letting him take the coffee cup. Then she opened a plastic bowl filled with sugar cookies.

”You can have three, but that's all,” she said with a mischievous smile.

”Will you slap my hand if I take more than three?” he asked.

”You never know.”

Marshall laughed and pulled out three cookies then reached in and took out one more. He handed it to her.

”Did you kiss them all?” he asked.

Her brows furrowed, a puzzled expression on her face.

”Isn't that how you make sugar cookies, kiss them to give them sugar?” Marshall teased.

”You're flirting with me, Marshall.” Drew shook her head with a shy smile.

”That was my intention.” Marshall took a step closer, pinning her back against the cabinet.

He leaned in and sat his coffee cup on the counter. He didn't touch her with his hands. He just leaned in and looked down at her face. There was no fear in her eyes as he bent over and slowly closed the distance between them. His eyes searched hers for any sign she wanted him to stop. Finding none, he took her lips in a soft kiss. He licked along her lower lip then sucked on it. When she opened to him, he slid his tongue in along hers, teasing and tempting her to play. He slanted his head and took more control of the kiss when she didn't balk or pull away. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel his need.

Marshall's c.o.c.k was rock hard and straining in the confines of his jeans. He wanted her with a vengeance, but he wouldn't take her without Jeb. He'd tease her and pleasure her if she'd let him, but he wouldn't f.u.c.k her without Jeb there to help.

When he pulled back, they both stared into each other's eyes, panting for breath. She looked at him with a question in her eyes. He smiled and nipped at her chin with his teeth.

”Let me take care of you, Drew. I'll take real good care of you if you'll let me.”

”It's been a long time for me, Marshall,” she whispered.

”Too long,” he agreed.

When she didn't protest, Marshall picked her up and carried her to the stairs and up them to the bedroom. He slowly removed her s.h.i.+rt then unhooked her bra and stared in wonder at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They were perfect. Her nipples were already pebbled and hard. He leaned in and licked one with a long, slow slide of his tongue. Drew whimpered.

”You smell like honeysuckle,” he whispered.

He circled the other nipple with his finger then pulled at it. When she arched her back with need, he knew it wouldn't take much to send her over.

Marshall licked then sucked each nipple before kissing and nipping his way south. When he reached her jeans, he reasoned the boots had to come off first. Once those where dealt with, he unfastened her jeans and pulled them down her long, lean legs. Her thighs were strong from gripping a horse when she rode. Would they grip him the same way? He couldn't wait to find out. She wore panties that matched the bra he'd removed. He inched them down her body and off her feet before kissing her belly just above her mound. When she whimpered, he smiled and blew across the curls at her apex.

”Please, please,” she begged.

”What do you want, Drew?” Marshall asked, just inches from her sweet p.u.s.s.y.

”I don't know. I want you to touch me,” she pleaded.

He shouldered her legs farther apart and spread her p.u.s.s.y lips with his fingers. She groaned. He swiped his tongue across her c.u.n.t and hummed his appreciation.

”You taste like fresh mountain rain,” he told her.

”Please, more.”

He grinned and set to licking her from her a.s.s to her c.l.i.t and back down again. He circled her c.l.i.t with his tongue but avoided licking directly over it. He wanted to drag it out as long as he could. The longer she lasted, the greater the pleasure would be in the end.

Marshall teased her slit with one finger as he lapped at the honey sliding from her hot c.u.n.t. When he f.u.c.ked her shallowly with his finger, Drew tried arching her back to gain a deeper penetration, but he backed off when she did. Whimpering, she thrashed her head back and forth. He pushed his finger in deeper and slowly began pumping it in and out of her tight c.u.n.t. She groaned.

When he added a second finger and began curling them inside her, looking for her hot spot, she cried out.

”Yes.”

”Do you like that, baby?” Marshall found the spot he was looking for and felt her shudder all over as he stroked it.

”Oh, G.o.d,” she whimpered.

He began licking her closer and closer to her c.l.i.t until he felt her p.u.s.s.y muscles begin to quiver. He began to pump in earnest and latched on to her c.l.i.t and rode her o.r.g.a.s.m as she bucked and screamed.

d.a.m.n, he'd forgotten she was a screamer, he thought with a smile. Hopefully no one was close enough to hear her and worry.

He slowly eased from her and climbed up the bed to kiss her. She didn't balk at the taste of her own juices on his lips. She kissed him back.

”Thank you,” she said in a breathy voice.

”My pleasure, ma'am.” He pulled her sheet over her and sat on the edge of the bed.

”You're not going to f.u.c.k me now?” she asked, looking confused.

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