Part 8 (2/2)

”What do you want, Drew? I'll give you anything I have to give.”

”I want to come!” she finally ground out between clenched teeth.

”Then come for me, Drew.” He began a slow a.s.sault on her G-spot until she was bucking at his hand, crying out as the o.r.g.a.s.m hit her.

”f.u.c.k, you're beautiful when you come. You're squeezing my fingers so tightly.” Jeb rode out her o.r.g.a.s.m with her.

Drew panted, trying to regain her breath as Jeb withdrew his fingers and sucked on them while he gazed into her eyes.

”You taste even better than your homemade pies.”

”What about you?” she asked reaching for his hard c.o.c.k.

”I'm fine for now, Drew. You need to rest and heal. I'll live until you're back on your feet.” He gently moved her hand aside.

”It doesn't seem fair for you to make me come and you not get to.”

”Let me worry about me. I can always jerk off if I need to bad enough. Right now, I don't need to. Just being close to you with the taste of you still on my lips is fine.” Jeb brushed a lock of hair from her face.

She huffed out a breath and lay back. He pulled her back on his shoulder and curled an arm around her waist. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart eased her worries somewhat, and she soon found her head clearing and her mind softening as she drifted in and out of a lazy sleep.

Jeb watched her sleep in his arms. He felt his heart softening to her. It wasn't a welcome thing as far as he was concerned. He couldn't see her wanting them around forever. Then what would they do? Most women liked a menage relations.h.i.+p for short periods of time. They used it as a kind of experiment or a fantasy but never any longer than that.

He and Marshall had shared women even before they'd been imprisoned, but it had been a choice they both had enjoyed. Since getting out, they needed each other to bed a woman. They each had their own reasons, but foremost in their minds was how they'd survived in prison.

Marshall had been picked on from day one for his boyish good looks and easy, laid-back personality. When he'd been raped, Jeb had stepped in and realized there was only one thing they could do, become lovers to keep the others off of Marshall. Now, Jeb wanted Marshall, and all that kept him from going insane from it was to share a woman between them. For the first time, that need had more than taken a back seat, it had gone away for a while when they'd taken Drew together. She was the key.

Jeb knew he would always want Marshall to some degree, but Marshall didn't want that kind of relations.h.i.+p. Jeb could admit he didn't either. He wasn't gay or even bis.e.xual. He just wanted Marshall. Having Drew between them gave him everything he needed. Jeb despised himself for wanting Marshall after all he had been through. He wanted Drew for what she offered him, a brief respite from his needing Marshall. Even more than that, she was a special woman, and he could feel himself falling in love with her. When he was with her, he didn't need or even want Marshall. More than anything, though, he wanted to make her happy. He wanted to hear her screams of completion and her sighs of contentment. Together, he and Marshall could give her all of that and more. He eased out from beneath her and grabbed his jeans and s.h.i.+rt. He didn't want to wake her, so he waited until he was outside the room to dress. He had just gotten his s.h.i.+rt on, though it wasn't b.u.t.toned, when Kenny walked up the stairs. He looked at Jeb and raised an eyebrow.

”She's sleeping. I need to see what is going on with the herd.”

”So far everything is fine. You should have rested a little longer.” Kenny sighed.

”Where's Marshall?” Jeb pulled on his coat and gloves.

”On the back porch. We were stacking firewood. I just walked in.”

”Go get some rest. Marshall and I'll finish up the ch.o.r.es for the night.”

”Wake me when it's my time.” Kenny rubbed a hand over his tired-looking face and turned to go.

”We're all doing everything we can, Kenny. You're only human. You have to rest just like the rest of us do.” Jeb slapped Kenny on the shoulder then turned, grabbed his hat, and opened the kitchen door.

The cold air just about took his breath away. Marshall turned from where he'd been staring out toward the barn at the sound of the closing door.

”What are you doing up so soon?” Marshall asked.

”Got enough of sleeping. Figured Kenny could use a little more rest. You and I are used to not getting so much.”

”How did you manage to settle Drew down?”

”Gave her an o.r.g.a.s.m,” Jeb said with a smile.

Marshall shook his head and chuckled. ”Sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

”How are the horses and cows doing?”

”Fine so far. No losses and no injuries that I've been able to find. Not bad for the first snow. Kenny says it will get worse, though.”

”Yeah, Drew mentioned that, too.” Jeb settled his hat a little lower on his head.

Jeb looked out over the pasture where the cows were munching on hay.

”Marshall, if it weren't for me, would you settle down with a nice wife and have you a pa.s.sel of kids?”

”Why the h.e.l.l you asking me that for? Are you planning on going off on your own?” There was anger in Marshall's voice.

”No, I just wonder if you would be okay without me holding you back.”

”You're not holding me back. What's gotten into you? Is it Drew? Are you not wanting to share her anymore?”

”No! I want her bad, Marshall. Thing is, you and I both know I can't not share her with you. I need you there with me.”

”This is about what went down in prison again.” Marshall stuck his hands on his hips and turned away from Jeb. ”You and I both know there wasn't anything we could do but what we did. It was either you f.u.c.king me or one or more of those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds that took me the first time. They d.a.m.n near killed me, Jeb.”

”I know,” Jeb said in a quiet voice. ”I can't forgive myself, though. I should have been able to protect us both without, without...” He let it trail off.

”I don't blame you, and I don't regret anything that we did together. I'm not gay, and neither are you. We haven't been attracted to other men since we got out, and we weren't attracted to them beforehand. h.e.l.l, it wouldn't matter if we were, but I know we're not.”

”Maybe I'm bis.e.xual then,” Jeb said.

”I think you're just hung up on the entire sordid mess and can't put it behind you. I've gotten past it. It's over with, Jeb.”

”Maybe, maybe not.” He stomped off the porch to check on the bull.

Marshall followed behind him. ”What the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean?”

Jeb turned around in a wash of fury. ”It means I'm not sure it is over. Leave it at that, Marshall. Just leave it the h.e.l.l alone for now.”

Marshall drew in a deep breath and stared at him. They'd been friends since they were in junior high. They'd been together through working on ranches and survived prison together. Jeb didn't want to talk about it anymore. He needed s.p.a.ce and time. He needed time to figure things out. He willed Marshall to give him the time he needed.

To his relief, his friend turned and walked silently through the snow to the house. He heard the back door slam and winced. He hoped it didn't wake Drew up. h.e.l.l, then there was Drew.

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