Monroe, Marla - Their Border Lands Temptress [Men of the Border Lands 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

When he pulled out of her, she whimpered. The loss was that much greater now that he pulled out of her back hole as well. He left her lying prone on the rug to wash up in the bathroom. The next thing she felt was a washcloth cleaning between her legs and around her ass.

He pulled her down to the soft rug in front of the fireplace and hugged her. His warm breath on the back of her neck was one of the most comforting feelings in the world. She snuggled into him and was nearly asleep when he eased from her and picked her up.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled sleepily.

“Putting you on the couch while I go tend to the animals.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. I better go see to the cow. She needs milking. You can’t do it. Your hands are too big.” She laughed and struggled to her feet.

“I’m sorry, baby. I had hoped you could sleep some.” Garrett helped her dress.

They put on coats, gloves, scarves, and hats, and opened the kitchen door to over a foot of fresh snow.

“This is going to take a little bit longer than I thought,” Garrett said with a sigh.

They each grabbed their snow shovels and scooped the snow away as they headed for the barn and the chicken coop.

Instead of stopping at the coop to feed the chickens, Garrett continued shoveling to the barn for her. Then he headed for the pasture. Ronnie opened the barn door against the blowing wind and closed it again. It wasn’t quite as cold inside as it was outside, thanks to there being no wind. She sat down on the stool and proceeded to milk the cow. She had begun to produce a full bucket again, and this made her think of Brice and his inability to get more than a half a bucket from the poor cow.

She carted the milk to the house and sat it in the cool kitchen with a towel over the top. Back outside, she headed to the chicken coop. She opened the door, and several of the hens flew out only to fly right back in as she began to add feed to their pens. She scattered some on the floor as well. They didn’t squabble much when she closed the door and scrambled to the pasture to see if Garrett needed any help with the hay.

He was forking some out into the hay feeder. He seemed to be almost finished, but she waited on him anyway. They walked hand in hand back to the house, carrying their shovels. Once inside the house, they stripped out of their outer garments, leaving her boots at the back door. Garrett finished pulling off his boots and set them next to hers. She stared at them, thinking how right they looked next to each other. But a third pair was missing.

She struggled to put that out of her mind. She didn’t want Garrett thinking she wasn’t happy with him, because she was. She just missed Brice.

* * * *

Garrett crawled out of bed one morning to find that the sun was shining and the snow had begun to melt. He didn’t think about the mess it would make as it melted until he slipped in the mud. He had been checking the fences out in the pasture. He landed on his ass and cursed as he got up. He was in a foul mood when he returned to the house to change out of his wet clothes.

He met Ronnie coming back out from putting away the eggs. She narrowed her eyebrows.

“What in the world happened to you?”

“Slipped in the fucking mud,” he snapped at her.

She quickly closed her mouth at his look. He could tell that she thought it was funny. She quickly turned around and headed back to the house.

“Strip off down here, Garrett, so I can put them in the tub to soak.”

He grumbled the entire time he undressed. He was wet and muddy down to his thermals, and cold as well. He watched her put a bucket of water on the stove to heat up.

“Run the tub half-full, and I’ll bring up some warm water for you.”

“No, you go run the bath. I’ll bring up the bucket when it gets warm. You’re not carrying a full bucket up the damn stairs.” He sighed and stomped toward the living room, where he could stand in front of the fire until it was ready.

When he took the water upstairs, she had everything out for him. He poured the scalding water into the tub, then stirred the water until it was a pleasant, warm temperature, and stepped in. He eased down into the tub and sighed. When he picked up the cloth to bathe, Ronnie took it away from him and began to soap it up.

“I’ll bathe you. You just relax and enjoy the warm water.”

She cleansed him from head to toe. When he would have gotten out of the water, she lathered up her hand and wrapped it around his cock. It went from half-mast to attention in no time at all under her careful ministrations. He groaned as she began a slow, teasing rhythm. He reached around her hand and tightened her grip around him.

“You won’t hurt me. Just like that.”

She squeezed him harder and began to slide her hand up and down the thick stalk of his dick. She twisted her hand slightly when she did, and he moaned. His cock grew harder as she pulled on it over and over. Then she reached into the water and located his balls. They were already tight and boiling with his cum. She gently ran them around in her hand as she pulled and tugged on his dick. When he was close, his balls drew up, and she redoubled her efforts at jacking him off. He couldn’t believe she was actually doing it. It felt so much different when she did it than when he did.

She ran her hand over the top of his cock and ran her thumb around the slit before squeezing her way down his dick again. He shivered, and it wasn’t the cooling water. Suddenly, he felt the burn down his spine as his cum shot from his balls out of his cock. She continued to pull on him, slowing down when he stopped shooting cum. She smiled at him and brought her hand covered in his cum to her mouth. She slowly licked it all off.

“Fuck, baby. That was so good.”

“I wanted to make you feel better. Did it work?”

“Better than anything.” He rinsed off and climbed out of the tub.

“Let’s get you dried off and in some dry clothes before you get sick. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Garrett.” She snuggled up against his nude body and whispered, “I love you, Garrett.” His heart stuttered at the quiet admission. He squeezed her tight.

“I love you, Ronnie.” He’d never thought to say the words before, though he’d known that he loved her for well over a month now.

“I’ve got to dress and get back out there and finish feeding the cows.”

“Try not to fall again,” she teased him.

He smiled. “Not if I can help it. That was a cold wake up. I didn’t realize that the snow had melted so fast.”

“Actually, it melts faster in the pasture because of the added heat of the cows. I doubt you would have slipped anywhere else in the yard yet. I dread this part of winter. Everything starts to thaw, and you end up with a great big muddy mess. It’s hell on the floors if you don’t remember to take off your boots.”

Once he had clothes on again, Garrett grabbed Ronnie around the waist and tangled his fingers up in her long hair. He pulled her up to meet his kiss. He let her take the lead and he followed. It was a very sensuous kiss. She let him know in it that she truly did love him.

This time, when he went out, he was careful to walk on dryer patches and hold on to the fence line. One of the cows came up and sniffed him as he reached back for some hay to throw over in their pile to be eaten.

“Scoot back, cow. I don’t want you to slide and fall on me. I might never get up again.” He swatted the cow on the flanks and watched it amble away toward the hay. He laughed they seemed to maneuver in the muddy pasture without a problem. He shook his head and completed that round of chores and headed for the barn to feed the milking cow and horses.

Over and over again his mind went back to her hand wrapped around his dick and her other hand playing with his balls. It had felt so damn good. He’d never thought to ask her to do that before. He hoped it would become something they did on a semi-regular basis. He sure as hell wouldn’t complain. He would never push anything on her, but he also wanted in her sweet ass. He was slowly preparing her. He’d go a little further tonight. The idea soon had his cock standing up at attention pushing on the zipper of his jeans very uncomfortably.

Chapter Ten

Winter turned into spring and the real work around the farm began. Garrett was amazed that Ronnie had been able to do so much on her own. Then, you did what you had to do to survive. It would be a little easier on her this year, he vowed. For one thing, he took over the plowing. He broke up new ground along with the old ground so that the garden was almost double in size.

Then he hilled it up and left it for her to plant it as she wanted to. She told him he would need to plow between the rows for several weeks until the vegetables grew enough that they didn’t need the extra aeration to grow larger. She planted everything from butter beans to squash. She also added lots of tomatoes.

“I can them for sauces to add to chili, spaghetti, lasagna, and soups.”

Garrett plowed up land for hay. They needed to grow as much of their own hay as possible. It would cut down on needing to barter for more. She showed him how to sow the seeds then left him to finish. He was amazed at just how much he didn’t know. She seemed to know everything about living off the earth.

Once all the planting had taken place, they had newborn calves to see to. They spent several nights out in the barn helping pull the calves free of their moms. All in all, she ended up with three new calves. She was excited. She said they were cute little things, all wobbly on their legs. He thought she was the cute one, with her hair all mussed and the delighted expression on her face. He couldn’t help loving her. She meant more to him than anything. He only wished Brice was there to share in it.

“What are you thinking about? You look so sad.”

“Sorry, baby. Just thinking. Let’s go clean up. It’s nearly dark out now.”

“You miss him, don’t you?” she finally said when they were inside.

“Yeah, I do. We were together for nearly ten years.” Garrett washed up in the utility sink after removing his boots.

“He’ll come back. It may not be this year, but he’ll be back.”

“Enough about him, let’s start supper. I’m starved.” He picked her up and swung her around in his arms.

“You’re always hungry. I hope we planted enough vegetables, or we just might starve,” she teased.

“You’ve been eating like a horse, too, with all the work we’ve been doing,” he reminded her.

She stuck her tongue out at him and started pulling together their supper.

Once they’d finished washing up, they stripped down to nothing and climbed into the shower for a lukewarm bath. The cooler water felt good on their feverish skin. He helped her wash, then let her return the favor for him. When she got down on her knees, he was reminded again how fortunate he was to have found someone like Ronnie.

She wrapped her hands around his cock and licked him from top to bottom before surrounding the mushroom cap and sucking hard enough to roll his eyes back in his head. When she dipped her tongue into the slit, he hissed out a breath and wound her hair in his hands to keep it out of her face. She tongued the underside of his cock, then sucked the skin in just enough to curl his toes. When she finally sucked him down her throat, he was already close to shooting off.

Ronnie rolled his balls with one hand as she sucked her way down over and over again. When she raked his balls with her nails and his dick with her teeth, he felt lightening hit down his spine and spread out until his balls drew up and he filled her throat with his cum. She continued sucking then licked him until he was clean. He groaned as he fought to catch his breath. It seemed like each time was better than the last time. She knew exactly what he needed to come, and she teased and tormented him until he did.

“Baby, you don’t know how good that felt. Lean back against the tile, I want to eat that pussy of yours. I know it will be nice and wet for me. You’re always wet for me.”