Monroe, Marla - Their Border Lands Temptress [Men of the Border Lands 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Garrett sat Ronnie on the bed and hurried to run her water. She hoped she could wash her hair without too much trouble. It would feel so much better to have clean hair. The men had worked hard at getting the dried blood out of it earlier in the week, but nothing felt better than a good head scrubbing. Then she remembered her bum wrist. Damn. What was she going to do?

“Okay, I have the water ready. Let’s get you undressed and in the tub.” Garrett helped her by unbuttoning the shirt, then had her lie back so he could pull her panties off. Then he picked her up and carried her to the tub. He let her slowly get used to the water with her feet before settling her back in the tub.

“It’s a little cold. I’m not sure I can wash my hair.”

“I’ll run down and heat up a bucket of water on the stove. It’s too bad the hot water heater isn’t gas. Maybe we can find one and switch it out.”

She latched on to that statement as a positive indication that he was thinking about staying. She began to wash using her good hand and managed to get most of her washing done by the time he returned with a bucket of hot water. He added it slowly to the water at her feet until she felt warm all over.

“Thanks, that is so much better.”

“Would you like me to get your back?” Garrett asked her.

“Um, thanks, that would be nice. I can’t reach it.

“Lean up.” He lathered up the cloth and scrubbed her back in a brisk wash. It felt delicious.

“Okay, why don’t you lean back and get your head wet while you rinse off your back. I’ll scrub your hair for you since you only have one hand.”

Ronnie let him lean her back and submerged her head up to her ears. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him staring at her breasts. He seemed to try not to stare, but he still did at times. He was a man, after all.

When he helped her sit back up, she kept her eyes closed to keep the water from getting in them. He poured some shampoo on her head and began to gently message it into her scalp and then all down the rest of her hair. He shampooed it a bit awkwardly at first, but soon got the hang of it. By the time he had finished, she felt like a new person.

Once she was finished rinsing off, Garrett handed her a small towel to wipe her face then helped her stand on one foot once out of the tub. He took a towel and dried her off from head to toe. He rubbed her hair until it was no longer wet, only damp.

“Garrett?”

“Yeah, baby.” He patted her dry over her breasts, obviously trying to keep from being too personal.

“I don’t think I can stand up long enough to dry my hair all the way. Can you carry me to the bedroom?”

“Of course.” He wrapped the towel around her chest before he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where he sat her on the foot of the bed.

He used a dry towel to rub at her hair. She kept her shoulders forward and let him work on her hair. With only one hand, she wouldn’t have been able to dry it herself. It would have had to air-dry, and that might lead to pneumonia. She couldn’t afford that on top of everything else.

“Want me to spell you?” Brice asked from the bed, where he’d been reclining.

“Sure. I’ll move the light closer.” Garrett grabbed the kerosene lamp from the bathroom and sat it on the dresser.

She noticed that Brice worked differently from Garrett. Where Garrett rubbed on a large area, Brice took small sections and dried them before moving on to another small area of hair. Between Brice and Garrett, her hair was essentially dry within a matter of an hour. It normally took her a good two or so hours to dry her hair alone.

“I bet you feel better with a clean head,” Brice commented.

“I really do. I was beginning to feel like a mud puddle. Thanks for helping me dry my hair.”

“I didn’t mind. You have lovely hair. It’s soft and thick.”

Garrett ran a comb through it as they talked.

“Have you tried to walk on your foot at all yet?” Brice asked.

“No, I move it around every once in a while, but I haven’t tried to stand on it. I didn’t think I should try it alone.”

“No, you don’t need to do that alone. We’ll check it out tomorrow. Give you one more night to rest it up. Your wrist is still not well, though. It’s too swollen. Can you wiggle all your fingers okay?”

“Actually, I can move them pretty easy without too much discomfort. It’s just when I try and make a fist or grab for something before I remember that it’s hurt that it really gives me trouble.”

“Don’t irritate it. I’m leaning toward you having a broken bone in there somewhere. I just don’t have a way of telling, and there’s nothing we can do anyway.” Brice stood up and walked back toward his side of the bed. “I’m going to turn in. You two going to talk all night, or come to bed?”

Garrett chuckled and picked her up to ease her into the bed beneath the covers. She felt Brice’s leg next to hers, but she willed herself not to move.

“I’m going to take my shower now,” Garrett said, taking the lamp with him.

When he closed the door, it threw the room into darkness. Ronnie could hear her own heartbeat in her ears and felt as if Brice could hear it as well. She tried to slow it down, but it rushed on anyway. Was she afraid of the dark or uneasy with Brice in the bed and the lights out?

“You still awake over there, Ronnie?”

“Yeah, it’s so dark in here.”

“It was cloudy when I came in earlier. Looks like snow.”

“I hope not. That just adds to the chores,” Ronnie said with a sigh.

“How so?” Brice asked.

“You have to shovel paths to the barn and the chicken coop and the pasture to feed everyone.”

“Hadn’t thought about that.” Brice moved in the bed, bringing more of his body flush against her side.

“I wish I wasn’t like this. I could help with everything, and you wouldn’t be in this predicament you’re in.” Ronnie sighed.

“What predicament are you talking about?”

“Having to take care of me.” Ronnie couldn’t help the bitterness from creeping into her voice.

“We don’t have to take care of you,” he said. “We do it because we want to. I’ve learned a lot in these last few days. More than I ever knew about farms at all. It’s been good for me.”

“If you say so. I can’t imagine your being okay with a change in plans to the extent this changed yours.”

“So you know me that well, do you?” he asked with a smile in his voice.

“Well, you seem like someone who makes plans and sticks to them no matter what.”

“Thanks, I think.” He chuckled and ran a hand down her arm to her hand.

She let him hold it. He was very careful not to hurt her sore wrist. Ronnie wasn’t sure how to react to his holding her hand like a boyfriend. She pretended like he always did it and didn’t make any move to remove her hand from his. Neither did she stop his other hand from exploring her breasts.

Ronnie couldn’t catch her breath. It came in quick pants as Brice slowly caressed her breasts. At first, he merely touched them, then he began to stroke them as if petting a favorite dog. When he brushed against her nipple, she nearly died right there. Never had something felt so good.

Garrett walked in with a towel around his waist, whistling. The tune he was whistling faltered for a few seconds when he saw that Brice was playing with her breasts. To his credit, he didn’t say anything. He merely dropped the towel, set the lamp on the bedside table, and climbed into bed with them. He turned so that he could watch Brice’s fingers slowly tease her nipples.

The sensation of Brice’s fingers on her nipples elicited a moan from her she hadn’t known existed. He seemed to take it as a go-ahead for more exploring. He kissed her breasts. Then he sucked in a nipple and tongued all around it.

Ronnie felt as if her body would explode, it felt so damn good. She pushed her breast up into his mouth. Then she felt another mouth at her other breast. She opened her eyes and looked down to find Garrett at her other breast. The sensation of two hot mouths was almost her undoing. She wrapped her arms around the two men, cursing when her left wrist wouldn’t let her grab ahold of Brice’s head.

Slowly they let her nipples pop from their mouths. They licked their lips and stared down into her face as if asking for permission to go farther. She didn’t know whether to say yes and try sex, or say no and wish she had later. The worst that could happen was that she would hate it and beg them to stop. But maybe, just maybe, she would actually like it.

Chapter Seven

Garrett gazed down at Ronnie with hungry eyes. She couldn’t believe she had let them touch her breasts, much less suck on them. She could tell they were asking for more. Could she go further? She drew in a deep breath and nodded her head. It was all the encouragement they needed, evidently, since they immediately began exploring her body.

One minute they were waiting on some sign from her, and the next, they were driving her wild with need. She’d never felt such need before. It begged for more, and she didn’t know how to ask for it.

Brice kissed her neck and shoulder and nibbled around her jawline. He covered her face, neck, and shoulders in open-mouthed kisses. She longed to taste him and moved her head in that direction for a kiss.

At the same time, Garrett had returned to her breasts and was lathing them with his tongue and lips. He moved from one to the other and then back again, as if unable to decide where to concentrate. He finally settled on one and used his fingers to stimulate her other nipple. The sensation of his mouth sucking pulled on things low in her body. Her cunt pulsed and dripped juices.

At last Brice reached her mouth with his lips and kissed her. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but soon grew until he was licking along the seam of her lips. She opened for him and he filled her mouth with his tongue, rubbing it up and down hers as he wound a hand in her hair. He didn’t pull it so much as anchor her with it. She moaned into his kiss and he deepened it.

Her breasts were on fire from Garrett’s mouth and fingers. He changed from one nipple to the other with his mouth, and then back again. Sometimes he nipped at them, and sometimes he sucked. At the same time, his fingers pulled and pinched the opposite breast. Ronnie wanted to grab his head and hold him to her breast for some reason. She wanted him to swallow her, but knew he couldn’t.

Instead, he began to slide farther down the bed, laying kisses along her abdomen and pelvis until he reached her pussy. She was so involved in Brice’s kisses that she jumped and squealed when Garrett licked her sodden cunt. Never had anyone put their mouth down there.

“Oh, God!” She pulled back from Brice to breathe.

“Do you like what Garrett’s doing to you, baby?” Brice whispered in her ear.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never had anyone kiss me down there.”

“How does it feel to you?” Brice nipped at her earlobe, then licked it.

“Good. It feels naughty, but good.”

“Garrett loves eating sweet pussies like yours. I bet he’s digging his tongue deep right now, isn’t he, Ronnie.”

“Oh, yes, he’s licking me all over, and even inside. I want to touch him. Can I touch him?”

“Grab him, baby. Let him know how good that feels.” Brice moved away from her some to give her room, but he didn’t let go of her hair.

Ronnie leaned forward and grabbed Garrett’s head as he stuck his tongue deep inside of her. She nearly screamed at the intense feel of it. Yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted something else, something more.

Brice slipped behind her and let her lean back against him. He nuzzled her neck while fondling her breasts at the same time. Ronnie loved being the center of their attention and all the wild feelings inside of her. She felt like a kernel of popcorn, ready to explode, but didn’t know what that would mean.