Her climax would prove her a liar there. Instead, she slipped from Brady’s lap and nearly fell when her weak legs took the brunt of the weight of her body for the first time in hours.
“You’re going to hurt yourself. Calm down. Nothing happened you didn’t enjoy. We’re not going to jump on you.” Brock’s rough voice cut into her thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have let you,” she began.
“Let us what? Please you? Make you feel good?” Brock held her against him when she swayed.
Jeni attempted to turn around and give him a piece of her mind, but when she did turn around, it was to find herself looking up into the ravaged eyes of a hurt animal. It broke her heart to think she had hurt either of them after all they had done for her.
“I don’t usually do this. I mean, with two men,” she finished lamely.
“We didn’t think you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that you enjoyed it.” Brady let his hands rest on her hips.
He remained sitting on the couch at her back now. She faced Brock, and when he reached down and picked her up, she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
“You’re beautiful when you come apart like that. I want to watch you again and again.” He leaned in and kissed her.
It was a chaste kiss by some measures, but it still burned her with its intensity. Her body, already primed and ready for more, grew wetter with each lick of his tongue and nip of his teeth. Her womb tightened in preparation of being filled. Her body knew what she needed. Did her mind know what she wanted?
Brady’s body soon pushed against her back. He pulled her hair away from her back and kissed and nibbled along her neck and across one shoulder. Her skin heated wherever his lips touched. She cursed having put the shirt back on now. Brock turned away from Brady and started towards the stairs. She knew where they were going and what would happen. Right then, she welcomed it. How she would feel about it later, she didn’t know. But for right now, it was what she wanted.
A sudden pounding on the door jarred her out of her sexual haze. Brock’s arms tightened around her.
“Brady, go see who it is. I’ll be upstairs.” Brock continued up the stairs as Brady left to check the door.
“Who could it be?” she asked in a whisper.
“Probably one of the ranch hands with a sick heifer or some missing cows.” Brock stepped on the last stair step and turned towards the master bedroom.
“Don’t you need to go see about it?”
“You trying to get rid of me?” he asked with an amused voice.
“No!” She answered in too much of a hurry.
Brock grinned down at her and dropped her on the bed. Her legs gave way from his hips, and she bounced once on the bed. Brock began unbuttoning his shirt when the sudden flight of boots up the stairs penetrated his intentions. He turned in time to see Brady rush through the bedroom door.
“Got a dozen head missing. The snow has started coming down again too.” Brady had his hat on his head and his coat halfway on.
“Fuck.” Brock threw back his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
“Honey, I want you to stay up here in the bed with the electric blanket on while the generator is going. We might be awhile.” Brock pulled back the covers for her to climb under them.
“Brady, go get several bottles of water and that package of cookies for her while we’re gone.”
Brock was tucking her in when Brady returned with a half dozen bottles of water and a package of sugar cookies. He left them on the bedside table along with a flashlight.
“If the lights go out, use the flashlight to get around with,” Brady told her.
He bent over and kissed her hard on the lips, then stepped back to let Brock kiss her as well. The two men touched her gently on the cheeks and then turned and walked out the bedroom door, closing it gently behind them. They left her confused, relieved, and aroused.
It wasn’t lost on her that they had
“You’re going to hurt yourself. Calm down. Nothing happened you didn’t enjoy. We’re not going to jump on you.” Brock’s rough voice cut into her thoughts.
“I shouldn’t have let you,” she began.
“Let us what? Please you? Make you feel good?” Brock held her against him when she swayed.
Jeni attempted to turn around and give him a piece of her mind, but when she did turn around, it was to find herself looking up into the ravaged eyes of a hurt animal. It broke her heart to think she had hurt either of them after all they had done for her.
“I don’t usually do this. I mean, with two men,” she finished lamely.
“We didn’t think you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that you enjoyed it.” Brady let his hands rest on her hips.
He remained sitting on the couch at her back now. She faced Brock, and when he reached down and picked her up, she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
“You’re beautiful when you come apart like that. I want to watch you again and again.” He leaned in and kissed her.
It was a chaste kiss by some measures, but it still burned her with its intensity. Her body, already primed and ready for more, grew wetter with each lick of his tongue and nip of his teeth. Her womb tightened in preparation of being filled. Her body knew what she needed. Did her mind know what she wanted?
Brady’s body soon pushed against her back. He pulled her hair away from her back and kissed and nibbled along her neck and across one shoulder. Her skin heated wherever his lips touched. She cursed having put the shirt back on now. Brock turned away from Brady and started towards the stairs. She knew where they were going and what would happen. Right then, she welcomed it. How she would feel about it later, she didn’t know. But for right now, it was what she wanted.
A sudden pounding on the door jarred her out of her sexual haze. Brock’s arms tightened around her.
“Brady, go see who it is. I’ll be upstairs.” Brock continued up the stairs as Brady left to check the door.
“Who could it be?” she asked in a whisper.
“Probably one of the ranch hands with a sick heifer or some missing cows.” Brock stepped on the last stair step and turned towards the master bedroom.
“Don’t you need to go see about it?”
“You trying to get rid of me?” he asked with an amused voice.
“No!” She answered in too much of a hurry.
Brock grinned down at her and dropped her on the bed. Her legs gave way from his hips, and she bounced once on the bed. Brock began unbuttoning his shirt when the sudden flight of boots up the stairs penetrated his intentions. He turned in time to see Brady rush through the bedroom door.
“Got a dozen head missing. The snow has started coming down again too.” Brady had his hat on his head and his coat halfway on.
“Fuck.” Brock threw back his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds.
“Honey, I want you to stay up here in the bed with the electric blanket on while the generator is going. We might be awhile.” Brock pulled back the covers for her to climb under them.
“Brady, go get several bottles of water and that package of cookies for her while we’re gone.”
Brock was tucking her in when Brady returned with a half dozen bottles of water and a package of sugar cookies. He left them on the bedside table along with a flashlight.
“If the lights go out, use the flashlight to get around with,” Brady told her.
He bent over and kissed her hard on the lips, then stepped back to let Brock kiss her as well. The two men touched her gently on the cheeks and then turned and walked out the bedroom door, closing it gently behind them. They left her confused, relieved, and aroused.
It wasn’t lost on her that they had
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