Monroe, Marla - Belonging to Them [Men of the Border Lands 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe Page A

to eat more. Bolton planned on bringing it up later. He didn’t want Brandon upsetting her. He had already done enough harm.
    When they were finished, they started bundling up to go back out in the cold. Heather walked over to him and gave him a loud smack on the lips, then turned to Brandon and pulled his head down for a kiss. He let her, but he didn’t return it. She let go of him and backed up a step.
    “Um, be careful out there.” She turned and began gathering up the plates.
    Bolton was about ready to beat the living hell out of his brother now.

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    Heather kept busy in the house through most of the winter. The men spent a lot of time outside in the harsh weather. Sometimes she felt so alone during the day. Then, when they were back inside, she was happy again. If only she could do more outside. It wouldn’t be so bad then. Part of the loneliness stemmed from the fact that Brandon still seemed so distant.
    He continued to fuck her with Bolton at least, but never in any position other than behind her. He kept stretching her ass, but he never penetrated her with his cock. She’d all but begged him to. Telling him she wanted to feel him inside her. Still, he resisted that last piece of intimacy. It hurt, but she was thankful for what she had. She could be back in the brothel servicing every man that came through.
    When the men came in tonight, she was going to give Brandon a blow job. She hadn’t done that in a while. Surely he wouldn’t stop her from doing that. She’d catch him when he came out of the shower and was drying off. He’d not be able to resist her that way. She had it all planned out.
    Sure enough, when he walked out of the shower, he was still toweling off. She grabbed the towel from him and dropped it on the floor to kneel in front of him.
    “Heather, what are you doing?”
    “What does it look like?” She took his semihard cock in her hand. “I’m having cock for dessert.”
    She sucked the bulbous head into her mouth as hard as she could and was rewarded with a “Holy crap.”
    “You don’t have to do this, Heather,” he said through gritted teeth.
    “I want to.” She redoubled her effort to get him hard. He wasn’t responding.
    Brandon grabbed her head and groaned. “Heather, I don’t think I can right now.”
    She wouldn’t give up. She fondled his balls, but he remained only semierect. She stopped and stared up at him with tears in her eyes.
    “Why not?”
    “I’m just really tired tonight, Heather. It’s not you. Come on.” He reached down and pulled her up. “Let’s go to bed.”
    He picked her up and carried her to bed, and actually wrapped an arm over her. She sighed around the tears. It wasn’t any time until he began snoring. When Bolton came to bed later, he looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. She shook her head and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come. She heard Brandon sigh and roll over, leaving her without the comfort of his arm across her belly. She swallowed and tried to fall asleep, but nothing she did worked.
    Finally, she climbed out of bed sliding to the foot of the bed to keep from waking the men. Then she gathered her clothes and dressed in the bathroom. She hurried down the stairs and found that it was four in the morning. She added wood to the fireplace and stirred the embers to start the fire so she wouldn’t be cold. Then she curled up on the couch with a blanket around her.
    Two hours later, she got up and set up the coffee. Then she fixed a cup of hot chocolate for herself. The men came downstairs a few minutes later dressed for the cold with thermals and long-sleeve shirts. They immediately headed for the coffee.
    “Probably won’t be out as long today,” Bolton told her. “With the snow slowly melting, there isn’t as much to do.”
    “Good. It will be good to have you inside. I miss you when you’re gone.”
    Bolton pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss and enjoyed the warmth of his body