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

against hers. She wished Brandon would do the same thing, but he rarely kissed her anymore.
    “I’m going out to get the eggs and milk. I’ll be back in to start breakfast in a few minutes.”
    “Be careful out there,” Brandon said.
    “I’ll watch her,” Bolton said and pulled on his coat as she did.
    “I’ll be okay, Bolton. You don’t have to come out and watch me.”
    “I like watching you, though,” he confessed with a smile.
    She shrugged and winked at him then, grabbed her buckets and headed out into the snow, paying close attention to how she stepped. She didn’t want to fall in the frozen snow if she could help it.
    The chickens raised a fuss as they always did when she opened the coop. They refused to come out, and she spent ten minutes avoiding pecking birds as she emptied their nests. Then she poured grain on the floor, and in the trough at the back of the coop. When she closed the coop behind her, Bolton took the bucket of eggs.
    “I’ll take these in for you and be right back out.”
    “I’ll be safe in the barn, silly.”
    “Like I said. I like to watch you.” He turned and walked toward the house.
    Heather smiled and opened the barn door to the moos of their Jersey cow. She pulled off her gloves and sat down to milk her. It always took a few tries before she got it right, and was soon pulling milk without trouble. The cow turned her head and mooed at her again.
    “Sorry. I wore gloves to keep my hands as warm as possible.”
    “You should have let me warm them up for you first,” Bolton said as he walked into the barn.
    “You startled me. Now I’m out of rhythm.”
    He laughed and knelt behind her, and put his hands over hers and helped her start back. He let go of her hands and pulled her hair away from her shoulder, then bent down to suck at her neck.
    Heather shivered and giggled. He was in a mood. She liked it when he got in one of those moods, but they were out in the barn, in the cold. Once she’d finished milking the cow, she stood up and bent to get the bucket. He stopped her and backed her over to an empty stall where they kept the extra horse blankets.
    “I want you just like this,” he said.
    He began unfastening her jeans. He pushed them down, then turned her around to the blankets and had her get on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and watched him unfasten his jeans and push them to his knees. He pushed two fingers inside of her already-weeping pussy and made sure she was ready for him. Then he plunged inside of her as far as he could make it in one push.
    Heather bit her hand to keep from screaming out. The pressure was so good. He backed out and plunged again until he was all the way inside of her hot cunt.
    “Fuck, you are so tight, Heather.” He continued to pummel her as he reached around and played with her clit. “Come for me, baby. I can’t last long in your tight pussy.”
    Heather could feel the gathering electrical current pulsing in her clit as he manipulated it. Fire flowed through her veins as the heat gathered inside her cunt. He groaned and pinched her clit. It was all it took to send her over the edge. She bit her hand and groaned as she felt Bolton shoot his cum deep inside of her.
    He huffed, trying to catch his breath. He slowly stood up and helped her to stand as well. They fastened their clothes and straightened them before looking at each other and laughing. She felt like she’d snuck away from school to have a quickie behind the bleachers. Bolton picked up the bucket of milk and they carefully negotiated the icy snow back to the house.
    Brandon was nowhere to be seen. There was tomato gravy and biscuits on the stove. Heather felt guilty then. She hadn’t fixed his breakfast before he’d gone out in the snow to take care of the animals. Then she wondered if he’d heard them and knew what they’d been doing. She grimaced. What if he did? It wasn’t like he wanted to do anything with her. She put away the eggs and skimmed the milk