Trusting Them by Marla Monroe Page A

shook his head and watched his little brother stumble out into the snow and wind. He walked out behind him and looked up at the clouds. Definitely another round of snow moving in, he groaned. He shook his head and then continued making rounds and chatting with the ranch hands. All of them were warned to keep it to themselves that they had a guest. He knew each and every one of them like family. He trusted them to keep it under wraps.
    Before he headed back to the house, Brock checked the wood pile on the back porch and decided to add more wood. It wouldn’t hurt to keep it full with the snow beginning to start. He checked the trucks to be sure they were fine. Then he made one last round to assure himself that there was no one lurking around in the woods at the edge of the yard. No footprints or tire tracks marred the white carpet of snow, save his own. She might not believe they would take care of her, but he knew he and his brother would keep her safe if it was the last thing they ever did.
    When he walked inside, he knew something was different. There was a tension in the air. His first thought was that something was wrong. He eased the kitchen door open and checked on where he’d left Jeni earlier, only to find his brother kissing their guest. From the moaning she did, she liked it. He grinned and watched unabashedly.
    From where he stood, it looked like his brother had his hands inside the blanket. He could only imagine what they were doing. Did he have her breasts in his hands? Was he playing with her nipples? His cock jerked at the idea. He wanted to feel those pert tips graze his lips. The thought of watching his brother suck one rosy red nipple into his mouth nearly drew a moan from him. He bit it back and re-adjusted himself. His cock was rock hard now and growing by the minute. Much more and he’d have to unzip his pants. His cock would wear the imprint of the damn thing for the next six months.
    Brady’s head slanted over her mouth. Brock could tell his tongue was playing with hers. He remembered how her mouth felt under his. He remembered how her lips trembled against his. Knowing his brother would feel the same thing aroused him even more.
    Something must have alerted her that he was there because she suddenly jumped back from Brady’s arms and pushed to the other end of the couch. Her eyes grew wide when she caught sight of him leaning against the door facing them.
    “W–when did you come in?” She stuttered over the first word.
    “A few minutes ago. Do you know how sexy you looked just now?”
    “You saw?” Her voice broke.
    “I saw the way your face looked all soft and dreamy,” he said.
    Brady just sat there waiting on what would happen. He seemed to be afraid of upsetting a delicate balance. Maybe he was right, maybe everything hinged on this moment. He drew in a deep breath through his nose and waited for what she would say or do.
    “I just kissed you a few hours ago. Doesn’t it bother you? Because it sure as hell bothers me.” She dropped the blanket from around her shoulders and stood up on not quite steady feet.
    Brady moved to help her, but one look from her had him backing down again. She was pissed now. Call him crazy, but he much preferred that to complacent. At least this way she showed some fire. Sure, he was probably going to get burned, but it was a small price to pay for seeing her filled with passion.
    “He’s my brother. We share everything. Seeing you kissing my brother only made me care about you more.”
    “So, like I’m a toy to be shared instead of fought over?”
    “Yes, no. No, you’re not a toy. You’re a human being with feelings. We want to make you feel good all over. Together we can take you places you’ve never even thought of going before. Neither one of us would hurt you for anything in the world.” Brock swallowed and waited for her to accept or disagree with his words.
    She paced in front of the fireplace holding his brother’s sweatpants up with one