Double Montana Treats Part 13

"Kenny's been talking him up, hasn't he?" Drew laughed at him.

"Well, I guess." Marshall looked guilty. "Your cooking is super, Drew."

"It's okay, Marshall. I know I cook different things than Robert does, so we're about even."

"Time to get cleaned up," Marshall suggested. "I don't want to hold up supper."

"Is food all he thinks about?" Drew laughed.

"Nope, I think of other things, if you know what I mean."

Drew felt her face heat up and hurried up the stairs to grab the bathroom. They could shower in the other one for that.

Jeb cornered Kenny in the kitchen talking to Robert.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but, Kenny, I need to talk to you for a minute."

"Sure." He turned to Robert and said, "I'll be back."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." He turned back around to the stove.

"What's up?" Kenny asked.

Jeb relayed the news about the cow and needing to bring the rest of the herd closer to the house in the morning before the snow set in good.

"That's a good idea. I'll go out and check the cow after supper. If it's on the outside of his skull and just under the skin, we might be able to dig it out and dose him up on antibiotics we keep here."

"Ever dug anything out of a cow before?" Jeb asked.

"Yeah, it's not fun. They fight it. We'll have to tie him up pretty d.a.m.n good."

"I'm not looking forward to that one bit."

He left Kenny to see about Drew. She was probably in the shower. He thought he would dry her off, but when he got upstairs, her door was locked. Now what is that all about? He knocked on the door but got no response. She was probably still in the shower. He wandered over to his room and waited for Marshall to get out of the shower.

He didn't have long to wait. His friend walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist. Jeb turned away and busied himself changing s.h.i.+ts. He could hear Marshall drying off and dressing.

"You say anything to Drew to p.i.s.s her off?" he finally asked.

"Not really. I embarra.s.sed her some, but it was all in jest. Why?"

"She locked the bedroom door."

"She's pouting," Marshall said with a smile. "She enjoyed that spanking yesterday. Maybe it's her way of asking for another one."

"Maybe." Jeb wasn't so sure.

"Is something bothering you, Jeb?" Marshall walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Nothing different than always. Now I'm thinking about settling down because we have a real chance with earning our wages and maybe getting some of the profits on the sales, too."

"We'll get our own place, Jeb. Just don't give up on it."

"I wish we had a chance with Drew. I ain't ever wanted something to work out as much as I do this."

"I still think we do. She's comfortable around us and wants us as much as we want her. It's a start." Marshall headed for the door. "Come on. I don't want to be late for supper."

Jeb followed Marshall downstairs, resisting the urge to check Drew's door again. She'd be downstairs for supper for sure.

Sure enough, when they got down there, Drew was already at the table waiting on them. Kenny helped Robert serve. They looked more relaxed than Jeb had seen them. Maybe they were more comfortable around them now.

After supper, they all settled in the living room to check out the weather. Kenny excused himself to check on the cow. Robert went with him. Jeb didn't expect them back any time soon. They had that look about them. He smiled. It was good to see Kenny looking happy.

The weather station predicted a blizzard over the next two to three days. The news wasn't good as far as Jeb was concerned. They'd have to really watch the cattle. They'd need extra hay and the water heaters on. There would be a lot to take care of. At least maybe their problems with whoever had it in for Drew would be stuck. They wouldn't be able to hurt anything for a few days. There was an upside to it.

"What are we not thinking of to get ready?" Drew asked with a worried look on her face.

"I think we've thought of about everything, Drew. Stop worrying." Marshall squeezed her hand. "Try to relax. Our stalker won't be able to get out, either."

Jeb chuckled. He'd just been thinking about that. He and Marshall had always shared the same thoughts.

"Do you think Kenny and Robert are okay? They've been out there for a long time." Drew turned to look out the window.

"Drew, baby. They haven't been together in a long time. I expect they are getting reacquainted," Jeb told her.

"Oh! I hadn't thought about that. Surely they could do that upstairs instead of out in the cold."

"Well, I'm sure they'll stay warm." Marshall chuckled. "In fact, I was thinking of going on up to bed myself. What about you, Jeb?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. Come on, Drew. Let's call it a night. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow getting the cattle in closer to the house."

"Something tells me you aren't thinking about sleep right away," Drew mused.

"Well, you never know what will come up," Jeb pointed out.

"Come on up to bed." Marshall grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the couch with him.

Jeb followed them to the stairs and hung back to watch Drew's tight a.s.s sway as she walked up the stairs. He grinned. He bet Marshall would get that hot a.s.s tonight. He would take her sweet p.u.s.s.y. He couldn't wait to sink his c.o.c.k in it.

Once in the bedroom, he closed and locked the door. He began to strip right along with Marshall, but Drew hung back, watching them.

"What is it, baby?" Marshall asked as he stripped out of his jeans.

"I'm just watching you. I haven't really gotten to see you in all your glory."

"Look all you want." Jeb spread his arms and turned around.

"Silly," she said with a smile.

"Come here, woman." Jeb crooked his finger.

"What do you want?"

"To eat that p.u.s.s.y of yours. I want to taste that sweet honey. Undress and come over here, baby. Climb up on the bed and spread them."

She slowly began to undress, drawing it out to the groans of the two men. Jeb wanted to tear her clothes off of her but restrained himself. He glanced at Marshall and noticed a glint in his eyes. The man was falling for her, if he hadn't already.

When Drew bent over and pulled her panties down, Jeb couldn't help but fit his d.i.c.k, heavy with need, against her a.s.s and rub it there for a few strokes.

Drew laughed. Then she climbed on the bed and spread her legs as he'd told her to. He could see her sweet juices already coating her c.u.n.t. He moved in between her legs and pushed them back so he had more room to work. He inhaled and hummed his approval. Her scent was heady.

He licked her, gathering her honey on his tongue and swallowing. With no warning, he delved in and began sucking at her p.u.s.s.y like a man dying of hunger. When he looked up, he saw Marshall feeding his d.i.c.k to her amazing mouth.

"Drew. Give me a hand down here, honey. Run your finger through your juices, and let Marshall taste you."

She complied, sliding her finger through her p.u.s.s.y lips and gathering her moisture to present to Marshall. He grabbed her hand and sucked her finger into his mouth, even as Drew sucked his c.o.c.k into hers. It was the s.e.xiest thing Jeb had ever seen.

He redoubled his efforts licking and nipping at her p.u.s.s.y lips. He stiffened his tongue and f.u.c.ked her sweet c.u.n.t with it. Then he entered her slit with two fingers, curling them to find her hot spot. When he located it, he stroked it over and over until she was losing her focus on Marshall and bucking her hips. He tackled her c.l.i.t with his lips and teeth, and soon she was milking his fingers with her c.u.n.t. He loved the feel of those ripples around him. He couldn't wait to feel them around his c.o.c.k.

"Marshall, I want this hot p.u.s.s.y. You can have her a.s.s."

"Hot d.a.m.n. Marshall climbed off the bed and grabbed a condom and the lube from the bedside table.

He threw a condom at Jeb and began to roll his on then waited for Drew to climb on top of Jeb. Jeb wrapped his hand around his c.o.c.k, stroking it to keep it ready. Jeb watched his hand pull on his d.i.c.k while Drew climbed up on top of him. Then he only had eyes for her.

She helped him roll on his condom then lowered herself on his c.o.c.k. As stiff as he was, she didn't even have to hold him steady. Her p.u.s.s.y juices coated his d.i.c.k as she sank down on him. She took him in one long glide. d.a.m.n, it felt like heaven. She rode him for a few seconds with Marshall helping her up and down on Jeb's d.i.c.k. Then he pushed her forward and Jeb wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and shoulders as Marshall got her a.s.s ready for his c.o.c.k. He couldn't help watching Marshall's fingers disappear in her sweet, tight a.s.s. He knew how it felt and couldn't wait to feel Marshall's c.o.c.k rubbing against his inside the one woman who seemed to make him whole.

Chapter Thirteen.

She took two fingers without so much as a whimper, and Marshall's c.o.c.k twitched, knowing he would be in that tight little rosette soon. He pulled out and added a little more lube before inserting three fingers. She moaned this time but didn't pull away. She was pus.h.i.+ng out without being told now. G.o.d, he wanted her. Still he took the time to push them in and out several seconds before replacing them with the head of his c.o.c.k.

"Hold on, baby. I'm going to f.u.c.k this tight a.s.s. You like it, don't you, Drew? You like having your a.s.s filled."

"Yes, fill me up, Marshall!" she cried out.

He pushed in as she pushed out, and soon his d.i.c.k popped past her tight ring. Marshall surged forward before stopping to let her adjust. It didn't take long before she was shoving back against his c.o.c.k. He pulled out and pushed back in over and over, until he was b.a.l.l.s-deep and couldn't go any farther. He nodded at Jeb, and they began a slow dance of pus.h.i.+ng in and pulling out. First, Jeb would delve in then he'd pull out as Jeb tunneled in her c.u.n.t. They reversed and did it again.

In and out, in and out, they made slow love to her. Marshall licked up her back as he held fast to her a.s.s, riding her slow and easy. When Jeb began to speed up, he followed suit and tunneled in and out of her hot a.s.s, relis.h.i.+ng the feel of Jeb's d.i.c.k against the thin membrane separating them. Jeb didn't fool him. He knew his friend wanted him but wouldn't act on it. Jeb felt guilty for having taken Marshall when they were in prison, but Marshall appreciated it, since the alternative was to be ridden by every b.a.s.t.a.r.d in there. Jeb had compromised his feelings and taken care of Marshall. Now he still wanted him.

Marshall didn't feel the same way, and Jeb knew it, so he kept it to himself. Since they'd found Drew, he'd sensed a change in how Jeb felt. He seemed less tense and more like he'd been all those years ago before prison. He'd settle down with Drew in a New York minute just to know that his friend was happy. It helped that he'd fallen for her. It wouldn't last long on her part, but he'd take what he could get.

Drew began to whimper and shove herself down on Jeb then back against him. She moved faster and faster. Marshall grabbed her tighter and helped her. They f.u.c.ked her deep and hard until she came around them. She screamed her climax, calling out their names in the process. It felt good to hear his name on her lips. The vibrations of her body soon took him over the edge, and he shot his c.u.m into the condom. Seconds later, he knew Jeb had done the same by the shout and look of intense pain and pleasure on his face.

Marshall carefully pulled out of Drew and kissed her back before helping her off of Jeb without either of them losing their condoms. He rushed to the bathroom and disposed of his, bringing back a warm, wet towel to clean Drew up as Jeb disappeared in the bathroom next.

Drew hummed her appreciation, then crawled up in the middle of the bed and cuddled beneath the covers. He climbed in on one side of her and felt the bed dip when Jeb climbed in on the other side. They all snuggled up to keep warm. It wasn't long before Drew was sound asleep.

Marshall wanted to tell her he loved her but figured it was way too soon, if it was ever the right time. He couldn't imagine living without her but knew he had to prepare for that eventuality. She wouldn't be able to live with both of them on a permanent basis. The town folks would talk and make it hard on her. He didn't want that for her for anything.

"You're thinking too hard over there," Jeb whispered.

"Yeah, I know. Can't help it. She's special."

"Our time is limited with her, Marshall. I know you've fallen for her, but it won't work."

"I know that, Jeb, but I can't help how I feel."

"I know." Marshall sighed. He did know.

Before he fell asleep, he heard Kenny and Robert's grunts in the next room. He smiled. Kenny would be in a good mood tomorrow.

Drew woke late the next morning to a cold bed. Both of the men were already up and gone. Disgruntled that they left her alone, she grabbed her clothes and dressed before stomping down the stairs. She found Robert in the kitchen cooking something, for lunch she was sure.

"Where is everyone? Why didn't they wake me up?"

"It started snowing early, and they all took off to bring in the herd before it got too bad to work in."

"They should have woken me up anyway." She poured a cup of coffee and wandered over to the window to take a look out. "d.a.m.n! There's already five or six inches of snow out there. How long has it been snowing?"

Robert laughed. "It started somewhere around four this morning."

"Um hum, and what were you doing up at four in the morning?"

"None of your business." He turned his back and continued stirring something on the stove.

Drew smiled and sipped her coffee. Well, the men would be busy with the herd. She would work on the paperwork and get that out of the way. They would have periods of being busy for the next few days, and she planned to work right along beside them. It was her ranch, after all.

Several hours later, she threw up her hands and cursed. She was missing an entire deposit on the bank statement. She had her slip to prove she'd made the deposit, but it wasn't in her account. It wouldn't make her overdrawn, but if she hadn't found it, she would eventually have done it. How could they have screwed up and not caught it? The tellers had to settle up each night, so they should have found it.

Resigned to fighting with the bank as soon as the weather cleared up, she slipped the deposit slip into the bank bag along with her statement. Then she locked it in her desk drawer. Now that they were having to lock the house up, she wasn't leaving anything to chance.

As she walked out of the office, she heard the kitchen door open and the shuffling of feet and stomping boots. Then she heard Robert fussing at them to wipe their shoes before coming in the house. She smiled. Robert could always be counted on to look after her and the house. He was a great big teddy bear. She truly wished he would move out there with Kenny. It would make Kenny happy.

"Where's Drew?" Kenny asked.

Drew frowned and hurried into the kitchen.

"Here I am, what's wrong?"