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  “Marcus, help me undress her.”

  Marcus and Randall each took a boot and removed it, letting it plop to the floor. Darla didn’t move. Secondly, Randall unbuckled the belt and unzipped the pants before calling it quits and declaring her as comfortable as he could manage. He watched his brother patiently remove the jeans, then the socks and lastly, her shirt and bra.

  The minute her breasts were loose, Randall groaned and tried to take a step backward, only to realize he’d stepped closer to her instead of backing away. Things could head south fast, Randall knew, if he didn’t exert some manner of control. He pulled her more firmly against him and walked over to the bed. He gently laid her on the double mattress. Larger than a regular king-size bed, it sported four pillows and the softest sheets he’d ever slept on. This was where they’d spent hours exploring each other. Actually, they’d hogged the time and explored her more than she’d gotten to them. He would have to remedy that once she was healed and feeling better.

  Marcus walked out of the bathroom and nodded at Randall.

  “It’s all ready,” he said.

  Randall smiled and picked her up and carried her to the bathroom where a bath had been drawn, complete with bath salts and her favorite milled soap. She stirred in his arms.

  “What are you doing with me?” she asked, her voice slurred with sleep.

  “Giving you a bath. You’re sore from the wreck and soaking in the tub will help with the soreness.”

  Marcus called from the bedroom. “Remember not to get those wounds wet.”

  Randall smiled to himself. Mother hen, he thought.

  “I’m on it,” he called out.

  “I just had a shower.” She was a little more awake now.

  “Like I said, a soak in the tub will work wonders on the soreness. Don’t argue with me, Darla.”

  “Fine, fine. I’ll soak in the tub and get all wrinkly,” she fussed.

  Randall lifted her once again only to carefully lay her in the tub, making sure the water didn’t touch the bandage on her shoulder.

  “If I leave you alone, are you going to be able to stay awake, or do you need me to sit with you?” he asked.

  “I can stay awake,” she told him. “I’m not a child.”

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He closed the door behind him to keep the warmth in the room.

  Marcus had the bed turned back and ready for her.

  “It didn’t sound like she was none too pleased to take a nice bath. I thought all women loved to soak in the tub.”

  “She’s just bitchy because of the baby hormones, and because she’s probably in pain and won’t say anything,” Randall told him.

  “Damn, what can she have for pain that won’t hurt the baby?” he asked.

  “Tylenol is all they put on her paperwork. If it is severe, we have to take her back for them to monitor her.”

  “We need to get a pregnancy book so we can take care of her,” Marcus said.

  “Good idea. We can order one off the Internet. See what you can find.”

  Marcus nodded and left the room.

  Randall pulled out her sleep shirt and some underwear and laid them on the bed. Then he checked the time and figured she had been in long enough now. When he opened the door, he cursed. Her eyes were closed, and she made that cute snoring sound. The one good thing was that she hadn’t slid into the water and gotten her bandage wet.

  “Okay, sleepyhead. Let’s get you out of there. I think your prediction is right. You look all wrinkly.”

  “Told you so,” she managed to say around a yawn.

  “So you did. Okay, up you go.” He helped her stand up then step out of the tub.

  Randall took a towel off the warming bar and began drying her off. She didn’t protest, but she growled when he paid extra attention to her breast and her pussy. He couldn’t help himself. Her breasts were so delightful. He wanted to run his tongue all around the nipple then suck it in his mouth to tease it with his tongue. Randall groaned and adjusted his dick trying to relieve some of the pressure.

  “I suppose you’re putting me to bed,” she groused.

  “Soon as we get your T-shirt on, baby.”

  He carried her into the bedroom and helped her slip into the shirt and panties. She was a little bit incapacitated, though she wouldn’t admit it and ask for help. So, he helped her without asking.

  Darla finally stopped fighting him and relaxed. He suspected part of it was that she was tired and part of it was she realized she couldn’t fight and win with him. He tried to hide his smile, but she noticed and glared at him.

  “You know, you’re not winning any brownie points with me.”

  “I didn’t expect I was,” he said as he covered her up in the bed.

  “I’m just going to rest my eyes for awhile. Then I’ll be up and fix dinner tonight.”

  He started to tell her she wasn’t going to be fixing dinner, or breakfast, for that matter, until her shoulder healed, but she’d already closed her eyes and drifted away.

  Randall eased away from the bed and turned to find Marcus watching him from the doorway.

  “What?” he asked.

  Marcus shrugged. “Just wishing, is all.”

  “Wishing what?” Randall asked.

  “That she loved us enough to forgive us.”

  * * * *

  Darla woke disoriented to a dark room. What time was it? The fact that the room was dark meant it was around dinner time. She should have been up cooking it already. Reaching for the bedside lamp, she winced. She had forgotten about her shoulder. It definitely didn’t like being stretched out.

  With the light on, she could see that the alarm clock had been turned around so she wouldn’t be able to see the time. They were sneaky little devils she decided. When she looked at the time she huffed out a breath. It was past time for dinner—nearly nine o’clock at night. They’d let her sleep the day away. It didn’t matter that she probably needed to. It was the principle of the matter. She had a job to do. Without the job, she had no reason to remain. Deep down, she wanted to be there to see if they could work things out.

  The trip to the bathroom wore her out, but she made it on her own. Spending so much time in bed made her weak. She needed to be up doing something, or she’d never be able to get out of the bed. After tending to her needs, Darla dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. They were soft and a little large on her. Perfect for her sore shoulder and muscles.

  The trip down the stairs proved to be an ordeal in patience and balance. She held onto the banister for dear life as she maneuvered down the stairs. When she entered the living room, two sets of eyes widened. Marcus jumped to his feet and raced to pick her up with Randall right behind him.

  “You shouldn’t be out of bed, baby,” Marcus scolded in a soft voice.

  “I can’t stay in bed, or I’ll get weaker,” she informed him.

  “At least let us help you up and down the stairs. It could be dangerous while you’re weak and taking that medicine for nausea.” Randall followed them back to the couch.

  Marcus settled her onto the center of the couch, then sat beside her.

  “I need to stop taking the medicine now anyway. I’m not getting sick in the mornings anymore.” She rushed on when Randall started to speak. “If I start back, I can still take the medication.”

  “We’ll see,” Randall said.

  Marcus squeezed her against him careful of her shoulder. She was tired of being treated like an invalid. It had its advantages, but the drawbacks by far outnumbered them. She changed the subject.

  “What did you two have for dinner tonight?” she asked.

  “Ham sandwiches,” Marcus supplied.

  “See, you’re already back to your old ways. You should have woken me up so I could have fixed dinner. That is my job, you know.

  “Until you are one hundred percent again, you’re not doing anything but recovering,” Randall insisted.

  “Then you don’t really need me after all.” She
swallowed hard and started to pull out of Marcus’s arms.

  “The hell we don’t,” Marcus said.

  Randall echoed this with a thundering voice.

  “You mean everything to us. We need you more than we need anything or anyone else in our lives.” Randall sat on the edge of the couch and took her hands in his. “Don’t leave us, baby.”

  “How am I supposed to trust you when you lied to me? If you lie about one thing, you’ll lie about another.”

  “We admit we shouldn’t have done what we did. There is no excuse, but don’t condemn us for making one mistake. Part of any relationship is making mistakes. We are all going to make them. You included,” he pointed out.

  She drew in a shaky breath and decided they deserved to know why she wasn’t sure if she could forgive them.

  “I was engaged to be married to who I thought at the time was a wonderful man,” she began. “He failed to tell me that he was already married to a woman in another town and had two children with her. When I found out and called him on it, he swore they were getting a divorce. I thought I was in love with him and believed him at first. Then his wife showed up at my apartment one day to inform me that he had done it in the past and would in the future.” She stopped to swallow.

  “She said she had no plans to divorce him because of the children. She was afraid he wouldn’t pay child support if they were divorced. She had threatened to take him for everything he had if he tried to divorce her. She had proof of his infidelities, pictures that included me.”

  Darla couldn’t look at them. She focused on the fire in the fireplace instead. The changing colors of the flames mesmerized her. She let it distract her for a few seconds.

  “Darla. We aren’t like him,” Randall insisted. “Yes, we made a mistake. It was a serious one, but we did it because we love you and want you in our lives forever.”

  “Please forgive us and give us another chance,” Marcus pleaded.

  “I want to…” she began but stopped.

  Did she really want to? Did she love them like she had loved her ex? Could she forget their lie and try again with them?

  “What, baby?” Marcus encouraged her to continue.

  “I want to try. I’m just so afraid of getting hurt again. You can understand that, can’t you?” she asked.

  “We know, Darla. Just give us a chance. That’s all we’re asking, just another chance to prove to you how much we love you.”

  Darla swallowed and nodded her head. She would do it. She’d give them another chance. She was carrying their baby, so they were irrevocably tied to each other regardless of it worked out or not. She could afford to take one more chance on happiness. Because they did make her happy.

  “She’s going to do it, Randall. She’s giving us another chance.” Marcus leaned in and kissed her long and deep.

  Just as she got into his kiss, Randall pulled him out of the way and took control of her mouth. She asked herself how she could live without their kisses. They destroyed her and remade her all at the same time. Surely they could make it work. They really were nothing like her ex. They weren’t married, rarely left the ranch, and more than likely, she’d be with them when they were.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” Randall asked her.

  “That I love you both and want us to be a family. I’m scared, though.”

  “Give us some time. You’ll see. Everything will be fine,” Marcus added.

  * * * *

  Five months went by with everyone working hard to make things work. Darla felt like they were working too hard. Gone was the relaxed atmosphere of when she first came. Now, everything felt distorted. The men were over the top in everything they did for her. One of them was always close-by as if they were afraid she would leave again.

  Finally, she’d had enough and sat them down one night after dinner to discuss it with them. She crossed her arms, let out a breath, and began.

  “I want things to go back to how they were when I first got here.”

  “What do you mean?” Randall asked.

  “Things were easy. There wasn’t a cloud hanging over my head that said ‘be careful with me. I might break.’ Something has to give, or this isn’t going to work.”

  “I guess we’re trying too hard,” Randall said.

  Marcus sighed and leaned an arm on the mantel of the fireplace.

  “I guess we don’t know how to act to get you to trust us,” he said.

  “That’s just it. I don’t want you to act at all. I want you to be yourselves around me. I feel like we are all tiptoeing around each other. We might as well give up if this is how it’s going to be from now on,” Darla admitted.

  “We want to make you happy, Darla. Were you happy before we lied to you?” Randall finally asked.

  “Yes, very much so.”

  “Then no more trying to get it right. Marcus, we have to be ourselves. That’s what I think she’s saying.”

  “Exactly.” Darla wrapped an arm around Randall’s waist and hugged him.

  Marcus walked over and pressed in behind her moving her hair aside so he could kiss her neck. Darla hummed her approval. She’d missed their impromptu lovemaking. Feeling Marcus pressed against her back, and her front all but plastered to Randall’s, Darla could feel the beginnings of heat spreading throughout her body. It felt good, no, it felt great. She slipped her hands up Randall’s chest to burrow between his skin and his shirt. She marveled all over again at how strong he was. The muscles in his shoulders rippled when her nails lightly scored them.

  “Mmm, baby. You’re asking for trouble.” Randall’s voice came out raspy.

  “No, I’m not asking. I’m begging.”

  She unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt only to find he was wearing thermals. She growled in frustration. She would be so glad when winter was over with and they didn’t wear so many damn clothes. Hands from behind her began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Once they were loose at her waist, Marcus’s hand snaked down her jeans and underwear to tease her pussy with his fingers.

  Darla undulated trying to follow Marcus’s fingers. He played all around her hungry cunt but didn’t breach her pussy lips or touch that little button that had her climbing the walls. She moaned in frustration. Marcus laughed before sinking his teeth into her shoulder and nipping her. He licked the tiny wound then wiggled his fingers near her clit. She would kill him if he didn’t do something other than tease her.

  Randall chose that moment to finish unbuttoning her shirt. He spread it off her shoulders. Marcus caught it and tied her hands behind her back with it. The thrill of being bound and at their mercy ramped up the thrill for her. Randall buried his face in the V of her breasts and kissed the top of each of them. Her bra was a front closure. He wasted no time disposing of that as well. It hung from her arms where they were tied behind her. She struggled to move her hands. She wanted something to hold on to, like maybe a big, thick cock. When Marcus leaned forward to lick the shell of her ear, she managed to get her hands on the bulge in his jeans and scratch her nails over the material covering his cock. Marcus groaned and backed away from her.

  She missed the warmth at her back. She wondered what he was planning to do now.

  It wasn’t long before she found out. Hands gently pulled her jeans down as far as they would go with her boots still on. She heard Marcus curse and couldn’t help the laughter that slipped out. Randall nipped one of her nipples, and she screeched in surprise. She’d been so centered on what Marcus was doing that she’d forgotten for an instant that Randall was there. She wouldn’t forget again.

  Balancing the two of them proved to be a major job, so she didn’t try to keep up with them. Let the cards fall where they may. She was going to enjoy what they did to her and stop worrying about giving them equal time. There would be times when it would be just her and Randall like there would be times that there was just her and Marcus.

  Suddenly, Marcus picked her up and laid her down on the couch mindful of her ha
nds tied behind her. He and Randall each took a boot and pulled them off, tossing them toward the door. Marcus made quick work of her jeans and silky underwear, throwing them somewhere in the vicinity of the kitchen. She would have a ball looking for all her clothes. It made her smile, and she knew they were on the right track now.

  Now she was totally nude with the exception of the bra hanging off her shirt-bound hands. Randall knelt by the couch and began tormenting her breasts with his fingers. He pinched then licked. Sucked then twisted and sucked again. Soon she was moaning as her body began that long ride up to the top where her climax would send her over the side screaming.

  Marcus spread her legs until he could fit between them with his head and shoulders. He draped one leg over the top of the sofa and the other one over his shoulder. Darla expected him to tease her much like Randall was doing. Instead, Marcus went right to her clit and began licking and sucking it until she was on a fast ride to the top.

  Randall pulled away from her and unfastened his jeans. He pulled them down to his hips and let his cock free. It bobbed above her head, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She loved sucking their cocks. They were so different in size and taste. Just the thought of all that hard flesh between her lips drew a moan from her lips.

  “Please, Randall.”

  “What do you want, Darla?”

  “I want your cock in my mouth.” She licked her lips again.

  Marcus picked that moment to plunge two fingers inside her wet pussy. She screamed, and Randall fed her his dick. She swallowed around it and was rewarded with a groan from Randall when she did.

  Between Marcus teasing her clit now and Randall’s cock filling her mouth, Darla was in heaven. She wanted it all. She wanted her men, and she wanted the baby. In that instant, she knew she could forgive them. They’d given her everything she’d ever wanted—a family and a home.

  Randall pulled out of her mouth and leaned over until his balls were directly over her mouth. She reached out with her tongue and swiped it along the heavy sac.