"Wait 'til I tell Robert how you deliberately tried to trip up the man that kidnapped you."

Kenny grew even paler, if that was possible. She smiled her best smug smile at him.

"Let's see to that arm, Kenny," Marshall said.

"Let me call the sheriff and get that over with." Drew sighed. She really dreaded this part. She'd have to fill out another report and suffer through him and his deputies tromping around her land.

Jeb sighed and closed the door. It was closing in on nine at night. The sheriff and his deputies had just left. Drew needed to go to bed but was too keyed up. He knew what to do about that, but first, he needed to lay down some rules.

"Drew, we need to talk upstairs."

"What about? I need to check..."

He cut her off. "Nothing. You're coming upstairs with me. Marshall? You coming?"

"Wouldn't miss this for the world."

"What is going on, guys?" They were ganging up on her.

"I'm going to stay down here and sleep on the couch with the gun," Kenny said with a sigh.

"Good idea. When is Robert coming in?" Marshall asked.

"Tomorrow."

"Good deal. See you in the morning."

Marshall and Jeb each took one of Drew's arms and dragged her complaining all the way up the stairs to her room. When they got inside, Marshall kicked the door closed then turned the lock and smiled at her.

Jeb sat on the bed and crooked a finger at her. "Come here, Drew."

"Oh, no. You are not spanking me."

"Sit on my lap, and let's talk."

She eyed him suspiciously then sat on his lap. He held her there and kissed her forehead.

"Drew, you don't ever run into a fire fight again. Even if the guy hadn't aimed at you, a stray bullet could have caught you." Jeb looked her straight in the eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes. I overreacted. I won't do it again." She gave him a good pout.

Jeb laughed. He let her up, and Marshall immediately began undressing her. She even helped him. When she finished, he handed her over to Jeb, who was still sitting on the bed.

"I thought you were going to spank me," she pouted.

"You deserve a good one, Drew." Jeb popped her a.s.s.

Drew yelped but smiled at him. "Is that the best you have?"

Jeb pulled her over his lap and rubbed her a.s.s with the palm of his hand before laying a quick slap to it. She hummed her approval He rubbed it in then spanked her again in quick succession until he'd spanked her eight times. When he pulled her up, she had tears in her eyes but was smiling. Jeb reached between her legs to be sure she had enjoyed it.

She wasn't just wet, she was sopping wet. She'd thoroughly enjoyed his spanking.

"Aw, f.u.c.k, baby," Jeb said. "You're all juicy. I want some of that juice."

"I don't plan on sleeping much tonight, baby," Marshall said, shucking his clothes in a hurry.

Jeb stood up and followed suit. When she growled at them and stomped over to the door to unlock it and open it, Marshall stopped her with a kiss. He pushed her up against the door and began eating her mouth from the inside out. Drew had no defense against his kisses. His tongue dueled with hers as he caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s then moved lower to dip his fingers in her juicy c.u.n.t. When he pulled away from their kiss, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked. It was the most erotic thing to see him sucking her juices from his fingers.

Jeb saddled up behind her and pulled her hair back from her neck. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder up to her neck where he sucked. He was marking her, and right then, Drew didn't care.

"I want that tight a.s.s of yours tonight," Jeb said.

Marshall pulled her out of Jeb's embrace and over to the bed. He'd pulled on a condom and climbed on the bed.

"Ride me, baby. I want that tight p.u.s.s.y squeezing my d.i.c.k."

Drew wanted his c.o.c.k inside her despite wanting to punish them for whipping her. She wasn't going to pa.s.s up a hard c.o.c.k, though. She'd had so few of them over the years and none as good as her men. She climbed up on top of him and positioned his d.i.c.k at her p.u.s.s.y slit. With his help, she began lowering herself onto his thick c.o.c.k.

"Oh, G.o.d. You feel so f.u.c.king good." Drew reached the end of him and began to move.

"There you go, baby. f.u.c.k me like you want to." He pushed up with his pelvis but let her do all the work.

After a few seconds of letting her run the show, Jeb pushed her back until her face lay flat against Marshall's chest. He squeezed some lube on his fingers and began pushing first one, then a second one inside of her. She looked back over her shoulder at him with wide eyes. It hurt as he pushed them past the ring of resistance.

"Push back, Drew. It won't hurt, just burn, if you push back and take my fingers inside of you."

She did as he said, and sure enough, the small bite of pain gave way to a mild burning sensation. He moved his fingers in and out of her over and over. He began teasing her c.l.i.t with his other hand between her and Marshall. Soon, she was shoving back against his fingers. He pulled out and added more lubricant and then pushed three fingers in as she pushed out. The burn increased but soon changed to a tingling feeling as nerve endings woke up. Then he pulled his fingers out and positioned the head of his sheathed c.o.c.k at her back hole.

"Remember to push out, baby." He pushed, and the head of his d.i.c.k began to push past the ring.

It burned worse than his fingers had, but finally he popped through and stilled to let her adjust to his girth. Then he slowly began to pull out and push back in until he was buried b.a.l.l.s-deep inside of her. He didn't move after that. After a few seconds, Drew couldn't handle it any longer and began to push back at his d.i.c.k.

"Move! I can't stand it. Move. f.u.c.k me, Jeb."

Jeb began pulling out as Marshall pushed farther in. Then Marshall pulled out and Jeb pushed in. Nerve endings she'd never felt before began waking up. It felt so d.a.m.n good, she couldn't believe she'd been worried about it. They hit her hot spot every time they filled her. She was full of them and needed more.

"Harder, faster," she demanded, trying to help them along.

"Be still, Drew. Let us do the work," Jeb told her in a strained voice.

The sensations built and built until she felt like she would splinter into a million pieces. Never had she felt anything so delicious. s.e.x had never been this good. G.o.d, it couldn't just be s.e.x. It had to be more, more of them, more of her, more of all of them. She needed this to mean something to them, because it meant something to her. She felt her heart open to them, and she knew in that instant that she loved them.

Jeb felt as if his world was tilting on its axis. Never had he felt as complete as he did in that instance. He could feel Marshall's d.i.c.k sliding along next to him inside of Drew. The two most important people in the world were one with him. He didn't crave Marshall now like he used to. Drew bound them together, and he knew he would never be the same.

The harder he shoved inside of her, the more he wanted her. The faster he poured his c.o.c.k in her sweet a.s.s, the deeper his feelings for her grew. He wanted her in so many different ways. Not just s.e.xually but emotionally and mentally as well. He wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

His climax rushed at him. He tried to hold off, but couldn't. He reached between Drew and Marshall and felt for her c.l.i.t. His hand touched Marshall's c.o.c.k, but it didn't bother him. It didn't seem to bother Marshall either. When he found her c.l.i.t, he tapped it several times until she was screaming their names. Her c.u.n.t squeezed at Marshall while her a.s.s muscles squeezed Jeb's c.o.c.k until he was shooting c.u.m inside the condom. He wished in that instance that he could ride her bareback. He wanted to feel the heat and silky softness of her skin. He would bet his life that Marshall felt the same way.

Marshall shoved his pelvis up hard and deep into Drew's sweet c.u.n.t. Never had he felt anything so good. The only thing that would make it better would be to f.u.c.k her without the condom. He could tell Jeb was about to come because he reached between them and searched for Drew's c.l.i.t. He brushed his d.i.c.k with his fingers. Marshall knew the instant he found her c.l.i.t. Drew began bucking between them and cried out their names as her p.u.s.s.y tightened around him. f.u.c.k, he wouldn't be able to last.

Marshall fought against it, wanting it to last as long as possible. It was the first time he'd ever felt so complete, so a part of something. He'd been searching for this for so long, and now he'd found it with his boss, of all people. How could he hold her when he was not only her employee but a convict as well? And then there was Jeb. They were a pair. They came together. She couldn't live with two men in this community. They would never accept them. He knew he loved her, and the pain in his heart nearly undid him as she milked his c.o.c.k, and he shot his c.u.m deep in the condom.

Drew lay on his chest, panting as loudly as they were. Jeb lay over them but soon rolled over, pulling free of Drew. She complained with an "oh" but continued to snuggle on his chest. He didn't mind that it made it harder for him to catch his breath. He cherished her there.

After a few seconds, Jeb got up to dispose of the condom. He returned with a warm, wet bath cloth and began to clean her up. Marshall felt the cloth on his b.a.l.l.s. He needed to get up and dispose of his condom before he leaked.

"Drew, baby. I need to get up. Here's Jeb. He'll hold you now." He nodded at Jeb, who climbed back into bed and pulled her over into his arms.

He held on to the condom until she was off and then escaped to the bathroom. He needed a moment to compose himself. Realizing you love someone and knowing there's not a chance in h.e.l.l of it being reciprocated sucked.

Chapter Twelve.

Jeb and Drew didn't make it into town the next day since the sheriff had been out the night before. Robert arrived just after noon, and Kenny immediately brightened up. His boyfriend fussed about his arm and the foolish chance he'd taken. Drew had no idea how they addressed it in private but couldn't forget how Jeb and Marshall had addressed hers. She smiled. She hadn't felt this energetic in months. Yep, s.e.x was good for you. Being in love probably helped.

The problem lay in the fact that she didn't know how the men felt about her. She knew they cared for her, as they'd said as much several times, but love? They were men of the world. Maybe they couldn't love her. Regardless, she had made up her mind to enjoy them while they were there.

She had woken up between them. She had her head on Jeb's shoulder with Marshall's hand around her waist, and his swollen c.o.c.k nestled against her a.s.s. She had her arm around Jeb's waist. She wanted to wake up in some form of that every morning.

They had started the morning off with a quickie and then a shower together that resulted in another quickie. She had worried they would be late getting downstairs, but Kenny must have gone to take his shower and hadn't come back down yet. No doubt he was antic.i.p.ating Robert's arrival.

When he did arrive, Kenny was like a different man. She felt for the two of them, not being able to be together as a couple. People could be so cruel.

"Ready to check fences?" Marshall asked.

"Let's get going so we can get back. Robert's making lasagna. You don't want to miss that."

"As much as I've heard about his cooking, I'm looking forward to it."

"Let's go. It's going to be a long day."

Drew and Marshall checked fence lines all the way around the majority of the pasture. For the first time in a long time, there weren't any cut wires. It meant they made more progress and could stop and check the back pasture for any strays while they were out. They didn't find any.

"Looks like whoever it is that's doing the petty c.r.a.p got scared from the other day. Maybe that will put a stop to it for now," Marshall said.

"I hope so, but I don't think that's going to happen. This has been going on for too long. They're in it for the duration. I just wish I could catch the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Then I wish he had land and money so I could sue him."

Marshall chuckled. "Don't hold a grudge, do you?"

"Nope. I make promises and keep them." Drew pulled back on her reins and pointed to the vultures in the sky circling something at the back pasture. "We'd better go investigate."

"If we get back in time, we could maybe get the sheriff to do it instead," Marshall suggested.

"Nope, we can do it. It's probably a downed cow. I need to make sure it's not in the water, or it will contaminate the stream."

"Well, let's go." Marshall took off at a trot.

Dew followed behind him letting him lead. She hated finding dead cows. It ruined her day. Not only because she couldn't afford to lose a cow but also because it upset her stomach. But she had no choice. She had to be sure.

They approached the cow, and she swore. It was a young cow, not even a year old yet. She climbed off her horse along with Marshall and carefully approached the animal. If it wasn't dead it could be dangerous. Their hooves could do some major damage.

"Well, it's alive. I don't know why it's down unless there's an injury on the other side," Marshall said.

"Let's see if we can get it up." Drew pulled a rope off her horse and tied it to the saddle horn, then carefully walked around to the cow's head.

She looped it around his neck. Marshall did the same, and they both climbed back on their horse and urged them forward. The cow bellowed but came to his feet after a few seconds of pulling.

"f.u.c.k. He's got a bullet hole in his freaking head, Drew."

"No wonder he was down. Why is he even alive?"

"It must have missed anything vital and just skimmed around the outside."

"What do we do?" Drew asked, truly at a loss.

"Let's lead it to the barn, and we'll see how it fares tonight. That's about all I know to do for now. With the snow they've forecast, I doubt we can get a vet up here tomorrow."

They led the cow slowly to the barn and settled it with hay and water. It seemed to be doing okay now that it was up. Drew couldn't believe they wouldn't have heard the gunshot and was even more surprised they would have shot a cow.

"Why didn't we hear the gunshot?" she asked Marshall.

"Probably used a silencer. I think tomorrow, we need to move as much of the herd as possible closer to the house. It will cut down on anyone messing with them if we're diligent about watching." Marshall pulled his saddle off the horse then hung the horse blanket up as well.

Drew followed suit, and they began to tend to the horses. They were almost finished when Jeb walked into the barn.

"You were out a long time. Anything going on?"

Marshall told him about the cow and the fact that they hadn't found any more cut wire. Jeb shook his head and looked disgusted. Drew felt the same way.

"Guess I'll be calling the sheriff again. I doubt he'll come out, though, with this weather system moving in." Drew headed for the house with Marshall and Jeb right behind her.

"We've gotten everything ready around the house and barn. Rope's strung, and we piled enough wood for a month on the porch," he said with a grin.

"I can't wait for Robert's lasagna," Marshall confessed.