The sound of hoofbeats not far off grabbed Jeb's attention. He was just about to turn around and try to take the man's gun while he was distracted when a bullet whirled past him, and a loud grunt followed. He fell to the ground and rolled over to see the man had fallen as well and was reaching for his gun when Drew walked up holding a gun at her side. She aimed it at the fallen man.

"Go ahead and grab for it. I want to put a bullet through your brain so badly I can taste it."

"Do you know him?" Jeb asked, coming to his knees.

"This is the old foreman, Harry Smith." Drew walked over and kicked his gun out of his reach.

"You took my ranch. It was supposed to be mine when he died. He promised it to me." The man held his hand to his chest where Drew had shot him.

About that time, Marshall and Kenny rode up. Both men jumped from their horses to see if any of them were hurt. Jeb climbed to his feet and walked over to where Drew was holding the gun on Henry.

"Here, let me do that for you." He reached for the gun.

"No, you're not supposed to have a gun. The sheriff will be here soon. He'll handle this." Drew kept the gun aimed at the man. "Henry, who were you working with? I know you didn't do all that c.r.a.p by yourself."

"I ain't telling you nothing."

Jeb walked over and put his foot on the man's shoulder and applied pressure.

"Brett! d.a.m.n it, that hurts. Stop it. Brett hired me to sabotage your ranch, but it wasn't working. Then you got these men helping you, and he got p.i.s.sed off. He really wanted to marry you, Drew."

Jeb took his foot off the man's shoulder.

"Who else was shooting at us besides you?"

"Walter Jeffers, from Brett's ranch."

Jeb heard the unmistakable, and now very predictable, sounds of the sheriff's cars coming up the drive. He didn't like Drew having to deal with shooting Henry, but she was right, he wasn't supposed to have a gun.

"What in the h.e.l.l are you doing, Henry?" The sheriff walked up and checked his wound. "Looks like you get a ride in the ambulance." He looked up at the four of them and winced.

"Okay, who shot him?"

"I did." Drew handed him her rifle. "He shot at us and then threatened to kill Jeb. I didn't have any choice. I couldn't let him do it."

"Whose fingerprints am I going to find on this gun and the bullets inside?" He looked straight at Jeb.

"Mine. I loaded the rifle, and I shot the rifle." Drew held out her hands. "You should still be able to smell it on my hands."

He held one of her hands and sniffed.

"h.e.l.l, I guess we've got a mess on our hands."

"It gets worse, sheriff," Kenny said.

"What?"

"Henry, tell him who put you up to it and why." Kenny kicked him in the side.

"Kenny," the sheriff warned him. "Henry, tell me what's going on."

The man laid it out on the line. How he'd wanted revenge and Brett knew it, so he hired him to cause problems around Drew's ranch so she would have to sell to him and marry him. When that didn't work, and she got help on the ranch, he got mad and wanted revenge himself.

"It was all his idea to shoot at them. I wouldn't have gone that far, but he was threatening to turn me in if I didn't help him."

One of the deputies walked up. "Got an ambulance on the way."

"Okay, I want each of you to give my deputies your statements individually. Then you can come to town and sign them once they've gotten them typed up. I figure the judge will enjoy this little mess you've got. Looks like I've got to go pay Brett a visit next."

"Drew, you've got yourself some good men here. Don't know as I would have ever trusted them to begin with, but I think they're good men."

"Thanks, Sheriff. I know they're good men." She wrapped her arms around Jeb and Marshall and hugged them.

Long hours later, Jeb and Marshall soaped Drew up and bathed her as she relaxed in her tub. Jeb figured she deserved a little special treatment, though he wanted to wring her neck for endangering herself by coming out in the first place.

"Umm, that feels so good," she purred as they each circled a breast with their hands.

"Just wait until we've got you all squeaky clean. Then I think you're going to feel even better," Marshall told her.

Jeb smiled. He planned on spanking her a.s.s as he f.u.c.ked her there. He couldn't wait. In the meantime, he enjoyed playing with her. She was so d.a.m.n responsive to them. He rinsed her breast and then moved his hand down her abdomen to her p.u.s.s.y. He rubbed her mound and gently tugged on the curls there. Then he slipped a finger inside her and pumped it in and out until she was making waves in the water trying to take more.

"You're going to make a mess on the floor if you keep that up," Marshall said with a grin.

"Maybe we need to take this to the bed, boys." Drew reached up for one of the men to pull her to her feet.

Jeb helped her out of the tub then grabbed a towel to dry her off. Marshall took another one, and between them, they soon had her dry and warm. Jeb carried her to the bed that Marshall had already turned down in preparation for them needing the room on it.

He laid her down on the bed, and Marshall walked around the other side. He pulled under her arms to slide her farther on the bed. Then he reached down and kissed her.

Jeb leaned in and spread her p.u.s.s.y lips so he could lick along her slit. He teased at her c.l.i.t but didn't dwell there. He wanted to build her pa.s.sion first. He sucked her sweet c.u.n.t, lapping up her juices until she was squirming to get closer to him. He looked up to see Marshall sucking at her nipple with his mouth and pinching the other one with his fingers.

"You taste so d.a.m.n good, baby. I can't wait until you come on my tongue."

He spread her wide again and pushed two fingers inside of her. Then he began to slowly pump them in and out until she was tilting her pelvis to take more of them inside of her. He chuckled and curled them around to stroke her hot spot. He loved finding that one little area that, when touched just right, set her off like a rocket. He stroked slowly over that spot just softly enough to send her into moans and start her begging for more.

"Please, Jeb. Please let me come. I can't stand it."

"Not yet, Drew. I want you to feel how good it can get when you wait, baby."

He took a long, slow lick over her c.l.i.t and enjoyed the quick push of her hips at him. She tried everything to get him to continue to rub that little nub, but he wasn't going to do it. He wanted her so hot she would explode on his tongue with just one breath.

His eyes met Marshall's, and they nodded in agreement. He leaned in and began stroking Drew's G-spot in bolder strokes and used his tongue to f.u.c.k into her as well. He felt her begin to tremble, signaling her climax was just around the corner. He waited until the last possible minute, then pressed hard on her hot spot and nipped her c.l.i.t as she screamed her climax. He quickly licked her juices as fast as she came. Never had anything tasted as sweet to him as her p.u.s.s.y right then.

Marshall reached down with his fingers, and Jeb backed off to let his friend scoop up some of her delicious honey. He watched his friend's eyes close as he licked her cream from his fingers. He enjoyed seeing Marshall happy. He wanted them all to be happy. The look on Drew's face right then was the loveliest he'd ever seen. She was sated and drifting on it. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room. Jeb let her rest for a few more seconds before he had her roll over and straddle Marshall.

Chapter Twenty-One.

"Marshall, let her ride you like the cowgirl she is." Jeb helped a very endorphin-tipsy Drew climb up on Marshall. She slid down and took him in her mouth for one quick suck before she let them lift her to take Marshall's d.i.c.k inside of her p.u.s.s.y. He'd tasted delicious. She wanted to suck them off, but they needed this more. Needed to feel each other to know they were all okay.

She slowly slipped down until her p.u.s.s.y lips touched his pelvis. She squeezed down around him until he groaned and swatted her a.s.s.

"Behave, Drew," Marshall teased.

"I want to move," she pouted.

"You'll move in a minute, baby," Jeb said behind her.

He pushed at her back until she folded down over Marshall's chest. She kissed him when he lifted his head up for her to reach, then she licked his nipple and grazed her teeth over it. He shuddered.

She felt Jeb behind her and wasn't surprised when he spread lube all around her back hole. He squeezed some inside of her and carefully inserted a finger in her back hole. He pumped it several times then added a second finger. She drew in a deep breath and pushed back on them to get them past that tight ring. When he added the third finger, the burn started. She moaned and moved with his fingers. He spread them inside of her until he felt she was ready. She trusted him to know and groaned when he withdrew his fingers.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k your tight little a.s.s, baby. I can't wait to feel you squeeze me."

Jeb pushed the head of his c.o.c.k against her little rosette. It blossomed open for him as he pushed. Drew pushed back and whimpered as the ring burned where he was forcing the head of his c.o.c.k past it. When it finally popped through, she groaned. Jeb waited for her to pant through the pain and then began to move in and out in short thrusts until she was pushing back on him Nerve endings tingled to life, and she wanted to move, needed to move. She pushed up on Marshall's chest and began pulling off him to shove back on Jeb. Then she pulled back from Jeb to sink once again on Marshall. Over and over she moved on them, until Jeb finally held her still.

"It's our turn, baby. Let us f.u.c.k you."

Drew relaxed and let them take her then. She just rode them as they did the driving. One in and one out, over and over, until she could no longer be still. Her climax was riding her hard. She wanted to come, but it was just out of reach. Fire burned inside of her, growing hotter and hotter. Her blood felt on fire, and electricity sparked at all her nerve endings. She felt as if her world was going to fly apart at any minute.

"Please, Jeb, please, Marshall. I can't take it. It's too much. I can't survive it. Please, no more."

"There's always more, baby. Just breathe. Relax. Let it take you, Drew." Jeb's voice sounded a long way away.

She felt tears sliding from her eyes, and her breathing came in great gulps as everything thinned down into a single point. Then Marshall shoved his d.i.c.k deep inside of her and pinched and twisted her nipples at the same time that Jeb shoved his c.o.c.k all the way inside of her a.s.s. He slapped her a.s.s over and over, and she came unglued. She felt each of them come as well. She could actually feel their c.u.m stream into her. The pain/pleasure of their possession was her undoing, and she screamed and cried as she tried to breathe around the fire burning through her.

For long seconds, she couldn't see or hear anything but her heartbeat as it raced ahead of her, not waiting for her to catch up. She finally collapsed on top of Marshall. None of them could catch their breath. Jeb pulled out, making her cry out at the loss. He kissed her back then left her and Marshall, still joined and panting.

"Easy, baby." Jeb's voice sounded close, but she couldn't think right then. He rolled her over to her side, and Marshall slipped from inside of her. Another loss. She felt both of them gone from her, and didn't like it.

"I've got you, Drew." Jeb's voice again.

Then she felt them clean her up and crawl into bed with her. She snuggled between them and knew she was where she wanted to be. It didn't matter to her what people said or how they treated her. She wouldn't give up her life, with both men in it, for anything. They completed her, and for the first time in her life, she had more than just a home. She had a family.

THE END.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

Marla Monroe lives in the southern part of the United States. She writes s.e.xy romance from the heart and often puts a twist of suspense in her books. She is a nurse and works in a busy hospital but finds plenty of time to follow her two pa.s.sions, reading and writing. You can find her in a book store or a library at any given time when she's not at work or writing. Marla would love for you to visit her at her blog at themarlamonroe.blogspot.com and leave a comment.

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