by Lily Reynard
He was rewarded by a soft giggle. "That's an extravagant promise, Mr. Brody."
"And I'm a man of my word," he assured her. "Just wait and see."
Then he set to work driving her crazy, kissing and sucking and nibbling all of her sweet, soft curves, working his way down until his face was happily buried in the musky-scented pussy between her legs.
He lingered there a spell, enjoying how he was able to make her writhe and pant and beg while she clamped her soft, white thighs around his ears.
Dan returned, the wide-mouthed jar of rendered lard in his hand.
Jim sensed that Abby was getting close to another climax, and reluctantly stopped the delightful game of driving her crazy with desire. He wanted to see her come again, but he wanted to be inside her, buried to the hilt, when it happened.
He pulled away and sat up, much to her evident dismay. "Please, Jim!"
"In good time," he promised her.
She was a sight to behold, her gorgeous hair all mussed and tumbling every which way, her cheeks and throat flushed with arousal, and her cornflower-blue eyes pleading for a good, hard fucking.
Which he intended to deliver as soon as Dan got himself situated.
"Baby's still asleep," Dan reported as he joined Abby and Jim on the bed.
He offered the jar to Abby.
"Will you grease me up, sweetheart?" he asked her.
Her golden brows shot up.
"We'll need a bit of lubrication for this next part." He fisted his swollen cock suggestively.
"All right." She sounded doubtful but scooped up a fingerful of the slick white substance.
"More," Dan advised. He grinned at her and added. "Butter me up good, little lady."
Abby laughed and reached back into the jar for a generous dollop.
Jim watched avidly as she trailed the fingers of her other hand over Dan's broad, dark-haired chest, down his muscled torso, and circled his navel with a teasing touch.
Dan's hard-on twitched, straining upwards for her touch.
Then she curled her hands around his rigid shaft, spreading the lubrication in a thick, shining layer from root to tip.
His eyes closed in bliss as her hand continued to move on his cock, pumping it in a motion that made Jim's own refreshed hard-on twitch in envy.
"Stop…stop," Dan groaned at last. "I want to come inside you, and that's not going to happen if you keep doing that.
She pulled away with a teasing, lingering slide of her hand.
"Are you ready?" he asked. "I'll be as gentle as I can, but you tell me if you want to stop."
Abby nodded. "What should I do?"
Dan reclined on the bed. "You're going to be the filling in a juicy, delicious sandwich." His voice sounded hoarse with desire as he extended his hand to her. "Come here and straddle me facing my feet. I'm going to fill your tight bottom, then you're going to lie back while Jim here takes you the regular way. And then all three of us are going on a ride to heaven."
Abby eyed them doubtfully. "You're both so big. Just one of you barely fits inside me."
"I know. You're so tight you squeezed me like a hand. I liked it." Dan smiled, looking smug. "Don't worry sweetheart. We'll take it nice and slow."
It was Jim's turn to stroke himself and watch as Abby swung her leg over Dan's thighs and lowered herself onto his brother's lap.
Her eyes widened as Dan guided the broad head of his glistening cock to her backside and positioned himself.
"Relax and push," Dan said. "I need you to open for me."
Abby's brow wrinkled with effort as she obeyed.
"Everything all right?" Dan asked when she had taken nearly all of him inside her. His voice sounded strained.
Abby bit her lip and squirmed a little, as if trying to find a comfortable position on a too-hard chair. "It doesn't hurt, but it feels really strange. Too big." She hesitated. "How does it feel to you?"
"Like fucking heaven," Dan told her. "Pardon my French."
Abby laughed, and took the last inch of him inside her. She sat back on her heels with a satisfied expression.
Dan waited a few seconds for her to adjust to the invasion. Then he wrapped his arms around her and urged her down against his chest while keeping himself firmly planted inside her.
His hands came up to cup her breasts as her head lolled back on his shoulder. "Ready for the next part, Abby?"
"Y-yes."
Dan opened his legs, and Abby followed suit. Jim positioned himself between their knees and gazed down at Abby's taut pussy.
"She's so tight and hot," Dan said, and plucked at the pink buds of her nipples.
Abby made an "oh!" of pleasure and squirmed against him some more. Dan groaned.
"I can't wait to join you," Jim said.
He kissed his way up her soft belly, pausing to worship her breasts before continuing up to give her a deep, slow kiss with lots of tongue. She responded eagerly, drawing his face down to hers.
As he kissed her, Jim reached down to guide himself into Abby's pussy.
With his brother's cock sheathed in her to the hilt, she was wet and impossibly tight. Jim wondered whether she could possibly take him inside, too.
He didn't want to hurt her, but he needed this. He'd been dreaming about this for days. He penetrated her slowly but with ruthless persistence.
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Abby panted as Jim slowly entered her, stretching her to her limits. It felt amazing, caressing every inch of her inner passage with a pleasant burn. Every time he pushed another inch inside her, she was acutely aware of Dan's thick shaft already impaling her from below.
It was too much. How was she going to manage them both at the same time?
"Sweet Jesus," Jim groaned when he was nearly all the way in. Then he pushed home, claiming her completely.
"Oh!" She dug her fingers into Jim's shoulders, panting as she tried to adjust to the double penetration.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded and tried to find the right words. It didn't hurt. It just felt very, very strange. "This is…extraordinary. Too much, but in a good way."
Firmly trapped between their two hard-muscled bodies, Abby felt utterly possessed by them in the most delightful way. Inside her, Jim's cock pressed against his brother's hard length with only a thin layer of her flesh separating them.
"Just what we wanted to hear," Jim told her. "You let us know if you stop enjoying yourself."
"Thank you," she breathed.
"All right, let's ride," Dan said eagerly. "Ready?"
"I think so," Abby replied.
She clung to Jim's shoulders as he and Dan began to move in a coordinated rhythm, moving hard and fast. Each alternating stroke rocked her back and forth between them, each thrust sent her a little closer to the edge of her climax.
It was too much. And yet, it wasn't enough. Not yet…
She gasped as Jim bent his head and took one breast in his mouth, sucking hard. Dan kept his hand on her other breast, squeezing and pinching her nipples the way she liked.
Dan slid his free hand between them and found the bud of her clitoris. His fingers were slick with lard as he stroked her.
"Yes," she moaned, convulsing beneath him. "Don't stop."
"Your wish is our command," Dan gasped, his fingers still moving between her legs.
Their combined caresses drove her to her climax a few moments later. Abby screamed hoarsely and writhed, transfixed on their thick lengths as her inner muscles rippled and squeezed Jim's penis.
Jim and Dan tightened their holds on her and continued to thrust without pausing. They didn't stop caressing her, either.
Abby sobbed and gasped as her climax receded, only to return a short while later, stronger and more intense.
Dan fell over the edge first, shuddering beneath her with a loud groan as his thrusts became short and irregular.
Then it was Jim's turn as he rode Abby hard and deep. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he groaned and
spilled himself inside her.
He collapsed on top of her briefly, then withdrew from her and rolled off to the side.
They rested a while, cuddled together in a heap, panting and sweaty and sated.
Then, Jim and Dan led her downstairs to wash up, all three of them naked as jaybirds in the darkened house.
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Plying a washrag and soap over every inch of Abby's skin only made Dan's desire rise again.
Their mutual sponge bath quickly shifted from cleansing to arousing as he and Jim did their best to put Abby in the mood for another round.
When they finally left the kitchen and hurried back upstairs to Abby's bed, they spent the rest of the night in sweet, wild, deliciously dirty play.
As they'd promised Abby, he and Jim used everything they knew to make their sweet girl come again and again.
They took her in every way they could imagine, and she proved once again that she was everything Dan could ever want in a woman—tender, passionate, and willing to try everything they suggested.
But their fun had to end sometime. Drained and limp with satiation, Jim and Abby fell asleep spooned together.
Dan, as drained and satisfied as he was, took a little longer to fall asleep. He watched a slanting bar of moonlight fall across Abby's bare skin and her shining, tousled hair, and realized that he wanted this perfect moment to last forever.
Because after months of grief and loss, he was finally happy.
“I'm crazy in love with you, Abby," he whispered.
To his astonishment, Abby responded in a sleepy murmur, “I love you, too.”
She reached out and drew him closer but didn't say anything further. Her breathing became deeper and more regular, and Dan realized that she had fallen asleep for real.
He also realized that he and Jim hadn't actually talked to her about their threesome becoming a permanent state of affairs, instead of one enjoyable and adventurous night of passion.
I want to marry her. I want her to be mine…no, ours. But how do we convince someone so worried about causing a scandal to take that chance?
Chapter 21
The long summer days slipped by as Abby settled comfortably into the routine of life at the Pronghorn Springs Ranch.
She spent a great deal of time chasing after Christopher, who was thriving and happy and beginning to crawl everywhere with determination.
The cherries, apricots, and plums came ripe one after the other in rapid succession, and she and Isaiah waged frequent battles with the wildlife that flocked to the garden to partake in the feast. The most frightening visitors were the bears, but luckily, they took fright and bolted at the wild clamor of tin cans strung together, with gravel sealed inside to amplify the noise.
Whenever Christopher napped, Abby spent her free time canning the fruit that Mukki and the other children from the Blackfoot village harvested for her. She made jams and jellies and even chutneys, not to mention a variety of pies that everyone at the ranch devoured with great pleasure.
After twilight, she continued her strange courtship with Jim and Dan. The short summer nights were filled with passionate encounters with them, both singly and together.
She wished this state of affairs could last forever, but sooner or later, their courtship must come to the point where she would have to decide which of them to wed. She dreaded that hour, because she couldn't bear the thought of hurting one of the Brody brothers with a rejection.
Oh, Abby, you've made a real muddle of things by falling in love with both of them!
A few days after the town's raucous Fourth of July parade and picnic, Emma rode out to the ranch on a cold and rainy day to visit Abby.
Abby was overjoyed to see her friend, and the two of them sat down to one of Isaiah's wonderful meals in Jim and Dan's company.
After lunch, the rain finally stopped, and Jim and Dan returned to work. Abby and Emma decided to go outside to enjoy a pot of tea and dessert on the porch. Abby was looking forward to a long chat to catch up on the past few weeks.
To take advantage of the beautiful summer weather, Jim and Dan had moved a card table and chairs out to the porch, and on warm days, the three of them frequently dined outside, with Chris sitting on one of their laps.
Now, Abby set it with teacups, dessert plates, and a teapot warming stand with a candle stub underneath.
As they drank tea and enjoyed slices of Abby's cherry pie, Emma tried to convince Abby to consider becoming the town's schoolteacher once Christopher was older.
Jim and Dan were in the paddock on the other side of the big horseshoe-shaped gravel drive, working with a group of young horses, and Abby was having a difficult time keeping her eyes off her two suitors.
Emma noticed her looking at them, and dimpled. "So, have you made a decision yet? Either of them would be a good catch. And you're still young enough to have a family."
Abby sighed, and decided to tell Emma the truth. "Yes, either of them would make a good husband," she agreed. "It's only…well, I'm the one who isn't a good catch."
Emma's russet brows lifted in an expression of polite disbelief. "Now, Abby," she chided in her gentle voice. "Why ever would you say something like that?"
"Because I can never have children of my own."
She didn't miss how Emma's hand went to her own belly in an unconscious gesture of empathy.
Hadn't Emma told her that she, too, was hoping for children? Though Abby guessed that the stork's delayed arrival might not lie with her friend, but with her elderly husband.
"That's why I decided to answer the Brodys' advertisement," Abby continued. "I so badly wanted a child of my own to love and hold."
Emma gave the two young men in the paddock a look of frank assessment. "Are you quite certain that you cannot bear children?"
Abby sighed. "Yes, I am absolutely certain. I had a medical condition—" She stopped herself from delving into the intimate details. "Father was able to effect a cure, but there was a price to pay. An irrevocable price."
"Oh, my dear. I'm so sorry!" Emma leaned in to give Abby an impulsive, sweet-smelling hug. "Forgive me if I blundered onto a sensitive topic."
"Not at all," Abby reassured her friend. "I'm very happy here, and I adore little Christopher."
Emma frowned. "Speaking of sensitive topics," she began, hesitantly. "I came to visit you today because I wanted to see you, but also because something very odd came up yesterday, and I thought I should tell you about it right away."
A sharp needle of apprehension stabbed Abby in the stomach. "What is it?"
"I received a letter from a Mr. Arthur Van Dyke. He claims that he is your former fiancé."
Arthur! The needle in Abby's guts turned into an icy spear of pure horror that transfixed her like a butterfly on a collector's pin.
She was not in the habit of fainting, but a wave of dizziness and nausea swept over her as black snowflakes drifted across her vision. She swayed in her seat and clutched the edge of the table to remain upright.
Emma reached over and put a comforting hand on Abby's shoulder until she managed to claw back her composure.
Then she drew a battered envelope from the pocket of her skirt. Abby recognized Arthur's familiar handwriting scrawled across the front, and her last hope that perhaps this was some horrible prank evaporated.
It's true! Why on earth would Arthur write a letter to Emma, of all people? Abby stared at her friend in dismay.
Then she realized the truth. And her nausea returned, stronger than ever. She wanted to throw up.
Arthur had somehow discovered that Emmaline Kottinger was the minister's wife in Abby's new home, and therefore the leader of the town's respectable society, such as it was.
"I—" Abby's throat felt tight with panic.
This is it. My fresh start, my friends...all of it derailed and wrecked like a train.
It was so utterly unfair. Abby loved little Christopher, and she was beginning to appreciate how deep her feelings for the Brody brothers ra
n. All I wanted was the chance to forge a new life for myself.
Twin Forks might be a diamond in the rough, but she had grown to love this town with its air of rowdy freedom. And she really liked and respected the women here—not only Emma, but Mrs. O'Sullivan and Texas Mattie, too. They were each strong and independent and above all, kind.
I only wanted them to like and respect me too.