Taking one of her hands, I pushed it between our bodies and laid it over her sensitive nub. “Use your fingers to make yourself feel good,” I murmured. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
Her hand shifted between us and I felt her little fingers move over her tender flesh, “Kiss me again, please,” she begged.
I’d likely never stop kissing her, but she needed more. As her fingers worked her swollen flesh, I experimented with my movements, watching her reactions to see what she preferred.
Maddy let out a soft cry and her head fell backward as I lifted her thigh and helped her wrap it around my waist, allowing me to go even deeper. “Do you like that?” I asked.
“More, please?”
I settled into the slow rhythm she wanted, my cock surging as her muscles clenched and rippled around me. Lowering my head, I nipped at the sweet spot under her ear, then trailed soft kisses down the side of her neck, licking at her silky skin as she shuddered. My balls tightened and I slowed my movements, desperate to make her come before I let go.
Making love to our new wife was like heaven and I never wanted to stop. Her sweet perfume made me forget all about the ranch, broken fence, and missing calves.
I hissed at the sting of her sharp nails digging into my shoulders, her fingers tightening as her pussy gripped my cock like she’d never let go. Her skin flushed pink with exertion and I kissed the wrinkle between her eyes, my hands roaming down her flanks as I made love to our wife.
She tightened her leg around my hips, driving me faster as her desperate whines goaded me. Her fingers worked furiously between us and the slick gush of her pleasure tempted me into tasting her as Caleb had. My balls ached and swelled, and I whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
“Don’t close your eyes, darling,” Caleb admonished. “Watch Justin fuck that beautiful pussy.” He reached between our straining bodies, pressing down on Maddy’s fingers. “See how wet you are for us?”
Letting out a sharp scream, her eyes widened as she spasmed around me. I fucked her harder, desperate to bury myself so deeply inside her she never doubted for a moment the passion between us.
“Justin! I’m going to—”
“Let go, honey,” I encouraged, resting my forehead against hers. Her pretty eyes were cloudy with desire, and I kissed her parted lips, tasting her with soft flicks of my tongue as she kissed me back.
She spasmed, digging harder into my shoulder as she froze. Her channel sucked at me and I thrust into her one last time as my balls tightened. She rippled around me, and I let out a hoarse shout as she dragged me into climax with her.
Maddy wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I collapsed on top of her, my heart thundering in my chest. Although I was almost too spent to move, I rolled off her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Kissing the top of her head, I whispered, “That was mighty fine, Mrs. Mathis. Mighty fine, indeed. Are you ready for more?”
CALEB
* * *
“Such a good girl,” I murmured, brushing a few strands of damp red hair out of her face. “You took that big cock so beautifully. We’re proud of you.”
“This is where you’ll sleep,” Justin said. “Between us so we can pleasure you at will.”
“And you’ll never be cold,” I added.
“Mmm. I’m not cold now,” she replied burrowing her face in Justin’s chest.
I laughed softly and rolled to my back. “Come here, darling. You’re going to ride me.”
Maddy rolled over and peered at me, her face still flushed with passion. “I don’t understand what that means.”
“So innocent and sweet,” Justin said. “You’re going to straddle his hips and fuck him.”
“I don’t believe that’s how things work.” Maddy bit her lip, looking so adorably confused I wanted to kiss her.
“Have we led you astray yet?” I tossed an arm over my head and stroked my cock, rubbing my thumb over the plum colored crown as precum dribbled from the slit. Her eyes locked on my shaft and I hid a smile when she licked her lips. I couldn’t wait to see that sweet rosebud mouth wrapped around my cock. “Have we done anything you haven’t liked?”
“Yes. Supper was awful.”
Justin and I chuckled. We both thought the food was fine, but it must not have been up to her standards. Maybe there was a little bit of pampered eastern princess in our bride.
“Up you go,” Justin said, helping her to her knees. “Look at that sweet pussy, all swollen and ready for another good fucking.”
Her cheeks turned bright red and she threw her hands over her face. Despite her obvious embarrassment, a trickle of fresh moisture leaked down her thigh. Justin swiped a finger through it and sucked it into his mouth.
“You taste delicious, Miss Maddy. Now, climb on Caleb.”
“You are both naughty,” she muttered. Yet she did as we asked, tossing a knee over my hips to straddle me awkwardly. “Like this?”
“Almost.” Justin got behind her and eased her knees farther apart until her core touched me.
I hissed out a breath, desperate to control myself. “That’s a good girl, Maddy.” I stroked the silky red curls guarding her womanhood, making her hum in pleasure as I lined my shaft up with her opening.
“Lower yourself on him,” Justin encouraged. “Take his cock inside you.”
Biting her lip, she stared down at me, obviously nervous and unsure but so willing to please us. She sank down on me, and closed her eyes as I filled her. Whimpering softly, her head fell back against Justin’s chest.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, teasing her nipples into stiff points. “Move on him. Make yourself feel good.”
“I don’t know—”
I put my hands on her hips, helping her rock back and forth on my cock as I encouraged her with short thrusts into her hot cunny. “Like that, darling. Show us how you like to be fucked.”
“Oh, oh! My goodness!” Leaning forward, she put her hands on my chest. Her hips circled, driving me to madness as she took her delight from my body.
Glancing over her head, I nodded at Justin. It was time to start preparing Maddy for both of us.
Swiping a finger through the moisture trickling down her thigh, he shifted his weight behind her. Her eyes widened and her channel clenched almost hard enough to hurt, telling me the exact moment he penetrated her crinkled rosebud.
“Justin!” Her shriek echoed and I pulled her to me, kissing her to swallow her cries. There was no sense disturbing the other guests.
“We’re going to take you here,” he murmured. “In the same way Mohamiran wives accept their husbands. We’ll fill you with our seed, and you’ll know such pleasure from us.”
“No,” she whined. “That can’t be right. It’s—”
“You like Justin’s finger in your bottom, don’t you?” I asked. “I can feel you clench on me. Aside from that, as long as you feel good and enjoy it, nothing between husbands and their wife is wrong.”
Justin winked and brushed her hair aside, then kissed the back of her neck. “You said you wanted to learn about Mohamiran customs, did you not? Well, this is most definitely one of them, but you won’t be learning it from anyone but us. No one else touches you.”
A flicker of indecision crossed her features as I felt him push a second finger into her bottom. She shivered, squeezing my cock. Holding her hips, I surged upward, thrusting inside her.
“We only wish to bring you delight, sweetheart,” I murmured, fucking her steadily. Letting go with one hand, I pushed it between our bodies to tweak her sensitive pearl. “Will you let us?”
“I…” Her eyes fell closed and she let out a squeak when I pinched her clit gently. “Oh, God, yes.”
“That’s our good girl. We want you to come again for us. Show us your passion.”
The perfume of her arousal filled the room, making me wish I could bottle the rich, decadent fragrance.
“Please, fuck me.”
Her pleadin
g cry along with that delightfully profane word, made my balls draw up. I wasn’t going to last. It had been too long since we’d had a woman, but Maddy was well worth the wait. “Come for us, sweetheart,” I urged, rubbing her clit firmly as Justin fucked her bottom with his fingers.
Jerking hard, she arched her back and shuddered, crying her joy as her delicious cunny milked the seed from my cock in spurts. Groaning in pleasure, I pulled her into my arms as Justin stroked her back soothingly and whispered sweet words of adoration into her ear.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her coiffure had come loose, scattering pins everywhere.
When she didn’t answer, I frowned and tipped up her chin, then chuckled. “She’s out cold.”
“Poor thing.” He eased her off my chest and into bed. I wouldn’t have minded her using me for a pillow, but we needed to bathe her. “She must be exhausted.”
I nodded, rising from the bed, then went to the washstand for a damp cloth. “At least ten days on the train, plus meeting us. It’s no wonder she passed out.”
“Maybe longer,” Justin said.
She grumbled softly while we cleaned her, then drifted into repose, her plump lips parted. Carefully covering her with the quilt, we settled into bed next to her, one on either side. Just as it should be.
Justin fell asleep, his face buried in Maddy’s hair, and I smiled. My intuition never steered me wrong. Our wife was perfect.
8
MADDY
* * *
It was lovely to be so warm when a furious snowstorm raged outside. Rolling over, I snuggled into a warm male chest without opening my eyes. Judging by the lack of hair, it was Justin. With the heat of their bodies, I’d likely never need to light a fire again.
His chest rumbled under me with his soft laugh. “It’s time to wake up, Maddy. Caleb is fetching breakfast, and you’ve been out for almost twelve hours.”
I shot up out of bed and stumbled over my boots as I grabbed my dress. Stepping into it, I fastened the buttons as quick as I could. “Mercy! Why did you let me sleep so long?”
My drawers were gone, and judging by the happy smirk on Justin’s face, I wouldn’t be getting them back.
“You appeared to have needed it, what with running halfway across the country and having a wedding night.”
I blushed with the memory of their possession of me, lowering my face to hide it. Justin chuckled and swung his long legs over the edge of the bed, his dark skin gleaming in the early morning sun. His cock stirred under my avid gaze and I whirled around before he caught me peeking.
“Look your fill, sweetheart.” The floor creaked under his weight as he moved toward me and laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. “You’re our wife now.”
Justin was so beautiful. He looked like a sculptor’s model come to life before my eyes. Leaning closer, I tipped up my chin for a kiss. My stomach chose that very moment to give a loud, growling reminder that I hadn’t had a proper meal in days.
He frowned and backed away. “You must be starving,” he said, pulling his trousers over his hips. “You barely touched your supper.”
I laid a hand on my abdomen, flushing anew with mortification. “Sorry. I promise, I’m fine.”
He tapped my nose sternly, but smiled. “You’ll eat a good meal. After breakfast, we’ll take you to the mercantile for some warm clothes, then we’ll head home.”
The door opened, revealing Caleb with a large covered tray. My mouth watered and I hurried forward to help him. Waving me away, he set our breakfast on the table and removed the cloth.
There was tableware and a carafe of coffee, plus huge bowls of biscuits, steaming gravy, bacon, and a pile of scrambled eggs I was sure we wouldn’t be able to finish. My belly rumbled again, making Caleb chuckle.
“Sit and eat, Maddy. Let’s soothe that monster trying to escape your stomach.”
My cheeks hot, I obeyed and waited while he served me a plate before making two more for himself and Justin. The eggs were fluffy and had just the right amount of salt. The biscuits were as tender and flaky as I could make, and the gravy had the perfect scattering of pepper for seasoning.
Swallowing, I reached for another piece of crisp bacon. “How is this breakfast so lovely when supper was so awful?”
“I found out they had a new cook last night,” Caleb replied. “We thought it was fine, but you weren’t the only one to complain.”
Glancing down at my empty plate, Justin asked, “Are you finished eating? There’s still another biscuit if you want it.”
“Yes, thank you. I’ll burst if I eat another bite.” I touched my lips with my napkin, then asked, “Are we ready to go to the mercantile? I also want to check on Prince. He’s not used to the weather here either.”
“Of course. Put on your boots and we’ll head out,” Caleb said.
I pushed my foot into my boot, grimacing when I felt the wad of money lodged in the toe. Pulling it out, I handed it to Caleb. “Here, this is the last of my dowry. Will you put it in the bank for me?”
Caleb was on me in a flash, followed by Justin. Pinching my chin, he gently lifted my face up. “We told you we would take care of your needs. That money is yours to do with as you see fit, but you will not use it on us, understand?”
“But I—”
Justin stole my words with a deep, thoroughly drugging kiss, laying me back until I was gasping for air and sprawled on the bed, my bodice half undone. He tugged my hair, making me look at him and Caleb.
“Enough, Maddy,” he said sternly. “We’ll put that money away for a rainy day. It makes us happy to know you have something to fall back on.”
My eyes filled with tears and I nodded. How had I gotten so lucky to have two such wonderful men? It seemed almost sinful when most ladies were lucky if they got one. Or none, I reminded myself, thinking of Nathan Bergman.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Caleb murmured, helping me sit up. “We’ve got you now.”
“I know.” I leaned against his chest and scrubbed the tears from my eyes, then fixed my bodice. “We should go.”
“Good idea,” Justin said, helping me to my feet while Caleb packed my meagre belongings. “Otherwise we might be tempted to bed our beautiful wife again.”
My blush returned, heating my cheeks as they helped me with my ragged coat. We went downstairs, me tucked between them. When we reached the landing, I blinked in surprise at the sight of Ann and her husbands waiting with a large satchel. Robert held a heavy coat over one arm.
“Oh, good,” Ann said, smiling at us. “We were afraid we missed you.”
“Were we supposed to meet you for breakfast?” Caleb asked. “I’m afraid we’ve already eaten.”
“No, but we got home and realized your Maddy might need some things to hold her over. The mercantile is a little short on warm clothes this late in the season.” Andrew replied, handing the bag to Caleb.
Robert gave the coat to Justin, who helped me exchange it for Reggie’s. It fit perfectly, making me realize it must have been Ann’s. “Are you sure you don’t need this?” I asked, biting my lip.
She waved me away and shook her head. “No, it’ll warm up soon enough, and I’m used to the weather. I won’t need it for months, so you can use it until then.”
“Thank you so much,” I murmured, packing Reggie’s coat with the rest of my things. “You’re very generous.”
“We help each other in Bridgewater. You can return the favor for someone else after you get settled.”
I nodded in understanding. “Thank you again.”
We said our goodbyes and made our way to the livery for our horses. The snow, so furious the night before, was nearly gone from the wooden sidewalks and although still cold, it was a gorgeous morning. I scanned the street, trying to get my bearings, and spotted a post office barely a hundred feet away. Pointing at it, I asked, “May we stop? I’d like to mail something back to Kentucky.”
“Of cour
se,” Caleb said. “What are you mailing?”
“I need to send Reggie his clothes back.”
“Who’s Reggie?” Justin asked, his voice deepening to a low, jealous growl that made my insides quiver with renewed need. I reminded myself not to provoke them in public again. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over the embarrassment of being caught by Robert, Andrew, and Ann.
“My friend Dahlia’s husband. She gave them to me so I could escape. I’d also like to write her a note to tell her my news.”
I couldn’t tell her all of it, of course. She’d be appalled and scandalized at the thought of marrying two men—no matter how wonderful they were. It seemed almost disrespectful not to share both my men, but I’d have to keep it to myself. It wasn’t as if I’d be going back for her to meet them.
“Ah, she’s the one who helped you dye your horse, right?”
“Yes. We’re very close, and I promised to send her my address when I arrived.”
The postmistress was happy to help us package Reggie’s belongings, and I quickly penned a short note advising Dahlia of my new address. I left out everything that might worry her, and simply told her how happy I was. With that chore done, we returned to the livery stable and retrieved our horses.
I led Prince from his stall, belatedly remembering his bridle was gone. It must have gotten left on the train, and I’d been too preoccupied to notice it was missing. I didn’t need it overmuch, so I resolved to replace it later. Surely, Caleb and Justin had one I could use.
JUSTIN
* * *
As usual, our horses fought us, and I scowled when Maddy led her stallion from his stall without fuss or a lead rope. When she laughed and came to help, I waved her away.
“Stay back before you get hurt,” I ordered, struggling to saddle my gelding.
Maddy nodded, but when Caleb’s mare tried to bite, she strode into the fray and grabbed her nose before she could reach his arm. “No,” she said softly, looking into the mare’s face. “We don’t bite.”
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