There were also people roaming through the house, meaning Justin had to be up and out of her bed before dawn so we weren’t caught. We couldn’t complain too much though. Sara, Maddy’s old family cook, was every bit as good in the kitchen as our wife was. Aside from that, Sara was better at making her rest than we were.
Three days after her trial, we watched Maddy knead bread and decided she was well enough for the trip home. Her strong, capable hands on the dough made me hard in an instant. I wanted her touch and I was done waiting.
“Sara, will you help Maddy pack up her things? It’s time we…I took my wife home.”
The older woman blinked, then nodded. “Of course, sir. Mr. Carter can help me.”
Maddy’s smile blossomed like a rose, and she squealed as she raced to me. Hugging me tightly, she said, “I can’t wait.”
She kissed me, her tongue flicking out to tease at my lower lip. I bit back a groan as Justin coughed and shifted in his chair.
“Naughty,” I murmured into her ear.
“Not yet. Just wait until I get you home.”
Later, I escorted her around town to let her say goodbye to folks, then rode home for lunch. As we returned our horses to their stalls, I asked, “Are you sorry you won’t be coming back?”
“No. I’m going to miss my friends, especially Dahlia and Reggie, but we can write letters. I want to be with you and Justin. I want our big bed, and I want to wake up in your arms after a night of loving.”
I hurried her into the tack room, slamming the door shut behind us, then pulled her against me and sank my hands into her silky hair. Lowering my head, I took her mouth in a gentle kiss. When she whimpered and clutched at my shoulders, I traced a finger across a hardening nipple, then unbuttoned her bodice, revealing her tender buds to my wandering hands and eyes. I bent to pull one into my mouth and lifted her skirts. My hand found slick wetness and I pushed a finger inside her tight heat.
When she cried out, I cupped her wet flesh, rubbing the heel of my hand against the center of her pleasure. Setting damp kisses to her elegant throat, I whispered, “You’ll want to be a good girl and be quieter. That is, unless you want your stable hands to find you all wet and needy with your skirts around your hips and my hand between your thighs.”
“Oh, Caleb!” Spasming, she clenched around my fingers and let out a soft moan as boots sounded on the board floor just outside the door. I recognized the sound of Justin’s gait. He always put a little extra weight on his right foot, and it gave me a filthy idea.
“Who do you think that is?” I opened her bodice the rest of the way, then tweaked her nipples into stiff peaks. “I bet he’d sure like to see you so beautifully flushed like this and about to come on my hand.”
Her eyes widened and I laid my free hand over her lips as the door cracked open. Instead of revealing her gorgeous body, I blocked the view until I was absolutely sure it was Justin. When he peeked around the corner, I relaxed.
“What do we have here?” he asked, stepping into the tack room. He closed the door and blocked it with a wooden trunk. “Looks like a wife in need of her husbands’ attention.”
“I believe you’re right.” Stepping back, I switched places with him.
She opened her mouth and he kissed her, cutting off whatever she was about to say as I glanced around the small storage area. There had to be something… I smirked when my eyes lit on a saddle rack and a pile of blankets. It was just what we needed.
I locked eyes with Justin as I moved it into the center of the room and covered it with a few horse blankets. Still kissing her, he walked Maddy backward until her hip met the saddle rack.
“You two,” she said, breathing hard. Her pretty green eyes were clouded with passion. “I declare—”
“Shh.” I laid a finger over her pouting lips. “You don’t want someone to come in for real, do you?”
“Maybe you’d like that,” Justin replied, bending her over the blankets. He pushed her skirts aside and touched her dripping pussy, then held up wet fingers. “You’re soaked at just the thought.”
He dropped to his knees behind her, then shouldered her knees apart before burying his face in her searing heat.
Stiffening, she cried out, her lips parting. I bent down and kissed her to keep her quiet. She shuddered under Justin’s expert touch, her body quaking as he gave her the ultimate delight.
My cock ached and I fisted it through my trousers as she sobbed out the last of her climax. “I think she needs more,” I gritted out.
Justin rose to his feet, his jaw hard as he adjusted himself. “So do we.”
“Please…” Maddy lifted her torso off the blankets, giving us a beseeching look. “I need you.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have.” I unfastened my trousers, freeing my hard shaft as Justin did the same behind her. Holding her hair, I gently lifted her head to brush her soft lips with the head of my cock.
She opened her mouth and suckled me, pulling me deep as her hands went to my hips. Lord have mercy, it had been too long. Closing my eyes, I threw my head back as she slurped at my hard shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive crown.
“Look at how beautiful you are,” Justin crooned, stroking her back. Her dress slid off her shoulders, revealing pale skin peppered with a few fading bruises. They still made me furious, but I couldn’t think about it now. “I wish you could see how lovely you are with Caleb’s thick cock in your mouth.”
“Do you need Justin in your sweet pussy, Maddy?” Pins fell free as I loosened her hair and wrapped the silky mass around my fist. “Do you need him to fuck you while you’re bent over with my cock in your mouth?”
She moaned around me, the vibration making my balls tighten as Justin eased his cock into her tight channel. I wished I could see, but the voluminous pile of pale green silk skirts blocked my view.
I slowed my movement, fucking her mouth with languid strokes. I didn’t want to come too soon, but we couldn’t stay locked in here all day. She bucked between us, making Justin hiss out a breath, and her hands tightened on my belt to pull me closer.
“You’re going to come for us, Maddy. Cover my cock with your honey while we fill you with our seed.” Bending over her, he reached under her skirts, making her cry out and suck me harder. “You’re going to spend the entire trip home with a plug in your bottom so we can make you ours the minute we get back.”
Jerking, she spasmed and convulsed around us. Her sweet mouth milked the cum from my balls in a furious rush and my knees almost buckled as I exploded into her.
Justin let out a soft growl as his hips thrust against her, pushing her down on my sensitive shaft. His head went back and he stilled, his hand still busy under her skirts. She quivered and whined softly as she released me from the warm cavern of her mouth.
Her hands fell from my belt and she drooped over the saddle rack, sweat glistening on her forehead. She panted for a moment, then caught her breath.
“You two,” she murmured. “I declare.”
Laughing softly, we put our clothes to rights, then helped her repair her appearance as best we could. Swinging her into my arms, I carried her to the house.
“Miss Maddy!” Sara cried, catching us as we walked in. “What happened? Did that no-account Nathan—”
“No,” I said soothingly, pressing Maddy’s head against my shoulder. “She just got a little carried away and did too much. I’ll lay her down for a short nap, and she’ll be right as rain before supper.”
“I swear, you and Justin are going to drive me to an asylum,” she muttered, not protesting when I took her to her room and tucked her in.
“You weren’t complaining earlier,” I countered, leaning down to brush my lips across her forehead.
Letting out a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, a tiny, secret smile bowing her lips upward. “Can’t wait to get home.”
Leaving her to sleep, I went to help Caleb with the packing. I wanted to be on a train before the end of the week.
MADDY
* * *
A full week after my arrival in Kentucky, we were finally on our way home. This train ride was so much different from my last one. For one thing, I was wearing a proper dress and corset, and my hair was pinned under a neat straw hat. I also had quite a bit more luggage, along with furniture, linens, my mother’s china packed in straw, and everything else I’d need to set up a comfortable household.
It was the dowry I should have had in the first place, but I had no idea where I was going to put everything. My protests fell on deaf ears. Caleb and Justin simply packed everything Sara told them to. Despite my reservations, it would be nice to have my own familiar belongings.
Although the bruises on my face had faded to a bilious yellow, I still caught my husbands scowling at them when they thought I wasn’t looking. It wasn’t their fault. Who would have guessed my innocent letter to Mr. Fuller would have caused such trouble?
Aside from the huge pile of things my husbands packed, we had a private compartment on the train. It was a luxury I’d never expected, but welcomed. Best of all, it gave us plenty of privacy.
They drove me to distraction with illicit touches and caresses. I spent my days stewing in helpless arousal, exacerbated by the wooden toy firmly plugging my bottom hole. Despite my pleas, they refused to make love to me. The one thing they hadn’t packed had been my drawers. I had nothing but constant dripping need covering my private parts.
As we passed through St. Louis, my husbands finally broached the subject I hadn’t wanted to talk about.
“What do you plan to do with your father’s property?” Justin asked while we ate supper in our compartment.
“Sell it, I suppose. I don’t want it.”
“It’s your childhood home,” Caleb reminded me.
“I’m no longer a child.” To reinforce my words, I stroked my hand across the bulge in his trousers.
“Naughty,” he murmured, lifting my hand away. “We’re talking about your home.”
“No, we’re talking about the place I used to live. My home is with you and Justin.” I took a bite of roast chicken, hoping they’d drop the subject. I supposed we needed to discuss it though. Otherwise, it would sit in the back of our heads and nothing would be done about it.
I wanted it gone. But not to someone I didn’t like. The thought of Nathan buying it, for example, made my heart hurt. But who?
“I know what I’m going to do,” I said, laying my silverware beside my plate. It was the perfect solution, and I had no idea why it hadn’t occurred to me before.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Justin asked.
“I’m going to sell it to Dahlia and Reggie for a penny an acre. They’ll care for it, and I’ll be happy knowing it’s in good hands.”
“Why that amount?” Caleb took my hand and kissed it. “You could get much more for it.”
“I know, but I don’t care about the money. Dahlia and Reggie can afford it, and I think it’s a proper reward for helping me get to you.”
Caleb shared a glance with Justin, and they nodded. “Done,” Caleb finally said. “We’ll send Mr. Fuller a letter from our next stop.”
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JUSTIN
* * *
I pulled Maddy into my lap, nibbling on the tender skin below her ear. We approved wholeheartedly of her idea, and it was time to reward our sweet girl. Spreading her thighs apart, I pulled her skirts up.
Her delicious pussy was already wet and slick for us. She moaned and let her head fall back to my shoulder as Caleb knelt between her knees. I unbuttoned her bodice, baring the swells of her breasts pushed up by her corset into a feast for our senses. Still kissing her throat, I tweaked her nipples, making her squeal and grab Caleb’s head, firmly buried between her pale thighs.
My cock jerked in my trousers and I bit back a pained hiss. I couldn’t wait to get her home. She’d be completely healed from her misadventure by then, and Caleb and I planned to keep her in bed and naked for at least a week. She’d be well prepared for us as well, what with the toy inside her almost constantly.
“Fuck her with that plug,” I said. “I want to see her come with something in her ass.” I kissed her again, cupping her jaw to make her turn her head. “You like having something in your bottom, don’t you?”
Her eyes fluttering closed, she breathed out a low groan. “God help me, yes.”
“Tell us what you want us to do,” Caleb said, lifting his head. His face was coated in her honey and he licked his lips.
Thrashing, she bucked in my arms. “Please, I need you.”
“You need a cock inside you, fucking you?” Caleb asked, getting to his feet.
“Please, yes!” Her pale skin flushed a beautiful pink, making my mouth water.
“Say it,” I murmured. “Tell us you want our cocks inside you, fucking you.”
“I need your cocks inside me,” she begged.
“What else?”
“F-fucking me. Please!”
“Such a pretty beg,” Caleb murmured, unfastening his trousers. I nodded and helped her sit up. Holding her hair, I made her be still as he eased his shaft into her mouth.
“You’re our good girl,” I crooned slipping my hand between her thighs to play with the plug in her bottom. Easing it in and out, I fucked her with it while she suckled Caleb’s hard cock. Gritting his teeth, he slapped a hand on the wall above our heads, straining toward impending release.
“Going to come,” he rasped, his body shuddering as he tried to pull away. Instead of letting him go, Maddy grabbed his belt, holding fast as he exploded down her throat.
Giving us a satisfied smirk, Maddy wiped a trickle of Caleb’s seed from the corner of her mouth, then climbed from my lap and knelt between my knees. Her small, delicate hands made short work of my belt buckle and the buttons on my trousers. Green eyes hooded with intent, she said, “Your turn.”
“Lord have mercy.” I kept my eyes focused on her as she made love to me with her mouth. Caleb crouched behind her, his hand busy between her legs as he crooned sweetly profane words of encouragement in her ear.
I wanted to be gentle with her. This wasn’t our intent, yet things had gotten out of hand. When I tried to pull away, desperate for release, she sank her short nails into my thigh, then swallowed me down. I shouted my release, uncaring that everyone in the Pullman car probably heard.
She let out a tiny squeak and her eyes fell shut as she shuddered. Her head dropped to my knee as she panted out her delight.
“Maddy mine,” I choked out, petting her mussed coiffure.
“Maddy… ours,” Caleb countered, helping her settle on the bench between us.
“Maddy yours,” she whispered, nestling against us.
CALEB
* * *
The trip was a hedonist’s delight, filled with delectable food, decadent touch, and connection between Maddy, Justin, and me on the most basic level. I almost didn’t want it to end, but I was too eager to get our wife home and make her our wife in truth.
Her face was bright and cheerful as we crossed into Montana Territory, the bruises nearly faded from her gorgeous face. She was as excited to get home as we were. I smiled. Likely, she looked forward to seeing Prince, but I couldn’t fault her for it.
When we arrived in Bridgewater the next day, I blinked at the crowd waiting for the train. Heavens! Why were there so many people?
“Mercy! Is President Cleveland doing a whistle-stop tour?” Maddy turned to us, a luminous smile on her face. “Do you think he’s on our train?”
“That would be a fine thing,” Justin said, gathering our belongings in preparation. “You might get to shake his hand.”
When the train pulled to a stop, we disembarked, Maddy walking contentedly between us. A woman’s voice called out, “Maddy May!”
“No, Maddy Mathis.” I recognized Robert’s voice and turned, grinning as he held Ann back.
“It’s still May and she’s come back to us. Let go of me, you beast!”
Laughing, he released her, and she rushed straight into Maddy’s embrace. Tears poured down Maddy’s face as they hugged each other. “It’s so good to be home,” she choked out.
My chest tightened and I rubbed the sore spot over my ribs. Our wife had been right. Home wasn’t a place. It was wherever Maddy and Justin were. Our neighbors surrounded us, filling the air with good cheer and congratulations for bringing her back.
The men of Bridgewater unloaded Maddy’s belongings into wagons, promising to deliver them to our ranch. I sighed with happy resignation, knowing we’d have to add a room or two to the house where we would hopefully be raising a family soon.
Dashiell McPherson clapped me on the shoulder. “Good work bringing that sweet girl home,” he murmured, watching the ladies of Bridgewater take Maddy in hand. “Your ranch was well-tended while you were gone, but I’m afraid that stallion of hers is a randy beast. You’ll have a right mess of foals come spring.” Shaking his head, he chuckled. “Caught two of my mares when Rebecca and I were out there.”
The crowd followed us home, bringing food and drink for a celebration. Someone even had a fiddle and we danced with our wife until the stars lit up the wide Montana sky like diamonds in a vast sea of velvet.
Late snow dusted us as if in blessing. Maddy spun, catching snowflakes on her tongue that melted in the warm spring air before they hit the ground. I swallowed, trying to ease the ache in my chest at the thought of how close we’d come to losing her.
A hard hand clasped mine, our fingers lacing together as we watched her joy. “She’s home,” Justin murmured.
“Safe,” I agreed. “And we’ll never let her go.”
MADDY
* * *
Maddy May. I chuckled at my new name. It struck me funny, but seemed apropos. May was associated with ancient celebration; the time of rebirth and burgeoning life. Did I not have a new life here under the protective shelter of wild Montana mountains with two men I loved to distraction?
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