by Sofia Hunt
Gage pulled back and squirted his cum on her face. Lizzie held her mouth open and stuck out her tongue, taking all she could get.
“Now if that ain’t the damn prettiest site in the world, I don’t know what is.” Gage grinned.
Logan couldn’t agree more.
Chapter 11
Lizzie’s Journal, August 14, 1864
Port Steele, Washington Territory
I did the unthinkable, the forbidden, the most sinful thing last night, but I plan to do it again, and again, and again. I’ve never been one for propriety, even though I’ve tried, so I have come to the right place. Being stroked, touched, loved by two men arouses me beyond explanation. I’ve no willpower where Logan and Gage are concerned. I’ve always been the oldest, the sister who looked after her younger sisters. I’ve always had to be the strong one. I don’t need to fill that role with these two men. Oddly enough, I found it comforting to have two men watching over me, devoted to me.
* * * *
Gage walked up behind Lizzie and held his hands over her eyes. She almost dropped the basket of eggs clutched in her hand.
“Guess who?” Gage faked a deep voice.
“Gage.”
“That transparent, huh?” He spun her around and planted a wet kiss on her plump, red lips.
“You’re not a very good actor.” She reached up and brushed his hair from his eyes. “You also need a haircut.”
He took the basket from her hands and placed it on the table. “You take good care of us, Liz. We need a woman around the house.”
“I try. None of you make it simple.”
Gage pulled her against him. Arms around her, he linked his fingers behind her back. “Were you okay with last night?”
“I’m still coming to terms with it. All aspects of it.” She tilted her head and looked up at him. Her clear green eyes stripped away his protective layers until his soul lay bare to her.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I know I will because the alternative is not having you. Do you think Logan is okay with it?”
Gage laughed. “Of course he is because it’s me. We’re brothers. We’ve shared all the good things in our lives since childhood. Maybe because there were so few good things.”
“You had a tough childhood.”
He shrugged. “Well-meaning parents, but too much work and a very tough land to tame. You think it’s primitive now. You should’ve seen it when we were younger.”
“You’ve lived here all your life?”
“No, but it seems like it. I’d never want to live anywhere else.”
“And the Pettys? Where do they fit in with all this?”
“Several years ago, our parents and our aunt and uncle—”
“The Pettys?”
“Yes. Even now it hurts to tell the story.” Gage cleared his throat and staggered on. “They crossed Puget Sound to Seattle in a small boat for a combination business-pleasure trip. I remember how excited my mom and aunt were to go shopping, as Seattle was a little more civilized than Bachelor Bay. It was a nice fall afternoon, but a storm came in expectantly an hour or two after they left. We never saw them again, though the boat washed ashore a few days later. Logan was only eighteen. Miles was twenty-four, I think.”
“Oh, Gage, I’m so sorry.” She touched his face with her hand and her compassion almost undid him. He turned away and stared out of the kitchen window at Puget Sound in the distance, beyond the safety of the well-protected bay.
“It’s still tough. I still miss them. Hattie mentioned your parents were dead.” He avoided the word murder, preferring to let her tell the story in her own way.
“They’re dead. They’d been shot to death.”
Gage turned back to her. “Murdered.”
“Yes.” Lizzie choked on the words.
“Did they catch who did it?”
“No, never found them. They believed it was a robbery gone bad.” She snorted her disbelief.
“What do you believe?”
“My uncle did it. He won’t rest until the three of us are returned to his control, and he has the deed in his hand.”
“The deed to your parents’ property and business.” Gage pulled her back into his arms. She rested her face on his shoulder. He held her close, reveling in the feel of her soft body against his hard one. He smoothed a wayward strand of auburn hair from her forehead.
“I’m not sure even Bachelor Bay is far enough to avoid him.”
“Don’t you worry none, honey. You’re a married woman now, under our protection. As are your sisters. There’s nothing he can do. Nothing.”
Gage wanted her bad. He felt like the worst kind of heel for wanting a woman at her most vulnerable. He’d never been good with emotions, just numbers. The only way he could show her he cared and she’d be safe was with sex. Almost as if she read his mind, her gaze focused on his lips. He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head. His mouth touched hers. They mated mouth to mouth, tongues entwined. Lizzie gave as good as she got, soft and sweet, Yet he found her underlying steel combined with her vulnerability even more appealing.
He loved everything about this woman who was as married to him as she was his brother. She’d soon see the truth of the situation. Lifting his head, he smiled slightly. “Do you think we could—maybe—just you and me?”
“Yes.” The one word floated to him on a breathy sigh.
He lifted her onto the table and rained kisses on her lips, her face, her neck. More demanding, more insistent than he’d been before. He unfastened her dress and pulled it down to her waist, baring her beautiful breasts. What they lacked in size, they made up for in perfection. The rosy nipples, the wonderful mounds of soft flesh. He lowered his head.
Lizzie stiffened as if she remembered something. Panting, she shook her head. “What about Logan?”
With a patient sigh, Gage straightened. “He’s fine with it, honey. He sent me home early to have a little alone time with you.”
“I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to the two of you and your strange ways with women.”
“No, strange ways with one woman. There are no women in our lives now but you.”
Lizzie nodded.
“Don’t question it. It just is. We like it this way.” He took her nipple in his mouth, flicked it with his tongue, savoring the taste of it, the taste of her. He wanted her so badly, needed her like he’d never needed another woman, lusted after her with a shocking frequency.
He pushed her skirts up to her waist and pulled down her undergarment, baring her for his eyes. Her slit glistened with her arousal.
“You are so responsive.” Gage unfastened his pants and kicked them off. Naked and crazed with need, he moved between the comfort of her thighs. His penis head rested against her pussy lips. He sucked in a breath and held it as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and rubbed her slit with it.
Gage’s breathing labored, his cock twitched. “Steer my boy home, honey.” He was begging, but he didn’t care. Didn’t care at all.
Lizzie guided the head of his penis past her lips into a hot, wet heaven. Gage did the rest. In one hard, powerful stroke, he buried himself inside her. Lizzie’s legs wrapped around his butt and held him there. He pushed upward harder, knowing his curved cock touched different places than his brother’s. She lay on the table and gripped the sides. He stroked her insides with his cock. Withdrawing at a snail’s pace and advancing at the same slow, torturous pace. Her pussy clenched as if attempting to hold him in place. She was so tight, so exquisitely lubricated, he bit down on the inside of his cheek, hoping to distract himself with the pain. Nothing worked. He wanted to slam into her. Give her what she needed and what he needed.
He didn’t. He mustered some unknown iron strength and continued his slow journey in and out, in and out, in and out. His cock jerked and screamed for relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead, drenched his chest.
Liz squeezed her eyes shut. All around them, the heady smell of sex invaded
the air. Raising up, the little vixen cupped his heavy balls, rolled them around in her hand, squeezed them.
She broke his control, sent it tumbling to the ground like a big old tree in the woods. He snapped and slammed into her, fucking her like a crazy man. Her ass bounced up and down on the table, as he took her with power and heat. His cock jerked several times, spilling his desire inside her. Her pussy spasmed, and she came with screams of passion, only outdone by his own hoarse roars.
So much for control. With this woman, he had little, if any.
Chapter 12
Lizzie’s Journal, October 5, 1864
Port Steele, Washington Territory
I have spent the last few months being married to two men in every way except on paper. While it might be shameful in the eyes of many, I can’t fathom how something so beautiful could truly be wrong.
Mr. Farrier has been true to his word. The threat posed by my uncle is no more. My life is mine to live as I wish without fear from the evil man.
I am truly blessed.
* * * *
Lizzie lay naked between Gage and Logan. Sometimes she slept with one or the other, sometimes with both. Tonight she had both. It was their little secret, one others wouldn’t understand, Heck, Lizzie barely understood it herself. For an entire glorious summer, she basked in both men’s attentions.
Would she want such a life for her sisters? She didn’t think so, yet in this wild, untamed land where men outnumbered women ten to one, good men seemed as plentiful as the evergreens on the surrounding hills and mountains. Somehow the prospect of two lovers in her bed didn’t seem nearly so forbidden as it would have on the civilized East Coast.
Still, she didn’t think her sisters would understand. She wouldn’t have understood if she’d been in their shoes. A woman had to experience the love of two men to fully grasp the reality of multiple men in her bed.
Logan and Gage liked different things. Logan liked it hard, rough, and wild, just like the untamed scenery surrounding them on all sides. His dark side frightened and aroused her. Gage liked to build the excitement with slow, controlled movements, curbing his animal needs until the very last minute, when his restraint finally snapped and the world dropped out underneath them in a swirling hurricane. She’d glimpsed a dark side of Gage, too. Both men initiated her into sex play she’d never imagined in the past.
That she’d been able to get beyond her past and accept them was a testament to their never-ending patience with her. Yet, despite that patience, both men challenged her limits each passing night. She’d already reached the point of no return. She’d never be satisfied with missionary style sex again, and she’d never settle for less than both men warming her bed through the cold Northwest falls and winters.
With each obstacle placed in her way, she overcame her inhibitions. Except one. And she vowed to break down that barrier, too, before the days grew shorter and nights longer.
Perhaps tonight would be the night.
She rolled into Gage’s arms when he stirred and stroked her thighs. Logan snored softly next to them, though he rarely missed an opportunity to participate in his favorite pastime.
“Gage, I want to give you and Logan your fantasy. I want you to be able to—well, you know what I’m saying.”
He grinned at her. She could see his white teeth in the moonlight streaming in the window. “I absolutely know what you’re saying, honey. You’ll make Logan a happy man. It’s his favorite hole.”
“Can you help me?”
“I sure as hell can. I warn you, it’s going to hurt.”
“I’m okay with that. You’ve both taught me how arousing pain can be. I want to do this for him.”
“Roll over on your back and spread those long legs of yours. Let’s get you warmed up.”
Lizzie did as she was ordered.
Gage stroked her pussy with his fingers, thrusting with two then three and rubbing her nub until she exploded in his hand. Her whimpers and cries of satisfaction stirred Logan, a man who could sleep through a thunderstorm. He rolled onto his side and regarded them with sleepy eyes.
“What? You didn’t wake me for the fun?”
“The fun is just beginning, brother. Liz wanted a little warm-up before the main event.” Gage’s fingers remained deep in her wet pussy. She squirmed against his hand.
Logan slid a palm over her sweat-slicked body. Moving to the side of the bed, Gage rolled her over to her stomach and pulled her legs off the edge of the bed.
“Hold her open for me, Logan. Liz wants a new experience. Your fingers are too big and thick. We’ll try mine first.”
Logan grunted his approval and used his big hands to pull apart her butt cheeks, baring her puckered butthole. Gage dipped his fingers in her dripping cunt again, using her natural lubrication.
He circled the round hole with his index finger. Lizzie tensed and held her breath, bracing herself for the invasion into her most private, forbidden hole. Gage rubbed her clit with his free hand, as if that would distract her. Lizzie clutched the pillow, burying her face in it.
The tip of Gage’s finger pushed into the opening. Her body tightened around his finger, attempting to reject the invasion. Gage stopped.
“Relax, Liz. Try to let your body go limp. Try not to fight it. The more you fight, the more it’ll hurt. I’ll take it slow. Let your body adjust little by little.” Gage kept up steady streams of muttered endearments and encouragement.
She heard Logan let out a long, deep breath. “Ah, Liz, I wish you could see this. It’s a beautiful sight. Almost as beautiful as the sight of my cock pushing into your tight little ass will be.”
Gage’s finger pressed deeper. Pain overrode the other strange sensations. Lizzie whimpered, hating her weakness.
“Do you want us to stop, honey?” Logan asked.
Lizzie shook her head and gripped the pillow tighter. “Please, keep going. It’s the only way I’ll get beyond it.”
“You’re a brave girl, Liz Gallagher.” The pride in Logan’s voice made every bit of pain worth it.
Her muscles clenched around Gage’s finger. Lizzie emitted a muffled cry as his finger pushed deeper, past a tight little ring of muscle. With a final thrust, he buried his finger in her ass. Pausing for a few moments, he waited until she relaxed somewhat. Lizzie dragged in several ragged breaths. Gage moved his finger around inside her, carving out a larger area, opening her up for a second finger, which soon followed the first. The burning brought tears to her eyes. She tried to move away, but Gage and Logan held her firmly.
“It burns. Really burns.”
“That’s normal, honey.” Gage’s patient claiming of her darkest hole consumed her with thrills of pain-invoked pleasure.
“It’s time for your cock.”
Logan grunted. “Let’s give her something else to think about.”
Lizzie watched as Logan pulled a wooden box with Chinese characters out from under the bed. He opened it and rummaged around. He pulled out a gold chain with small clips on both ends.
“What is that?”
Logan grinned. “Trust me. You’ll like them because you like it on the edge, don’t you?”
Lizzie nodded, acknowledging her dark desires. Gage removed his fingers from her ass, and she felt depressingly empty. She pushed back against him, a signal she’d gotten used to having something up her ass and was ready for more.
“Please, I need something.” Lizzie begged. She looked back at him in time to see Gage nod to Logan. Without warning Gage held her hips still and drove his cock into her pussy. Lizzie screamed out in ecstasy and urged him to fuck her. He didn’t. She whimpered as he withdrew.
A second later, she felt his cock at the entrance to her ass. She stiffened.
“I’m not sure about this.”
Logan reached under her and pinched her nipples, drawing her attention away from Gage. He opened the small clip and attached it to her nipple. She yelped in pain and surprise as the cold metal clamped down on her sensitive nipple. B
efore she could muster a protest, Logan clamped the other nipple and gave the chain a sharp tug.
“What—what are those?” She gasped.
“Nipple clamps from the Orient.”
“They hurt. Bad. Take them off.” Lizzie’s nipples throbbed. She felt the juices from her pussy flow down her thighs. Gage pushed his cock into her ass. She struggled to hold still. Each time Gage inched deeper, Logan tweaked the nipple clamps. Pain pierced her body, sending pricks of desire vibrating through her nipples, her clit, her ass.
Gage had sunk his cock the rest of the way in her ass. Breathing hard, his sweat mingled with hers. She smelled sex and her men’s unique scents in the air. Pressing deep into her ass, Gage held himself there, moving his cock around inside her. It filled her. Every spare inch inside her was dominated by his hard penis.
Withdrawing, he shoved back in with one slow, strong stroke. The burning didn’t subside, but the ache mingled with delight, with a feeling of completeness, an ethereal giving of trust to these two men which far exceeded her other experiences with them.
Gage began to move in and out of her ass, fucking her tight hole. She leaned back, begging for more. Loving the conflicting sensations, the dark pleasure, the taking of her virgin ass. Logan stepped back and watched. The chain hanging between her nipples swayed under her body.
Gage’s hands gripped her hips harder, and his cock banged into her ass, each stroke harder, rougher, faster than the last. Pure animal lust. A pure carnal act. Lizzie felt the buildup inside her. The beginning of an explosion. Her body thrashed underneath him, ferocious with need, ravenous with longing. He grunted. Their bodies slammed together as his balls slapped against her pussy.