Bewitching Bret

by Cheri Chaise

  But this time I had other plans. “Do you remember when we first came together?”

  Essie groaned with need. “Here…in the stables.”

  “No, that was only a kiss,” I reminded, tugging the riding crop from the occupied stall next to us. “In your room later that night. Do you remember how I touched you? Traced the inside of your thighs.”

  “Tormented me.”

  I smiled. “Yes.” I leaned over her and slowly unfastened every button until her blouse was open, her breasts hanging like two udders just waiting for me to milk them as her pussy milked my cock. “But this time, I’m going to torment you without my hands ever touching you…until you come undone so hard.”

  “But how…?” Blue eyes widened as I traced the crop over her peaked nipples, then she descended to a throaty moan. “Mmm…that feels…”

  “Good?” I drew circles around each rosy peak, then smacked the side of her breast with a quick flick of my wrist.

  “Oh!” She started to pull up and away before accepting the little love pat.

  “That didn’t hurt, did it?” I moved between her legs and gently traced the inside of each thigh. Up then down. But I avoided her glistening mound.

  “Just surprised me.” Her breaths were already coming faster in anticipation.

  She wiggled each time the crop settled higher on her thighs, scorched desire dripping from her pussy. Pants increasing when I flicked the rounded globules of her lovely ass.

  “What do you want, Essie?” A part of me loved seeing her writhe with need. Drip with the rising heat of her greedy little pussy.

  Hear the hitch in her voice. “I want you inside me, my love.”

  “I can’t do that yet.” Her groan nearly made me come undone as I loosened my trousers. “Not until you come for me.”

  This time when the crop made the trek slowly up her leg, I brought it to rest where I knew her nub was hidden between those swollen pussy lips. This time I didn’t pull back to flick her tender flesh. Just increased the pressure. Then lightly swirled it in her dark curls.

  “Bret…” Her gasps and pants increased. “Please.”

  I got such delicious pleasure from seeing how she struggled to hold onto the stall railing. Her nails dug into the soft wood. Her back arched as she tried to force the crop where she wanted it to go.

  And still I tormented her. Enjoying every gasp. Every desperate entreaty. Every quiver of her thighs as they dripped with the milk of her pleasure.

  My pleasure.

  My cock sprang free from my trousers as I released them to puddle around my ankles. Essie’s cry of release rang out like a siren song. Beckoning. Demanding my compliance.

  I could no longer resist as I impaled her pussy with my cock so fast, my own gasp of unfurled restraint became a cry of sheer need. To feel every inch of her hot channel sliding up and down my cock. To see every inch of her as she rode back against me with abandon.

  I unfasted the waist of her skirts and stripped them over her head. One skirt. One petticoat. One arm out of her shirtwaist at a time until she was completely naked before me but unable to see as I pummeled and pumped, dipping my wick in and out and setting my skin on fire.

  I held tight to her hips as she slid over my cock, coating it in her milky goodness as I tried to hold onto every sensation of having my wife for as long as possible. As she sped up, her bountiful breasts wiggled and bounced. Up and down. Side to side.

  I bent over her and cupped one, rolling her spiked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped and groaned as I squeezed, throwing her head back as we rode the wave we were building. Faster. Harder.

  Together. As one.

  Skin slapped skin as I bucked my hips to meet hers. Release approached, tingling across my fevered skin and coiling in my belly as my balls tightened.

  My fingers dug into her hips and pushed me to the edge. With a shuddering and throaty cry of release, our joined beauty magnified in the glistening sheen that erupted across her pink, flushed, and sweaty skin when she came a second time.

  My hot seed spurted and poured into her as I quickly followed, thundering like stampeding cattle as I buried myself in her balls deep.

  In the following hush, I pulled Essie against me and pulled her skirts from around her neck then collapsed with her into the hay. We lay cocooned in our warmth as our breathing came down from ecstasy. The horses quieted after our ejaculations of joy. The flutters of stirring hay silenced.

  Until a voice broke through.

  “That was so fucking hot.”

  I tilted my head to see the upside-down figure of my brother as Cole opened the stall door and strode inside. His hard cock was already unsheathed from his trousers and gripped in his hand as he approached.

  “You two got it in you for one more?” he asked.

  Essie raised her head up from my chest, her eyes dilated with desire, and smiled a slow, lazy grin. “I’m always ready for my husbands.”

  My spent cock twitched in response to hear her call me husband again. Gone was the worry over her sister. Gone was concern about what society might think. She was ready to share again in our love.

  The world be damned.

  I struggled to stand as Cole pulled Essie straight up into his beefy arms. But one look at Essie, with her legs wrapped around my brother as he devoured her lips with his, had my cock hardening again already. A touch of my tongue to her slick spine sent another twitch to my manhood, and I reached to cup my growing length in my palm.

  Fuck, how I loved to watch Cole drown himself in our wife. I’d missed our joint time together almost more than any chance of one-on-one time with Essie. How he guided his thickened length to her entrance as I kissed my way down her back to watch her pussy sink onto him. Inch by inch.

  Or in one thrust as he dug his fingers into her rounded ass and shoved his hips forward to sheath himself fully between her thighs even while still standing.

  I was rock solid again by the time I traced my tongue from the base of Essie’s spine all the way up to latch on to her neck. She tasted of salty sweat. Smelled of musky heat.

  And her moan sent my blood careening straight south.

  Cole leaned against the wall and spread our wife’s ass cheeks to expose her puckered opening for my enjoyment. I slid my velvety tip up into the juices streaming from between their joined bodies.

  With a gasp of pleasure, Essie shuddered as my tip slowly penetrated her tightness. Accepted my invasion as she breathed through until the muscles relaxed. Then her opening sucked me into its warm embrace like a babe greedily suckling at its mother’s breast. I had to brace one booted foot against the railing to anchor myself in place for the coming rapid rhythm my brother would set.

  “Oh yeah,” Cole grunted into Essie’s shoulder as he pumped her up and down on his cock with the sheer strength in his arms. “Fuck her ass, brother.” His pants increased as my brother set a deep penetrating pace into Essie’s pussy that increased the pressure and pleasure against our cocks. “I love it when you fuck our wife’s ass real good. Doesn’t that feel good, Stella?”

  “Oh…yes,” she groaned, ending on a sigh of pure bliss.

  This was what I’d been missing. Listening to Cole’s dirty talk heightened the pleasure we all felt. Watching each other as together we claimed our wife. As Essie accepted our love deep in her body. Seeing the flush mottle her skin that none of her sister’s charcoals could recreate. Hearing every moan of desire from her mouth. The cry of her release that I knew so well.

  The three of us found our rhythm as if these last weeks had never come between us. We slid in and out of our wife. Brushed skin against skin and more skin. Thrusting cock to pussy and ass with only that thin strip of skin separating us as my brother and I met in the middle near where mine and Essie’s baby grew.

  Like the family we were. Would always be.

  No matter what tried to come between us.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Estella

  The hay enveloped
us where we lay in the empty stall as our breathing slowed and passions cooled after our vigorous lovemaking. Even with the chill in the air, I was still warm as my husbands cradled their bodies against mine. Naked flesh wrapped around naked flesh from every side.

  And I ached with how much I’d missed this feeling.

  Surrounded by my husbands’ love. Staring into first green then dark eyes brightened and softened by needed release. Cuddling against Bret’s smooth and strong chest as he traced fingertips over my hip that left me shivering with need all over again. Cole cupping my breast from behind and slowly kneading my nipple like biscuit dough.

  “We have to do something about this.”

  Cole’s voice thrummed between my shoulders where he’d buried his lips. His tongue tickled and tasted all along my spine in lazy circles.

  Bret leaned in and slid his lips over mine, tangling our tongues with longing. Almost sadness. “I can’t do this anymore, Essie. Being apart from you is slowly killing me. And then when we lose control and fuck…”

  His groan of agony echoed my own.

  “If Abby plans to stay,” Cole said, “we have to tell her.”

  I rolled onto my back so I could see both of my lovers. “And how do you propose I do that?”

  Bret rested his palm against the slight rounding of my belly. “You could start by telling her who actually fathered our child…and our daughter.”

  I knew his words were true. Abby obviously suspected something, what with the way she looked at Meghan from time-to-time. I’d seen – and lost – several opportunities in the last few days even. The words just wouldn’t come.

  Cole grinned quite wickedly as his hand slid from my breast to stroke through the dark curls of my mound. “And end with how much you love having four or six hands, two or three mouths, and several cocks touching and fucking you all at the same time.”

  I wanted nothing more than to open my legs to his probing. To allow him to stroke my nub to dizzying new heights yet again. But this was a matter of too much import to discard so easily for another – quite literal – roll in the hay, and I wasn’t about to lose yet another opportunity.

  The hay rustled as I sat up to discourage him, then made my way to my discarded clothes. “How can I explain such intimacies when I haven’t even determined a manner in which to broach such a topic?”

  Bret sat up and rested his elbow on his raised knee, watching me in silent contemplation as Cole continued to tease – even though this was no teasing matter.

  “Well, you could start by saying something like ‘Abby, I’ve taken all four Carston brothers as my husbands to fuck whenever I want.’”

  My fingers stopped in the process of buttoning my shirtwaist as my heart constricted with a sigh. “Not all.” Even though I hadn’t been looking at him directly, I felt more than saw Bret’s cheek twitch with hurtful misunderstanding. “What I meant is that Evan still refuses to come to our bed.”

  The use of our bed had the desired effect, deflating the pain I’d momentarily caused Bret in one long breath.

  “Or you could just let her see us together.”

  I gasped at Bret’s audacity. “And risk Mrs. Bar…Edna seeing us too?”

  Cole chuckled as he donned his breeches. “Now I’d pay good money to have that woman watch us fuck.” His chuckle turned into an outright laugh. “Can you picture the look of horror she’d cast on us, brother?”

  “You mean me.” Bret’s eyes darkened before he stood and brushed hay from his still gloriously naked backside. “That woman has cast aspersions my way from the moment she laid eyes on me.” He snatched up his clothes and sauntered off out of sight.

  “Bret, I…”

  Cole stopped me with a firm grip around my waist. “He’ll be fine.”

  “But…”

  “Just give him a minute.” He buried his nose in my hair and breathed deeply. “Damn, I love how you smell all musky and sweet after a fuck in the hay.”

  Cole nuzzled at my neck, but my thoughts strayed around the corner out of sight.

  Every word Bret had spoken was true. I’d given up trying to figure out any reason why Edna had such a distrust of Bret. She’d had the opportunity to witness his character and integrity over these last few weeks – but to no avail.

  There were times I almost wished she’d have come to the reservation with us to witness his medical prowess. The care and concern he demonstrated for his patients. But after seeing how she continued acting toward my dusky-skinned husband, I wasn’t about to suggest she spend time at the encampment, surrounded by even more natives when she couldn’t even tolerate one.

  “I want to explain everything to Abby,” I said as Cole held me against his warm and still bare chest. “But perhaps it would be best to wait until Edna leaves after the twins’ birthday.”

  He kissed my forehead. “Maybe while we’re taking Edna back to the train station, you and Bret can sit Abby down and explain things.”

  I nodded. Now if only I could figure out how such an explanation would even begin.

  But Bret and Cole were right. We couldn’t continue living this lie, pretending our love extended only to one husband instead of four.

  “Fuckin’ hell!”

  The loud exclamation was unusual for Bret, but the sounds of him rattling things around and tossing and breakage were even more so.

  Cole and I ran toward the noise and the continued swearing to find Bret digging around in his medicine storage at the rear of the stables.

  “What’s wrong?” Cole cried over the din.

  Bret’s face was a mask of unrestrained fury unlike anything I’d ever seen. His nostrils flared. Eyes hardened into narrowed pinpricks.

  “They’ve taken my fucking yearling!”

  “Who’s taken…wait, a horse is missing?”

  “Someone’s been stealing more than eggs from us, brother.” He paced back and forth, his hands clenched in his hair. “They’ve stolen a damn heap of tack, and some of my fucking forge tools are missing. Now they’ve ransacked supplies from my medicine stash and left a trail of shit from here to Timbuktu.”

  “Where’s Timbuktu?”

  “Africa, dear,” I said to Cole, foregoing further explanation that served no purpose tonight.

  Cole just blinked those green eyes at me before they narrowed, returning his focus to the heart of the matter. “The egg thief?”

  “Egg thief?” I asked in surprise. “What egg thief?” Then a new thought hit me, my hands planting firmly on my hips. “Is that the real reason why you’ve been sleeping on the sofa?”

  My questions were simply ignored for now. “This isn’t the work of some fucking egg snatcher,” Bret hissed so uncharacteristically. “It’s got to be those two damn cousins of yours.”

  “Why would Seth and Sean steal from us?” Cole asked, rubbing a hand thoughtfully across his chin. “They’ve been doing good work around here.”

  “I don’t know!” Bret kicked the woodpile near the forge, scattering the logs. “Why don’t we ask them?”

  “Hold on, brother,” Cole said, snagging Bret by the arm before he could tromp away. “Let’s take stock of the situation first. A horse is gone. Some tack, and a few tools are missing.”

  “And all this mess,” Bret reminded, arms open wide to encompass the shattered jars and bottles.

  “You can just replace that shit.”

  Bret gaped openly at his brother’s somewhat flippant dismissal. “Do you really think I can just run into town and pick up half this shit? It takes months to get here, Cole. Sometimes nearly a year for some of these herbs to arrive from a whole other continent away.”

  “Then figure out what’s missing, and I’ll put in the order when we take Edna to the depot.”

  Bret just stared around in helpless frustration. “This’ll…it’ll…” He shoved both hands deep into his glossy dark locks. “Do you have any clue how much money it will take to replace all of what this…this…fucker has destroyed?”

  I was d
izzy trying to make sense of this situation. There had obviously been some goings on that my husbands had once again chosen not to share with me. While irritating, it wasn’t all that unusual over the last five years.

  But my husbands seemed to have switched personalities on me. Whereas Cole was usually the one flying off the handle and Bret having the clearer perspective, the roles had now reversed.

  Which made me wonder again at the manner in which Bret had initially brought me to shattering release. His sensual touch was something I desperately craved, and yet he’d denied me that, choosing to use that crop – though unusually pleasurable – instead of allowing for skin-to-skin contact.

  It was oh so painfully obvious to me now. Bret had a deep-seated, savage side I’d never before seen.

  And Cole was only making it worse. “Are you sure you didn’t just forget how much you took to the reservation?”

  I sucked in a breath at Cole’s question. If there was one thing Bret was quite meticulous about besides his horses, it was the practice of medicine.

  “No,” was all Bret said before taking a deep breath, finally gaining some semblance of control again.

  “Then it’s pretty obvious what happened.”

  Bret stared silently at me, anger and frustration still swirling in those dark orbs. Then we both stared at Cole, waiting for him to enlighten us.

  We didn’t have long to wait. “The horse thief thought he could easily shoe the pony but probably didn’t know what he was doing. He injured himself, and then grabbed whatever he could find before riding away.”

  “But the forge was cold when we arrived home,” Bret said. “I had to fire it up to make new shoes for Buck.”

  “We were gone for nearly a week,” I gently reminded. “Whoever it was could’ve been here days ago.”

  “And the twins were with us the whole time.”

  Bret resumed pacing, his arms wrapped across his chest as if he were trying to rein himself in like one of his horses. “They might be working with a third party, taking what they steal to sell in town or somewhere else.”