by Vanessa Vale
“Excellent, you’ve made so much progress so far,” Eve said.
She was sitting across the table from Ed, one of the miners. Three others were in the room, reading aloud, but very quietly as not to disturb.
At the mine, we had a building with several rooms, including our offices. Eve had claimed the outer meeting area for her adult school. She looked to me when I came out of the office—so did the men, but I didn’t care about their attentions—and smiled.
At me.
Christ, it felt incredible that this woman gifted me with smiles. With her throaty laugh. With her kind spirit. With her body, her gasps of pleasure. Her release. That I could share it all with Knox only made it better.
He was around here somewhere; neither of us could be away from her for long. While the miners were a rough lot and we’d wanted to supervise them with her, they’d been nothing but polite. She’d wrapped each and every one of them around her little finger, just as she had Knox and me.
“Mrs. Dare, may I speak with you for a moment?” I asked.
The other men looked up and Eve arched one delicate brow. “Oh?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “It’s a very pressing issue.”
“Very well. I think that’s all for now, gentlemen,” she said, rising to her feet.
The men stood as well, then closed up their books and bid her goodbye.
“You know how to drive them all away,” she scolded with a soft smile. She came over to me, pushed her glasses up on her nose and kissed me on the cheek. The kiss was chaste, yet delightful. Given with honesty and eagerness, but it wasn’t enough. Taking her hand, I tugged her across the room and into Knox’s office, shutting the door behind us, perhaps with a little more vigor than necessary.
“Jed, what—”
Spinning her about, I pressed her up against the hard wood and reached down, working my hand up her leg.
Her head thumped against the door as she looked up at me.
“You look so damn prim in that dress, those glasses, that tight bun.” My hand roved higher. “I want to ensure you’re not so prim beneath, where only I can see you.”
“And me.” Knox spoke from behind my back and I heard the creak of the desk chair as he stood and came to stand beside me. “Wearing your drawers today, sweets?”
She shook her head, but I had the truth of her answer on my fingers, slipping over her folds. She was bare and wet.
“You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you?”
Glancing away, she flushed, then met my gaze. After what we’d done to her the past few weeks, I was surprised she had some innocent blushes left. “Always.”
“Good girl.”
I opened my pants, pulled my cock free.
“Now? Here?” she whispered.
With one hand holding her dress up, I gripped her waist. My other arm leaned against the door so our faces were close, so close I couldn’t help but kiss her. To sink into her. Her kisses were no longer tentative, her hands roving over my body, even cupping my ass and pulling my cock against her.
“Here. Now,” I repeated.
“Yes, I can feel your pressing issue,” she breathed.
Hooking the curve of her ass, I lifted her up, aligned my cock at her eager entrance and lowered her down. Our groans mingled. I heard Knox move to lean against the desk, but paid him no mind. I was balls deep in my wife. She was hot and wet and so fucking tight. Her inner walls clenched and all but milked the seed from me, and I hadn’t even moved yet.
“Aren’t you going to share?” Knox asked.
My hands slipped around her ass so my finger could stroke over her furled asshole.
“Now?” she asked. Her voice was breathy as to be eager for it, but I could see the wariness on her face.
“Not like that. Not yet. Soon.”
I lifted and lowered her a few times, making my cock happy as I pressed against her back entrance, only ratcheting up her pleasure, then pulled her off of me completely. With arm banded about her waist, I carried her to the desk as she whimpered in need. Knox swiftly moved out of the way so I could spin her about and bend her over the hard surface.
“Damn dress. I like you naked better,” I grumbled, tugging up the hem of her dress once again, pooling the long length at her waist. Her ass was gorgeous, lush and round. A hint of her slick pussy lips peeked out and I couldn’t delay another second. Nudging her feet apart, I leaned over her, my chest along her back as I slid into her again. I loved knowing we were only bare enough for us to fuck. Nothing more.
“Yes,” she cried, her head coming up. Knox had gone around the desk and stood directly before her, unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock spring free.
“Show me what you’ve learned, sweets.”
Knox groaned when Eve licked her lips, and she didn’t hesitate, taking him into her mouth. We’d taught her how to please us when she was on her knees. She didn’t need to learn everything from a book and had taken to the task like a genius. But having Knox in her mouth while I fucked her pussy was new.
My orgasm was a hard knot of heat at the base of my spine. My balls drew up and I’d only just started fucking her. The angle, seeing her take Knox’s cock as deep as she could had me right on the edge. She was a natural. I kept the pace slow so I could last at least a minute, but when she started to push back against me, her inner walls rippling, I couldn’t hold back. Gripping her hip, I plunged into her, my cock, the orgasm that was stealing every thought from my brain drove my motions.
With a groan and a hard press, I came, filling her to the brim with my seed.
A hand on the desk was all that kept me from crushing her. My bones had melted and I couldn’t catch my breath. It was possible I was blind. But Eve hadn’t come and that was my job.
Pulling from her, she whimpered, which made Knox groan.
“Sorry, you were too damn hot to hold off. Don’t worry, you’ll come,” I vowed.
With my fingers, I slipped over her swollen folds, collecting my seed that was slipping from her. The copious fluid made it easy for me to slide into her pussy to find that hard ridge of flesh that was like a little button. When I pushed it, curled my fingers over it, she went off like TNT from the mine.
One thing we learned about Eve was that she was a screamer. She didn’t hold back her passion. But in the mine office, she needed to keep her pleasure a secret from everyone but us. It was a good thing she had Knox’s cock to muffle the sounds, for when she came on my fingers, she groaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. Her eyes were closed and a rosy hue crept across her skin, even her upturned ass.
“So perfect,” I crooned. “Once more, but here.”
I slid my soaked fingers from her pussy to play with her ass, to circle it, to slide into her. I fucked her there with my finger as my other hand found her clit. She was so fucking responsive that she came again, almost instantly.
Knox was in no condition to praise her for coming so nicely. He had her humming and groaning around his cock and with one delicate, yet deep thrust, he came. Neck muscles went taut, his skin turned a ruddy red, his hips flexed. I knew what it felt like to come down Eve’s throat and I could see the swallowing action in her neck, knowing she was taking all of him.
Knox pulled out and stroked her hair, trying to catch his breath. Even though he’d just come in her mouth, his cock was still hard, glistening from her ministrations. We would never be fully sated.
Putting her head on the cool wood, Eve licked her lips and tried to catch her breath.
“You’re not done,” I told her.
“Jed,” she moaned. She was used to us pushing her, to wringing orgasms from her body well past when she thought she could take any more. Sliding my finger into her ass even deeper, then pulling back, I brought her to climax once more, her body tensing, but only a whimper escaped from her sated form. Beautiful.
Stepping back, I stroked her dress back down, covering her. Knox tossed me a cloth and I wiped my fingers of our combined fluids. Someone knoc
ked on the door and Knox came around to block Eve. He’d already righted himself, but I tucked my cock away as I called out. “Yes?”
“There’s someone here for Mrs. Dare.”
I glanced at Knox, who shrugged, then we helped our well fucked bride up off our desk. I wasn’t going to be able to look at it ever again without seeing her perfect ass, the memory of her pussy walls clenching my cock, wringing my seed from my balls.
Knox led Eve behind the door, so when I opened it, she wasn’t seen. While she was once again modestly covered and only Knox and I would know her pussy was bare and dripping with my seed, one look and anyone would know she’d been well fucked. And recently.
It was Thomas, one of the older boys from the mercantile.
“Mrs. Dare has visitors in town.” He was perhaps sixteen, long and lanky, not yet having grown into his height. In a few years, he’d be broad as a barrel like his father.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Two women.”
I saw the change in his eyes then. He was old enough to find interest in them, but not yet knowledgeable about what to do about it.
“From town?”
He shook his head, his dark mop falling over his forehead.
“No, sir. They said they were her sisters.”
I heard Eve gasp, but didn’t look her way. Sisters? She’d told us of her two conniving stepsisters but based on the tales, I had to doubt they’d ever come here. Who else could it be though?
“Very well. We will join you at the mercantile soon.”
Thomas nodded, then left.
“My sisters?” Eve asked.
I turned to face her. All post-coital glow was gone from her cheeks and I wanted to berate the women for that alone. Whoever they were made my wife go pale.
I could tell she was thinking, quite hard at that. “Marina and Tara are here?”
She moved toward the door.
“Wait, sweets.” He took hold of her elbow and she looked at him over her shoulder. “You’re not alone now.”
“Yes, I know, and I thank you for that. They want something. They wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Use your brains then. If needed, we’ll supply the brawn.”
She smiled up at him. “I’ve had a few lessons from Piper, so I might be able to hold my own.”
I groaned. “We just fucked you so we know you aren’t carrying a gun. What did our sister teach you?”
Eve raised her hand and curled it into a fist.
Knox swore under his breath and held the door open for her. “Based on what you told us about your stepsisters, feel free to punch them.”
Those were my thoughts as well.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eve
My men’s arousal flagged when there was any mention of Piper. Now, I understood why. I was fortunate that I’d come three times already—my husbands insistent of that every time—for the thought of Marina and Tara being in Slate Springs stripped my body of any and all tender feelings. While Jed and Knox were well skilled in pleasuring me and adept at clearing my mind of every little thought, I didn’t think they’d have the prowess to eradicate the two of them.
There was no denying that two women were waiting for me at the mercantile. Two women who said they were my sisters. Who else could it be but them? And why? We made our way across town, down the main thoroughfare. With each foot closer to them, I became more and more confused. They wanted me gone from Clancy and had seen to that with careful and ruthless planning. It hadn’t been a swift decision on their part. They’d known for months, writing to the mail order bride company, purchasing the train ticket. If they wanted rid of me so desperately, why were they here now?
I was flanked by my men and felt their protectiveness. Usually, I saw it with an unruly miner or a drunk who’d stumbled from the saloon. They’d block me from the unwanted attention, even going so far as to redirect the man’s focus to Knox’s fist. That worked well for those men, but I shouldn’t need protection from two women my size, but Tara and Marina were strong and formidable opponents. What they’d done to me in the past had been impressive. Ruthless. Hell—as Knox would say—they’d been the reason I was in Slate Springs in the first place. The rest, being married to Jed and Knox, and loving it, was serendipity.
No one was sitting on the bench outside the store as we made our way down the block, but the ladies came out and turned our way, hands folded at their waist identically.
Dread filled my belly while anger filled my heart. While the sun was shining brightly and the air was quite warm, goosebumps rose on my arms at the sight of them.
“I assume by the sound you just made these are your stepsisters?” Knox asked, his voice tipped low. I hadn’t realized I’d made any noise. “You sounded like a wounded wildcat. Don’t worry, sweets. If you want to jump them, claws unfurled, we’ll have your back.”
I stopped walking and tilted my chin to look up at him. He winked at me, then chucked me under the chin. The humor of his words had me smiling, had me realizing I wasn’t walking to my doom, just to confront my stepsisters. I wanted to do nothing more than jump on Tara’s back and rip her hair out for taking over the schoolteacher job. I wanted to punch Marina in the nose for the way she’d organized a mail order groom for me. But knowing my men heartily approved the action only made it seem… funny.
“I’m sure it would be quite the sight for all the men in town.”
“They wouldn’t question if it were Piper, but you? You might want to ask why they’re here first,” Jed advised.
Sage words. Yes. Ask first, punch and rip out hair second.
“Very well.” I offered a decisive nod and took a fortifying breath.
“Eve!” Tara said, her voice grating and yet surprisingly bright. Both of them smiled and walked toward me, arms out.
I froze in place, staring at them. I’d never once seen them behave like this.
Tara reached me first, hugging me tightly. Marina nudged her out of the way for a firm embrace of her own. The heavy scent of rosewater filled the air and I winced at their rough handling. It was as if they’d never hugged before and the action was new to them. I would have agreed with that about myself, but over the past month, I’d been held by Knox and Jed with high frequency. I enjoyed the simple feel of their arms about me just as much as their more carnal attentions. Well, perhaps not quite as much.
When they stepped back, I took a moment to look at them, to study. They were both perfectly styled, however their dresses—Tara’s pale and Marina’s dark to match their coloring—were creased and travel worn. Still at the height of fashion, their wardrobe seemed as out of place in a small mountain town as they did. There gazes weren’t on me, but Jed and Knox. I knew that look, the coy fluttering of their eyelashes, the soft smiles. They wanted their attentions, to be fawned over.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, frowning. All of a sudden I felt awful, my stomach roiling at seeing them again. The rose scent was cloying.
I realized I hadn’t really had any closure with what they’d done to me. I’d had the meeting with the Clancy town council just before boarding the train for Denver. I hadn’t had time to go home, to collect any of my things besides what they’d packed in a small bag. There were no goodbyes to those I called friends.
Tara looked to Marina, who pursed her lips. I couldn’t miss the way her knuckles turned white clasped together.
Jed and Knox hadn’t said a word, or moved from my side. Others came out of the mercantile and I could see over Marina’s left shoulder that Mr. Beebe, the owner of the store, was watching closely from the doorway. Miners stood on the boardwalk on the other side of the street, no doubt wondering who the two new women were. They were a rare sight, and beautiful ones together were even more of an obscure treat.
“Mother fell off a horse and died a week after you left,” Marina said plainly. Pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve, she dabbed at her eyes. Tara, seeing the act, mimicked it.
I should have felt something
at the news of Victoria’s demise, but it was difficult to drum up any kind of grief. She was—had been—a mean woman who raised mean daughters. While I did miss my life in Clancy, I didn’t miss the three of them. Not one bit. Why did the worst part of my old life happen to show up in Slate Springs?
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said politely. “That doesn’t answer why you are here.”
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your… friends?” They ogled Jed and Knox as if they’d never seen men before.
With my left hand, I took Jed’s arm. “Marina and Tara Jamison, may I introduce Knox and Jed Dare?”
“Where is Mr. Thomkins?” Marina asked, eyeing the men as if they were dinner she wanted to gobble them up. “I assumed you’d be escorted by him.”
Jed and Knox tipped their hats in greeting, but remained silent.
“Like Victoria, Mr. Thomkins passed away.”
Tara stared at me wide-eyed, then laughed. “Really? You couldn’t even have a successful marriage.”
The contents of my stomach moved up into my throat and I swallowed hard. Sweat dotted my brow and the saliva in my mouth was oddly hot. I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn’t let any weakness show, not with these two. If they noticed I was affected by their actions, they’d attack that weakness with a vengeance.
Marina stepped up to Jed and put her hand on his chest. It was a bold move and the coy look she gave him was filled with her feminine prowess. But when Jed gripped her wrist and pulled it off of him, the smile slipped.
“I don’t like to be touched by strange women,” he said.
“Mr. Dare is my husband, Marina.” I could’ve said that Knox was as well, but I wouldn’t share that information… yet. During one of our many visits, Piper had said there was a poker term about not showing all your cards. I didn’t understand what she really meant, until now.
The suggestive look fell away entirely as she studied Jed once again. “He is your husband?”