by Leah Brooke
Maggie kicked at Jeremiah. “Shoving me back there.”
Avoiding her kicking legs, Jeremiah slid his hand down her legs and back up again. “She shouldn’t have done that.”
Maggie bit back a moan, hoping Eb assumed that the juices he slid his fingers through came from her orgasm only minutes ago. She couldn’t stand for him to know how much being helpless and over his lap, with her bottom bare and vulnerable, excited her and that even now her pussy and bottom hole tingled with anticipation.
She had to swallow before speaking, careful to keep her voice firm.
“I’m mistress here. I can’t cower in front of the men who work here.”
Eb teased her pussy opening, his big hand between her thighs preventing her from closing them, and went on as though she hadn’t spoken.
“When I accused her of trying to let Stockney get a look at those pretty pink nipples, she told me that men are more trouble than they’re worth and told me to stay away from her. She also accused me of treating her like a whore and threatened me with you.”
“You were being mean!”
“So, I decided to teach her a lesson about trying to pit the two of us against each other.”
Jeremiah laid his hand over the cheeks of her bottom, sliding his thumbs threateningly down the crease.
“She’s so sweet, you know, but you’re right. I keep thinking about the conversation we had back in Kansas City. She can’t try to play one of us against the other.”
Eb slid a finger into her pussy, laughing softly when she moaned. “That’s exactly what I was about to teach her.”
It excited her that his anger had apparently changed into something erotically sinister. It aroused her unbearably to be in such a vulnerable position, the slight fear adding to the sexual tension, but she was scared to death to admit it or let them see it for fear they would think badly of her.
It got harder to hide it, though, as their devious attention continued.
Jeremiah squeezed her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart until she felt cool air brush against her puckered opening, sending her excitement and fear both soaring.
Jeremiah paused, holding her open as he spoke to Eb. “You’re doing your best to keep her at a distance, though, and that’s not fair to any of us. She’s not Emily. She’s not the woman you walked away from. This is Maggie, Eb. Don’t do anything you might regret.”
Maggie stilled, a shiver going through her when a thumb slid over her forbidden opening at the same time the finger in her pussy started to move.
Eb stilled, his finger pressed deep.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Lying in such a vulnerable position while Eb and Jeremiah fought wasn’t something she wanted to do.
“Just let me up and you two can fight all you want to.”
Jeremiah’s laugh filled her with foreboding. “We would never fight about you in front of you. Oh, no, Maggie, if we did that, you’d just find a way to pit us against each other again. I just want Eb to stop fighting the love I saw on his face when I walked in here.”
A slap on her ass had her kicking her legs again.
“And you need to stay out of it.”
“Damn you. Let me up.”
Both men spoke in low murmurs, and she stilled, struggling to hear what they said.
Another slap landed, making her shriek.
Jeremiah came to kneel beside her head.
“Behave yourself.” He brushed her hair back from her face, his smile somehow tender and devious at the same time.
“Let’s go back to the house. I don’t want to chance anyone else walking in here.”
Eb lifted her so fast it made her dizzy, rubbing her warm bottom once more before letting her skirt drop into place.
“You can take your bath and wait for us in bed.”
Furious, aroused, and more than a little shaken by the devious smiles on both their faces, Maggie swiped her hair back, hurriedly stepping back out of their reach.
“I’m not going to bed with either one of you. You can both sleep with the horses!”
She stormed out of the shed, her skirts flying as she ran across the yard toward the house, intent to get away from them as fast as possible. Angry at herself for letting Eb hurt her again and hurt by Jeremiah’s betrayal, she couldn’t face either one of them right now.
Of course, they both caught up with her right away, flanking her and keeping up with her with no apparent effort.
Fighting the stitch in her side, she kept staring straight ahead. “I can’t believe I thought you could both take me seriously.”
Jeremiah grabbed her hand and spun her, and before she knew it, she found herself over his shoulder.
“Come on, honey. Let’s get ready for bed and calm you down.”
For the first time, Maggie noticed that several of the ranch hands stood around, amused smiles on their faces as they watched the scene playing out in front of them.
Maggie cringed, not knowing how much they’d witnessed, or what they’d heard, and hid her face in embarrassment.
“Stop treating me like a child, damn it. Put me down.”
Jeremiah opened the back door and strode inside before setting her on her feet. “Believe me, Maggie. I don’t think of you as a child at all.”
Maggie backed away as he stepped closer, jolting when she backed straight into Eb. “You lied to me. I thought you’d started to care about me.”
Taking the final step closer, Jeremiah reached out a hand and with one finger traced the curve of her breast.
“I’ve cared about you since you were a little girl, Maggie. Just not the same way I do now.”
Eb’s arms came around her from behind, one hand lightly rubbing her stomach. “You’re a woman now, Maggie. Not a little girl. You’re gonna have to learn how to behave like a woman, one who has two husbands. There’s a whole new set of rules you’ll have to live by in order to make this work.”
Bending to scrape his teeth over her neck, he lowered his voice. “And you’ll abide by those rules whether you like it or not.”
Jeremiah bent and tugged off her boots before removing his own. “It’s been a long day. Your bath is ready in the kitchen, and then I want you to go up to bed. We’ll be right up.”
Pulling out of Eb’s arms, Maggie shot each of them a dirty look. “I don’t think it’s fair that I have to live by your rules, but both of you can do whatever you want.”
Eb reached out and ran his finger over a nipple. “Fair or not, you’ll do what we say. Now, are you going to go get your bath, or do you want me to strip you and bathe you myself?”
Maggie lifted her chin. “I’ll do it myself, thank you. Don’t get mud on my floor.”
She turned and strode away, smiling at the stunned silence behind her.
Chapter Nine
Maggie could hardly keep her eyes open as she stared out into the darkness. Determined not to be waiting in bed when Eb and Jeremiah came up, she sat in the window seat wearing her thickest nightgown and the shawl Esmeralda had given her.
She found it hard to believe that she’d only arrived at the Circle T today, and already her life had changed so much.
Hearing their low conversation as they came up the stairs, Maggie stiffened.
“I thought I told you to get in bed. You’re gonna catch a cold.”
Maggie turned her head, a little surprised at Jeremiah’s arrogant tone. “I’m warm enough. I wanted to sit up a bit. You two go ahead.”
Eb strode straight toward her, plucking her out of the window seat and holding her high against his chest.
“We’re not going to argue with you, Maggie. You’d better get into the habit of doing what you’re told, or I’ll have you over my knee again.”
Jeremiah laughed softly as he turned the bed down. “I’ll bet her ass is still warm from the spanking you just gave her.”
Eb laid her in the center of the bed, and between the two of them, they efficiently stripped her. “Maybe we’d bet
ter check.”
He rolled her to her stomach, keeping her there with a hand on her back, and ran his other over her warm bottom.
“Hmm. She’s still nice and warm.”
Maggie groaned, finding it hard to believe they could get a response from her with so little effort.
Jeremiah bent over her from the other side, spreading her thighs and lifting her until her ass was in the air before sliding a finger into her pussy. “Wet, too. I think our wife likes her spankings a little too much. We’ll have to do something about that.” He sighed heavily. “But she’s tired and cranky. As soon as she comes, she’s gonna fall right to sleep.”
Maggie buried her face in the pillow. Two minutes ago she’d been alone and shivering, and now, completely naked, with Eb holding her down and his hand on her bottom and Jeremiah slowly stroking her pussy, she burned everywhere.
She hid her face, embarrassed that they knew her shameful secret. How could a woman get sexually excited while being punished?
“I’m right here, you know. Stop talking about me.”
Eb slapped her ass in warning. “Quiet.” He held his hand over her bottom, once again appearing to know how it held the heat in and made her entire body burn.
“Get the salve. I think we should give a little more attention to this ass while we’re making her come.”
Jeremiah slid his finger from her pussy. “Good idea, but I get to eat her pussy this time.”
Eb moved his hand over her bottom. “While I finger fuck her ass.”
Maggie froze, automatically clenching the cheeks of her ass in denial. It was one thing to have them play with her there while in the throes of passion, but it was entirely different to have them focus their attention there with no apparent plans to take her.
“Just take me. You know you want to. Leave my bottom alone and just make love to me.”
Eb delivered one hard slap, and then another. “Don’t ever try to tell us what to do to you, Maggie. I need to stretch this ass a little more, and you need to learn how much pleasure you can get by focusing on that tight little hole. You’re tired and lethargic from your bath, so your resistance is down and you’ll relax that bottom a little more.”
“No, I won’t.”
Maggie shuddered when the bed dipped as Jeremiah got up. Turning her head, she watched him undress before collecting a tin of salve.
He turned toward her, his cock hard and standing at attention. Its purplish head glistened with moisture, and she involuntarily licked her lips.
His eyes stayed on hers as he opened the tin and held it out to his brother. “You always trusted us before, honey. Trust us with this. I’m going to watch Eb grease you up, and then I’m going to lap up all your juices.”
With a knee on the bed, he leaned closer, running his lips over her shoulder. “And don’t lick your lips like that unless you want your mouth filled with my cock.”
With a moan, Maggie stuck her face back into the pillow as Eb’s strong hand lifted and parted the cheeks of her bottom, exposing her puckered opening.
“You would put it in my mouth?” Her words came out muffled, and, unable to breathe, she turned her head again to repeat them.
Jeremiah replaced Eb’s hand on her back with his own, leaving Eb holding her bottom cheeks parted with one hand and his other free.
“Damned right, and I will. Sometimes one of us will fuck you while you please the other with that mouth.”
Maggie sucked in a breath as Eb touched her bottom hole, arching her head back as far as she could when he began to push his slick finger into her. Chills raced through her as the salve made it easy for him to push his finger through her tight opening and deep into her.
“Oh, God. It’s in there.”
Eb parted her cheeks wider. “It sure as hell is. Look at this, Jeremiah. She’s squeezing my finger so damned hard she’s gonna break it off. I’ve got to have her.”
Jeremiah groaned. “Let me feel.”
Eb’s finger slid out. “Here, work some more of the salve in her.” He released his hold on her bottom. “Lift her higher.”
Maggie buried her face again as they lifted her and parted her legs even wider. She knew they could see everything, the cool air blowing over her folds and bottom telling her just how exposed she’d become.
Kicking wildly, she swore at them, alarmed at how quickly her arousal grew.
They were turning her into a woman she no longer recognized, and it scared the hell out of her. How could she respond so completely to something so naughty, so breathtakingly intimate?
Jeremiah kept a hand pressed to her upper back, holding her down as Eb threw off his clothes.
A few seconds later she felt the hair on his thighs against the backs of hers, increasing her panic.
“Ain’t that a pretty sight. This little pink hole all greased up and just waiting to be fucked.”
Maggie kicked at him, scared that she wouldn’t be able to take his cock inside her, but more scared that she would like it and they would use it against her.
“Once you get inside her, sit at the edge of the bed so I can eat her pussy. I’ll bet she bucks like a bronco on your cock.”
Hiding her face again, she moaned as more of her juices coated her thighs. Her clit throbbed so badly it hurt, and she bit her lip, scared that she would be reduced to begging to get them to touch her there.
Eb chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll have to return the favor. Make sure you’ve got enough salve. I want her greased up real good.”
Maggie couldn’t believe she was lying there while Eb and Jeremiah talked about her bottom hole and how they planned to take her there. She couldn’t believe how much hearing them talk excited her, the anticipation of knowing what they were going to do to her heightening her arousal even more.
Jeremiah’s hand tightened on her back. “Easy, Maggie, I’m gonna slide two fingers into you this time.”
Maggie reached above her, holding on to the bed rails for support, a whimper escaping as Jeremiah used a twisting motion to press two thick fingers into her. She stilled, breathing in shallow gulps as she tried to adjust to such an intimate and primitive sensation.
It burned, the ring of muscles stretching to accommodate his slow thrusts. Her inner muscles gripped him, making the burn even worse as the chills and tingles that raced from there overwhelmed her.
With slow thrusts, he worked his fingers deep. “Takes all the fight right out of her, doesn’t it?”
Eb laughed softly. “Sure does. Now we know how to get her to behave. The piece we had made for her before we left Kansas City’s gonna be perfect for her. I almost can’t wait until she’s bad again so we can punish her with it.”
Turning her head again, Maggie whimpered as Jeremiah slid his fingers almost all the way out of her and then thrust them back in again.
“What piece? What are you planning to do to me? Oh! Oh, my God. It burns. It’s tingling all over.”
Jeremiah chuckled and did it again. “Poor baby. I’ll bet your little clit is all swollen. Once Eb gets his cock in you, I’ll lick it, but only if you ask me nicely.”
Eb growled. “That’s enough. I want my cock in her. You should make her suck your cock before you let her come.”
Sliding his fingers from her, Jeremiah bent until his head was next to hers. “Hmm, that sounds like fun. I’m gonna love sticking my cock in that hot little mouth.”
Pushing the damp tendrils from her forehead, Jeremiah grinned, showing his dimples. “You ready to learn how to use that tongue on my cock, darlin’?”
Unable to prevent it, Maggie looked down, eyeing his cock as Eb pressed his against her puckered opening.
“I don’t…oh, God. He’s going to put it in me, isn’t he?”
Her fear must have shown because Jeremiah’s eyes gentled as he lay down beside her.
“Easy, darlin’. Relax that tight ass so Eb can work his cock inside. It’s gonna be tight.”
Maggie tried to turn away again, but Jeremiah held her head
in place with a hand fisted in her hair. “No, don’t look away from me. I want to watch your face when he takes your ass.”
If there was anything more intimate and intimidating than this, Maggie couldn’t imagine it. She groaned as Eb pushed his cock against her, the unrelenting pressure forcing the tight ring to give way. With her bottom up in the air and her thighs spread wide, she had no way to stop him or even slow him down.
“Ahh! Oh, God. Oh, God. It’s in me. He put it in me. Oh, God, it burns.”
With his hands firm on her hips, not letting her move at all, Eb let out a deep growl. “Fuck. I’ve only got the head inside her. So damned tight. Fuck, Jeremiah. Play with her nipples or something. Distract her. I’ve got to get inside her, and she’s got a fucking death grip on my cock.”
Did they realize how their talk excited her?
Did they have any idea how powerful it made her feel to know that she was responsible for that desperation in Eb’s voice?
The chills grew stronger as Eb pressed a little more of his cock into her, the stretching sensation even stronger now than it had been when they used their fingers. She tightened her hands on the bars of the headboard, her toes curling when Jeremiah slid a hand beneath her to stroke first one nipple and then the other, using the other hand to caress her back.
Her clit felt as though it was on fire, swollen and aching with the need to be touched. The strokes to her nipples just made it worse, but no matter what Eb said, nothing could distract her from the burning, too full feeling of her bottom being slowly but deliberately taken.
Eb paused, his hands smoothing over her hips. “That’s it, darlin’. We’ll take this nice and slow.”
She couldn’t remember hearing such tenderness in his voice since the night he and Jeremiah comforted her and helped her bury her kitten. To hear it now eased the last of her inhibitions and made her want to give him everything.
“Eb.” His name came out on a breath as he began stroking again, each time pressing just a little bit deeper.
She could feel herself open to him, her inner muscles massaging his cock with every thrust. Each time she tightened on him, the burn stole her breath, but still she pushed back against him, needing more.