Things had gotten pretty hot by the next time Lib was face to face, body to body, with Tag. Keeg was behind her—also body to body. He’d found the dress, so apparently he knew how to get her out of it.
And also, Orion guessed, Keeg would have a handle on what she wore underneath.
His feet still moving slowly with the music, Keeg lowered the hidden zipper at Liberty’s back. He put his hands inside it, sliding it off her shoulders and then down her body. With significant care, he set it aside after she stepped out of it.
Which gave Orion a damn fine appreciation of Keeg’s taste in women’s underthings.
Lib’s stockings ended in white lace at her upper thighs. They were held in place by a satin garter that sat low on her hips. There were panties, too—a white band of lace that formed a very interesting bow in the back and a sheer layer of silk that covered—but really not, because, sheer—most of her ass. Just to be cute, there were some little pink flowers embroidered along the edges. Above, her bra was more white lace, strapless and kind of a half corset, so it ended above her waist. There was a lot—well, really more like little bits—of sheer fabric used there, too.
Tag had stopped even pretending to dance in order to gawk. “Jesus.”
“Hell, yeah,” Orion put in.
Keeg looked over at him with a quirk of a grin. “She looks pretty good, doesn’t she?”
Orion nodded. And then went for it. “I’d liked to see how she looks with her tits in Tag’s hands and your tongue down her throat.”
Everyone looked at him in apparent surprise. But he was in this thing, so he just looked back.
Tag was the first one to speak. Well, to act and then speak. Because he put his hands over Lib’s tits and then looked at Orion. “That’s right. You’ve never had a chance to watch, have you? Let me tell you, it’s hot.”
And it was. Keeg stepped up and tilted Lib’s face so he could kiss her over her shoulder. Tongue was definitely involved. Tag opened a couple hooks on the corset and set those glorious tits free. He got busy there while Keeg’s hand meandered down, cupping and squeezing Lib’s ass and then sliding under the panties near her clit.
Lib moaned and rolled her head along Keeg’s shoulder until her face was turned to Orion. She put a hand out like she needed him. Beseeching. “Ry.”
“Take it, babe.” But he stepped close enough to hold her hand and bring it hard against his chest. She kept her eyes on him, saying his name again and again, as his brothers loved her just for him.
Chapter Eighteen
“Ry.”
Liberty hadn’t really understood how it would be a turn-on for a man to watch others—even his brothers—make love to his woman. But she got now how it felt to have two men she loved make love to her while the third watched, his gaze hot and…encouraging. Inciting.
Ry kept her hand firmly in his, and firmly against his chest. Sometimes, he bent his head to kiss her fingers—hot, wet, biting, sucking kisses.
But mostly, he watched.
He watched as Tag passionately kissed her mouth, foraging with his tongue. As he took both her nipples between thumbs and fingers and worked them, rolling and tugging. As he leaned down to use his mouth there, too, drawing her in, sucking hard.
He watched as Keeg slid his fingers inside her panties, inside her. As he fucked them into her, then drew them out to slide wetly over her clit. As he gripped her ass with his other hand, squeezing and then probing with a single finger.
As she pressed her head onto Keeg’s shoulder, arching her back so her tits lifted to Tag, offering themselves, pleading for more. Flexing so her pussy presented itself to Keeg’s fingers, so her clit worked itself against them. Rocking sometimes, so that finger in her ass could do more.
As her breath came in rough pants, needy and urgent. As her pussy wept, begging to be fucked.
As her eyes glazed, her vision lost to everything but that one connection—the fierceness of Orion’s eyes. The dark blazing of that honey-brown. Wanting her. Wanting her, waiting for her, urging her to let go.
To fall into that thrill his brothers were giving her.
To fly.
They made it happen—the brothers who stimulated her and the brother who watched.
She stiffened as Keeg worked her clit and drove her to the edge. To the edge and over. As he worked two fingers into her ass and Tag jerked at her tits.
Liberty cried out, clinging to Ry with her one hand. Keeping her gaze locked on his until it was too much. Too impossible to do anything but lose herself in it, flexing and rocking, closing her eyes and shattering.
* * * *
Tag slid an arm around Liberty’s waist to keep her on her feet and kissed her one more time. She was pretty out of it, her head lolling on Keeg’s shoulder and her eyes closed.
He made eye contact with Keeg and got a nod to let him know they were thinking the same thing. Silently, he reached down, got a finger into those pretty, delicate panties, and tore them. Kind of a shame, but sacrifices had to be made.
With one hand, he worked open the zipper of his pants and let his cock spring free. Keegan lifted Lib’s left arm and draped it up over Tag’s shoulder—Ry still held onto her right hand—and replaced Tag’s arm at her waist. He had hold of her when Tag reached his hands around her thighs and boosted her up.
Up with her legs spread and her pussy bare. So when he settled her down a few inches, letting her slide along his chest, his cock slipped all the way into her cunt.
She moaned then, like she hadn’t known to expect that.
Or the next thing, either, which was Keeg shoving into her ass from behind.
“Oh, God.”
Like she should be surprised. But there she was, in her pretty wedding undies—most of them, anyway—sandwiched between two men still fully dressed in their suits, filled ass and pussy with two big, hard cocks.
“Oh,” she said again, like she was coming around, taking in her situation.
“Yeah, baby,” Tag said. “‘Oh.’”
She lifted her head and looked at him, her gaze slowly coming into focus. “Tag,” she said.
“Yeah, baby,” he said again, unable to stop his smile. “We got you. You’re…gotten. Taken. You’re ours, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I’m…”
She seemed to struggle finding the right word, and Keeg prodded her along with a hard thrust into her ass. “You’re the Harper brothers’ woman, babe.”
Tag had a point to drive home, too, and he did that with a thrust into her pussy. “Wife.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
Tag held her ass in his hands and fucked her. Keeg clutched at her waist and did the same. They were both hot with it, claiming, urgent from those very first fucks.
Lib put some muscle into her left arm around his shoulder and held on for the ride, moaning out her breaths. After a long moment of it, she put her head down on Tag’s left shoulder and turned it to face Ry.
Still holding her hand, Ry moved in closer, his forehead against hers, maybe slipping her a little kiss. He murmured something that Tag didn’t catch.
Because he was busy fucking his own brains out.
He was buried in that tight pussy, a hot, slick hold that sent him wild.
And Keeg was there, too, taking up space in her body, thrusting so close that Tag felt it, too. He groaned, not entirely sure he’d manage to stay upright.
It was fucking glorious. Glorious fucking.
He arched back so he could thrust deeper and felt Keeg do the same.
It was hot and wild. He heard Keeg’s breath and knew that one was about to come. He heard Lib, too, keening, crying. She was at the edge, also.
Tag rolled his head and lost it. He fucked into her spastically, totally out of control. Harder and faster. Deeper. Barely aware that Keeg was doing the same.
Lib wailed and flexed, her body shivering with ecstasy. Then shuddering. She all but screamed as she went over.
Keeg and Tag ba
nged into her, pistoning, until they came, too. Tag felt the hot burst as his cum shot through his dick and filled her pussy. Keeg’s groan signaled the same for him in her ass. She was slick with it in his last thrusts—he could hear the ease of it in her breath.
Tag barely kept his legs under him as he slipped out of her and let her down. Lib didn’t hold her weight at all, just fell into Ry’s waiting arms. As he lifted her, both Tag and Keeg went to their knees. The best Tag could do was turn his head to watch as Ry carried their woman away.
* * * *
Orion was as gentle with her as could be. He carried her to her bed and laid her down in the center of it. He sat next to her and kissed her softly while his fingers took care of the rest of the hooks on her corset and slipped it away. He tugged the remnants of her pretty panties away—she’d miss those—and slid her heels off and dropped them at the side of the bed.
Slowly, with more kisses, he stripped away her garter and stockings.
Then he disappeared for a moment. When he came back, he had a warm cloth in his hand, and, with exquisite sweetness, he opened her legs and cleansed her.
He pressed kisses to her everywhere as he did it and kept his gaze warmly on her.
Lib’s heart melted.
She’d locked her eyes on Ry as Tag and Keegan had dealt her that wild double fuck. He’d held her hand in a grounding, steady grip. And with that single tether to sanity, she’d let herself go. Let herself be immersed in the clenching, thrusting, taking of double penetration. She’d wallowed in her own pleasure and soared with the thrill she was giving them. She heard the grunts and groans of the two men, felt their rough, hot breaths. Experienced the urgency of their bodies, the grasping, clutching neediness that drove them.
Felt the deep, almost tearing penetration. The tensing of their bodies as their passion soared. The harsh, last thrusts followed by the hot bursts of their cum. Knew the filling spurts as they emptied into her, ass and pussy.
All of it shared—visually, almost physically—with Ry. She heard his breath shudder as she went over, as though her pleasure was his, too. As though there was thrill in it for him, as well.
She’d literally fallen into his arms after, flat out unable to bear her own weight. As Tag and Keeg had gone to their knees—fucked out—she’d been lifted up.
And then handled so carefully, so caringly.
Ry rewarmed the cloth and tucked it between her legs. Then he stood beside the bed and undressed. When he came back to her, over her, he covered her with kisses.
Soft brushes of lips. Light strokes of his tongue. Nudges with his nose, so she was warmed by his breath.
Her face and lips. Her neck. Her shoulders and sternum and then her breasts. Her ribs to her waist and then navel. The curve of her hips.
Finally, he lifted the cloth away and gently tongued her clit.
By that time, Tag and Keeg had come into the room. Through barely lifted eyelids, she saw them undress. One came to each side, lying next to her, kissing and touching her gently just as Ry had done. From each side, their fingers circled her nipples, a light but still enticing stimulation.
Ry did no more with his tongue than stroke her clit. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, keeping her legs closed. The softest touch—just like his brothers’ fingers at her nipples.
Just as stirring. Just as…riling.
She should have been done. She should have been far beyond any pleasure now.
But this sweet seduction was irresistible. This lovely, adoring temptation.
She fell into it.
Her body’s response was languorous, slow and lazy. Tag and Keeg each held a hand—not in a grasp, but more…fondling. Their thumbs rubbed gently at her palms, their fingers lightly stroked hers.
Easy, like a float down a lazy river on a hot summer day, almost drifting with it, Liberty quickened. Even then, it was a slow ride, her muscles soft, her body relaxed.
Until the very end. When Ry’s arms went tightly around her. When the strokes of his tongue became urgent. When Tag’s and Keeg’s fingers worked her harder, when their mouths dipped to her shoulders and sucked bruises there.
Then her passion rose, unstoppable. She flexed and bowed and let them have her.
And when she was done coming, a sweet, mellow, lovely orgasm, Ry was over her.
In her.
* * * *
Orion made love to her again.
Inside her now, that sweetest of places, his cock gently working her.
It had been hot as hell, watching as Tag and Keeg drove a wild orgasm into her with their fingers. And again, when Tag had lifted her for that double fuck.
Watching her fall over into rough orgasms. Seeing her take them with her, his big, strong brothers brought to their knees.
His girl. Theirs.
Tag had said it was hot to watch, and it fucking was. The way his brothers used her so hard. The way she took it, like an Amazon, like a wild woman.
He loved her. To all intents and purposes, he’d married her.
His brothers had done the same. Maybe that should have felt wrong, but it didn’t. It felt fifty kinds of right. A hundred.
When he’d carried her away, taken her to her bed and cleansed her, he’d really done it with the thought that she needed a rest. A respite.
But the gentle touches he’d given her had fired him up, and he thought they’d stirred her, too. He just couldn’t help where they’d taken him, those soft kisses and strokes of his tongue. Or that Tag and Keeg had joined him, adding their efforts.
She should have been done, but she wasn’t. She’d gently lit up, responding with little mews of pleasure. Making a slow and easy climb to a sweet come.
And then he couldn’t resist.
He had to love her.
So he opened her legs and slid into her. He went onto his elbows over her, careless of his brothers at either side. He put his hands on her head, fingers working into her hair, and kissed her.
After long moments of it, she opened those sweet blue eyes.
With a sigh, she lifted her arms—one hand to his cheek, the other at his shoulder.
He was gently stroking into her when he dropped his head for a light kiss. “I love you, Liberty.” He didn’t think he’d said it before when they’d exchanged their vows. Either way, he needed to say it again. “I love you.”
Her fingers traced soft circles at his cheek and shoulder. “I love you, too, Orion.”
“I need to do this,” he said, his thrusts coming a little harder now. “I need to make love to you.” His breath was hot now, his lips trailing over her face. “I need to fuck you.”
He said that last with a hard thrust.
“Yes,” she said, her fingers stronger on him now. “Yes.”
They stayed together that way—connected with his body penetrating hers, their fingers clutching at each other, their gazes leashed. He worked into her, meaning to keep it soft and gentle, but driven over by his desire for her.
Lib’s eyes heated, and she wrapped one leg around him, then the other.
He leaned in harder, digging his knees in for purchase. From one side, Tag put a hand on Lib’s shoulder, and when Orion heaved into her, he felt his brother’s flesh as well as hers.
Pretty much the same deal happened with Keeg on the other side, and it turned out that was all fine.
He held over her, their gazes still locked, and fucked her until they both came.
His breath shuddered out and he dropped his head to her shoulder. She spasmed underneath him, breath hitching and fingers clutching so hard her nails grazed him.
She moaned out of the last of it. He groaned, wrung dry, and let himself fall down onto her.
“Oh, yeah.”
That was Tag, he thought, or maybe Keegan.
Maybe both.
Ry turned his head and used his hand to turn her to face him. Her eyes opened and smiled into his before they fluttered shut again. He softly kissed her lids and held her close, feeling the happ
iness in his heart.
Epilogue
They didn’t have their party until the end of September.
Like all ranchers, the Harpers were busy through the summer. The same was true for their neighbors, including the cowboys Tag had promised Fran.
But the weather was still fine—nearly hot, even, with the nice blue sky of an Indian summer.
And the barn was full—friends of Lib’s from down in Denver and even a few from back east, including her writing buddy, Marty. The brothers’ friends, too—the local ranchers, young and old, with their families, and some of Keeg’s and Ry’s friends from college.
Lib’s family came, although a barn dance, watering trough filled with ice and beer, and barbeque pit with a whole bison in it didn’t exactly make up their kind of party. The fireworks that lit the sky when night fell had seemed to impress them okay.
The story was the same for all of the guests—Lib had married Tag, and this was a celebration of their wedding. And if some wondered that Lib danced as often with Ry and Keeg as she did with Tag, that she kissed them as easily as she did him, well, no one was asking out loud about it. Fran winked her knowledge at Tag with a smile, and he was pretty sure Marty was in on it, too.
Lib’s dad made too much of his handshake, but there was no way the lithe muscle he’d built playing squash stood up to Chimney Bluff brawn, so he should have known better than to try. Her mother had her nose up in the air a bit, sniffing at the down-home entertainment. The brother loosened up okay after a couple beers, and the sister started out loose. She maybe wasn’t very happy in her marriage—at least, the interested looks she gave a fair few of the cowboys, including the two purportedly single Harper men, indicated such. She surely did cozy up to a man when she danced, anyway.
What mattered more to Tag was his neighbors. And they might have raised interested brows, but they were naturally born, live-and-let-live sorts. They wouldn’t drink a man’s beer and then gossip a bunch behind his back. Plus, Lib had them all charmed.
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