It didn’t stop the men from bedding each other, however. Saturday night she laid awake in her bed and listened as the men pleasured each other long into the night on the other side of the hall.
She woke up Sunday morning to the sound of the men already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Wedding or not, they still had chores to do and animals to tend. On her way back from the privy, Goyo caught her and kissed her good morning, starting deep fires inside her that were only further stoked when Jasper caught her by the waist and laid another on her.
“I wish I had a ring for you,” he said. “I didn’t have time to go buy one.”
She started to tell him that was okay when she remembered something. “Wait!” She rushed off to her bedroom and returned a moment later with the belt. She kept it hidden in a drawer, rolled up in the one chemise she still owned.
The men crowded around her as she opened the belt and rummaged through the contents.
“Good Lord, Callie,” Goyo said. “What is this?”
“The reason my step-father is after me. It’s what Momma had, Daddy’s rings, and some of my grandparents’ things. Some of these were handed down three generations. Aha!” She held out her palm to Jasper. “This was Momma’s wedding ring that Daddy gave her. It fits me.”
He smiled and took it, held it up to the light. “I’m sorry I don’t have one of my own to give you, but if you’re okay with it, I am, too.”
She nodded. “Momma and Daddy were happy together. He loved her something fierce, and she loved him back, even as sick as she felt all the time. He’d do anything for her, anytime. They were still in love when he died. I think that’s part of why she did so poorly at the end, even before she got yellow fever. She just missed him so much.”
Searching through the belt again, she came up with two more rings. She grabbed Goyo’s hand and tried one on him, which proved too small, then another, which fit his finger perfectly. “There,” she softly said and looked up at him. “That’s my Daddy’s wedding band.”
His hand gently closed around hers. “I do love you, Callie.”
She smiled. “I know. I love you, too.” She turned to Jasper. The other ring fit perfectly on his hand. “That was my grandpa’s ring.” Their eyes met as she looked up. “Like it was meant to be.”
He kissed her. “Exactly like it was meant to be.”
* * * *
They finished their chores late that afternoon before returning to the house. The men took their shaving kits and soap and headed out back to the spring to clean up. Callie couldn’t stand it. She grabbed another towel and followed them. If they would most likely be married in a few hours anyway, barring any unforeseen circumstances, what difference did it make if they saw her naked or not? And she’d already sworn her vows to Goyo. Technically that made her a married woman. Besides, she’d already seen them naked.
Her face, as well as her intimate places, grew hot at that memory.
She heard them talking as she walked down the path to the spring. When she stepped out of the woods, they had their backs to her, both of them standing in waist-deep water. Goyo was helping Jasper shave.
The sight made her pause and smile as she listened to their banter.
“Don’t go cuttin’ my throat now,” Jasper warned, his face covered with shaving soap.
Goyo laughed. “Why would I do that to you, papi?” he asked, his voice tender. “I love you.”
Her heart fluttered. She’d caught them saying it to each other before, but to hear him say it like that, it took her breath away.
“She’s special, isn’t she?” Jasper asked.
“She certainly is. We’re lucky men.” The sunlight glinted off the wedding band on Goyo’s hand.
When she walked over, they finally looked up. Before she could lose her nerve she kicked off her boots and started unbuttoning her shirt. “I’ll do that for you. For both of you,” she softly said. “I want to shave you.”
The men’s jaws gaped as she slipped her shirt off her shoulders.
* * * *
Jasper stared, breathless at the sight of her bare body slipping into the spring. Creamy and pale where her clothes hid her flesh from the harsh Florida sun, a light sprinkle of freckles over her nose and cheeks, the dark nest of curls at the juncture of her firm thighs disappeared into the water as she stepped in and walked over. The cool water made her pink nipples tighten to hard peaks, as if begging for them to cup her firm breasts and play with them.
“Joder!” Goyo softly swore. Jasper wasn’t sure what that epithet meant, but he could easily guess.
Her eyes never left them even though the color rose in her cheeks as she stood beside them. She held out her hand to Goyo for the razor. “Let me do it. Then I’ll shave you.”
Shaving was the last thing on Jasper’s mind, and even in the cool water his cock stiffened as he stared at Callie’s beautiful body. He knew Goyo’s reaction had to match his.
Callie used one hand to tip his head up and back while the other carefully worked the straight razor over his flesh. His eyes never left her as she worked, until she gently ran her hand over his flesh. “There,” she said with a smile. She turned to Goyo. “Now you.”
“At least I’m easy,” he teased. Jasper wasn’t exceedingly hairy, but Goyo had much less. Shaving him was a much faster job. She kissed Goyo, then Jasper, before returning the razor to Goyo.
“There. You both look very handsome.”
She started to swim past Jasper, but he snagged her and pulled her to him as he leaned back in the water with her cradled against his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
* * * *
She felt his stiff member rubbing against her. “Just going for a swim. Then I’m going to wash up. It’s my wedding day, you know.”
Goyo swam up behind them. She enjoyed the feel of his body pressed against her back. “Does your fiancé know you’re swimming with two naked men?” he joked.
She wiggled her backside against him. “Why, I believe he does,” she said, giggling.
Fires raged within her. She knew what passion and pleasure could feel like without them and wondered how much better it would be with one of their hands or better yet, their cocks, between her legs instead of her own fingers.
“I’d better get back to shore,” Jasper hoarsely said.
She clamped her legs around him. “No you don’t,” she warned. “You’re not leaving me out here feelin’ like this.” She wiggled again and felt his cock now rubbing against that sweet spot between her legs.
Jasper moaned. “Baby, don’t do that. I can’t control myself if you do that!”
Goyo’s arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her breasts. “I think that’s her intent.”
“Dang right it is.” She held on to Jasper’s shoulders and rocked her hips against him. “It feels better than my hand, that’s for sure.” She leaned in and kissed him and felt his flesh pulsate against hers.
“Your first time shouldn’t be in the middle of a spring,” he tried to protest.
“Why not?” Goyo chimed in. “Ours was at a beach in St. Augustine.”
“See?” she insisted, nuzzling at his neck. “He agrees with me.”
“I think I still have sand in places no man should have sand,” Goyo grumbled.
“Not helping,” she quipped. “Please?” she whispered against Jasper’s neck. “Make me yours now. I don’t want to wait.”
* * * *
Jasper let out a low moan as he held her tightly with one arm. He couldn’t resist her plaintive request. With the other hand, he reached between her legs and found her throbbing nub of flesh. She moaned as he stroked it.
Goyo kissed his way across her shoulder. “Lean back against me, baby. Let him show you how good it feels.”
Jasper relinquished her to Goyo even as she kept her legs wrapped around his waist. Supporting her ass with one hand while she floated in the water, he used his other to stroke her clit, rubbing it, making her writhe between them a
s Goyo kissed her and swallowed every sweet cry she made. Jasper’s greatest fear proved unfounded—that it would remind him too much of painful days, of sweet and long-gone times he could never reclaim. He’d worried he might not be able to give her all of him the way he could Goyo. But his heart decided otherwise. Callie proved so different in mind, body, and soul than his sweet Mary had been, that there were no comparisons to distract him from making love to her with all his heart.
He gently parted her folds with his finger, pressing for entrance. Even in the cool water the lips of her sex felt hot, promising a wild ride once he had his cock planted firmly inside her.
She arched her back as he gently probed her. Then he added a second finger and she moaned again as she rocked her hips against him. “You’re so tight, baby,” he softly said.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Please, take me!”
He couldn’t hold back. No matter what he’d sworn, how much of a gentleman he’d be, he was only human. He lined up the head of his cock with her sex and gently pressed forward into her silken, hot pussy.
* * * *
She looked into Jasper’s eyes as she felt the hot, hard, smooth head of his member paused between her legs. “This might hurt, sweetheart,” he said. “At first. Then it’ll feel good, I promise.”
She nodded. “I know.”
He slowly pressed forward then drew back a little, pulling almost all the way out. With one hand still supporting her backside, he began stroking her clit again. She closed her eyes, her head lolling against Goyo’s shoulder as she rocked her hips, wanting Jasper’s cock deeper inside her.
The familiar sensation started, a deep boiling of her nerves until it formed a red-hot ball of pleasure under the pad of his finger stroking her clit.
“That’s it, sugar,” Jasper urged. “You want to give it to me, don’t you?”
She rocked harder in the water against the men, needing the release, her body under their command and not her own as Goyo nibbled on her neck and played with her nipples. She whined with need, wanting more, wanting everything. Goyo’s hands felt hot against her breasts as every stroke of Jasper’s fingers pulled liquid fire from the center of her being and sent it straight between her legs.
Then her body unhinged as her climax exploded, more powerful than any other she’d ever experienced before. That’s when Jasper pistoned his hips forward, driving his cock deep inside her, stretching and filling her and demanding her body give way. The pain of the thrust mingled with the pleasure still assaulting her, until finally every deep, hard stroke he took brought nothing but sheer bliss.
His hands moved to her hips and tightly gripped her, holding her firmly in place while he fucked her hard and fast until he let out one last cry. She felt his hot seed pumping inside her, his cock throbbing his release.
Goyo gently shifted her up until they had her firmly sandwiched between them, his chest pressing against her back while her nipples deliciously rubbed against Jasper’s chest. Goyo wrapped his arms around both of them as Jasper rested his head against her shoulder.
“Ai, papi,” Goyo murmured, stroking Jasper’s arm. “How did that feel?”
He nodded, still trying to catch his breath.
Goyo kissed the side of her neck. “You sounded beautiful, baby. I can’t wait to take you next.”
Jasper lifted his head and kissed her, one hand tangling in her hair, holding her to him, refusing to let go at first. She tasted his desperation, his desire, his love, all from his lips devouring hers. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Callie. And I don’t love easy.”
“I love you, too,” she assured him. She had a feeling some of his thoughts had strayed to the past, to his lost wife. That didn’t bother her, but she hoped he could tell her the story sooner than later. She wanted to love all the hurt out of both men’s souls.
After a few minutes he untangled from her and turned her to face Goyo. His blue eyes looked as dark as evening skies from his desire for her. He stepped between her thighs, his hands slowly sliding down her legs to lift them around his waist. He reached between her legs and gently stroked her swollen nub. “How do you feel, baby?” he softly asked.
“Good. I want you.”
He teased her, rolling her clit between his fingers and driving her mad until she begged for him to give her release. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said with a smile. His cock felt a little larger, thicker than Jasper’s, and he slowly pushed into her until seated all the way to the root. “I’m going to make you come so I feel your sweet, tight pussy squeezing my cock, baby.”
Devious fingers stroked and played and teased until she felt her release pour through her veins and replace reason with passion. Jasper securely held her in his arms as her body trembled between them. “That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “Come for him like you did for me.”
When convinced he’d wrung every last drop of climax from her, Goyo started thrusting again, every sweet stroke stretching her and making her body burn for him almost as badly as if she hadn’t just had two beautiful orgasms under their skillful hands. Each hard thrust plumbed her very depths. Her heels dug into his firm backside as he sawed his cock in and out of her willing body. Then his grip grew harder, fingers digging in as he thrust one last time. He orgasmed inside her, crying out as his hot come shot into her body and filled her, just as Jasper’s had done.
He let his forehead fall against hers. “Ai, baby, that felt fantastic. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.” She knew she did. No matter how short the time together, she knew from the moment she revealed her secret and they admitted theirs, then followed by the night in the barn, that they were special. Loving and strong and decent men. And all hers, they wanted only her and each other.
After a few minutes they untangled themselves and the men took turns carefully lathering her body, making sure every intimate nook and cranny was well-washed. Only when she shivered and her skin started pruning did they all finally get out.
She didn’t bother putting her clothes on, just wrapped her towel around herself and let Goyo carry her back to the house so her feet didn’t get dirty. The men only pulled on their trousers and boots. Jasper carried her clothes for her.
Goyo set her on her feet at her bedroom door after giving her one last kiss. “Go get ready, baby,” he said. “We’ll be waiting.”
She moved as if in a dream, enjoying the blissful feel of love. This felt the way that Momma and Daddy had looked at each other before he died, this fluffy summer cloud feeling, like nothing could ever go wrong with the world.
Her men.
When she finished dressing, it surprised her to see them both stand up when she walked into the front room. Her dress wasn’t the fanciest in the world, but it wasn’t a rag, either. She’d wanted to keep something she could look respectable in and have a chance to use if she needed. The bonnet did match the dress. As an added bonus, it helped conceal how short her hair was.
Jasper and Goyo had both put on their Sunday best, trousers and clean, starched white shirts and jackets.
Her heart fluttered. They both looked so handsome.
She noticed Goyo had put her wedding ring on his pinky finger. “So I don’t lose it,” he explained when he noticed her look. “I’m his best man. I have to hand it to him.”
She smiled and adjusted his collar for him. “You’re my best man, too.” She slipped Jasper’s ring off her thumb, where she’d put it to keep it safe, and it fit on his index finger. “There.” She looked into his eyes. “You sure you don’t mind me marrying him instead of you?”
He pulled her tight and laid another kiss on her that would have burned her boots right off her had she been wearing boots. “You’re already married to me, mami,” he said. “We said our vows. And now it’s the three of us. It’ll always be the three of us. Remember? A little slice of Heaven, together.”
Jasper stepped close and put an arm around each of their shoulders. “Together.”
Chapter Seven
Goyo threw a clean blanket into the back of the wagon for him to sit on so he didn’t get his clothes dirty. There wasn’t enough room on the seat for all three of them, and he refused to let Callie sit in back even though she’d offered.
“It wouldn’t look right,” he insisted.
On the way to town she sat snuggled close to Jasper despite the heat. Her heart felt lighter than it had since her momma died. Heavens, it felt lighter than before her daddy died. Life was still full of hard, honest work, but now she had two loving men at her side. She didn’t have to live in fear anymore.
“People are gonna ask me about my past, where I came from,” she said. “What do we tell them?”
Goyo tapped her shoulder and she turned to look at him. “Keep your voice soft,” he said, “and don’t twang. Tell them you’re from Virginia.”
“Powhatan,” Jasper softly added.
“Why?”
He finally looked at her. “It’s near where I came from. Make it easier for people to understand why I decided to marry you so quick.”
“But,” she reminded him, “‘Charlie’ showed up looking for a job.”
He shrugged. “Coincidence.”
A chill blew across her heart. “I hope Bart doesn’t head down this way.”
“You think he’ll still be after you?”
She nodded. “You don’t know how vindictive that man is. He’s flat-out mean and vicious.” She shivered despite the heat. “If I hadn’t busted that pitcher across his head, he would’ve…” She didn’t want to finish the sentence and think the thought.
Jasper’s arm tightened around her. He leaned in and kissed her. “That son of a bitch shows up here, darlin’, we’ll take care of him.”
“Yeah,” Goyo joked. “Then maybe you can get your farm back if he hasn’t sold it yet.”
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