“All right,” Goyo hoarsely said after a few minutes of that. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.”
She bit her lower lip as Jasper spread his legs, spreading hers even further in the process, and Goyo knelt between them. Then the feel of his hard cock pressed against her rim and she let out a long, low moan as he slowly and carefully thrust his cock deep inside her.
When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he kept persisting, until he’d sank his entire length inside her virgin ass.
“Oh, baby!” he gasped. “You’re so tight!” He waited for a moment, holding back until she was used to the feel of him there before he started moving.
That’s when it got really good. Every stroke seemed to drive Jasper’s cock tightly against a sweet spot inside her, drawing moans from him and her both. And when Jasper started rocking his hips beneath her, she tried to thrust with them and finally gave up, letting go as passion turned her muscles limp.
Jasper kissed her, long and hard. “You’re ours, always, Callie. We’re never letting you go.” She forced her eyes open and saw the passion and pain mingled in his sweet brown eyes.
Pleasure built inside her, feeling different than the intensity of their mouths on her, from the inside out, winding tighter with every stroke of their cocks inside her, until it finally burst, shattering her into a million fragments as a sweet explosion turned her inside out. “I’m there!” she cried out.
The men thrust hard and fast, trying to catch up, until both of them exploded inside her, and they all collapsed in a tangle of limbs.
Goyo was slow to move. “I’m worn out,” he mumbled against her back. “I’m dead. You killed me.”
“We didn’t kill you,” Jasper said from the bottom of the pile. “Now get off me, or you will kill me. I’m getting squished.”
He laughed as he sat up and gently withdrew his softening cock from her bottom. She felt him get up but was too tired to open her eyes and see where he went. She heard water pour from the pitcher, then heard him set it down again before she felt him wiping her down.
When he climbed back into bed, Jasper rolled them onto their sides with her in the middle. “I think we can sleep a little late tomorrow morning,” he mumbled, already falling asleep. He did manage to kiss her. “Love you, baby.”
She felt her heart swell nearly to bursting. “Love you, too, Jasper.”
Goyo kissed the back of her neck. “Love you, mami.”
Callie chuckled and squeezed his hand, which he’d slipped around her waist. “Love you, too, Goyo.”
As Callie fell asleep, she knew life could never get more perfect than this night.
Chapter Eight
Despite Jasper’s declaration that they could sleep late, Callie awoke before dawn the next morning to find herself pleasantly sore and firmly sandwiched between her men. She lay spooned against Goyo, his arm draped over her and Jasper, who lay in front of her with his arm draped over both her and Goyo.
The musky scent of their passion lingered over them. In the cool morning air that would soon heat to a thick, warm soup, their bodies felt comfortably warm against hers.
No cold nights with them to warm me.
She suppressed a happy giggle. The thought that she should feel ashamed for the wicked things they did came to mind, but she kicked that out of her brain. She loved them, they loved her. She was “properly married,” and who cared what anyone thought? It would be far less shameful for people to think her a hussy than for people to look down on her men for loving each other. She was more than willing to bear that burden for them if it ever came to pass.
Then Goyo made the mistake of rolling over in his sleep. He tumbled off the bed and landed on the floor with a startled cry, awaking Jasper.
He sat up with a start. “What happened?”
“Nothing, papi,” Goyo moaned from where he lay on the floor. “Just me. We need a bigger bed.” He sat up and swept his hair back from his face. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Do you mean me or her,” Jasper teased.
Goyo rolled his eyes as he climbed back into bed. He kissed her, then him. “Both of you. Now that I’m awake, I’ll get the coffee started.” He got back out of bed and pulled on a pair of trousers and work boots before heading to the kitchen.
Jasper propped himself up on one arm and stared down at her. “Good morning, Mrs. Collins.” He laid his palm over her tummy. “You realize we might be a family of four in a year or less at this rate?”
She smiled as she laced her fingers through his. “I don’t mind if you two don’t.”
He stood, helping her from the bed. She opted to wash up in the back room. Already anticipating it, Goyo had started a pot of water boiling for her. By the time the men had breakfast ready, she’d dressed in trousers and boots, ready for work.
Goyo pulled her to him and kissed her. “We need to take you to town and buy you some dresses.”
“I don’t need to dress fancy. We can buy some yardage and I can make some.”
His hands settled on her hips. “We want to give you the best.”
Jasper agreed, stepping behind her. “Only the best for you.”
“You two aren’t gonna start treating me like some delicate thing now, are you? I’m the same woman I was yesterday.”
Goyo smiled. “But you’re officially our woman, and if we want to spoil you, we will.”
* * * *
They had to ride out to check the herd that morning. In another week they would move them to the lower pasture to graze. By next spring, Jasper and Goyo anticipated at least thirty calves would be born, adding to their numbers.
When they could, they rode three abreast, the men flanking her. “Are you in the mood for a story?” Jasper asked.
From the sad tone of his voice, she suspected he was about to reveal his past.
“If you’re ready to tell it.”
They reached the herd, but Jasper didn’t dismount. He leaned back in his saddle, studying the cattle as they grazed on prairie grass. “Mary and I fell in love young, but I didn’t have anything. I didn’t want to marry her until I knew I could take care of her properly. I worked long and hard. When I was twenty I had enough saved to buy us a small farm. Then I asked her to marry me.
“She was nineteen, and her daddy didn’t want her marrying me. He wanted her to marry some guy from Richmond that she’d never even met before. None of us understood why, he just kept insisting that’s what she would do.”
He chewed on his lip for a moment, but Goyo and Callie didn’t interrupt him. Eventually, he continued. “Finally, Mary’s momma, she helped Mary sneak out one night, and we met up with the preacher in Powhatan. She was a real good woman, smart woman, too. She told me, ‘Jasper, I don’t know what’s going through that fool man’s head, but any mother would be happy to have you as a son-in-law.’ When Mary’s father found out what happened the next morning, he was furious. But by that time we were already back at my farm and properly married.” He sadly smiled. “And had us one right proper wedding night.”
He paused again but didn’t look at them. “He came by a few days later and tried to force her to come back home with him, and she flat-out refused. I’ll never forget the fire in her eyes as she stood her ground and ordered him off our land. Our son, Joshua, was born a little over nine months after we got married. Mary was such a good mother. Her momma would come over during the day when her father was working so she could see the baby. Then we had Sarah about a year later.”
His voice hitched as his eyes misted. “We had several good years together, even though we didn’t have much to do with her father. One day I was out, and this man stopped by our house looking for me. Told Mary he needed to talk to me but didn’t say about what. She didn’t like the looks of him and ordered him off our land. When he refused, she showed him the business end of a rifle. Turns out her father owed him a lot of money. Gambling debts. Her father had a love of cards no one knew about, and he had promised this guy he
could marry her to clear his debts. He was the one her father had wanted her to marry.”
One of Jasper’s hands rested on the saddle horn and tightly gripped it, his knuckles turning white. “He demanded money, or he said he’d get his revenge. He killed her father three days later, then he showed up at our place again. I had been over at the neighbor’s with the sheriff and a posse, organizing a search party for the bastard. We stopped by my place, and the son of a bitch had barricaded them inside and lit fires at the doors and windows.”
His gaze dropped to the ground as his voice grew hoarse. “We tried to get in to them. They were in there screaming and I burned my hands trying to rescue them.” He broke down sobbing. “They finally had to pull me back away from the flames. Held me down as my family burned to death, and we couldn’t do nothing to save them.”
He took a moment to regain his composure, wiping the tears from his face. “I knew what that bastard looked like. The sheriff deputized me, and I went after that son of a bitch. I’ve never been a violent man, but when I tracked him down I ordered him to turn around, and I made him drop to his knees and beg for his life the way they begged for theirs. I tortured him for a while before I put the end of my gun in his mouth and blew the back of his head out.”
Silence settled over them, nothing but the sound of the morning breeze rustling the pine trees and the cattle grazing. “I didn’t have the heart to rebuild. I sold my farm and took that money and the bounty I earned from tracking him down and left Virginia for good. I ended up in St. Augustine and decided that was as good a place as any to die. So I started getting drunk.” He looked up, his eyes red from crying, and met Goyo’s gaze.
“That’s when we met,” Goyo softly said, picking up the thread of the narrative. “I was in the saloon having a drink, and he came in and started drinking like a man trying to die. I started talking to him a little, but I could tell he had other things on his mind. So I watched him. When he left, I followed him. He walked behind the building and pulled out his gun. When he dropped to his knees, I realized what he planned to do and grabbed the gun from him before he could shoot himself. I had to hit him, knock him out. He’d got so drunk, he passed right out. I worried I’d killed him at first. I have to admit that’s another reason I took him back to my room, to make sure he wasn’t dead.”
He laughed. “Although if I had killed him, I’m not sure what I would’ve done with him then.” He pushed his hat back and winked at her. “He was just flat-out too handsome to let him go ruining his face with a bullet. I carried him back to my room and sat with him until he woke up and he told me what happened.”
“Why?” she asked. “Not that I’m complaining, but if he was a perfect stranger, what drew you to him? Why’d you follow him?”
His face reddened, and she knew it wasn’t from the sun. His gaze dropped to the ground, and he looked bashful. “I noticed him when he first walked in because I liked the way he looked. It’s not always easy to find a man who wants you back, and I didn’t even know if he would. So I thought maybe if he got drunk I might be able to talk him into going home with me. I just never thought it’d be like that.”
She looked at Jasper. “But you were married before.”
He nodded. “I didn’t want to stop getting drunk at first. It took Goyo a while to talk me out of wanting to kill myself. He got me a job where he worked so he could keep an eye on me. And by the time I quit drinking and sobered up a few weeks later, I realized I didn’t want to be with another woman. If my soul was damned for taking another life, what difference did it make if I loved a man or not? He was the only thing that made my soul quit hurting. I didn’t want to let him go, no matter what.”
She looked at him in shock. “You can’t honestly think you did anything wrong by killing that man?”
He shrugged. “I’m not proud of what I did. He wasn’t exactly a man before I killed him. Not after I cut his balls and dick off.”
She felt a little sick. She couldn’t imagine her sweet and gentle Jasper doing anything like that. She looked at Goyo, who sadly nodded.
“I know you don’t know much about Florida,” he continued, “but my mother came here from Germany when she was a teenager. Her family died on the voyage over. She was the only one from her family who made it off the boat alive. She married an older man who was a Seminole Indian, but he died when she was pregnant with me. She went to work for the local priest, and her best friend, my abuela, she was a Cuban Negress. She took me in after my mother died giving birth to me. Abuela raised me as half-Cuban, not half-Seminole. She told me the truth about my father before she died when I was ten, then I fought my way through the orphanage until I was old enough to get out on my own.”
Goyo swung off his horse and walked over to her. He looked up into her face and she read the caution guarding his emotions. “You sorry you hooked up with us now?” Jasper dismounted, but didn’t walk over to her.
She jumped off her horse and threw her arms around Goyo and kissed him. “No, I’m not sorry. I love both of you.” She turned to where Jasper still stood apart from them. She handed her reins to Goyo and walked over to Jasper, where she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. “You’re a good man,” she insisted. “You’ve got a good heart. I’m proud to be your wife.”
Callie couldn’t miss the pain in his eyes. “I’d understand if you didn’t want to be with us now,” he softly said.
“Are you even listening to me, Jasper Collins?” She wouldn’t let go of his chin. “You are stuck with me till death do us part. I meant my vows. Did you mean yours?”
He looked shocked. “Of course I did!”
“Do you love me?”
“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”
Goyo laughed. “Thank God! I finally have someone to help me beat sense into that thick brain of yours, Jaz,” he teased. “Someone who will help me convince you you’re not a bad man.”
Callie let go of Jasper’s chin and poked him in the chest. “And I don’t care what any preacher man says, the way you two love each other, that can’t be wrong. We can all be damned together if that’s the case, because I won’t give up either of you, and I don’t want you to stop loving each other.”
She slipped her arms around him and kissed him again until he finally responded. “Like you told me,” she said when he lifted his lips from hers, “we’ll just carve out our own little slice of Heaven right here, the three of us together.”
* * * *
After a long, hot day of chores, it felt good to return to the spring to clean up. She left her clothes on the bank and slipped into the clear spring water. Jasper and Goyo joined her and caught her in the middle of the spring where it was deeper than she could stand.
“We’ve got you trapped, mami,” Goyo teased as his arms snaked around her waist. “You got nowhere to go.”
She felt his hard cock pressing against the seam of her ass. She wanted to do that again, have both of them take her, just not right that moment. Her thighs and other parts still felt comfortably sore from the evening before, combined with a day of being on horseback. “Take it easy on me this evening, boys,” she warned. “You’ll plumb wear me out.”
Jasper grinned. “We a little too much for you?”
“Nothing I can’t get used to.” She leaned back in the water, letting Goyo support her while Jasper moved between her legs.
The men drifted back into the shallows where they could stand. Jasper bent his head to her left breast and grazed her nipple, which had already hardened in the cool water, with his teeth.
Callie moaned. “Don’t stop,” she whispered as her fingers tangled in his shaggy hair.
“He’s not gonna stop,” Goyo said, sounding amused. “And neither will I when I get my chance.”
Jasper alternated between her breasts, back and forth until every touch had her aching and burning for more.
“Please!” she begged. “Don’t tease me!”
He took her from Goyo, his hands reachin
g around to cup her breasts, plucking at her nipples. “You first,” he said, his voice husky. “It’s only fair.”
“Ah, papi, you take good care of me.” He leaned in and kissed her, his hunger reaching through her body and pulling more pleasant aches from inside her until she thought her body would split at the seams. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he lined his stiff cock up with her pussy and plunged hard and deep inside her.
Callie’s head lolled against Jasper’s shoulder as she thrust her hips in time with Goyo’s strokes. “Yes!” she cried, aching, needing him, her body racing toward climax as his cock perfectly slid along her clit with every stroke.
“Come for me, baby. Squeeze my cock.”
Her release surged through her as her muscles clamped down on him and she cried out. “Yes! God, yes!”
Jasper held her tightly pressed against him as her body shuddered in his arms. “Fuck her hard, man. Let me hear you come.”
Goyo’s eyes dropped closed as he fucked her, the heat of his body reaching her even through the cool spring water, until she felt him throb inside her as his seed flooded her body. “Ai! Oh, fuck yes!”
Goyo’s head ended up resting on Jasper’s other shoulder as his breath brushed over her shoulder. They stood there for a moment, still and recovering, as silence descended around them. Goyo nipped her shoulder.
“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned. “I can’t hold back when I take you.”
“My turn,” Jasper said, pulling her away from him and moving to the edge of the spring. He lay back against the sand and pulled her onto his hips, sinking his cock inside her. “Ride my cock, baby. I want to watch you when you come.”
She already felt wrung out. “I don’t know if I can,” she weakly protested.
His hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her sensitive nipples. “Try.”
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