Goyo knelt behind her and reached around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. “I’ll help you, baby.” He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her ear. “I’ll help you real good.”
She relaxed against him even as she rolled her hips, taking Jasper’s cock deep within her. Sure enough, Goyo’s talented fingers soon had her squirming and growing close to release.
“Fuck her good, papi,” Goyo warned. “She’s almost there.”
Jasper’s hands dropped to her hips. His fingers dug in as he thrust hard and fast into her. Goyo’s fingers worked her clit faster until her body gave in and climaxed, shattering apart in that sweet way she was quickly coming to crave with them. Her back arched as her pussy throbbed around Jasper’s stiff cock.
“Oh, man!” Jasper gasped, his own orgasm soon following. “Take me, baby!”
With one last thrust he came, adding his seed to Goyo’s. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him while Goyo sat back on his heels and chuckled.
“I have a feeling she’s gonna need a nap before tonight.”
Without opening her eyes, she shook her head. “I need more than a nap. I could go to sleep right now and sleep all night.”
Jasper’s fingers gently brushed through her hair. “How we gonna play with you if you’re asleep, baby?” he teased.
She poked him in the ribs. “You’re not. You’re gonna let me sleep or I’ll get really grouchy.”
Both men laughed. “Well, it didn’t take her long to set us straight about who’s boss around here, did it, papi?” Goyo said.
“I don’t want it any other way,” Jasper assured him.
Chapter Nine
Three weeks after they married, the bank repossessed the ranch on the other side of them. Jasper and Goyo returned from a supply trip to Sarasota talking about it. As she dished out their dinner, she listened to their conversation while they tried to figure a way to purchase it.
Goyo shook his head and leaned back in his chair after the men had tossed several ideas back and forth. “No, papi. I don’t see how we can do it. It would mean spending all our savings. Sure we can afford it, but what happens if we need money and it’s all tied up in land? We wouldn’t be getting any cattle from that deal.”
She sat across from Jasper. “How much do you need?”
“The bank wants two hundred dollars for it,” Jasper said, “free and clear, no mortgage. That pays off the back taxes and the existing mortgage. It’s just land, no cattle, and barely a house. It’s just a shack. Couldn’t even rent it out for anything. Not much of a barn, either.”
She thought about the jewelry hidden in the cloth belt. Goyo had built a hiding place into the wardrobe for her to store it.
“We could sell my jewelry,” she suggested.
Jasper shook his head. “No, sweetie. I appreciate it, but I’m not asking you to do that. Besides, I don’t want that son of a bitch to come looking for you if he finds it.”
“I wouldn’t have to sell all of it, just some of it. And I have fifteen dollars still that I took from him.”
Goyo reached for her hand and kissed it. “No, mami. Papi’s right. Besides, if we can’t afford it now, it’s best we let it be. We’re doing well as it is.” She loved how Goyo called them that all the time now. Mami and papi.
“Don’t I get a say? I thought we were all equals in this. That’s what y’all told me.”
The men exchanged a glance. “Sweetheart, I don’t feel right making you sell your jewelry,” Jasper protested. “We can take care of our wife.”
“I know you can. But it doesn’t hurt to see how much it’d fetch us, right?”
“She’s not giving up,” Goyo said.
“No, I’m not giving up. We can go to Tampa. Surely they’d have someplace there that would buy it for a fair price. I didn’t spend much time there, but it was a fairly large town.”
A week later, Callie and Jasper took a stage to Tampa. They paid a neighbor boy to come over and help Goyo with chores while they were gone. “Charlie” had to go take care of family business, or so they explained to everyone so that his absence wouldn’t look suspicious.
After stepping from the stage at the Tampa depot, they received directions and got a hotel room where they freshened up before dinner. Sarasota was a tiny town compared to Tampa. While she finished her ablutions, Jasper went downstairs and talked to the desk clerk for a few minutes. When he returned, he carried a piece of paper.
“There’s a jeweler just two blocks away,” he said. “The clerk said he’s a good man, honest and fair.” He looked into her eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“It’d be awful foolish to come all this way and not do it, don’t you think?”
“Callie, that’s not what I meant.”
She grasped his hands in hers. “I know what you meant,” she softly assured him. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. What on earth will I do with some of that stuff? My momma never wore most of it, and what I feel most strongly about, her wedding rings, we’ve put them to good use.” She slipped her arms around his waist and enjoyed the feel of being in his embrace. “I think it’s a good investment. We’ll only sell what we need to sell. That way if we ever have a problem later, we can sell more if we have to. A little nest egg in case of emergencies.”
He pressed his face into her hair. “How’d we get so lucky?” he murmured. “How’d we ever find a woman like you, so loving and understanding and with a heart as big as the Gulf of Mexico?”
“I blew in on a storm,” she joked.
After dinner, they returned to their room. She let Jasper coax her to bed, where she lay in his arms as her fingers brushed along his chest, toying with the curly hair that dusted his chest. The men were vastly different in temperament and body. Goyo had just the barest traces of hair on his chest, his smooth, firm skin always hot to the touch. Jasper’s body, while strong and hard, always felt cooler to her, softer in some ways.
“You seem troubled, wife.”
She rolled on top of him. “We’re a body short in bed.” She rested her chin on top of her hands and started to say something else when a long yawn escaped her. “Excuse me.”
He chuckled. “I miss him, too. I suppose not many men wish there was a second man with them on their honeymoon.” He brushed a stray hair from her forehead. It was already starting to grow out, although it would take another few months to reach her shoulders, at least.
“Honeymoon, hmm? I didn’t think about it like that.”
He pulled her against his side, nestling her in the crook of his arm. “Why don’t we rest up tonight? Just go to sleep. That was a long ride today, and I for one am bushed.”
She nodded and soon felt herself drifting off to sleep.
* * * *
Jasper studied her while she slept in his arms. Their beautiful wife. He couldn’t think of her in any other terms than that. She didn’t—couldn’t—belong only to him. It’d been years since he and Goyo had spent a night apart.
He didn’t like it, not even with her cradled against him.
Goyo took away his nightmares. He always wrapped his strong arms around him and held him tightly pressed to his body, rocking him, soothing him back to sleep with softly sung Spanish lullabies and gently whispered words.
Although the nightmares didn’t happen nearly as often as they once used to. Which was why he’d turned to drink in the first place, as a way to sink into blissfully dark oblivion without their screams chasing him through the night.
He nuzzled Callie’s forehead with his lips. He did love her, despite how short a time they’d known her. He never expected to be with a woman again, thought his entire life would be spent sidestepping innuendo and rumors about him and Goyo.
And that Goyo loved her as much as he did, that had to be God’s hand on their life, right? Not that he’d ever been a religious man, and Goyo only invoked the Pope when he needed to guilt him into not killing himself in the early days.
He tried closing his eyes, worried what
would come to him in the night, afraid he’d wake her with his screams without Goyo’s solid body there to anchor him to the present. But he soon found himself in their small room in the boarding house in St. Augustine. After Goyo had saved him, he’d had their room changed to one with two beds, but it didn’t take long for Goyo to talk him into using only one of them.
The first time occurred when Goyo refused to let him get drunk one night and forced him to stay home. When he awoke screaming and crying from the dreams, there was Goyo, holding him, whispering to him, reassuring him until he cried himself back to sleep in his arms. Repeated every night until the dreams grew less and less frequent, and then came the night when he realized that firm length pressed against his ass was Goyo’s excited cock.
And then he rolled over to face him and let Goyo suck his cock, sending him straight into a deep, dreamless sleep he didn’t awaken from until the next morning.
Goyo’s playful smile the next morning was the first thing to make him smile since Mary and the babies had died. “Ai, papi, good dreams?”
He’d nodded before he rolled on top of Goyo and kissed him, hard, wanting that brief bliss back. This time he got it as well as learned how to reciprocate, sucking Goyo’s cock and realizing it felt right loving him like that. That next night after dinner, they’d walked down to the beach together to assure they were alone, and that’s where they fucked for the first time, under a vast blanket of stars while a cool Atlantic breeze kissed their skins.
He wanted Goyo. Wanting it every night with him, that hard, passionate loving Goyo could give him so well, whether it was his hot mouth sucking his cock or fucking his ass, Jasper didn’t care. All he cared about was the respite from his grief, until one day he woke up next to Goyo and stared down at his still-sleeping face and realized he loved Goyo as hard and deeply as he’d loved Mary, down through his very soul. How and when it had happened exactly, he couldn’t tell. All he knew was no way in hell would he ever let go of Goyo.
* * * *
The next morning after breakfast, they found the store and talked with Mr. Jules Brenner about Callie’s jewelry. Altogether, the pieces were worth over five hundred dollars. Jasper refused to let her sell more than what they needed, and after parting with three of the pieces, they ended up with one hundred and eighty dollars.
“I think my momma would definitely approve of this,” Callie assured Jasper. “It’s not like we’re frittering it away on something foolish.”
Mr. Brenner paid them out the money. “What’s it for, anyway?”
She smiled as she looked up at Jasper. “It’s to make our little corner of Heaven just a wee bit bigger.” When the jeweler looked confused, Jasper laughed.
“We’re buying a neighbor’s ranch down in Sarasota,” he explained. “Expanding ours.”
“Ah. Smart man. Land is always a good investment.”
There wouldn’t be another stage to Sarasota until the next day. Jasper took Callie shopping while they were in town, made her buy two new dresses. She picked modest ones that weren’t expensive, and several yards of pretty calico and thread to match to sew her own. Later, curled up together in their hotel room that evening, it felt odd not having Goyo’s solid presence on her other side in bed.
She cuddled close to Jasper. “If this is a honeymoon, I’m afraid I’m not enjoying it much. I miss him.”
He kissed her forehead. “I miss him, too.”
“I know. You were restless last night.”
His body tensed. “I was?”
“You called out for him.”
“That’s all?”
“What do you mean?”
Hell, she was his wife. Eventually he would have a nightmare with her in bed with him. “Sometimes I have nightmares still.”
She grinned. “This didn’t sound like a nightmare. Your cock was hard, and you started humping against me.”
His face reddened. “Sorry. I didn’t realize.”
She laid her palm against his cheek. “I think it’s cute.” She studied his face. “Promise me something, Jasper Collins.”
He nodded.
“Promise me you won’t ever quit loving him as hard as you already do?”
He kissed her as he rolled on top of her. “That’s a promise I’ll have no problem keeping.”
She spread her legs for him, using her hips to nudge him into place until his stiff member slid home inside her. She sighed, content. She loved the feeling her men inside her, especially so when it was both of them at the same time. That wicked experience she’d quickly learned to crave, able to give over to pure passion as their hands and cocks took total control of her body and brought her to heights of ecstasy she never dreamed possible.
He slowly stoked his member inside her as she tipped her hips to give him better access. The hair on his chest rubbed against her nipples, pleasantly chafing them in a way that made her entire body crave more of him.
“Come for me like this, baby,” he whispered as he maintained a slow, steady rhythm. “I want to hear you come for me.”
She hooked her legs around his, her heels digging into his firm ass as her body melded to his. Her clit throbbed as his body rasped against it, a sensuous slide of his flesh over hers. She stared up into his sweet eyes as he watched her face. He was always more serious during their lovemaking than Goyo, who tended toward playful and teasing, whether with her or with him.
Her palms slipped over his chest as she felt her climb start. She finally held on to his arms, thrusting with him, harder, faster, until that sweet explosion shattered her core and he muffled her loud cries with his mouth, swallowing every moan until he added his own and filled her with his hot seed.
She wrapped her arms around him as he dropped his forehead to her chest and lay there quietly for a moment. Stroking her fingers up and down his spine, she let out a content sigh.
He softly chuckled. “Good?”
“Always.”
He kissed the valley between her breasts before he lifted himself off her and lay next to her to cool off for a moment in the warm night. Then he gathered her into his arms. “Promise me something, Callie Collins.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll never stop loving him as hard as you love me.”
She smiled in the dark and cuddled even closer. “I’ll never stop loving either one of you. Try and stop me.”
Chapter Ten
It was late afternoon when they stepped off the stage in Sarasota. The bank lay only three blocks from the depot, and within an hour they’d signed the paperwork making the ranch theirs.
The banker had his driver take them home, saving them the trouble of hiring a carriage. Callie felt more than a little relief when they pulled into their yard. It felt good to be home.
She ran into the barn looking for Goyo but didn’t see him. One of the cow ponies was missing from the corral. She’d have to wait until his return to tell him the good news.
Despite Jasper’s teasing to stay in the dress, she changed into trousers. Truth be told, it might not be very ladylike, but she preferred them to the hot dresses. She had dinner cooking when she heard hoof beats approaching the house and the barking of the dogs. By the time she flew out the front door to greet Goyo, he was already racing up the front steps.
He picked her up and swung her around before planting a deep kiss on her lips. “I missed you so much. I hate being here alone. It’s not the same without you both.”
Jasper walked over from the barn. “You miss me, too?”
He grabbed the front of Jasper’s shirt and pulled him close to kiss him. “You’d better believe it.”
She could barely keep Goyo’s eager hands and lips off her long enough for them to explain they now owned three hundred acres of land.
“Thank God!” he exclaimed with a smile. “I can quit worrying about that blasted fence now. There was another break today, another deadfall.” He picked her up, making her put her legs around him. He was fumbling open her trousers even as h
e carried her into the bedroom and unfastened his fly. He pulled her trousers down and off her before plunging inside her as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Ai,” he whispered against her throat, “there’s my baby.” He nipped her, sending tingles down her body as he fucked her hard and fast. “I can’t hold back, I need you. I’ll make it up to you.” Standing like that, with his hands holding her ass, there was nothing calm or easy about him as he surged inside her.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back, giving him better access to her throat. He liked to nip love bites across her flesh. She loved the sensation. He didn’t disappoint, practically growling against her flesh as he fucked her.
From somewhere on the other side of the bed, Jasper laughed. She never heard him come in. “You are horny, Goyo.”
“Damn right, papi.” He sucked on her chin. “You both go away and leave me alone, and you know the Pope says self-pleasuring is a sin.”
That was enough to make her laugh and open her eyes. “You are so full of malarkey.”
His blue eyes playfully twinkled. “Well, I didn’t say I always followed that rule. But I kept myself plenty horny thinking about what I’d get to do with the two of you home.” He thrust even harder than before, finally climaxing with his teeth gripping the slope of her neck where it curved into her shoulder. As he relaxed, he laid her back on the bed and kissed and licked at her flesh.
“Feeling better?” she asked.
He sighed. “In your arms I feel fantastic, mami.” He waved Jasper over to him and kissed him, long and hard “Now you, papi. I need you.”
Jasper grinned. “You greedy thing. You just got laid.”
“I want to taste you. Get your ass up here.”
Jasper shucked his clothes and climbed into bed with them. Callie moved over so he was in the middle. His cock had grown hard, and Goyo stroked it. “That’s what I wanted to see.” Goyo leaned over Jasper and licked the head of his lover’s cock.
Callie’s heart raced, turned on by the sight. She loved watching them make love to each other, the raw, rough, hard loving and the tender, sweet caresses. She leaned in too, reaching down and palming Jasper’s sac as she kissed him.
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