The Badger City Gang [Bride Train 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  “How am I going to dress without you three watching me?”

  “We could turn our backs,” suggested Gideon.

  “But I want to watch,” said Rusty, pushing the limits as always.

  She pursed her lips and twisted them to one side as she looked from Zach, to Rusty, to Gideon. He could see her thinking.

  “I could wrap this quilt around me and go upstairs to change.”

  Rusty winced at her threat. “Dang, I told you Kate was smart.”

  Kate put up a bold front, but Gideon felt her trembling. Did she know how much rested on her decision?

  “It’s up to you, Kate,” said Gideon quietly.

  Zach rocked back on his heels and crossed his arms. He lifted one eyebrow like Pa used to do when putting them between a rock and a hard place.

  “You want to play the prissy Eastern miss, Kate? Or do you want to be accepted as a strong woman who knows what she wants and makes sure she gets it?”

  Chapter 11

  Kate stared back at Zach. How she reacted to his challenge would set how they treated her for the rest of her visit. She was either a miss, or a woman.

  She’d just lost her mother, been thrown out of her family and home, and forced onto a train to spend agonizing days and nights with horrid strangers. In the last few days she’d been almost bitten by a rattler and then kissed by a stranger who had turned into a bandit and snatched her from the Bride Train.

  Rusty’s kiss when they stopped for dinner had rocked her world. Her decision to remove everything but her top layer had kept her arousal growing. Their kisses after supper, the feel of Rusty’s hard cock through his pants and his need for release had been the last straw. Seeing how he trembled for her touch, how he strained not to push her, had turned her into a wanton woman. She’d thrown open her blouse and demanded they touch her. And they’d done so much more than touch!

  She blushed, remembering what she’d done that night. She could tell herself she was half asleep when Gideon’s hand crept under the quilt and onto her breast just now, but it was a lie.

  The power she had held over Rusty and Zach that first night had transformed her. She’d seen respect in their eyes for things that Eastern men would condemn. She’d earned her place riding with them. This was her chance to prove she was worthy.

  Not to them, but to herself.

  Three big, strong, men stared at her. Muscular, shirtless, and aroused, they looked nothing like the socially accepted beaus her sisters brought home. These men were sure enough in themselves to let her be strong, because they were even stronger.

  They wanted her and had no problem showing how much. Even if they could hide the lust in their eyes, they couldn’t hide their hard cocks. They wanted her any way they could have her. And she was the only one to say yea, or nay.

  Rusty’s nostrils flared as he stared at her. A vein throbbed on the side of Gideon’s tense neck. Zach’s hands fisted at his sides as if fighting not to reach for her.

  Her decision was easy.

  She held the quilt against her body and rose to kneel on the bed. The soft cotton rubbed against her swollen breasts and erect nipples, making them ache even more. Her pussy throbbed, craving their lips, tongues, fingers, and cocks.

  “I’ve changed my mind,” she said. Though she tried to sound calm and determined her voice had a breathiness that should have given away her intent. She dropped the quilt.

  Rusty shoved his pants down his legs, kicked them off, and headed straight for her. Zach wasn’t far behind. Gideon, however, didn’t move.

  “You don’t have to do this just because we want you, Kate.” Sweet Gideon croaked the words. He kept his eyes on hers rather than her naked body.

  Rusty and Zach waited for her answer at the edge of the bed. They respected her. Though one could easily overpower her, they waited for her to speak. She looked at their thick cocks. They twitched, perhaps throbbing in time with their heartbeats. She remembered their taste. Water beaded their hair and skin, as if they’d had a thorough wash. They’d also cut their hair and shaved while she slept.

  “Look all you like, sugar,” said Rusty in a slow drawl. His nostrils flared like a stallion near a mare in heat.

  Zach chuckled. “Take your time. We’re not going anywhere.”

  Kate put her palms on her belly, fingers spread wide. She brought her left hand, ever so slowly, up to cup her breast. Three deep groans echoed through the cabin. She walked the fingers of her right hand down to her curls. Using her first finger, she drew circles around her clit. It felt good, but she wanted other hands, and tongues, touching her.

  A drop dangled at the end of Rusty’s cock. She licked her lips in anticipation of his taste.

  “Two breasts and one pussy makes three,” croaked Zach. “You’ve got three men ready and willing to make you forget everything else. You want us?”

  His voice broke on the last word. There was no doubt that they wanted her, badly. But they waited for her, a mere woman. She lifted her hands away from her body and held them out wide, ready to embrace them all.

  “Yes!”

  Zach and Rusty lifted her from her knees. Gideon rushed to mound up the quilt. They laid her on her stomach. Zach and Rusty arranged her, legs wide apart, as Gideon scuffled out of his clothes.

  “I thought you were going to kiss my front,” she said. It was a comment more than a complaint. They wanted to see, and touch, the part without her breasts?

  “Gotta check out that sunburn and saddle sores,” said Zach, panting. “Close your eyes and relax.” He brushed kisses over her back.

  The bed shook when Gideon climbed on, even more when Rusty joined in.

  “Dayam, look at that peach of an ass.”

  She recognized Rusty’s Texan drawl. It made her quiver even though she was sure he put it on as an act. She tensed when a set of hands touched her buttocks, relaxing when she heard a deep chuckle. Two mouths kissed her shoulders. The hands on her bottom spread her cheeks wide.

  “Aw, sugar, you’ve got sores the size of a two-bit piece. I’m gonna kiss ’em better.”

  Kisses, there?

  Oh, yes! And fingers below, sliding between her pussy lips. She exhaled, letting go of everything but their touch.

  * * * *

  Zach nudged Rusty out of the way to let Gideon touch Kate. His little brother looked like he’d died and gone to heaven. His eyes were wide to take in every part of Kate at once. An eager grin nearly split his face.

  His kissed the two red spots on her inner cheeks where riding for a good chunk of two days had chaffed her skin. If she had a skinny ass, there would have been little flesh to rub. Instead, her cheeks were big enough to fill his hands. Just like Gideon was doing now as he spread them apart.

  She jerked when Gideon kissed each sore, relaxing when he tenderly moved down to her asshole. He played her with his tongue, flicking that tight bud to get her attention. Considering how she grabbed the quilt with both hands, Zach figured the boy was a natural. At Gideon’s gesture, Zach helped him roll Kate onto her back. Because she lay on the bunched-up quilt, her mound was the highest part of her.

  “Hold up her legs,” ordered Gideon.

  Zach grasped her left leg, leaning her knee over his shoulder. Rusty did the same with her right. That opened her up wide to their view and Gideon’s busy mouth and fingers. Her pussy lips were rosy, all plumped up and wet at the attention. He inhaled her aroma, sweet and tangy.

  They couldn’t let her breasts just sit there unattended, so he caressed the closest while Rusty took over the other. She pressed down on their shoulders to lift her ass, groaning at whatever Gideon was doing. She gasped, arching, and then fell to the bed like a limp rag.

  “Dang, Gideon,” said Rusty, “you must be a quick learner to make Kate explode like that so fast.”

  Gideon pulled back, his face shiny with Kate’s juices. Zach hadn’t thought it possible, but his grin was even wider. His cock was thicker, too, rising toward his belly.

  “Your
turn to taste her,” he said, panting.

  He backed away, chest heaving. Rusty eagerly took his place. Zach shook his head in amazement at his little brother’s control. He makes his first woman come with his mouth and doesn’t fill her pussy with his cock the second she erupts? That meant he and Rusty could also taste her. His cousin had her groaning again in a few minutes, then Rusty gestured for Zach to have a turn.

  He flattened the quilt under Kate and shifted her so her ass was at the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor and set her heels by her hips. That opened her wide. Swollen dark-pink flesh begged to be touched, to be tasted. He licked between them, and sweet musk flowed over his tongue.

  A deep groan made him raise his eyes. Kate, bless her horny little soul, had her fist wrapped around Gideon’s cock. Her fingers couldn’t touch her thumb, but that didn’t stop her bringing it to her mouth. Rusty crouched on her other side, concentrating on her breasts.

  Knowing she was fully occupied, Zach continued his self-appointed task. He was going to have her screaming his name. He’d better be quick, because the way Kate’s tongue flicked over the bulbous head of Gideon’s cock it wouldn’t be long before his brother was a goner.

  Zach concentrated on her clit, that tiny bud that tried to hide in her dark brown curls. It was already swollen, so he was careful to encourage, not overwork the lady.

  She was so sweet, so juicy, so damn much a woman!

  Zach licked her, but let his finger follow the wet trail all the way to her ass. He pressed his smallest finger against her tight hole. She twitched. He swirled it around and barely breached it. She gasped and her thighs clamped around his ears. He chuckled. Oh yeah, the lady was interested in fun with her ass, all right.

  “God, Kate, that feels so good.” Gideon groaned in eagerness.

  Zach looked up to check the situation. Kate had her lips curled back, baring her teeth. She slid Gideon’s cock between them, lightly scraping. Seeing her like that, imagining his cock there, damn near made him erupt. He worked harder at her clit, pressing and flicking with his tongue.

  “Better get where the action is, Gideon,” warned Rusty. “The lady’s gonna blow sky-high any minute.”

  Kate released Gideon’s cock at Rusty’s warning. Gideon scrambled off the bed to stand behind Zach, ready and eager. Rusty’s hands covered both of Kate’s breasts. He nodded to Zach. Rusty pinched her nipples, Zach nibbled her clit, and he pressed his finger into her ass to the first knuckle.

  Kate groaned, bucking to push him in more. Zach moved to the side. His place was immediately taken by Gideon. Zach watched Gideon’s cock slowly slide into Kate’s pussy, right to the hilt. Gideon, eyes wide with wonder, shuddered and groaned. She crossed her ankles behind his back and pulled him close. He stroked, staring at her with a smile wide enough to break his face.

  Zach took over one of Kate’s breasts. She made little noises in the back of her throat, whimpers and half-formed pleas. She froze on a gasp, cried “yes,” and Gideon sent her over the edge with his own orgasm. Zach had to fight not to join them.

  Gideon collapsed onto his elbows with his head resting on Kate, both of them panting. Zach leaned over and kissed Kate’s nose. Her warm brown eyes flickered open. She gave a smile of complete contentment.

  “Welcome home,” he said.

  He couldn’t stay in the room and not beg her to take him into her sweet body. He carefully got off the bed, making sure his cock didn’t scrape along the sheets. That slight touch could set him off, he was so needy. He padded across the floor and looked out the window, checking the angle of the sun. If he couldn’t come, then neither could the others.

  “All right, boys, get your asses out of bed. There’s chores to be done before supper.”

  Chapter 12

  Kate stretched languorously after the door closed behind Zach. Rusty had brought in a deer haunch for her to cook for supper. Gideon had made sure the water reservoir and wood box were full. Zach got the stove going and put a full kettle of water on to boil for coffee. The whole time she’d lain in bed and watched them work. She wasn’t used to men being thoughtful, but thoroughly enjoyed it. When she was sure they were gone she rolled out of bed and looked around.

  Instead of a multi-room, two-story house with servants, she was in a one-room cabin with squared log walls. Thin strips of wood covered the joins, filling any gaps. In addition to the few pieces of furniture, a couple of shelves ran along the back wall under the stairs. They were mostly empty.

  It wasn’t much, but it belonged to three caring men instead of one who gave only cold looks and icy threats. This was now her domain. She would take care of the cabin and three men and they would take care of her.

  Three giant, strong, arousing men. Any one of them could take Father, or any of the men she’d met in his house, with one hand in their pocket.

  She looked longingly at her carpetbag but left it closed. She couldn’t put on clean clothes until she had a chance to bathe. Should she put on the same dress she’d worn since leaving home, or wash now? Feeling terribly wicked, and loving it, she walked naked across the scuffed wood floor to the stove. The kettle of water was still chilly, but it would do. She found a sliver of yellow soap and set to work.

  An hour later, wearing only shoes, stockings, and her clean cotton dress, she felt in control of herself and her life. Her dirty clothes were soaking, coffee was ready, and supper well on the way. For once, what she ate was her decision to make. It was also her chore to do, but that was fine. She was working in her kitchen, in her home. It might be temporary, but while she was here she was the queen.

  Potatoes and onions were easy to find in bins along the north wall. The potatoes were new, so she put them on to boil without peeling them. A jar of pickled vegetables would spice things up. She browned cubes of venison in a scoop of lard then added sliced onions. When they were transparent, she added half the jar of pickles and let it simmer.

  She could find very little other than staples, and they were running low on those. She climbed the stairs to the loft hoping to find a barrel of dried apples or such. But there was nothing but dust filling the cracks between the rough boards. The three men must have arrived with little more than the clothes on their backs.

  The men were so tall that they would have to crouch in the loft, even at the highest point. There were bound to be times when she wanted to be by herself, and this would be perfect. The space would also do to store light, bulky things that needed to be kept dry. Strands of garlic twists, for instance. She wrinkled her nose. Maybe that wouldn’t do if she wanted to sleep here.

  Kate returned to the stove and the frugal meal. She had little to offer but her ability to work and plan. And entertain the men. A flush rose up her body at the thought of what might happen that evening. She thrust it away before her imagination ran away with her lust. They wanted a strong worker and a willing bed partner. She could be both for now.

  She took advantage of the solitude and stepped outside. Small sets of mountains rose to both the north and south, creating a horseshoe-shaped valley. She couldn’t see the road Zach said was on the north side of the ranch because of rolling hills between the cabin and floor of the valley. He had said there was a town somewhere down there as well. There were few trees near the cabin, just large shrubs growing where they could find a roothold.

  She put her hand over her eyes to look west, into the sun. There had to be a spring, and hopefully a springhouse, somewhere near to keep things cold. She didn’t want to go too far without knowing more of the dangers, and the barn blocked her view. The wind whipped toward her, bringing the sound of deep male laughter.

  A wave of heat consumed her. Gideon had gained pleasure from her, but not the other two. Her pussy swelled again, even though it had only been hours since she found rapture with Gideon. If they were to share the one bed tonight, surely at least two McInnes men would want to pleasure her. As she hurried inside, her damp thighs rubbed against her pussy lips, already swollen from eagerness. Her bott
om cheeks rubbed as well, bringing a much less pleasant feeling. The arousal was worth the discomfort.

  By the time the men entered the cabin her stomach was fluttering. They ate quickly, complimenting her and giving heated looks that made her blush. Gideon lit a lantern and hung it over the table before they went out to feed the animals and do whatever evening chores were required. As the cabin had no windows to the west, she needed the light to see.

  She jumped when the door finally opened. Zach carried an extra lantern, which he set on the table with a thump. Her eyes darted to Rusty and Gideon, standing behind him. All three had their feet set and arms crossed. She couldn’t miss the bulges in their pants. Her breath hitched, and her nipples scraped against her dress as they hardened.

  “Come here, Kate.”

  Zach followed his order by crooking his finger at her. He pointed to the table, still a bit damp from her scrubbing. She pressed one hand to her chest and took a step back. It wasn’t that she was afraid of them, not really. But they looked so big, and the intensity reflected in their faces and bodies overwhelmed her. She’d never been faced with so much masculinity in her life. A thrill raced through her, bringing chills and heat in equal measure.

  “Now, Kate.”

  “Why? What do you want?”

  She would not go without a fight even though she knew she’d never be able to overpower one of them, much less three.

  “I want to check your sores.”

  “But they’re on my…” She gulped. Three equally wicked grins appeared.

  “You’re wearing a new dress. I expect that means you washed up some.”

  Zach stated the obvious. She nodded, unable to speak.