by Reece Butler
Unless one of them proposed marriage. After tonight, Jessie was well and truly compromised. She was no longer innocent. He chuckled quietly as he shaved a piece of kindling to catch a spark. Jessie’s demands for fulfillment proved she was more than ready to marry. His respect for Ranger went up a couple notches.
Today was the day Jessie should have turned up at the Bitterroot Ranch, demanding Ranger take her on as full partner. Instead, she was being thoroughly, and delightedly, debauched by three men. How long before Ranger stopped by to find evidence?
Since Ace slept downstairs, and he made it clear that Jessie would share his bed, he would be the one Ranger found if he came sneaking by before they were up. Ace would finally have a purpose for the top hat he’d insisted on carting all this way. He could wear it at his wedding.
Henry let the warmth of the fire seep into him for a moment. He looked around as the last rays of sun faded. They would build a shelter here so they could come in the winter. Tell the others about it and share it as a family resource. Maybe that would make up for taking Jessie before vows were said.
He snorted a laugh and stood up to watch her float, arms and legs wide. Nope. Nothing would make up for that. Nothing but a shotgun wedding as soon as possible. He chuckled as he walked down to the water. He’d have that warm wife heating his bed this winter after all.
She saw him coming and rolled over. She frog-kicked to the far side of the pool, her ass high out of the water.
“I can swim like a fish, so don’t try to escape.” He waded into the water and then ducked as she had. “I wish you’d told us about this weeks ago. My muscles were dang sore.”
“If you weren’t greenhorns, you would have ridden your whole property before Ranger and Patrick delivered your cattle. I shouldn’t have had to tell you about it.”
“You’re right.”
She swirled in the water to face him. “You admit it?”
He nodded and swam toward her. She watched him come. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s the truth. We’ve learned a lot from you over the last three weeks.” He stopped and treaded water a couple feet from her.
“You’re man enough to admit a woman’s right?”
“I’m man enough to do a lot of things.” He moved six inches closer. “When someone is right, it doesn’t matter whether they’re a child, woman or man. Right is right.” Another three inches.
“So you don’t mind that I’m better than you at a lot of things.”
He’d heard that tone from his second oldest sister often enough to know what she meant. She didn’t want to disappear in the woodwork. She wanted to be her own person, and accepted as such.
“The more I learn about ranching, the more I realize how much there is to do, and how difficult it is for only a few people to do it.”
He dropped his voice and came another few inches closer. He could reach her now, but it wasn’t yet time.
“You are smart as well as intelligent and educated. In London, where there are hundreds of people to talk and amuse oneself with, having a wife interested in the same things is not important. How many men and women live in this valley?”
“When Ben gets here there’ll be twenty-one men and three women.”
“If those twenty-four people are smart, capable, and eager to do well, we will all be better off. Why would I exclude anyone who could add to our community? Especially if one of the women has abilities and strengths that we need, and is eager to help?”
He moved so close her breasts almost brushed his chest.
“Your smarts, ability, and personality attract me, Jessie, but there’s a lot more to you. You’re brave, and resourceful, and funny. I want to stand beside you as you fight, and at the same time, protect you from anything that might harm you.”
She bit her lip as she stared at him. Her chin trembled.
“And you make me so damn hard I want to spread your legs and take you, pounding my cock in you until we both explode. And then I want to do it again.”
She moaned and grabbed him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her, churning his legs to keep both of them upright.
“Turn onto your back so we can get closer to shore,” he said.
She released him and did as he asked. He caught her with his right arm under her breasts, and the two of them kicked toward shore through the steam. When he could reach the sandy bottom, he towed her until the water reached his waist. He released her, turning her chest to his again. He ducked until their faces were at the same level.
“That’s better,” he murmured. He pulled her close. “Miss Jessamine Elliott, I wish to court you, Western style. You have any objections?”
“What’s Western style?” She sounded breathless, as if she’d swum hard for hours.
“We do whatever feels good and damn the consequences.”
A hand grabbed his cock. His mouth went under water, he gasped, and took a mouthful down the wrong pipe. He stood up, choking and laughing. She kept her grip the whole time.
“That what you’re talking about, cowboy?” She laughed as well.
“Damn right,” he replied.
He held her hips for a second and lifted. She knew what he wanted and guided his cock into her heat. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself onto his cock. They both groaned as she wiggled her way until there was no gap between her skin and his.
“I wanted to take hours before we got to this point.” He rested his forehead on hers. “I was going to lick, kiss, and suck every bit of you, making you shake until you demanded that I make you come. Then I’d stop, and start over again.”
“It’s too cold to do that tonight. You’ll just have to show me on a sunny day.”
“Damn right, I will.” He looked up at the sandpit. “The fire looks ready for us.”
“A fire?” She laughed. “I didn’t even notice. That sounds good.”
She opened her ankles and wriggled as if to get free, but one of his hands held her ankles tight behind his back.
“Hold on tight.”
She gripped tighter, squeezing his cock. He gulped and strode through the water. Every step moved his cock inside her. Climbing the rocks was worse, or perhaps he should say better, as her pussy rubbed against him. They laughed as he dried them off and spread out the quilts as best he could with her attached like an erotic limpet. Finally, he went to his knees and gently laid her on her back. Though he wanted to finish the job, he pulled out. His cock felt so hot he was surprised it didn’t steam.
“I want you in me,” she demanded, trying to sit up.
He placed one hand on her ribs and held her down. He gave her the look that made the younger schoolboys follow his orders without question. “Not yet. There’s a certain fresh pussy I want to get acquainted with.” He covered her with a quilt to keep her warm.
“Don’t take too long. I’m getting hungry,” she said.
Her pout challenged him to prove he was better than Ace or Sin. “You’re going to be too busy gasping to think about supper.” He shuffled back and lay down, cupping her butt cheeks in each hand. “I don’t need food when I have you.” He inhaled her perfume and brought his mouth between her legs.
* * * *
Henry slid his hands under her, one on each cheek, and lifted her to his mouth. His slick body felt so good against hers in the water, and his thick cock filled her more than she’d known, but his tongue worked magic.
He attacked her like he did everything, with determination and a bit of fun. She lay sideways to the fire so they could both see each other. He looked up, his laughing eyes barely clearing her curls as he nosed her clit and sucked her lips. She gasped and pressed herself up with her heels to demand more, but he growled a warning as to who was in charge.
His tongue flicked sideways, soft like butterfly wings. He opened his mouth wide and sucked on as much of her as he could, his tongue now like a lance, stabbing into her pussy. He lifted her high and probed her bottom with his tongue. He set her d
own and went on one elbow, curling his fingers into her and up. He found a place that made her shudder.
“Like that, do you?”
“Do it again!”
He did, and she slammed her hands against the quilts. She’d been building since Sin exploded in her, hours before. Henry’s fingers, tongue, and lips brought her so close she could feel the coil about to spring.
“Not yet,” he said, and reared above her. He leaned on his palms, smiling smugly down at her. “Time to taste us.”
She grabbed his ears and pulled him down, kissing him deeply. She tasted nothing different from before, but it was good. He slid his tongue between her top lip and teeth. She went to do the same, but he lifted his head, both of them gasping.
He looked at her intensely, predator to prey, his eyes wide and wild. Without breaking their visual bond, he inserted his cock in her an inch. She tried to grab him with her inner muscles, but he wasn’t far enough in. She lifted her heels and grabbed another few inches. His cock was so wide it stretched her. She didn’t have to squeeze much to grip him. He leaned his weight on her, holding her from controlling his depth.
“You are mine, Jessie Elliott. Mine to take, and mine to share.” His voice shook.
“I’m not yours until you take me, Henry Bennett,” she taunted.
His eyes widened further. He lifted, supporting himself with his left hand. Just enough to slide his right between them and touch her clit. She trembled as he moved it in circles. He balanced on both palms again, high above her, and pulsed. Bit by bit, he filled her to the hilt. She sighed, thinking he’d give her what she needed, but he slowly began pulling out.
She needed to come. Needed so bad she didn’t care what happened.
She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into her as she pushed with her heels and tightened her inner grip on him.
“Not. Yet.” He gasped the words.
His greater strength allowed him to ease backward, that thick, wonderful cock slowly leaving her.
“Now! I want to come now!”
“Not. Until. I say.”
He glared down at her like a gargoyle, his face all screwed up as if in pain. He raised himself on his hands again and slid in. She gasped as his cock rubbed against that spot. He did it again, moving slowly in and out. She pressed her head against the ground, arching her breasts.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
She put one hand on her breast, and the other reached for her clit. She pinched each just the way she liked it, shuddering at how near her orgasm was. Almost crying at how far.
“Now!”
He reared back and slammed deep. Again and again. Nothing mattered but the sensations. Again and again, hard. She opened her eyes. Every time his balls slapped against her, he grunted, rutting like a beast. Those dark eyes, staring into hers, the fire reflecting in them like the bonfires of hell. And still he went on, filling every part of her, mind, body, and soul.
“You’re mine!”
He angled his body to the left and reached between them. She put both hands on her breasts, offering them to him. He touched her clit, and everything came together. She opened her mouth, and he dropped on her, his mouth over hers, his hands on her shoulders as he pumped his hips into her, again and again, as she screamed into his kiss.
Chapter Sixteen
Ranger rode into the Double Diamond yard as the sun rose. He’d expected Jessie to come galloping onto the Bitterroot Ranch the moment three weeks were up, crowing how she’d bested him.
When she didn’t show, Patrick wanted to ride over after supper to make sure she hadn’t taken off, but Ranger said no. He wanted to give Ace enough time to get in trouble. Then he explained that Jessie would never marry unless she roped herself into it. Jessie would have come to them unless she had a very good reason not to.
Or three good reasons.
Ranger quietly dismounted and led his horse into the barn. He smiled at the barn cats staring down at him from the rafters. Trust Jessie to be surrounded by cats. The only loving she’d been able to grasp from the MacDougals was her horse, Nightwind, and feral cats. After that, no wonder she didn’t want to be married.
“Jessie? You up yet?”
He kept his voice low. No answer. He tied his horse and walked to the last stall, where Jessie had made her own nest. His shoulders relaxed when he saw three young cats curled on a blanket. No sister.
Leaving his horse in the barn, he quietly approached the cabin. No smoke, no smell of coffee. He looked in the side window. A rumpled bed with Ace on his back, one arm above his head. The other rested on the naked back of the woman sprawled across his chest.
A woman with short curls of brown hair.
Ranger backed away from the window as if he was sneaking from an enemy. No sound gave him away as he retrieved his horse and headed home. Inside, he yelled in triumph. Whatever Ace and Jessie had done in that bed, or not, she was well and truly compromised. He’d wait a couple of days for Ace to announce the wedding. If nothing happened, he’d tell Trace what he’d seen through the window.
He’d better do it with Beth around, or Trace might take his head off, then come after Ace with a few guns.
For now, he’d keep quiet.
When she left for Virginia, Jessie gave him her most precious possession, her mare Nightwind. He’d wanted to do something to thank her in return. Finding her a husband that suited her, or three in this case, was a suitable payment. She might not appreciate the gesture for a while, however.
* * * *
Jessie dreamed of lips on her breasts. She smiled and skimmed her hand over her belly to the thatch of hair between her legs. She bent one knee and stroked her finger over her clit. Her lover kissed her nose and brushed his lips over hers. His hair tickled her ears. He nipped the side of her throat, right at the tendon. She arched her back. He groaned and suckled her nipple. She moved her legs wider apart, pressing her finger into her pussy.
He pressed her bent knees wide. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted them, tilting her to nuzzle her pussy. He flicked his tongue over her clit. He suckled both nipples.
“Mine,” he whispered from between her legs.
“And mine,” replied a deep voice near her chin.
She opened her eyes. Laughing, light blue eyes with dark rings met hers. One winked. “Good morning,” whispered Sin.
“Damn right it is,” said another voice. She flicked her eyes to the right. Henry winked and caught her nipple with his lips. She looked down to find herself at the edge of the bed. Ace knelt between her thighs at the foot of the bed, his morning beard deliciously rough as he rubbed his chin over her mound.
Heat rose from her thighs, over her belly and chest, all the way to her forehead.
“You’re not turning shy on us, are you?” Sin kept her breast warm with his hand while he talked. “I wouldn’t want this to go to waste.”
She was almost falling off the left edge of the bed. Sin, kneeling on the floor, lifted her left hand and placed it on his hard, hot cock. Her fingers curled around it as if knowing what to do. “That’s it,” he said. He slowly thrust his hips forward and back.
She tightened her fist around him and pulled. He lifted his eyebrows in a silent question. She licked her lips and opened her mouth in answer. His eyes darkened, and his nostril flexed like a bull. He shifted her shoulders to bring her mouth closer to his cock. His kneeling height was perfect for her mouth.
A drop of clear fluid seeped out of the tip of him as she watched. She licked him, the salty taste delicious. Ace went back to work, probing her pussy with his tongue. She swirled her tongue over the head of Sin’s cock, demanding more. He groaned. She let her teeth drag over him as he thrust, slow and sure, over her tongue.
When Henry brought her home from the hot spring, he gently undressed her and tucked her into bed with Ace. She didn’t remember a thing since. She shuddered when Ace found the right spot on her clit. He did it again and she moaned.
He replace
d his tongue with his cock and pressed into her. Henry took care of her breasts. Sin backed away, his cock hard, his chest heaving to breathe. He motioned for Ace to take care of her without his interference.
Ace grasped her hips and sped up, filling her deep every time. Henry nibbled her left breast, Sin her right. She closed her eyes, feeling every touch of their fingers, tongues, teeth, and cock. The spiral of need she was becoming familiar with rose, taking her with it. She clenched Ace as he pounded into her. He changed angles, someone pressed her clit, and she exploded. She triggered Ace, who pounded into her, extending her ride. He slumped against her while her head was still spinning.
He pulled out, the bed shifted, and another hard cock entered her. She looked up at Sin. He stared, his eyes drilling into her as his hips thrust. Henry placed her hand around his cock. She guided it to her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue.
Sin shifted his hands and lifted her legs. Ace held her ankles while Sin entered her. The new position brought different parts into contact. Sin’s bellow of completion set her off again. She sucked hard on Henry’s cock and was rewarded with a stream of salty essence. She licked her lips and sighed.
Henry laid his hand on her head. Sin, still throbbing, sank onto his knees. Ace set her feet down on the bed and winked.
“Time to get these lazy asses off to work,” he said.
Sin smacked Ace’s head since he was too far for either Jessie or Henry to reach.
Chapter Seventeen
“Stew’s hot,” said Henry. “Is Jessie eating supper?”
Sin looked down at the softly snoring woman. They’d worn her out. Again. No wonder, considering the amount of work she did each day. He gently tucked the quilt over her shoulder.
“Maybe later,” he replied. She could barely be seen in the rumpled covers.
Like everything else she did, Jessie slept in barely controlled chaos. She rode like the horse was part of her, even though Trouble bucked if anyone else climbed into the saddle. Her laugh, often at herself, had Ace smiling so much Sin and Henry weren’t sure he was the same man who’d crossed the ocean with them.