Butler, Reece - 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands [Bride Train 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  Suddenly, he chuckled. His shoulders shook, and he laughed out loud. Was he laughing at her? She sat up and slapped his chest.

  “What’s so funny? You didn’t like that?”

  Jed suddenly rolled, taking her with him. She ended up under him, looking into his dark eyes. A rich chocolate. His hard body covered her. He lay between her legs, his cock nudging her entrance. She caught her breath. Was he going to do it now?

  He smiled, smoothing back her hair from her face. His look was gentle. Peaceful.

  “You just surprised the hell out of me, Victoria. I laughed because I realized what a lucky man I am to have you.”

  He kissed her lips. She tasted herself and gave him back his essence.

  “Don’t be angry for me asking, but where did you learn that?” He suddenly put a finger across her lips. “No, don’t answer. It was just my smart wife figuring things out for herself.”

  She nodded, relieved she didn’t have to explain. How could she?

  “My mother always said I had a good imagination. She didn’t like it.”

  “I do. Feel free to use it anytime you like. Especially when we’re naked.”

  He moved his bottom so his cock nudged against her. She ached there, wanting something more than his fingers and tongue. He rolled again, so she lay on top of him. Her knees straddled him, which put her bottom in the air. She’d landed far enough up his body that his hand could caress her back cheeks. She arched like a dog. Would he take the hint, or did she have to beg?

  He chuckled and slid his fingers into her from behind. He played with her breast with his other hand for a moment.

  “I know what you want,” he said, and touched her clit.

  What about this man made her body light on fire? His fingers were no different than any others, but when they touched her skin, she felt alive.

  She shuffled her knees until she could dangle her breasts in his face. He caught one with his mouth and suckled, nibbling her nipple and flicking it with his tongue. At the same time he tantalized her by touching her clit for a moment, and then circling it. He drew fluid from her pussy, forward and back, until he reached her back hole.

  He stared fiercely up at her. What was he doing? Surely he wasn’t going to—

  He did! She shivered when his finger penetrated her. Why did it feel so good? She silently begged him for more, ashamed to ask in words. When he didn’t move, she arched her back, pressing him into her.

  His nostrils flared, and a triumphant look came over him. “Yes,” he hissed, baring his teeth. She trembled, not knowing what to do.

  “Sit on my cock,” he whispered. Not quite an order, but a strong suggestion. She backed up with his help until she hit an obstacle. His cock. He rubbed it against her slit, reminding her of the orgasm she’d experienced with his mouth.

  She pressed back, letting him enter her for the first time. It wasn’t much, barely an inch, but she exhaled in relief. Finally, she would find out what it was like to be a woman. Her sister had taunted her for years. Her mother had ridiculed her since she first bled. She was not complete until she’d had a man between her thighs.

  Unlike her mother and sister, she’d vowed not just any man would take Victoria Edison’s virginity. She wanted one who would put her first, who would want her to have equal pleasure.

  She wanted the man under her.

  With his encouragement she rose high enough to impale herself. She tried to drop slowly, but her barrier stopped her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take him any deeper.

  “I’m going to have to help you,” he said. Lines of worry crumpled his forehead. “Oh, sweetheart, this may hurt, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She smoothed his forehead with her hand. “Help me,” she whispered. He placed his hands on her hips when she rose up. She licked her lips in concentration. “Now,” she said, and dropped. He pulled her onto him. A sharp pain made her gasp. He stopped, holding her in midair, both of them gasping. She held her breath for a second, and the pain faded. It was nothing compared to countless others. But it meant something important.

  She smiled. “I can do it now.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I will be in a minute.”

  She rose and fell, a little closer to him each time, as he guided her down. When her golden curls mingled with his dark ones, she swore she saw a tear in his eye. He blinked, and it was gone.

  “My turn to work,” he said, and rolled her again.

  He lay between her legs, joined to her in a way she’d heard so much about and never really understood. He didn’t move, supporting himself on his elbows and smiling into her eyes.

  “I’m honored that you chose me,” he finally said.

  What could she say to that, other than, “Thank you. For helping me, and being so kind.”

  “Kind? I thought I’d hurt you.”

  “Never.” She clenched his cock, loving the feel of him throbbing inside her. He gasped, and then groaned.

  He started moving then, slow and sure. His cock rubbed against something just inside her, something that made her breath hitch.

  “I like this,” he said, “but I’ve got a better idea.”

  A moment later she found herself on top again. “What are you doing?”

  He laughed and crossed his arms behind his head. “It’s time for you to take charge. Find the right angle and drag your clit against me. Anytime you want your nipples played with, just let me know. I’m here to please.”

  She tentatively slid back and forth. A zing hit her. Her clit did, indeed, rub against him just right. He laughed when she gasped, and he took control of her breasts. She didn’t know it would feel so good to have her nipples pinched.

  She rode him, grinding herself on his groin. “Harder,” she ordered, and slammed back on his cock. She could feel the tension grow, just like last time. She closed her eyes to better concentrate. He groaned under her, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. There it was, that need. She ground herself against him, silently begging for release. One more and…

  “Yes!”

  She shuddered, clenching him as her orgasm hit. He grabbed her hips and surged into her. She sighed, thinking it was over, but his cock slammed up hard, thrusting deep and setting off another round. This one was different, deep and hard. She threw back her head as he slammed her down, again and again, until he yelled.

  He shot his seed deep into her. She held him, milking every drop, just as her mouth had done earlier. He groaned and pulled her down for a kiss. He devoured her, sucking and nipping and thrusting his tongue as he had his cock.

  They broke apart, and she collapsed on his heaving chest. Her ears buzzed, like a bumblebee at high speed.

  “Oh, lord. If that didn’t kill me, I don’t know what will,” he finally gasped, half laughing and half groaning.

  She toyed with his hair until she got up her nerve. “Is it always like this for men?”

  He lifted her so he could look her in the eyes. She saw more emotion there than she’d seen in any man before. Tenderness, caring, and a wild joy.

  “I don’t say I’ve had a world of experience,” he said, “but I’ve never had that happen before. Whatever it is between us, it’s damn good.”

  She snuggled beside him, her head on his chest. His breathing became regular and deep. She smiled against his ribs. If it was this wonderful with Jed, what would it be like with Riley and Clint?

  Now that she knew what sex was all about, and how wonderful it could be, she was ready for the next round. Jed, however, was not. Her sister’s patron was an older man, and she remembered Cecilia complaining he could only perform once a day. That was one advantage of having more than one husband. She still had Clint and Riley to try out. With three men to share, when she tired one man out, the next would be ready to please her. And then the next.

  She closed her eyes and drifted off to the sound of Jed’s steady heartbeat.

  Chapter Nine

  “Shh, she’s sleepin
g,” said Jed.

  Clint motioned for Riley to take his boots off at the door. The place was almost spotless, and he wasn’t going to get on Victoria’s bad side by messing it up. Not when he was as randy as an elk in October. He wasn’t going to butt heads with Riley over it, though. They’d come to an agreement. They’d flipped a coin, heads or tails.

  Riley got her head and chest, and he got her tail. As long as the lady was willing, that is. And they hadn’t cheated this time. Jed had no idea that there were three long straws. Each of them got the same length, but he and Riley agreed to break theirs.

  Jed sipped coffee, looking more relaxed than he had in years. No wonder, if he’d bedded Victoria so hard she was still snoring. Though his pants were on, the top button was loose, as if ready to go again.

  Nuh-uh. Jed would have to take his place in line. He could make supper while they entertained the darling, naked Victoria.

  “You treat her right?”

  Jed nodded at Riley’s question. “That woman is something,” he added, shaking his head in wonder.

  Clint was hungry, but he’d go without food for now. They’d washed up in Warm Spring Creek on the way home, from toes to tits, as Grandpa Fortune used to say. He shrugged out of his shirt and set it over the chair. Riley, eyes bright, did the same.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Jed frowned at them.

  “Waking up our wife with a kiss,” said Clint. He held up his hand to stop further complaint. Jed might be the ramrod of the J Bar C, but he’d been the leader from the day his father brought Jed home. Clint was pretty young, but he remembered the older boy’s cuts and bruises. Jed’s parents didn’t come by for years after that, and no children were left alone with either of them.

  Because Clint’s parents raised Jed, and later, Riley, both of them looked to Clint for approval. When he wanted something bad enough, both his cousins backed down. And he wanted Victoria, spread-eagled, naked, and reaching for him with a smile.

  “Wait for my signal,” he warned Riley. His slightly older cousin tossed him a jar of something. He automatically caught it, and then looked down.

  “In case she needs lubricating,” whispered Riley.

  Jed snorted into his coffee. “That woman was so wet she—”

  “Not there,” corrected Riley. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Caught swallowing, Jed choked and coughed so hard that Riley had to hit him on the back a few times. Really hard.

  Clint concentrated on climbing the stairs that rose up the back wall. He paused when his head cleared the floor. All he could see in the bed was a tangle of sheets and a long, silky river of golden-brown hair.

  What would it be like to have her dangle that over his body? If she rode his cock and leaned forward for him to suckle her breasts, her hair would hide him like a curtain.

  He set his foot on the top step, and then stood on the floor. She lay on her stomach, one knee pulled up to her chest. His eyes traced the curve of her back, swooping down her waist to the outward flare of her ass. Her fine, white, plump ass. Each full cheek a part of two, divided by the cleft which separated them and led to the intriguing brown rosette, then her slit, then her clit. He would investigate them all, in time.

  He set the jar on a shelf higher than she could easily reach. She wasn’t ready for that yet, but when she was, the lard would be close enough for easy access.

  She sighed and rolled over. Her swollen lips proved that Jed had kissed her more than once. Her breasts followed the pull of gravity, one resting against her chest while the other flowed onto the mattress. He unbuttoned the first three buttons of his pants, just enough to release the pressure.

  He shook out a leg and walked forward. A reddish-brown mark in the center of the bed hit his gut like a punch. If he’d wanted, it would have been his cock to breach her maidenhead. But Jed needed Victoria to be his wife. He needed to know a woman loved him first. Clint had a good idea that, in time, Victoria would love them all. He almost loved her already, just for being there for them, but he needed to know her better before he gave up his heart. She was a complex woman with secrets, but weren’t all interesting women that way? And when she opened her past to them, it would mean she’d also opened her heart.

  He let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He watched her sleep, absently shafting his hand up and down his cock. Its single eye released enough liquid that his palm slid easily over his entire length. But what was he doing watching when he could hold her?

  He sat on the edge of the bed, but she still didn’t stir. So he lay down beside her and pulled her over half on top of him. She smiled in her sleep and sighed. He smoothed her hair over her shoulder, letting it drape over her back. Her hand moved, snagging his cock. She grasped it. He tensed. Was she still asleep, or was that a conscious choice?

  “Hmm, you’re ready for more now?”

  “It’s Clint you’re holding on to. What’s in your hand proves I’m more than ready.”

  Her eyes flew open. A blush stained her cheeks. He lifted his head and looked. Yep, the rosy glow went all the way down to her belly. He winked.

  “Sleep well?”

  She nodded, biting her lip.

  “You mind me holding you like this?”

  She shook her head.

  “Do you want to use the commode before we start?”

  “Start?”

  He ran his rough fingers over her breast. Her skin was as soft as he’d imagined. She arched, bringing her rosy nipple into view. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers. She licked her lips, breathing hard.

  “There’s plenty more of this if you’re interested,” he said. “But if you’re not…”

  She looked toward the screen in the corner. “Give me a moment.”

  “Take all the time you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

  She covered herself with a dress, leaving the front open. Clint leaned on one elbow to watch her walk across the room. Nah, she didn’t walk. That was far too plain a word for this woman. Even through the thin cotton he could see her butt sway, each cheek moving against the other. He was going to kiss every inch between those cheeks. He’d show her how good that felt. Maybe he’d play with her asshole a bit, just to see if she liked it.

  He’d certainly like it.

  A tinkling sound came from the corner. He groaned and dropped his head. He shook it, amazed that something so intimate could make him crave her even more. Though tall, she was still delicate in her ways. He was a man. Loud, brash, and strong.

  She kept her eyes down as she washed her hands. When she looked up, he winked. She straightened her back, raising those magnificent breasts.

  “You are one fine-lookin’ woman,” he said. “Front and back, just perfect.”

  She shook her head in denial. He crooked his finger at her. She bit her lip and walked forward. This time it was the movement of her breasts that fascinated him. Women had so much to admire, front and back, top and bottom, side to side. He would kiss, lick, and tickle every inch of Victoria’s body, inside and out.

  She stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at him. She kept her mouth open to breathe.

  “Are you sore, or do you want more?”

  His cock pulsed with his rapid heartbeat as she took her time looking at him. She licked her lips.

  “I want more,” she said, staring at his cock as if she wanted to swallow him deep.

  Would she follow his directions?

  “Put your foot here.”

  He pointed to the mattress. She set it where he asked, which opened her body to him. Under her curls she had a cute little puss. Small inner lips pouted past her outer ones. She was shaped like a bun with a slit in the top. He imagined dripping honey along that slit and licking it off.

  He slid his hand up her strong thigh. She watched his fingers slowly rise. He was the one to tremble when he grazed her swollen lips. She smelled of sex, no doubt about it. If he tasted her now, he’d find traces of Jed. That wouldn’t bother him another time, but
he wanted to think she was all his today.

  He watched her face the whole time, judging his touch by her reaction.

  He curled his fingers, running them from back to front in a slow “come hither” movement. Pinky first, touching the smooth skin of her ass and all the way to her slit. His pointing finger entered her there. Her nostrils flared. Another finger, and a third, proved he would fit.

  His thumb found her clit. She stiffened, her mouth opening in a silent cry. Her scent intensified, and his fingers were flooded with her juices. Fresh juices. Perhaps he would taste her after all.

  “I want to put my tongue here,” he said, rotating her clit with his thumb.

  “Please,” she said.

  He lay on his back and motioned her forward. She frowned, unsure. He took her hands and guided her. Her eyes widened when she realized what he wanted, but she eagerly complied.

  Clint moaned when Victoria settled her pussy over his chin. He inhaled, drawing her scent deep into every pore of his body. This was his woman, the only one he would touch for the rest of his life, God willing. He smiled up at her, past her belly and magnificent breasts. Every woman was different, but all were wonderful. But damn, he loved a big woman with breasts and ass cheeks that overflowed his hands. Victoria had wide hips and a belly that would swell with his child one day. It didn’t matter who the father was. Every one would be his baby.

  He helped her to angle herself so her clit was right where he wanted it. He caught the engorged hood between his lips. She sighed and relaxed against his mouth. He licked her from slit to clit and a gush of sweetness flowed over his tongue.

  His cock throbbed in need, but he had more important things to do first. She was ready, and eager. He encouraged her to take over her breasts while he worked on her pussy. He couldn’t help trying a knuckle against her rear. She liked it so much he decided to try something a bit bigger to finish her off.

  Nothing could beat the joy of giving a good woman what she needed. Her orgasm caught them both by surprise. She laughed, trembling above him, while he held her hips and caught every drop of her explosion.