by Reece Butler
She was still quivering when he moved, placing her on her hands and knees facing the room. He knelt behind her and placed his eager cock against her slit. She arched and pressed against him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He entered her slowly, letting her set the pace. She groaned, holding him tight inside as she took all of him.
Her pussy was tight, holding his cock like a velvet vise. He leaned over her back and massaged her breast with one hand. He easily found her clit with the other. If his fingers weren’t sure, her gasp of delight would have proven it.
Using long, slow strokes, he filled her to the hilt and then pulled out. Slow, deep, and frustrating for both of them. Arousing as hell, but frustrating because he’d gone so long without. He should have given himself a hand job at the stream.
“Damn, you look good, woman!”
* * * *
Victoria, deep in Clint’s rhythm, startled at the new voice. Riley stood a few feet away, naked, staring at her. She tried to move, to hide, but Clint held her hips too tight.
“Shh, you’re fine,” he murmured. “Riley wants you just as much as me and Jed, but he’ll take his turn and wait until you’re ready.”
“I don’t think I can wait until you’re finished.” Riley walked closer, his cock bouncing slightly with each step. It curved toward his belly. “You always take too long to do everything.”
Clint continued at the same steady pace. If his slow glide didn’t feel so good, she’d be blushing and stammering. Riley stared at them, his hand on his cock moving in time with Clint’s movements in her. Back and forth with agonizing slowness.
“With sex, slow is best,” said Clint. “The more you build up, the better it is.”
She tried to entice him, tightening her inside muscles to make him speed up, but he just laughed.
“Our wife has a fine ass, Ry.”
Clint trailed his fingers between her back cheeks. A most arousing shiver hit. Was this proper? She squeezed her cheeks, but he pressed them open and rubbed her where no one had ever touched.
“Take a look at this sweet, little brown rosette,” said Clint. Riley stood right beside her, his cock bobbing by her ear. “See what happens when I scratch it.”
Would he put his finger there? Would it feel good if he did? He touched her. She shivered at the wicked sensation.
“She’s got a pink ring inside,” said Riley. “Let me try.”
Instead of scratching, he pressed something into her. She inhaled at the rush of feeling and gripped both her ass and pussy.
“Oh, that is going to send me through the roof,” groaned Clint.
“If the lady wants more and you’re going too fast, I could finish her off.”
Clint changed angles and hit something that tingled. “Again!” she ordered. As long as she got pleasure, she didn’t care who gave it to her. Riley’s cock came near her mouth. She nipped the side of it. He held it steady, letting her mouth drift over it from belly to tip.
“If Clint can’t wait, I’ll make sure you have a good time, Victoria. Any way you like. Back, front, on your knees, whatever. I aim to please.”
Clint leaned over and kissed her neck. “You want Riley to help you, honey? Because if I come, as soon as I pull out, Ry’s going to want to fill you all the way. You want that?”
She answered by squeezing his cock inside.
“She says yes, so let go of your cock and give Victoria’s breasts some attention.”
Riley moved so fast that he was on his knees, hands reaching for her, before Clint hit bottom again. Riley massaged her breasts, and then sucked her nipple into his mouth. Clint held her loosely. She grabbed control and backed against him, moving fast and hard.
“That’s it!”
Clint slammed against her, thrusting deep. She wanted him and cried out in need. He shuddered, losing rhythm, just when she was almost there. Riley moved, pushing Clint aside. He fell sideways onto the mattress. She saw a silly smile on his face before Riley took over.
He filled her the same, and yet different. His cock rubbed against that special spot inside her slit. Clint shifted and put his fingers on her clit. She hissed when he found the right spot. Riley snarled behind her, his cock working like a piston, in and out of her pussy. She arched her back, offering herself, aiming her pussy for Riley to stroke her right.
“You ready, pet?” Clint whispered.
She nodded, almost there. Her whole body trembled. Would she feel as good as with Jed? Clint touched a finger against her bottom. She lifted it, silently begging for more. He laughed and twisted it in while working magic with his fingers on her clit. A final pinch and—
“Oh, yes!”
Her orgasm took over in spasms. Riley roared and exploded. His curved cock pressed on her spot as he pounded into her, until his rhythm broke after release. Clint kissed her back cheek and fell on the bed.
Riley leaned on her back, panting, as Clint had a few minutes earlier. He hugged and pulled them sideways, still connected. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, waiting for the buzzing in her head to stop.
Footsteps thudded on the stairs. Jed’s head appeared. He gave her a wicked smile and came over to the bed. He shucked his pants and climbed in with the rest of them.
It took a few minutes to sort things out. She snuggled her chest on Jed while Riley’s front warmed her back. Clint lay across the bottom of the bed, watching them and massaging her feet.
“I never realized feet were so arousing until I saw your toes curl when you came with Riley,” said Clint.
“Everything about Victoria is arousing,” replied Riley.
She didn’t reply. She was married, which took away the scandal of the last few days. But the men sharing her bed didn’t know the truth about her. The only person who knew, and would come out West, was Mr. Smythe. He’d promised not to tell, but she no longer believed what he said.
If he was angry at her husband and his partners, would his promises of secrecy turn into threats of exposure? How would Jed react to learning the truth about her?
Chapter Ten
“You should have listened to me, wife. I said you’d have fun at the picnic.” Jed nudged her with his elbow.
Victoria smiled at her husband of just over a week. She’d never been welcome at a social gathering so wasn’t sure how to behave. She’d dreaded meeting the people of Tanner’s Ford, but Jed told them she was shy and unused to crowds. There were fewer than eighty people at the picnic, but in this empty land twenty was a crowd. For the first hour she held back, sure someone would throw insults and condemn her, for attending, for sharing a home with three men, or for being her mother’s daughter.
“Everyone was so nice,” she said. It wasn’t true, but she wouldn’t complain.
“Except Mrs. Emslow and Lumley, the hotel clerk,” said Jed, “but they’re rude to everyone.”
He smiled at her, taking the sting of their rejection away. Though it was far milder than she was used to, it reminded her of bad times.
“You make some friends? I saw you laughing with Beth and Jessie by the punch bowl.” He gave her a mock fierce look. “You weren’t laughing at me, were you?”
She laughed back. “Yes, I made friends, and no, we weren’t laughing at you. Jessie was telling me about disguising herself as a very rude boy and working on the Double Diamond ranch. Ace was so uncomfortable around her because he thought she was a boy, yet was attracted to her. He didn’t know what to do.”
“Man must have been blind not to see it. She’s a good-looking woman.”
“Did you know?”
Jed shrugged. “Never looked. But I’d know right off the bat if a woman tried to put herself off as a boy.” He leered and slid his eyes over her. “Even a blind man would know you weren’t a boy.” He adjusted himself, wincing. “And after the way those bachelors looked at you all day, I’ll be proving you’re my woman as soon as we get home.”
“That a promise?” She unbuttoned her top three buttons and flapped the
material to cool herself. Flirting was new to her, and fun.
“That’s a double promise,” called Clint from his horse on the other side of the wagon.
“Triple!” yelled Riley from behind.
“Why don’t you boys head home and get things ready? We have to take the road with this wagon, but you can go cross-country.”
“Don’t try to look so innocent,” replied Clint. “You just want some time alone with Victoria.”
“Damn right! I had to watch for hours while too many men tried to get her attention.” He rotated his shoulders as if to release the strain. “I trust the Flying X and Circle C, but that man Walt hired has an acquiring eye.”
“Zach,” said Clint, putting a name to him. “Said he’s from Texas, but he doesn’t even twang as much as Riley.”
“Whoa, there,” said Riley, breaking in. “I don’t twang anymore.”
Victoria pressed her lips together and looked down. When Riley got lusty, his voice began to sound like warm syrup flowing over her. He used phrases she’d never heard before but which made her feel hot and sensual. He explained he spent the first half of his life in the South learning how to be a wastrel and doing a good job of it.
Walt Chamberlain was a dear man who Beth said pretended to be a curmudgeon but had a very kind heart. His hired hand Zach was as tall as Clint, and women would likely find him handsome, but she thought he was arrogant. He said he and his partners, the ones bringing Walt’s cattle up from Texas, would be finding a wife by winter. When she told him that others had waited years to find one, he laughed. He said he wasn’t the type to wait for what he wanted. He went out and got it. He made it very plain that he would have gone after her if she hadn’t already been married.
“I don’t care who he is,” Jed said with a growl. “I don’t want him staring at my wife.”
“He wasn’t staring, he was admiring,” replied Clint with a wink. “Victoria’s such a lovely woman that it makes a man proud to know others are jealous.”
Jed snorted. “It might make you proud, but it makes me want to prove that I’m the one she’ll spend the rest of her life with.”
He turned to her. His eyes told her his plans for the evening. They’d have to rush through their chores again, but it would be worth it.
“Let’s get home, Ry,” said Clint. “I’ve got special plans for a certain woman tonight,” he added in a deep, sexy growl. He gave her the hottest look she’d seen from him yet. Her body responded, flooding her with warmth.
“Sooner we get home, the faster we can have fun,” said Riley. He nudged his horse and headed west, closely followed by Clint. The wagon couldn’t cross the Sinclair Gulch Creek separating their ranches, so she and Jed would take far longer getting home.
“I hope you didn’t mind that we left earlier than the others,” said Victoria. “I’m not used to so many people. It was wonderful, but a bit overwhelming.”
She couldn’t tell him that her fear of discovery grew with each moment she spent there. At first it was wonderful, meeting the other wives and being so well accepted as Mrs. Adams. They asked her about the latest fashions. Though she never wore them herself, she took care of the many dresses her mother and sister flounced and primped in. No one commented on how cheap her dress was in comparison to what she described. The other women were delighted to hear whatever she could tell them, as no one else had arrived from the East since the fall. She laughed and listened to some of their stories, ate wonderful food, shared recipes, and enjoyed herself more than she could have imagined.
But then the newspaperman, Buford Hames, arrived. He took a few photographs, including one of the four of them, for their wedding. She tried to refuse but could give Jed no reason for it. Hames circulated through the group, chatting with everyone and writing notes in the small book he carried in his vest pocket. She tried to put him off, but that seemed to get him more interested. He kept asking where she came from, who her family was, and why she’d come out West. He smiled widely and was very polite, but she didn’t like the way he looked at her. Hames looked at her as if she were a puzzle he had to solve. It frightened her, so she asked Jed to take her home even though it was only late afternoon.
Jed was quiet, staring between the horse’s ears, so she let the tension drain away. It was over, and she’d passed the test. She was accepted, and respected, as a valued member of Tanner’s Ford society. She had a home of her own, even though it was far smaller than the one she’d grown up in. But no one would throw her into the street when she got old and lost what little beauty she might have.
It wasn’t much, but far more than she had before. And her life would get even better.
Smiling to herself, she held on to the seat as Jed maneuvered the wagon from the rutted trail on Walt’s ranch, to the far smoother road. She shifted her bottom closer to Jed. Happiness bubbled through her.
“Thank you,” she said. She snuck her arm around his.
“For what?” Jed gave her a quizzical look.
“For treating me so well. For everything you’ve done to make me feel the J Bar C is my home. And for being the wonderful husband you are.” For once, she let her feelings show. She smiled from the bottom of her heart, wanting him to realize how much he meant to her. “I feel so proud to be your wife. You make me so happy.”
His eyes widened. He flushed and turned away.
His rejection felt like a slap to the face. The joy from the best day of her life dropped from her like a frozen arrow to her soul. She pulled her arm back and slid away from him. She dropped her eyes to her lap and clasped her hands, intertwining her fingers. The horse kept plodding in the uncomfortable silence. Finally, she could take it no longer.
“I apologize for whatever I said that made you angry.” She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “If you’ll tell me what it was, I won’t do it again.”
Jed snarled something, tossed the reins aside, and hauled her into his lap. He pressed her face to his chest, so she couldn’t see his expression. His heart raced under her ear, and the arms holding her tight trembled.
“Aw, sweetheart, I’m not angry. It’s just…” He squeezed her tight so that she could barely breathe, but she said nothing. “I’m not a man to be proud of.”
His words were so quiet she could barely hear him.
“Why not? You created this ranch, built a home, helped so many others—”
“Clint and Riley did a lot of it,” he muttered.
“Yes, because you’re partners. But that doesn’t take away what you’ve done.”
He released her to pick up the reins, as the horse had almost come to a stop. A light snap and the wagon began rumbling forward again.
“Victoria, don’t make me out to be better than I am.”
“You, Riley, and Clint are the best men I’ve met in my life.”
He snorted a laugh.
“The sheriff and judge seem like good men,” she continued, “and their wives are so friendly. The same with the other ranchers, not that I saw much of them. But none of them treat me the way you do.”
“How’s that?” He flicked a glance at her.
She inhaled his comforting scent. “When I’m with you, I feel accepted, that you like me. Even when we’re arguing, I feel safe. I don’t have to tiptoe around, worried that something I say would upset you.” She cleared her throat. “At least, not until now.”
He transferred the reins to his left hand. He put his arm around her and pulled her against him. She sighed into his embrace.
“I’m the one who’s wrong, sweetheart. What you said”—he shook his head—“it scared the hell out of me. I’ve never had anyone look up to me for anything.” He finally looked down. His frown creased his forehead. “I don’t know if I can…aw, hell!”
His lips crushed hers. She reached her arm around him and kissed him back, just as hard. He broke away and rested his chin on her head.
“I don’t have the words, Victoria. The only way I can show you what I think, is with my body.�
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His tortured voice convinced her of his truth. She could speak more easily, but still found it difficult to say what she thought. She cared for him more than anyone else, ever. Clint and Riley were very special to her, but neither of them was her husband.
Considering how she was raised, she expected them to want to use her body, but they made sure she was pleasured first, and often second as well. If Jed and his cousins spoke through their bodies, they cared for her a lot. The first thing they’d do when they came home, after chores were done and they washed up, was to give her a big smile and bigger hug. If she wasn’t too busy and they could get away with it, a long kiss would follow. While they told her stories of their day, she would finish supper. They had to top each other’s stories, but she realized the insults were how they showed their caring.
All three touched her as often as they could. A gentle caress on her bottom when they passed, a quick kiss on her forehead or even shoulder if she was chopping or rolling pastry. A touch said, “I care.” It was nothing like the way her mother and sister were touched by their patrons, with a sense of ownership. She sagged against Jed, suddenly understanding. She should watch what they did, rather than waiting to hear their words.
She reached up to kiss him to say she understood. His kiss was gentle, his smile tender until it widened into an interested leer.
“You know what I want to do with you, Mrs. Adams?”
“Have your way with me and make me too limp to talk?” She purposefully used the phrase she’d innocently given him within moments of their first meeting. He burst out laughing.
“Why don’t you get naked? We’ll save time when we get home.”
Her relief brought out the imp in her. There was no one else on the road, so she decided to get Jed so hot that he couldn’t stand it. Doing so would be brazen, but after today her place in the local society was set as the J Bar C wife.
“Good idea.” She climbed back onto the seat and reached for her shirt. She tilted her head at him and gave a sly smile. “I think I’ll start with you.”