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

by Reece Butler

  She looked down and met Jed’s dark eyes. She smiled, and he winked. She gasped in delight when he then sucked and flicked her clit.

  “Since Clint’s out of action for a bit, should I start working on all those buttons?” Riley waggled his eyebrows hopefully at her. “It must be terrible uncomfortable to have your breasts all tight like that.”

  Once he could breathe again, which she was proud to say took some time, Clint lay down beside her. His head touched her shoulder. The fingers of one hand stroked her hip, as if he couldn’t not touch her.

  “I’m not out of action,” he said. “Just taking a much-needed rest.”

  Riley came around the bed and sat on the other side of her. His thick cock rose from its blond nest. His nimble fingers started at the top button and quickly worked down.

  “I’m ready any time you want to clip my shorthairs,” he said. In case she didn’t understand what he meant, he tugged at the curls at the base of his cock. “I never thought what it would be like to have all that hair gone. Can you feel more?”

  “Oh, yes,” she said. She arched, inhaling between her teeth in a hiss. It seemed Jed touched a special spot whenever her attention wandered to another man. “I’ve got embroidery scissors. I could trim you nice and short.”

  His fingers slowed. “You want to put those pointy things near my balls?”

  She blinked innocently up at him. “Would you prefer me to use a straight razor?”

  “Hell, no!” He backed away, his cock less stiff than a moment ago. He tilted his head and frowned at her. After a moment he narrowed his eyes. “You said that on purpose.” He patted his cock as if reassuring it. “Any cutting that happens will be done by me.” He sat down, this time angling his cock away, and opened her last buttons.

  She inhaled a huge breath in relief. She used her arms to push her breasts up, rather than have them flatten to the sides. Three pairs of eyes stared. Three mouths dropped.

  “Now that is the best present a man could have.” Riley gulped, staring.

  “You want to put your cock between them? I bet if you got something slippery, you could slide right in.”

  “My Lord,” sighed Riley, staring at her chest. He blinked. “Lard.”

  He leaped off the bed, almost falling in his eagerness to get to the stairs. But he didn’t go down. Instead, he reached up and took a tin from a shelf she hadn’t noticed. He held it up like a trophy. He stalked toward her, no longer the fool. Every slow step had a purpose, warning her that he meant business. She felt a surge of heat.

  Jed groaned and lapped at her pussy. When she glanced his way, he laughed at her with his eyes. Neither of them would let Riley know he wouldn’t be the first.

  “This works out well,” mused Clint. He kissed her arm. “Jed loves your pussy, I love your ass, and it looks like Riley is a breast man.”

  “Oh, darlin’, that I am.”

  Riley opened the tin and scooped some of the white semisolid lard in his fingers.

  “Better take off your pretty camisole before we get all sticky,” said Clint. She sat up, and he helped her out of it.

  “If Riley lies down, you’ll be the one in control,” said Jed. “You can dangle your breasts however you like.”

  “Oh, yeah,” breathed Riley. “I want those nipples in my face.”

  He lay on his back, far enough down the bed so she could lean forward and not hit the headboard. He held out his arms for her. She crawled up the bottom of the bed on hands and knees, as Beth suggested. His eyes opened wide. She took her time, dragging her nipples up his legs. They were very sensitive, perhaps because she’d gone without anyone touching them for days.

  Victoria shook her head so his cock got tangled in her hair. He groaned and reached for it, rubbing the clean, silky strands over his belly, cock, and thighs. She put his hand on the bed, pushing down so he knew he wasn’t to lift it. He pouted, but complied.

  She gathered her hair in her fist and slapped his cock lightly. Eyes wide, he arched, trying to push his hips up. She held him down with her weight on his thighs. She shuffled her knees back again, until his cock was right under her chest.

  “Do you want to touch my breasts, Riley?”

  He nodded quickly but didn’t lift the hand she’d pushed down. The other one held the lard, which had softened in his hot palm.

  “Spread some between my breasts, so I’m all slick and smooth.”

  She said the words slowly, exaggerating her tongue movements. Beth swore talking dirty like this would make them go wild. It seems she was right about this, as well. Riley moaned as he caressed her.

  His hands, hot and slippery, increased the ache in her pussy. She was doing this for Riley, but already missed Jed’s tongue. Riley pressed her breasts together as she bent forward and caught his cock between them. She had to arch her back and stick her bottom in the air to do it, but she moved her knees wider apart to tempt Jed. Would he think to take her offer?

  She pressed her palms on Riley’s chest and rocked, letting him control how her breasts pressed against his cock. It felt wonderful to be in control, and yet not.

  “Oh, damn, I’m not gonna last long,” he choked.

  His, strong, blunt cock forced its way between her sensitive breasts every time she leaned forward. Riley pulled her down so that the rest of her breasts slid over his chest. Every part of her breasts was stimulated, especially her nipples, which slid over Riley’s cock.

  The mattress shifted, and a pair of hands rested on her hips. Teeth scraped over her left cheek, ending in a nip. Her pussy clenched in hope. Jed growled and spread her cheeks wide. His tongue flicked over her asshole. She shivered. He moved down, over her perineum to her pussy. He curled his finger in her, as he had earlier. She grabbed it with her pussy muscles. He chuckled. He spread her thighs so his tongue reached her clit.

  Riley, unaware of what Jed was doing, urged her to move faster on his cock. He panted and moaned. She met Riley’s speed, though it meant Jed’s tongue was lost.

  Then she felt his cock surge into her pussy. Once in, he held still, letting her impale herself against him at Riley’s rhythm. The long buildup, from Jed first slipping his tongue between her toes as if it were her pussy until now, had her gasping and twitching in need.

  Riley shouted as his cum spurted to coat her breasts. After a moment his body relaxed under her. He gave her a lazy smile. He caressed her, rubbing himself over her breasts. He paid attention to her nipples, pinching them lightly.

  Jed took over, pulling her back by the hips as he surged into her. It had been days since she had a cock in her. He stretched her, pumping deep. Riley cooperated, grazing her breasts and nipples with his hands as she dangled above him.

  She clenched Jed hard, wanting more. He leaned over and slid his hand over her breast. And then she felt him penetrate her bottom. She shuddered. He drilled a big finger in her, pulsing along with his cock.

  Then he twisted his finger just as Riley pinched her nipples. She bore down hard, grabbing Jed’s cock with her pussy, demanding service. He slammed into her from behind, aiming for that spot deep inside, the one that made her orgasms explode. Riley supported her front, letting her breasts slide over his hands.

  Jed roared, and everything before was like nothing. He took her like a wild stallion would a mare he’d stolen from another. Hard, demanding, powerful. She heard a distant scream as once again her pussy contracted like a vise around a hot iron rod. Her muscles froze. She held her breath, feeling nothing but a pleasure like white-hot lightning.

  And then she collapsed, flopping onto Riley’s chest, sobbing and gasping. Jed laid his head on her back, still holding her tight, his cock deep inside her.

  After a moment Clint pulled the hair off her face, pushing it to the side. She could barely open her eyes. He kissed her, gently and lovingly.

  “Sh,” he murmured. “Sleep, my love.”

  She closed her eyes and thought of nothing. It was easy, as her head buzzed once more. Jed pulled out, but she
couldn’t move. A warm cloth cleansed her, and he lifted her, laying her on her back. She watched him clean her breasts. He didn’t smile, but he looked more at peace than she’d seen him before. He handed the cloth to Riley and lay down beside her. He pulled her over so she half lay on him, her head on his shoulder.

  Clint cuddled up to her side. Riley lay at their feet, head propped up on his elbow.

  Jed stroked her back, his heart still thumping as fast as her own.

  “You’ve given us so much,” he quietly stated. “Not just the loving, which is wonderful.” He kissed her forehead. “But everything else. I don’t know why you would want me, much less all three of us. But I’ll do anything for you.”

  She looked up at him. She saw pain in his dark eyes, as well as acceptance.

  “All you have to do,” she said, “is love me.”

  He rolled over, taking her with him, and kissed her as if a fever had hit him and he had to do this or die. After the first demanding exploration, he drew back. He smiled at her, with his eyes, his mouth, and his relaxed body.

  “I will never stop loving you.” He toyed with her hair. “You are my life.” His hand drifted to her belly and rested there. “And together we will bring more life to our world.” He caught Clint’s and Riley’s eyes. “What about you two?”

  “Dammit, Jed,” groused Riley. “Don’t you know I’ve loved Victoria since she told you off that first day?” He winked at her. “And no matter what the grouch you married said, you’re no shrew.”

  “Shrew?” She lifted her head and glared at Jed. “You called me a shrew?” She wasn’t really angry at him. After all, she’d called him worse in her head those first few days.

  “Sheriff Barstow told us about a Shakespeare play called The Taming Of The Shrew,” added Riley, no doubt pretending to be helpful but enjoying digging at Jed.

  “We’re the ones who got tamed,” said Clint, the peacemaker.

  Jed lifted himself on his hands. He nudged her legs apart and settled his thighs between hers. His cock was hard again. He used one hand to guide himself into her and then lifted up again. Her tissues, still tingling from the last, massive explosion, throbbed.

  “You think I’m the one that got tamed, wife?”

  She trembled at the fierce, determined face that pinned her. When she didn’t answer, he got to his knees and lifted her legs. He adjusted her until her knees were touching her breasts and he was deep inside her. He rocked, nudging her special spot. Immediately, she was eager for more.

  His determination to master her thrilled her. She knew he would never hurt her, but he was strong enough to protect her and their children from anything. That power, of protection, was what she saw in his face. What she felt in his insistent thrusts.

  “Who’s in charge here, Mrs. Adams?”

  Not only did the end of his cock strike deep in her, he scraped her clit each time he rolled forward to impale her.

  “You are,” she said between thrusts.

  “Damn right.” He grunted each time he hit bottom. “I’m the ramrod of this ranch.”

  “Then ram that rod!”

  He sped up at her challenge. She tried to grip him, to take control, but she couldn’t in this position.

  “You… want… me?”

  “Yes! Harder!”

  He rose to his knees, grabbed her ankles and lifted, spreading her wide. It lifted her bottom from the bed and took away what little control she had. It also exposed her breasts. A moment later, hands descended on each breast. A mouth took over each nipple.

  Jed’s thighs slapped against her bottom as his cock pounded into her. She grabbed for his thighs, pulling him into her. Fingers slithered between their bellies to her clit.

  Three men demanded she have pleasure. Jed howled his domination as he erupted. Her overstimulated pussy and clit took everything he had, giving her a sweet, long, loving orgasm.

  Jed collapsed and rolled so she lay on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, still connected, still throbbing. Someone covered them with a quilt. She fell asleep to the thud of his heart.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “Look at that!” said Jed. He reined in, stopping about a hundred feet from the cabin.

  “What?” Riley frowned and looked around. “There’s nothing to see but home.”

  After the wedding, and spending the afternoon in bed with Victoria, they were late coming back from checking the cattle. The deep purple of dusk was already settling over the mountains.

  “The light?” asked Clint.

  Jed nodded. A smile played at his lips. “She’s waiting for us.”

  “Is that what you’re getting at?” Riley took his hat off and wiped his forehead before covering up his dusty hair again. “Victoria always puts a lamp in the window for us.”

  “That’s what Jed means. She’s in there, waiting for us to come home to her.”

  “Now I know why Uncle Pat would sigh and smile when we rode up in the dark. He felt like this,” said Jed.

  “Like what?”

  “Like everything’s right in the world.”

  Riley snorted and nudged his horse forward. “You two can stay out here, but I’m going home.”

  Jed and Clint stayed where they were, just being. The day birds finished their evening chorus, and the spring peepers took over the night. Riley came out of the barn, whistling, and headed for the house. A stream of light shone onto the yard, he went in, and then the door shut.

  “She loves us,” said Clint when the frogs, disturbed by Riley, started up again. “Maybe even as much as we love her.”

  Everyone said men weren’t supposed to cry, but Uncle Pat said sometimes a man’s eyes leaked anyway. Not in pain or frustration but because his heart was so full that it filled his chest, making it hard to breathe, choked his throat so he couldn’t swallow, and flowed out his eyes.

  Jed’s heart was so full that he had to sniff it back. He took a quick peek at Clint so see if he’d noticed. A silver line ran from each eye and over his cheeks.

  “I don’t know what we did to deserve that woman, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life cherishing her.” Clint sniffed. He wiped his face with his sleeve.

  “Amen to that,” replied Jed. The words flowed out of his mouth before his ears realized he’d said them.

  Clint leaned over and slapped him on the back. “Sounds like that skeleton is smashed to pieces.” His smile faded. “Judge Thatcher figures that newspaperman Hames will write something nasty about Victoria. Some people are going to judge her badly when they find out she doesn’t even know her father’s name.”

  Jed grimaced. “Sophie McLeod told me the same thing. Scandal and gossip sells more newspapers than truth. All we can do is treat Victoria like the lady she is. Decent folks won’t care. The rest are like Smythe, Jennet, and Mayor Rivers.” His horse tried to get at the grass, and he tugged the reins to tell it no. “If I was a religious man, I’d say that the devil would catch up to them some day. Since I’m not, I’ll put my money on the Pinkertons.”

  “Lily, Judge Thatcher, Sophie, the Elliotts, and the MacDougals already have, so they told me not to bother.”

  Jed, thinking of Victoria, caught only the end of the sentence.

  “Not to bother doing what?”

  “Giving gold to the Pinkertons. If we find out anything useful, we’re to pass it on. And if they need help to nail any of them down, they’ll let us know.”

  Jed tightened his knees slightly, and his horse, eager for food, started home. Clint followed a few steps behind. Neither spoke while they unsaddled, brushed, and released the horses, and put their tack away. They’d just left the barn when a feminine laugh floated from the house.

  “Wonder what Riley’s up to now?” said Clint.

  Jed opened the door and stepped through. Instead of what he expected, Riley kissing or touching Victoria, he found her sitting in her new rocking chair. Riley, back to the room, chopped onions. His feet were bare.

  Clint took off
his boots, walked across the floor in his sock feet, and kissed Victoria’s cheek. “Why are your ears red, Ry?” He checked the wood box by the stove, then the water reservoir. Riley, head down, kept on chopping.

  Jed leaned a hand against the wall to shuck his boots. He straightened and looked around the room, taking it all in. His wife, rocking by the fire, her attention on something she was doing with her hands. One cousin helping with supper while the other made sure they had enough wood and water for the night.

  Their first night of a lifetime of true marriage, filled with love. He knelt beside Victoria and gently kissed the cheek she leaned toward him.

  “What’re you working on?”

  Her eyes smiled at him. “I was working by the sink when Riley came in. He put his hands on my waist, kissed my neck, and asked me to take care of his needs. I saw his big toe stuck out of his sock. Since he doesn’t have another pair, I said he could take over for me while I took care of him. So he’s chopping onions and I’m darning his socks. It’s not the need he was hoping I’d fix.”

  Jed looked at his right foot. His big toe stuck out, white against the gray socks. The left foot was wearing thin as well.

  “I had this hole the first day you got here,” he said, “and it’s been getting bigger since. What can I do so you can fix it?”

  She looked at his feet, and then Clint’s.

  “My toes are fine, it’s the heels that are worn out,” said Clint.

  “Don’t you have any socks without holes?”

  All three shook their heads. She set Riley’s socks and her darning egg and needle on the floor beside her.

  “In that case, we’d better go to town soon and get a few new pairs. I can use the wool from these ruined ones to mend the good ones when they need it.”

  Jed helped her to her feet. He leaned over and hugged her.

  “It’s my first night home, and I’m going to take the opportunity to hug my wife.”

  He held her warm body to his. Though his cock stirred, he didn’t want sex. At least, not right now. He wanted her comfort, her caring, her love. A shuddering sigh escaped, and he set her back. Jed kissed her forehead.