by Leah Braemel
If I hadn’t seen for myself what he was doing, how you enjoyed how rough he was…. There was no denying she’d been aroused by watching them in the barn. Nor could she have missed the love on Nate’s face when he dropped to his knees beside her, or his desire when he’d taken Jackson’s cock in his mouth. Instead of being horrified the way she thought she should be, the images that her imagination conjured of the three of them tangled together were provocative. Exciting. Decadent.
“Think about it, Sarah. Two men worried about nothing other than your pleasure. Two mouths to kiss you.” Jackson’s hand dropped from her jaw to cup her breast where his thumb stroked her nipple until it ached. “Two mouths to suckle these lovely breasts.”
He ground his growing erection against her mound. “Two men inside you, filling you.”
At the same time? How would that be possible?
As if sensing her confusion, Nate stepped behind her, pressed his erection against her behind. He dipped his head beside her ear, a hint of the brandy he’d been drinking lending an exotic essence to the moment. “Imagine us fulfilling your every pleasure, Sarah. Both of us.”
Her breath was hard to draw as they undulated in rhythm against her. Her head fell back against Nate’s shoulder, her breasts pressing into Jackson’s chest.
Jackson’s head dipped, his lips skimming over her cheek. His beard rasped her neck and ear when he captured Nate’s mouth. The passion between them as they kissed drove her breath from her. It was so right, so perfect.
They were both breathing hard by the time they parted.
“Did that bother you? Watching me kiss Nate?” Jackson’s eyes may have been hidden by shadows, but she could hear the anxiety in his voice, knew how important her answer was to him.
“No,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”
Jackson held out one hand to her while Nate captured the other. She let them lead her upstairs. Instead of turning into the bedroom she and Jackson shared, they continued down the hall and into Nate’s bedroom.
Despite the heat of the room, she shivered as they removed her dress and let it fall to the floor in a heap.
Jackson put a hand out and stroked her cheek. “Are you afraid?”
“No.” She looked from one to the other. She wanted this, she wanted them both. “Would you think badly of me if I said I was excited?”
He closed his eyes, but not before she saw the relief in them. “You’re a remarkable woman, Sarah. I’m lucky to have found you.”
“We’re both lucky,” Nate said quietly. He leaned over and caught Sarah’s lips—a hint of Jackson clung to him still. His kiss started out light then grew both in heat and need.
At first Sarah felt awkward. Then Jackson stepped behind her, his hands cupping her breasts and pulling her back against him until she found herself trapped between the two men once again. Beneath her head, Jackson’s heart pounded, his erection pressing into the cleft of her behind, telling her he was anything but jealous. Confident in his love, she gave herself over to Nate’s bold kiss.
Jackson bent his head forward and kissed her neck. One of his hands released her breast and slipped between her and Nate until he found the juncture of her thighs. His callused fingers parted her folds, stroked her tender flesh, his movement driven by the undulations of Nate’s hips against the back of his hand.
The love shared between the three of them flooded her, removed any doubt, sent her spirit soaring. Society be damned, how could she deny the love she had for them, or theirs for her and each other?
One hand resting on Nate’s behind, Sarah hooked her left hand behind her head and stroked Jackson’s shoulder. The change forced her breasts up. Nate broke off the kiss and dropped to suckle one of her nipples, using teeth and warm tongue to excite the hard bud. Jackson turned her head toward him and captured her mouth, taking Nate’s place, his kiss demanding, his breathing harsh. She couldn’t stop her moan when Nate dropped to his knees and nuzzled her mound.
Between Jackson’s fingers and Nate’s tongue, the two men brought her to a state of bliss where only their whispers, their touches and kisses existed. They lay her on the bed, Jackson lowering his head to her breasts, suckling and teasing while Nate lapped her labia. His sideburns and beard grazed the tender inner flesh of her thighs. He dipped a finger, then two into her slit until she writhed beneath him.
Jackson rolled from the bed long enough to ditch his trousers and shirt. When he returned, he secured her hands over her head and straddled her until his cock bumped against her lips. Her body and hands held in place by Jackson’s weight and Nate’s hands on her thighs should have left her feeling trapped. Instead, she found it freeing to be able to concentrate only on pleasuring Jackson while receiving pleasure herself.
Her body shaking with need from Nate’s caresses, Sarah lifted her head and slid her lips over Jackson’s cock, over the fat head and down the shaft. Jackson’s groan as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked on his shaft heightened the sensations within her own body. When she’d confessed to Jackson her darkest secrets, she’d never imagined she could be driven to such heights of carnality. That she was even capable of giving, and receiving, such sheer passion.
Unable to contain her orgasm any longer, she bucked against Nate’s mouth. A second later, Jackson’s cock swelled, hot streams of his seed shooting over the back of her tongue in steady pulses. She swallowed, desperate not to lose a single drop of his salty essence. Her head lifted from the pillow even as he attempted to withdraw his softening cock from her mouth, her tongue lapping the final drops from its head.
Her bones had softened, and her body sank into the soft feather mattress when he moved off her. In a dreamy state, she watched when Jackson turned to Nate and ran his hands over Nate’s glistening chest. Jackson didn’t take his eyes off her, but his breathing grew ragged and shallow.
Sarah’s nipples ached, and her body heated until she was sure she was about to combust when Jackson’s skilled fingers quickly undid the buttons of Nate’s fly and freed his erection. She was fascinated at the way Jackson’s hand engulfed the heavy shaft. But Nate’s eyes widened and he stiffened, his gaze fastened on Sarah.
“Ssssh, relax. Sarah enjoyed watching us in the barn that night. She needs to see us now too.” His voice was rough as he positioned himself behind Nate, his chest tight against Nate’s back, golden skin against pale contrasting in the candlelight. “Trust me, Nate.”
“Sarah?” Still Nate resisted.
She licked her lips, still tasting Jackson’s seed on them, when he tightened his grip on Nate’s cock and stroked from the thick hair at its base to the bulbous tip.
“He’s right,” she said. “I want to watch.”
Reassured, Nate slumped against Jackson’s chest. His hand closed over Jackson’s, and the two of them quickened their strokes.
“God, I’ve missed this, Jack.” Nate groaned, his eyelids heavy under Jackson’s ministrations. The head of his cock glistened as his seed started to leak from the tip. Entranced at the play of emotions over both their faces, Sarah watched, her breathing matching Nate’s pants.
“Sarah,” Jackson said, holding her in place with his gaze alone. “I want to take Nate while he’s in you.”
It wasn’t a question, yet she knew she held the power to say no. Not that she would have— could have—denied either of them. But there were other considerations. “Aren’t you worried I may end up carrying Nate’s babe instead of yours?”
A fire flared at the back of his eyes, not of jealousy but of pride. “Not at all.”
Nate touched her ankle, the only part he could reach. He stroked the inside flesh with a gentle assurance. “If we did conceive a child tonight, I would cherish and protect him with my dying breath. The same as I would protect you and Jackson.”
“But you’d never be able to claim it as yours.”
“Not publicly, but any child you bear, mine or Jackson’s, will be loved just as deeply, no matter which of us were the father.”
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bsp; “Sarah?” Jackson said. “It’s your choice.”
Heavens, it was positively wicked to consider the thought of lying with another man while her husband watched. Even more scandalous was the moisture gathering in her private places as she imagined it. But none of it mattered. “I want to do this.”
“Then come here for a moment. I’m going to need your help while I get us both ready.”
Not understanding what he needed to do to get ready, she rolled to her knees. Jackson curled her fingers around Nate’s cock until she learned the rhythm, and strength, he’d been using. While his cock was velvety hard like Jackson’s, his length and girth were different and it took a moment to position her hands to both their comfort.
Nate fastened his lips over a spot on her neck beneath her ear, his breath whispering over her skin in an erotic caress, his hips pumping his shaft into her hand. Using his hands and his body, he pressed her backward onto the mattress until he covered her like a blanket, his sex nestling against hers, the hair at his groin softer than Jackson’s against her mound.
A drawer opening in the table beside Nate’s bed drew Sarah’s attention to where Jackson was standing. He lifted a small jar from the drawer before closing it. Fascinated, she watched as he dipped his fingers into the jar then coated his cock with the oily cream it contained. Still holding the jar, he placed a knee on the mattress and smoothed several fingerfuls of the ointment along the crack of Nate’s backside.
Nate groaned when Jackson penetrated his rear entrance with his fingers. “Oh, God, yes.”
Against her mound, his cock hardened. A warm drop of his seed landed on her heated skin, rousing Sarah in a way she’d not thought possible.
Sarah lifted her hips, rubbing his cock along her folds, spreading her moisture until sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest. On one pass, the head of his cock slipped into her passage, and his whole body shuddered. He wasn’t as thick as Jackson, but he was slightly longer and he touched places deep inside when he slid fully into her.
She let out a gasp when he retreated slightly, the head of his cock rasping against a sensitive spot inside. “There. Right there.”
“He’s got to hold still for a moment, Sarah,” Jackson instructed as he removed his fingers and positioned his cock at the opening. “Nate, relax or this is gonna hurt.”
“Do it fast, because I’m not sure I can hold off much longer. Sarah’s so fuckin’ tight, and what you were doin’…I can’t hold back, Jack.” Nate’s voice was strangled, his eyes scrunched closed as if he were in pain.
Nate’s eyes opened wide when Jackson breached his body, then the two men held perfectly still. Though Sarah couldn’t see exactly what Jackson was doing, there was no denying the fierce look in his eyes, or the way Nate’s cock hardened inside her. No, she realized, it wasn’t pain he was in, but ecstasy.
The skin on Nate’s hips whitened as Jackson’s blunt fingers tightened their grip, and he eased back and began a slow rhythm. Each time he pulled away, Nate pulled back from her. As Jackson pressed back inside Nate’s body, Nate pressed into her pussy. In a strange way, Sarah felt as though it were Jackson fucking her instead of Nate. It took a few moments to work out a rhythm, yet they worked in a synchronicity that required no words.
Soon Nate was thrusting deep inside her, driven by Jackson behind him.
She struggled for breath with each stroke, the emotions of the evening, of lying with Nate at the same time as Jackson being forced to the background. The love they had for her and each other was clear. If she could do nothing else, she would return their love in any manner they asked. She concentrated on the sensations they aroused. The differences between Nate’s touch and Jackson’s. The sounds of the bed’s ropes creaking with each stroke, the wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh. The twin sets of deep groans above her. The spicy scent of their passion mingling on her skin.
Soon even those faded as Nate’s cock excited the tender tissues of her passage, building into an unbearable pressure that exploded in a mixture of light and heat.
She was barely aware of the pulses of warmth jetting deep inside as Nate followed her over the brink. A breath, maybe two later, and Jackson’s bellow joined Nate’s.
Astounded by the strength of his orgasm, Jackson pulled out of Nate. Beneath him, Nate sagged over Sarah, whose head lolled to the side, both of them gasping for breath. He touched his lips to Nate’s shoulder, then waited until Nate rolled off of her before pressing a light kiss on Sarah’s cheek. “Thank you.”
Sarah lifted a hand as if it were an effort and threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. If her touch was gentle, her expression was even softer, her eyes filled with love. “I love you.”
Tears prickling, threatening to spill, he closed his eyes and buried his face between her breasts. There was no way he could ever express what tonight meant to him. What a gift her acceptance of his proclivities had been.
He swallowed hard, once, twice, until he regained the control that threatened to flee. “I love you too, Sarah.”
His legs were as weak as a newborn calf’s as he walked over to the wash basin to clean himself. The possibilities, and the dangers, of what they’d done flooded his conscience. One night, he told himself. Just this one night, and then he’d talk to someone about buying the old Cain place. Because there was no way he could stay so close to Nate without wanting this every night.
After cleaning himself thoroughly, he grabbed a wash cloth, dampened it and returned to the bed. He found himself avoiding Sarah’s gaze as he cared for Nate. Would she want him touching her now she knew what he was? Though she’d seen Nate with his fist around his cock, seeing her husband fucking another man’s ass should have been enough to send any woman screaming into the night.
Keeping his gaze on Nate’s behind, he continued his ministrations. Sarah picked up the jar he’d placed back on the table and opened it. His breath caught in his chest when she sniffed it, then smoothed some between her fingers.
“I like the scent. Is that almond?”
“Yes.” Oh, God. With the washcloth scrunched in his fist, he dropped his eyes as soon as his gaze met hers.
Her fingers came into his field of view, rested on top of the back of his hand. “Jackson? Are you afraid I’m ashamed of you? Because I’m not.”
She pulled an edge of the washcloth from between his fingers until she’d freed it completely. After she’d tossed it back to the basin, she lifted his hand and pressed her lips against his knuckles in a kiss so tender, his chest ached.
“I love you, Jackson. I will always love you.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, burying his face in her hair. “I thought that now that you’d seen…now that you knew…”
“That I’d leave you? No,” she whispered. Her fingers smoothed over his back until his muscles relaxed. She drew him down to the bed to lie between both her and Nate. Two sets of hands, one male, one female, skimmed across his chest, two sets of lips caressed his nipples. They teased and comforted, exciting him while at the same time calming him, until he drifted off to sleep to the gentle murmur of their voices.
Jackson awoke, his body curled around Sarah, who still slept. At some point one of them must have turned down the oil lamp, or it had spluttered out during the night because the room was still dark. It took a moment to remember why they were in Nate’s bedroom instead of their own.
Then the memory of what they’d done, what they’d shared came flooding back.
Marveling that she’d accepted his desires without demur, he kissed the back of Sarah’s head. He’d never understand how he’d managed to get so lucky in finding a wife.
Two seconds later the bedroom door creaked open. The moonlight streaming down the hall outlined Nate’s figure in the doorway.
“Where are you going?” He kept his voice low in deference to the still sleeping Sarah.
Nate didn’t turn around. “My leg’s stiff, and I need to walk around for a bit. Besides, I f
igured you’d want some privacy.”
Considering what they’d done earlier, giving them privacy seemed incongruous, and as much as Nate’s comment about his leg rang true there was something else in his tone that bothered Jackson. “Is something wrong, Nate?”
“No.” Before Jackson could reply, Nate disappeared down the hall.
“Damn it.” He eased from Sarah’s side but there was no sign of Nate in the hall. Since he hadn’t heard Nate’s cane thump down the stairs, and he wasn’t in either of the other bedrooms, the only place left that Nate could have gone was onto the second story porch. His hunch was right. The moonlight limned Nate’s body in silver where he stood against the railing.
So much for needing to walk off the stiffness.
Nate spun away from him the second his fingers touched Nate’s shoulder. He grabbed for the railing before he lost his balance, but his cane fell through the wooden slats and landed on the ground below.
“Don’t touch me.” Nate held up his hand as a barrier to stop him from touching again. “For pity’s sake, just leave me alone.”
“Damn it to hell, man. What’s wrong?” His chest splitting wide, he forced himself to drop his hand when all he wanted to do was grab Nate and hold him close. “Do you regret tonight?”
Nate closed his eyes. “No. But I should never have agreed. It’s going to kill me when you leave.”
“Leave? Where am I going?”
“The McLeod place. It’s yours now. Yours and Sarah’s. Didn’t Sarah tell you?”
“No.” McLeod was dead? Why hadn’t Sarah told him? Because he’d kept her busy in the bedroom—in Nate’s bedroom—instead of listening to her.
“They found McLeod. He’s dead. Which means since Sarah’s technically his next-of-kin, she’s inherited his farm. You’ve got your own place, Jack.” Nate turned around so Jackson couldn’t read his face. Not that he needed to. From Nate’s slumped shoulders and the way his voice had fractured, Nate was holding on to his dignity with a slim thread that threatened to snap at any moment. “You have no reason to stay here anymore.”