by Selena Kitt
I stood and watched as Anne wiggled her hips, trying to adjust to the feel of the plug filling her. The round piece that remained outside of her was a perfect reminder of our possession and I had to adjust my cock in my pants. Andrew slipped his fingers lower and brushed over her clit. She stiffened briefly, then wiggled her hips again as he continued his ministrations. He brought her to climax as he whispered carnal words in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved seeing the plug in her ass. Quickly, she cried out her pleasure and I would never tire of how she looked when we gave it to her. Never.
Andrew wiped his hands on a cloth, then helped Anne stand. Her dress dropped to the floor and she tried not to squirm. Lowering his head, Andrew kissed her. Thoroughly. When he lifted his head, Anne's eyes were foggy with desire. Replete from the orgasm he'd just given her.
"It's time."
While the lusty haze diminished, I knew that every step we took down the hallway, one of us on either side of her, that she was feeling our possession, inside and out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ANNE
When I ran away from my father the other day, it had been an attempt to avoid marrying Mr. Atherton. It was my final act of defiance before I was forced into that loveless marriage. Little did I know that within two hours, I would indeed be married. Married to the two men who had piqued my interest on deck. Attraction was one thing, but immediate marriage was another. Since then, I'd been well and truly fucked. They'd taught me first that word and it had stuck, for it wasn't fumbling under the covers in the dark. In fact, they'd never once allowed me to hide my body in the dark, unless it had been to sleep after they'd filled me with their seed. Then, I was naked and between them.
I was married to two men. They hadn't left me alone once. One of them had always been with me, seeing to my needs, whether it be hunger or desire or a bath or sleep. Just as they'd said, I felt cherished and while I didn't love them yet, I knew—bone deep—that they would never hurt me. I was truly the center of their world.
Unfortunately, our world had only been the four walls of Andrew's cabin. Walking down the hall for the first time in two days prompted me that my father waited, but this time, I had Andrew and Robert flanking me. Nervous, I knew that they would protect me.
The deck was crowded with passengers disembarking and porters wheeling baggage. With a hand at my elbow, Andrew guided me down the steep ramp until we were on solid ground. New York. The dock was even more crowded than the ship and for a brief moment I thought that we could get away without gaining my father's attention. That was not to be.
"Anne."
It wasn't my name that had me cringing, for Robert and Andrew had said it often enough with their rough growls of pleasure. It was the sharp tone.
My feet stopped working and Andrew's hand on my arm tugged me forward a step before he stopped, too. Robert was a few feet away. As I turned, I tucked a curl behind my ear that had come loose from the breeze off the water.
My father looked as mean and miserable as always, but with two days' reprieve, I saw now that he was not just protective as I used to believe, but self-serving. He'd been just biding his time with me until I could fulfill a purpose for him. That had been to marry Mr. Atherton, and I'd failed him in that.
"Hello, Father."
Andrew pulled me behind him and I had to peek around his shoulder to see my father.
He barely gave Andrew a glance. He didn't notice Robert at all.
He looked frustrated that his access to me was impeded. "The hansom is waiting."
My heart beat in my chest so hard I assumed he could see it. "I'm not going with you."
"You heard Anne. She's not going with you," Andrew repeated.
He looked to Andrew then with blatant hatred. "We will talk about your behavior when we get home. You've had your two days to run wild. I've spun it so that Mr. Atherton is more eager than ever to have you."
"Spun what, Father?" I had an idea, but I wanted him to say it aloud.
"That your true nature came to light before the marriage and he does not need to treat you as… gently as before."
I felt Andrew's hand tighten on my elbow as he pushed me back further. He widened his stance as I watched Robert's fists clench at his sides. "What are you insinuating, sir?"
In his dress uniform, Andrew looked so serious and foreboding, especially when a man spoke dishonorably about me.
My father took two steps toward us so our conversation wasn't overheard. Robert moved closer, blocking me from any chance of my father touching me. This was the first time someone had protected me. Their ferocity was obvious to those skirting around us to disembark. Just as they'd promised, I felt protected and cherished.
"That she had two days to fuck some randy soldiers."
Robert took a step toward my father, anger radiating from his body. I now knew how fierce he'd look in battle. My father cowed and took a step backward.
I tugged at Andrew's arm, trying to get around him to confront my father. His words were… cruel, and insinuated that Andrew was not honorable. He had more honor than my father had in his little finger. Worried, I glanced up at Andrew. He was grinning. "That's true," he replied.
My father's face turned a mottled red. His interest in the business arrangement with Mr. Atherton must have outweighed his self-preservation, for he reached for me.
"You will get in the hansom. Now," he hissed.
Andrew put his arm up to block him, not that there was any chance he'd reach me, and Robert grabbed my father by the lapels of his coat and walked him over to the railing.
"You can walk down the ramp by yourself or I can help you off the ship a much faster way," Robert said, pushing his shoulders back so my father was tilted slightly over the side.
"I'm her father," he blustered. "She has no choice but to obey me."
"I'm her husband and she has to obey me," Andrew countered.
I'd never seen my father so stunned in my life. He was always in control, always the one with the power. In that moment, he had none. His plans for me were gone. I was gone. I clenched down on the plug in my bottom. While uncomfortable and a tad ridiculous, it was a reminder that I belonged to Andrew and Robert. It reminded me that they had put it there, that they cared about me and cherished me and would protect me from this man.
"You married him?" My father's words hissed out of closed lips. Robert let him go and he leaned against the rail, this time for support. Perhaps his defeat was finally becoming apparent.
I nodded. "The captain on ship performed the ceremony two days ago."
"Is everything all right here?" The man who'd barged into the cabin while the men were… oh God. He was here, standing at military attention and looking at my father as if he were the enemy he needed to run through with a bayonet. Beside him were three other men, equally large, equally dangerous looking. None wore uniforms, but I knew just from their bearing that they'd served.
Robert remained directly beside my father, ready to toss him over the edge if he so much as breathed the wrong way. I had not just Andrew and Robert, but four other men to fight my battle for me.
"This is Anne's father," Andrew said. "The man who put bruises on my bride."
The line of men stood even taller, even more imposing. One of them clenched their fists, another took a step toward Father and he slid sideways down the railing, eyes wide with fear.
"He was offering his best wishes on my marriage and saying goodbye," I said, my chin up. I was exhilarated that I could stand up to the man who'd controlled my life. I would not cower any longer, so I came out from behind Andrew, who settled his large hand on my shoulder. I knew it to be a casual gesture, but if there was any kind of danger, he'd have me behind him before I could blink.
I knew he and Robert wished bodily harm on my father for hurting me, but he would not do it here. Not in uniform, and not where attention could be drawn.
"You hurt her?" Robert asked, his voice cold. He'd seen the bruises, so he knew the ans
wer, but that didn't mean he wouldn't taunt and put the fear of God into my father. "Should we kill him here or take him somewhere else to do it?"
"There are too many witnesses here, boys." Kane crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's find somewhere else. Quieter."
"Yes, quieter," Robert agreed.
Father's jowls wobbled and in one last bit of bluster, he pointed at Robert, then Andrew. "This isn't over."
"It is over," Andrew repeated. "She's mine now. Leave. You didn't want her anyway."
"I wanted her for Atherton." Desperation coated his words. I wondered if his business arrangement would fall through without me.
"And I just want her," Andrew said, his words breaking through all my anger, all the years of disappointment of never being enough for my father.
With one final glance, my father turned on his heel and walked away, the crowd quickly swallowing him up. I knew I would never see him again.
I wilted into Andrew and he put his arm around me. Robert came to stand beside us and stroked a knuckle over my cheek. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice soft.
Nodding, I looked up at them both.
"Do ye want us to kill him, lass?" The red-haired man looked to me with a gleeful eagerness. I couldn't help but smile.
"No. With all of you about, I doubt he'll bother me again."
Andrew and Robert glanced at each other, then nodded. "Bridgewater."
I frowned at Robert's single word.
"You'll join us then?" Kane asked.
"We will. Anne's right. At Bridgewater, we can all protect her."
"Bridgewater?" I asked.
"We are going to the Montana Territory to buy land and start a ranch. A large ranch where we can live in peace." Kane glanced at the red-haired man. "Like Andrew and Robert, Ian and I hope to find our bride."
Kane and the red-haired man planned to share a bride!
"We, too, will share a bride. In time." One of the others, dark and with a beard, pointed to the last man, who nodded.
Andrew's hand slid down my back in a reassuring gesture, then lower still, to pat my bottom where the plug was lodged. "Soon, sweetheart, Robert and I will share you," he whispered in my ear. "Completely."
Robert looked deeply into my eyes and asked the only question that mattered. "We told you about moving west to ranch. We want to join these men in the Montana Territory. Will you like a quiet life with two ranchers?"
Did I want a new life? Did I want to go to the Montana Territory with two husbands and a band of men looking for a bride willing to accept their unconventional customs?
Did I want Andrew and Robert forever?
Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted everything they were offering. I wanted Robert's unabashed dominance. I wanted his powerful hands on my body, his strength, his intensity. I wanted Andrew's calm demeanor. I wanted his focused attentions. I wanted his eagerness and desperation. For me. I wanted everything they were.
"Yes."
With that one word, I rid myself of my old life and, as we stepped from the boat, it was the beginning of our journey to Bridgewater.
The End
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Chapter One
The unyielding concrete floor bit painfully into her palms and abraded her knees, as she knelt on all fours, still, she kept her position. Her nose itched, but she didn't dare scratch it. It wasn't as if she could, anyway, caged in as she was in the confined space. She would be done if she could only wiggle in a bit farther and squeeze her arm between the frame and the wall up ahead. Lifting one hand, she balanced carefully, slowly inching forward while ignoring the horizontal support brace digging into her ribs. Grunting, she stretched, only a little more…
A sudden loud bang behind her made her jump. It was immediately followed by a firm crack and a low moan of pain from her lips as her head connected solidly with the solid wood panel above her. Her free hand came up to rub the throbbing spot on the back of her head.
After a moment of dizziness, she blinked, trying to clear the bright dots in front of her eyes. The floorboards creaked behind her. She twisted her neck, peering over her shoulder and past her hip to a pair of long, muscular legs in crisply pressed khakis and a pair of gleaming black Oxfords. Mentally, she cursed, instantly recognizing the uniform of an officer.
Could this be more embarrassing?
"Cassie? Do you need help?" Low and smooth, the rich timbre of his wonderful baritone was like velvet along her skin. It was also familiar.
Crap! Maybe she could pretend she didn't hear him call her name and he'd go away. Except the legs moved just as she thought that, knees bending as the man squatted down and peered into the hole where she was cringing in embarrassment.
"Cassie?" he repeated, this time with an edge of concern in his tone.
Curse her bad luck. No one had been scheduled in the simulator today, so she felt comfortable enough to kick off her shoes. Never did she think someone would walk in and find her barefoot, with her big butt poking out from under the furniture. And of all the people on the huge naval base, why did it have to be Commander Flynn Dalton?
Tall, with a strong athletic build, and so fit she doubted there was an ounce of fat on his gorgeous, muscular body, the commander had haunted her daydreams and invaded her fantasies since coming to work at Coronado six months ago. His handsome face, with its quick-silver smile that flashed brilliant white against his golden-brown skin, tanned from time spent in the southern California sunshine made her shiver. He had a dimple in one cheek and she'd noticed in the short time she'd worked with him, that it popped out when he smiled, or when he clenched his jaw, a telltale sign that he was angry, usually at one of the trainees. His dark steel gray eyes had unusual flecks of deep cobalt, and were framed by long silky black eyelashes that any woman would die for. They matched the regulation length hair, long enough for a lover to run her fingers through in the height of passion. It was also black, jet-black. In fact, it was so dark, it gleamed with hints of blue in
the right light.
"You're holding your head, darlin'. Are you hurt?"
Realizing she had been staring at him like an idiot without saying a word, she forced a reply. "I smacked my head on the desk, but not that hard. I'm okay."
"Come out and we'll have a look." Although worded softly, it wasn't a request. Used to being obeyed by the men under him, Flynn held out his hand expecting her compliance as well.
"I just need to change out this power cord." With a grunt, she searched around for the three-pronged plug she'd dropped while clutching her aching, spinning head. Once she had it in hand, she stretched her short arm to its maximum length while squeezing it through the narrow space between the table legs. Moving the workstation out would have been so much easier than crawling on the dirty, dusty floor; however, it was made of heavy wood and metal, and she hadn't been able to budge it. Now she needed only another half inch. Straining, she ignored the sharp edge of the table leg digging into her flesh as she at last slid the plug into the outlet.
Done, she let out a heavy sigh. Next came extricating herself without further embarrassing herself, while he watched. She'd much rather stay in the cubbyhole until he left, but he obviously came to the lab for a reason. Having no other excuse to hide from him and knowing she would seem even more foolish to be cowering under the desk, she began to inch out of the cramped, wire and cord cluttered opening.
She soon realized that backing up blindly was much harder than getting in. As her knees scraped along the hard concrete floor, she bumped her elbow again, the other one this time, sending a sharp pain up her arm to her shoulder.
"Funny bone my ass," she grumbled, while she hissed in pain.
"Let me move the desk."
"No. I've got it." Moving again with more caution, she stopped suddenly as something tugged on her hair. Reaching up, she found her ponytail had become snagged on a wire that hung down from overhead.