I couldn’t believe she’d knocked on the door and agreed to marry us. She’d ridden to Bridgewater, to Kane and Ian’s house, specifically wanting us. Not to visit Olivia. When I’d come down the stairs and saw her standing there, heard the words, “I’ll fuck both of you,” from her lips, I’d been stunned. While I’d longed to hear a woman say those words, I’d never expected it to happen. It was hot as hell and absolutely scary.
Tyler had grown up knowing he had two fathers, that they married and shared his mother together. The dynamic of it was a way of life for him. I’d met all three of his parents and saw how well it worked, how the two men loved Tyler’s mother. They doted on her. Cherished her. Protected her.
I wasn’t worthy of a wife of my own, my background being shit. What woman—even a desperate widow—would want a convict for a spouse? I hadn’t had one parent, let alone three like Tyler.
But I wanted her and I’d told her as much. It didn’t mean that I would be good for her. I’d been selfish in my words, but I didn’t want any other man but Tyler and me to have her.
I felt better knowing that any bride I had would also have Tyler. Tyler’s customs—Bridgewater customs—protected Emily from me, from my past. If anything happened to me, she would be safe with Tyler.
After we left her the day before, I figured Tyler and I would have to woo her, perhaps even remain at Bridgewater for the appropriate length of time and court her. How the hell that was done, I had no idea. I could only hope that Tyler knew what to do. The direct approach hadn’t worked, for we’d watched her stomp off, all riled up from our conversation, and not in a good way. I’d probably fuck up a simple courtship since I wasn’t the wooing type. I’d told her straight out what we’d do to her and I feared I’d pushed it too far. I had been honest though. She’d known exactly what we were like.
But when she’d stood in the entryway, pretty as a picture and said she’d fuck us both, I almost came then and there in my pants. Between the two of us, I wasn’t the gentle one. I wouldn’t hurt Emily, no way in hell, but the darkness inside of me made me stern. Rough. Demanding. I was overwhelming and possibly even scary to someone as innocent and… fragile as Emily.
I’d lost control of my life when I’d been sent to jail. Now that I was free, I held that power in a tight grasp and refused to give it up to anyone, even a little slip of a woman. So when I’d pushed Emily up against the front door, dropped to my knees, stripped off her drawers and ate her sweet pussy, she knew right away that I wouldn’t be a tender lover.
When Tyler had taken his turn, it was the sight of her submitting so sweetly to his touch—she hadn’t even known she’d done it—that had me savoring the taste of her on my tongue. She’d come so beautifully, so completely, for him.
“Fuck,” I murmured, saddling up for the trip to town to get the sheriff. As justice of the peace, he’d seen to a Bridgewater wedding before and was familiar with the haste. “We need to hurry.”
I couldn’t wait to get back and have Tyler say the words. Make her legally his. She’d be mine as well. Just because the laws didn’t allow for two men to share a bride, it didn’t mean my honor wouldn’t commit me to her just as seriously.
“I know. Jesus,” Tyler replied. He ran a hand over the back of his neck and shook his head.
It wasn’t a surprise she’d agreed to marry Tyler. He was a man any woman could want. He was rich, powerful in the Montana Territory and ran a successful cattle business started by his two fathers. Women turned their heads in his direction as they passed and he was a skilled lover. The way he’d made Emily come was proof enough.
I shifted my cock to a more comfortable position as we mounted up, thinking about her face when she’d come. Emily had agreed to go visit Olivia while we went to town. She hadn’t been bothered by our haste and had been adamant the ceremony occur at Bridgewater. In fact, she wanted the legalities done as quickly as we did. Had her orgasm made her so eager for more?
“She said yes,” I said, surprise coating my words. I turned the horse toward town and squeezed my thighs to get the horse into motion.
Tyler turned his head and grinned. He rode up beside me. “She said yes. I can still taste her.”
She tasted sweet, like honey, but musky and almost decadent. She was like the finest whiskey; I wanted more.
“You should have seen her face when she came. She’s so fucking beautiful.”
Tyler groaned. “I don’t think her husband took care of her.”
I shook my head. There was no way that man pleasured her in bed. The way she responded to us, so easily and with such surprise, it was as if she’d never come for a man before. If that were the case, she now had a hint of what it would be like later, after the short ceremony.
Good thing her asshole husband was dead, for I’d kill him all over again. I didn’t care if I went back to jail. Emily didn’t deserve to be with a drunk who didn’t treat her well. She deserved orgasms every day from her men. “She’d been surprised that we would take her up against the wall.”
“Or during the daytime.”
“Or with our mouths.”
My cock was hard again. Fuck. I spurred my horse to a faster pace. “We have much to teach her. Tonight.”
EMILY
Tyler and Xander had escorted me to Olivia’s house, but allowed me to go to the door on my own. They were eager to go to town and return with the sheriff to perform the ceremony. When I’d said yes to marrying them, I hadn’t expected it to happen immediately. But after what they’d done to me—God, I still felt the after-effects of their attentions—perhaps it was a good idea. I wore no drawers, Xander had tucked them somewhere I couldn’t find, and I was wet between my thighs. Sensitive. Achy.
A quick marriage was a good thing, but not in town. I hadn’t wanted to return there for it. What if Ralph saw me? What if he told the men of what I’d done? They wouldn’t marry me then and surely the sheriff would toss me directly into the jail cell. What man would want to marry a killer? If they didn’t marry me, I didn’t know what I’d do. Damn Frank. He might even ruin what could be between Tyler, Xander and me. The way my… pussy tingled, I had a fair idea of what that might entail.
They offered up a gentle stroke of fingers down my cheek before going to saddle their horses in the stable. I took a few moments to myself, the two of them overwhelming not only my body, but my thoughts as well. I lingered outside of Olivia’s
house in the bright sunshine, thinking. About them.
I’d worried they wouldn’t want me, but that had been for nothing. They hadn’t just agreed, they’d taken over. They’d been controlling and bossy and had made good on their word about how they would take me. I’d thought after we’d marry, not right then up against the front door. My… pussy contracted at the memory of their mouths on me there. I had no idea that was even possible, or that a man could put his finger in my bottom, as Xander had done. Oh, it had all felt so good. Everything they’d done had been… incredible.