Logan’s hips shifted and he pushed up, fucking me from behind, pushing and pushing until he was buried balls deep and my bare bottom rested against his thighs.
Logan stilled and Ford let me go. I lifted
my mouth from his cock and raised my head to the ceiling, a soft cry escaping me. I was totally overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do.
Ford solved my problem. “Take my cock deep. Fuck me with your mouth the way you want Logan to fuck your pussy.”
I lowered my lips to the crown of Ford’s cock and Logan pulled out of me until just the top of him remained inside my wet heat. “That’s all you want, little girl?”
No, that was not all.
I wrapped one hand around the base of Ford’s cock and took him hard and fast, my mouth moving over him as fast and furious as I could take him in.
Behind me, Logan growled and fucked me the way I wanted, hard and fast.
Ford came first, his thick cum shooting down my throat as I kept moving on him.
When I released him, he lifted me, pulling me forward until my cheek rested on his chest, freeing Logan to fuck me harder and faster from behind.
With one long arm, Ford reached down beneath me and stroked my clit as Logan slammed into me over and over. The first orgasm rushed through me like a lightning strike, the pulsing spasms of my pussy walls all the more powerful because of the plug that filled my ass.
Logan slowed his pace, tilting his hips to hit a place inside me that made me come again before Logan finally filled me with his seed.
I collapsed when it was over. Logan left me and returned with a soft cloth he used to clean me, then brought me a drink, first a sip of whiskey, then cool water.
My caveman turned caretaker. He did not remove the butt plug. When I asked, Ford chuckled and said it was meant to prepare me to take both of them and needed to remain in me.
Since that was what I still wanted, I didn’t argue.
When we were all cleaned up and settled in a big heap of snuggling bodies on the bed, my men wrapped themselves around me, and I slept.
Chapter Ten
Elizabeth
Ever since we alighted from the stage in Hayes, my entire world had been turned upside-down. Perhaps it began when we left Omaha. Either way, this was the first time I felt in control of my life. It was silly really, but I was making pancakes. Pancakes and blueberry muffins, sliced ham, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs and a variety of other items for the morning meal.
We’d walked to Kane and Ian’s house where we had dinner the night before and I’d asked if I could help make breakfast. A big man with a thick Scottish brogue named Connor all but dragged me into the kitchen. Anne and Emily were helping him, but they graciously accepted my assistance. Anne was a little distracted with her son, Christopher, who did not take to waiting very well. At two, he sat at the kitchen table and had some sliced ham while the rest of the food cooked.
When I noticed the fire was a little high beneath the pancakes, Connor happily handed me his spatula. I’d been in front of the stove ever since, content.
“Don’t forget the butter, Connor,” I called over my shoulder.
“Did you used to run a boardinghouse?” Anne asked as she cut another piece of ham for Christopher.
“No. My uncle was very particular about his meals; all of the food had to be evenly hot.”
Emily paused before taking a platter from a sideboard. She laughed. “The men here only care that it’s tasty and plentiful.”
“Aye. We are not verra picky,” Connor added.
I stirred the potatoes, then added another dollop of lard to the pan.
“You seem to have adjusted well to becoming a bride,” Anne offered, a sly smile on her lips.
I turned pink, but it hopefully was hidden by the heat of the stove.
“I heard you were to marry a mean man and that Logan and Ford saved you.”