by Vanessa Vale
“Did you like James cleaning up that messy, needy pussy?” Jonah asked. He was still stroking his cock through his pants, and her eyes fell to the motion.
I rose to my full height, and she looked to the strain of my cock as well. I was truly testing the seams of the fabric, for I’d never been so hard.
“I am not the only one in need,” she breathed. She looked up at me with those pale eyes. “You gave me pleasure with your mouth. Does it work for you as well?”
My eyes fell closed, and I groaned at the very thought of those full lips stretched wide around me. I nodded once, and she dropped to her knees with haste.
Fuck.
She’d come twice in a short time, and yet she was eager for more. Yes, our kitten was insatiable and eager to please.
Her little hands came up to the placket of my pants, and I stepped back, not to get away, but to lean against the last pew. I needed support if she followed through with her obvious intentions.
She crawled on her knees following—like the kitten she was—then her hands got busy again. “Fuck,” I growled as she opened the placket and pulled me out. It fell free, thick and heavy, fluid beading the tip, into the palm of her hand.
Kneeling, my cock was directly in front of her face, just inches from that mouth.
“Have you ever seen a cock before?” Jonah asked, moving to stand right beside her. He leaned down to talk close to her ear.
She shook her head and stared at me. I wasn’t small, far from it. Her hand couldn’t wrap all the way around the base. A spurt of cum came out, dripped down the broad crown and she gasped.
“Lick it up,” Jonah told her. “That’s all for you.”
Her little pink tongue flicked out and caught the pearly drop. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.
With half-lidded eyes, I watched her. Her gaze lifted to mine, perhaps to see if I was pleased. The sight of her, on her knees before me, my cock in her hand, had my balls drawing up.
I reached out and stroked her hair.
“Open wide and take him in. Good, like that. Swirl your tongue about it like you would a sucker,” Jonah directed. “Such a good girl taking James’ big cock.”
Jonah and I had never done anything like this, claimed a woman together before. Never seen each other unclothed. Our mutual interest was Tennessee, nothing else. So having him see my cock, having him watch our woman suck me off left me unaffected. It was the cavern and sweet suction of Tennessee’s mouth that had me on the brink.
She moaned around me and I was going to come. I’d been hard all day, hell, for two years and her untried mouth would be my undoing.
Jonah stepped back, leaned against the wall to watch our woman be a good cocksucker.
It didn’t take long. Fuck, I was like an untried youth. “I’m going to come,” I said, tugging on her hair, pulling her onto me a touch more. Her eyes widened, but remained on mine. “It’s all for you. Swallow.”
The need to release broke and my balls emptied, cum spurting forth into her waiting mouth. My hips bucked and I growled. She made a funny sound of surprise at the first spurt of my seed, but I felt her throat work as she took it all, swallowing again and again. There was so much, as if I’d saved it for her.
I had.
The pleasure was intense, my knees locking so I didn’t fall to the floor. It was possible I went blind for a second, my brain going blank, like a chalkboard wiped clean. If my heart was as bad as the doctor said, it would have stopped. But it would be an incredible way to go.
“Fuck,” I groaned, petting her head as I finished, the last of my cum landing on her tongue. She licked me as I had her, cleaning my still hard cock of any remaining seed. She sat there, looking up at me, all sweet and… incredible. The wild and feisty nature of earlier was replaced by sweet satisfaction. I stroked her hair, brushed my knuckles down her flushed cheek.
“What of Jonah?” I asked. “As our wife, you will please both of us.”
She turned her head toward him. His cock was out and he was stroking it. His stance was relaxed as he leaned against the wall, but I knew he was anything but. His balls had to be killing him with the need to be emptied.
In Tennessee.
She crawled across the floor to him, her eyes on his hand sliding up and down his length. “Sir?” she asked, a sly, little smile spreading on her face.
“Fuck,” he murmured, watching her and reacting to that one word. I was getting hard again at her action, at how she submitted to him. I willed my need back, tucked my cock away. It was Jonah’s turn now.
She stopped directly before him, sat up on her knees and put her hand on top of his, learning how he liked to be stroked. Her tongue flicked out, licked the tip. The sight of her, pleasing Jonah, was a sight I’d never forget.
The door to the church opened, startling all of us.
I came out of my slouch against the pew, Tennessee pulled back from what she’d been doing. Only Jonah didn’t offer much of a reaction at the minister’s sudden appearance. The older man, whom I’d met on various occasions over the past few years, entered and took in the scene. Rain poured down behind him, the storm far from over outside.
While neither Jonah or I had any issues with what we were doing, the man of God no doubt would. Jonah’s cock was out, hard and glistening from the initial few licks of her tongue, directly in front of a kneeling Tennessee.
“Reverend, what are you doing here?” I asked him, walking over and taking Tennessee’s hand to help as she hastily stood. Jonah put his cock away, fixed his pants.
It was a silly question, for it was his church. We were the trespassers, but I was sure we were welcome to take refuge from the storm.
Clearly, I still wasn’t thinking clearly after emptying my balls into Tennessee’s eager mouth. Jonah had yet to say a word.
The minister was a devout man, but he was also practical. He was familiar with the ways of the world, of the roughness of the Montana Territory. While he probably wasn’t going to condemn me to hell, he was definitely going to see the right thing done by Tennessee.
Which had been my plan all along, but not with Jonah. Fuck, Jonah had been the one caught with his pants down. Not me. I doubted the minister knew of the Bridgewater way, and I doubted he’d believe me if he did.
I glanced at Jonah, who offered a small shrug, but was far from panicked. What else could he do? Tennessee kept her gaze downward as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“James, good to see you, even under such… unusual circumstances. Jonah, as well. I was going to say I was here to work on my sermon for Sunday,” the minister said. “But after what I just witnessed, I think the answer is obvious. Jonah is going to be married.”
6
TENNESSEE
My ears rang from the gunshot, even after I instinctively covered them with my hands. I stood, wide-eyed, unbelieving. He’d killed him. I’d never seen a dead person before, but I knew my father was gone. From one second to the next. The wound to the center of his chest had bled at first, then when his ragged breathing stopped, so had the red stain that spread across his shirt. His eyes, the same fair blue as mine, stared vacantly at the ceiling.
“Do you want to be next?” he asked, turning his gaze toward me.
I’d thought Mr. Grimsby attractive. At first. But now, his physical appearance could not hide the evil within.
I shook my head.
“Then you better hope your scarred friend returns promptly, and with a great deal of money.” He beckoned one of his men to his side.
We were in his study, full of opulence befitting the owner of a copper mine. It was all an illusion, just as my father had painted me. He was a lie, and I had been, too. I wasn’t a railroad heiress. I wasn’t even an heiress.
“Go to Fargo,” he told him. “Find Georgia and Virginia Bennett. Kill them if you don’t receive a wire from me.”
His words spurred me into action. “What? No!” I cried, stepping closer, then realizing I didn’t want to b
e near him. “My sisters have nothing to do with this.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “They do now. Go.” He said the last to his henchman, who nodded, then left the room.
I sat up with a start, the nightmare fresh, Mr. Grimsby’s words echoing in my head. I’d fallen asleep, but I had no idea where I was, the room only lit by the barest sliver of the moon. My skin was damp with sweat, my heartbeat thrumming at my neck.
I was not alone. Someone beside me stirred, set a hand on my arm. I screamed.
“Easy, Kitten,” a deep voice said.
Kitten.
James. He was in bed with me.
It all came back to me in a rush. The escape from Mr. Grimsby, the saloon in Butte, James and Mr. Wells. No, not Mr. Wells. Jonah, for I’d married him.
Caught on my knees before Jonah doing… good lord, naughty things, we’d had no choice but to wed. It had been their intention all along, but this had obviously moved things up a bit.
I’d barely been able to look Jonah in the eye, let alone the minister for having been caught sucking Jonah’s cock. Beyond mortifying! I’d been thinking about how he felt against my tongue, his taste—different than James’—his girth when the door had burst open. I had the flavor of James’ seed on my tongue but Jonah in my mouth.
I had been so, so naughty. And yet, they hadn’t spanked me for it. Hadn’t scolded me. The opposite in fact. They’d praised me, petted me like the kitten they called me. I’d never felt that way before. As if we had a connection that went deeper, clearly more intimate, than any I’d known before.
And I’d reveled in it. Savored it, and their pleasure at my actions.
Until the minister arrived. Then… then I was married. I’d told James and Jonah I’d wanted to be asked. Our actions—mine included because I’d been just as eager—had dismissed that. We were married. Period.
The ceremony had been swift, and we’d left the church as soon as the rain stopped. James had held me upon his lap for the ride to his ranch. James, not Jonah, proving they did both intend to be my husbands. I must have fallen asleep on the journey—it had been an eventful day—and didn’t remember arriving, being carried to bed, or even James settling beside me.
I tried to calm my breathing, to still my racing heart as James pulled me into his arms and I went, happily. He’d held me upon his lap as we rode, but this was different. We were in bed and this hold wasn’t to keep me from falling off a horse. He wanted me in his arms. He was offering comfort and I took it, like a plant taking in water after a drought. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been held and reassured. It felt so good, and it seemed I craved it as much as their carnal touch.
I felt a rush of guilt at this. Was I worthy of this affection? I’d done so many wrong things, some of them to James himself, and he was comforting me. Me! The woman who’d had him punched in the face and knocked unconscious. The one he’d wanted to marry, then ended up seeing married to his friend instead.
And yet, I was in his arms. Was his desire for me unconditional?
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“For waking me?”
I shook my head and tilted my chin up so I could look at him. It was too dark to see more than an outline of him, but I knew he had a black eye. I cupped his cheek with my palm. “For this. I… I didn’t mean to have you hurt.”
He sighed. “I admit, I went about this all wrong. I see now why you were wary.”
He didn’t apologize for the spanking; I’d deserved it. The pleasure they’d given me directly after showed they were more than just… mean. Their punishment had been deserving and well-intentioned. The orgasm that had followed was their way, perhaps, of making amends for it.
The bedroom door creaked open and Mr. Wells… Jonah appeared, breaking me from my thoughts. He held an oil lamp, the yellow light brightened the room, although there were plenty of shadows, dark spots where the dream lingered.
The room was large, but sparse. The bed was brass, the quilt a dark green and blue. The walls were painted white and I knew with the two windows on one wall, it would be bright during the day. It was nothing like Mr. Grimsby’s mansion. This was… simple. Plain. Stark, even.
“I heard the scream. Are you all right?” Jonah asked, coming around the bed to sit so I was between the two of them. He set the oil lamp on the table beside the bed and turned to face me. Both of them were concerned for me.
God, had I been so wrong? Had I been so jaded by Father’s desires that I lost track of my own?
“Did you dream of your father?” James asked.
I didn’t correct him.
“I’m so sorry he was killed,” he added.
I thought about Father, how I felt about his death. “Father was driven by his gambling obsession. He owed so much money. He saw me only as a way to settle his debts.”
“By marrying you to a wealthy man,” Jonah said.
“Yes, for money, not affection.” I met Jonah’s eyes. “As you’re well aware, that plan ended with disastrous results.” In my mind, I saw Father’s dead body sprawled on Mr. Grimsby’s carpet. “He didn’t love me. He never did. He didn’t send me to finishing school to further my education; it was his attempt to get me in front of the rich copper mine owners. I’m sorry he’s dead, but I am content to be rid of him.”
“He used you harshly,” James replied. “If he were alive, I’d kill him all over again.”
Those words, while holding a tinge of danger, somehow warmed me. James would protect me, even from my own father. I felt… good. Happy, even, at the comfort he provided. That he was angry for me. For the first time, I realized how pleased I was to have them beside me. I was safe. I wasn’t in Mr. Grimsby’s large mansion. No henchmen lurked. No one would get to me here, not only on the Carr Ranch, but between James and Jonah.
“I am married to you, so why… why am I in bed with James?” I wondered.
James stiffened for a moment, but kissed the top of my head, squeezed me. “You may be legally wed to Jonah, but you are still mine. I consider myself your husband even though he said the vows. In fact, our intention was for you to be wed to me instead, but I was a few minutes too early to guarantee that. It didn’t matter to the minister my seed lingered on your tongue and was filling your belly, only that Jonah’s cock was in your mouth.”
I looked at Jonah, who didn’t seem bothered I was in James’ arms even though he was the one who’d stood in front of a minister and repeated vows of death do us part. They were adamant I belonged to both of them and being in James’ bed was perhaps a way for them to prove that. It would take some adjusting, being married to two men. Married. This was just what Father had wanted, me wed. Except, they weren’t rich. They were ranchers. I couldn’t ask them for money to go to Fargo, when it was most likely needed for food and supplies. Besides, after what I’d done to James in Butte, I doubted they’d let me out of their sight, let alone travel to North Dakota. They’d watched me put myself in enough tenuous situations… in one day… I doubted they’d let me go track down a dangerous man intent on murdering my sisters.
James ran a hand over my back, the touch gentle, the motion soothing. Dawn had yet to come, and I was in bed with my husbands. Husbands! I looked down at myself.
“Why am I still dressed?” I asked, confused.
I wore the garment I’d donned at Mr. Grimsby’s. Oh, so much had happened. No wonder I’d slept so deeply. Was it because I knew, deep down, I had James beside me, that I could truly rest for the first time in a week?
“We did not have our wedding night,” James commented.
“Yes, a groom likes his bride awake when he sees her body for the first time, and then claims her,” Jonah added.
He was… dear lord, only wearing his pants. No jacket, no shoes, no shirt. His body was lean, but well-muscled. Dark hair was upon his chest, tapering into a line that went into the top of his pants. The placket was open as if he’d hastily dressed.
I’d never seen a man partially clothed before
. I’d seen both of their cocks, had them in my mouth, but they’d remained fully clothed at the time.
I turned to look at James. He lay beside me, propped up on an elbow, both of us above the blanket. He, too, was just in his pants. Where Jonah was fair, James was dark. The hair on his arms was almost black in the low light, his skin tan. They were rugged ranchers. Cowboys. I knew Jonah’s stern commands, his focused spanking, yet his touch had been gentle as he’d helped me climax.
I blushed furiously thinking about how wanton I’d been. I’d all but begged for more. And they’d given it to me.
I’d never felt like that before, and I wasn’t talking about the decadent pleasure. I felt… free, as if these two had let something loose I hadn’t even known had been within. I hadn’t thought of my troubles. I hadn’t thought of what was proper. I hadn’t thought of anything except James and Jonah, giving in to their every demand. And while I’d resisted all day long to such constraint, in this case, it had empowered me.
Set me free.
We were no longer in Butte. Or in a church. No one would interrupt us. Both men had said they wouldn’t claim me until we married. We were now.
I’d imagined what it would be like with my husband, how he’d climb atop me and put himself inside me. At school, my friends had whispered about how it worked, but none of us had any real clue, only that a man’s member went inside a woman. Feelings hadn’t been mentioned. Pleasure had never been a word used.
But after yesterday’s… activities with James and Jonah, being with a man was so much more than I’d ever imagined. Obviously, it wasn’t done just in a bed. It wasn’t always done at night, in the dark. And for me, it wasn’t done with just one man.
It was dark now. It was still my wedding night. I couldn’t forget how they’d made me feel, how they’d looked, sounded, behaved.
I remembered the way I’d taken James’ cock into my mouth. The hot, hard feel of it against my tongue, how it had been so big I’d opened up so wide. The musky taste, the large quantity of his tangy seed I’d had to swallow. While I’d been on my knees, his fingers tangled in my hair guiding me as he wanted, I’d been the one to make him lose control. The calm eagerness in Jonah’s gaze as I’d done the same until we’d been interrupted.
