The mare snorted and lifted her head, but kept her eyes fixed on our wife. A moment later, she relaxed and allowed Maddy to stroke her face. “That’s a good girl,” she crooned. “Behave now.”
“Unnatural,” I muttered, finally getting my girth tightened on my recalcitrant gelding before attaching the satchel filled with Maddy’s borrowed clothes to the back of the saddle. As usual, the horse danced out of reach when I tried to mount.
“No,” she replied, taking my horse’s head. She spoke to him in a singsong murmur, making him still and focus on her. “Anyone can calm a horse. You just need to have the right tone.”
When I was finally in the saddle, she returned to her stallion and made a strange gesture with her hand. To our shock, the animal lowered himself to his front knees, allowing Maddy to climb on as pretty as you please, her skirts arranged to cover her legs. She let out a short chirp and the horse stood. He barely looked twice at Caleb’s mare.
Scowling at her, Caleb shook his head. “Justin is right. That’s fair unnatural. Where’s your bridle?”
“I think it must have gotten left on the train,” she replied. “But I don’t need it. Shall we go home?”
“Maddy, you need a bridle,” he said sternly. “It’s bad enough you don’t have a saddle. Why don’t you sit in the hotel while I run home and get tack for you?”
I almost offered to let her ride double with me, but I didn’t trust either of our horses to carry her safely.
She let out a sigh and shook her head. “I’m truly fine. I’ll rummage your barn for tack later. Will that suit you?”
“Let’s let her do as she likes,” I murmured to Caleb. “We’ll put a rope on the stallion and lead him. When we get her home, we can teach her to mind us better.”
I had no intention of using physical punishment on our wife, but I was more than happy to deny her physical delight until she obeyed us. Heat rose in my loins at the idea of keeping her dripping and needy until she learned not to be so danged willful.
“Too late.” He pointed up the street heading north out of town. Maddy was already trotting away, using her hands and feet to guide her horse as neat as anything.
I chuckled and shook my head. She’d managed to escape while I’d been thinking of how she looked while we fucked her. “Well, we wanted someone who had a good hand with horses.”
To my surprise, our horses didn’t fight us and seemed happy to follow her. Aside from that, we got to watch her pretty bottom all the way home. We had plans for that backside. Sensing my inattention, my horse danced a jig, reminding me to keep my mind on business.
When we reached the ranch, my chest eased as she passed under the wooden sign marking our property. We’d gotten her home safely, but I still worried she wouldn’t like it. She was a fine lady, despite her initial appearance as a man, and had obviously come from money, something Caleb and I didn’t have in great abundance.
She dismounted and smiled as she gazed at the snowcapped peaks in the distance, framed in azure blue sky. “It’s beautiful here,” she said quietly. “Almost like a painting.”
Although the day had warmed, she shivered as we led our horses to the pasture and turned them loose. “Are you ready to go inside?” I asked.
“Yes, please. I hope it warms up soon.”
“You’ll get used to it,” Caleb promised, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
We took her inside and I hung her coat on the hook next to mine, then knelt to unlace her boots. She looked around, and Caleb and I both let out a sigh of relief when she didn’t immediately communicate her displeasure.
Her stockinged feet made no sound as she walked across the kitchen to the pantry. “Do you have something besides beans and flour?” she asked.
“We have coffee and salt,” Caleb said.
“Oh. Well, I suppose it’s too cold for a kitchen garden, but surely you have eggs and milk.”
I glanced at Caleb, then shook my head. “I’m afraid we’ll have to make do until our next trip into town.”
Her face fell and she gave us a pleading look. “But—”
“No,” Caleb said sternly. “We’ll go another time.”
A mutinous expression crossed her face and she pouted, but turned to the pantry and poured beans into a bowl to soak, then filled another with flour and water and covered it with a plate.
“What’s that for?” Caleb asked.
“It will be sourdough in a few days. It’s the best I can do without proper staples.” She wiped her hands on a tea towel, then faced us. “What should we do now?”
I shared a look with Caleb, then we turned our smiles upon our new wife.
9
CALEB
* * *
“I believe it’s time for us to show you the bedroom.” I said, pulling her to me. Justin loomed behind her and made quick work of the buttons on her bodice, baring her lovely breasts.
“But it’s daylight!” she squeaked, turning pink. I adored making our pretty wife blush.
“All the better to see you, darling,” Justin murmured, tugging the pins from her hair. It curled down her back in a river of sunset. I’d have to heat up water after supper so we could wash the last bit of dark dye from the flaming tresses.
I slid her dress down her arms, kissing her soft shoulders as it fell to the floor, leaving her clad only in her stockings. Her nipples budded in the chilly air and I bent to suck one into my mouth. She tasted delicious.
“Oh!” Maddy arched her back, her hand coming to rest on my head.
Justin took the other one and stroked a large hand down her belly to her succulent pussy, delving between her folds. She cried out again and pushed her hips forward, chasing the delight he offered. Without warning, he pulled his hand away, making her whimper in disappointment.
“Let’s move this to our bedroom,” he said. “It’s broad daylight, after all.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, I swung her into my arms and carried her through the simple wooden door dividing the kitchen from our sleeping area.
Small and cozy, it boasted little more than a fireplace, a washstand and our new marriage bed with a matching night table.
I laid her on the bed, and Justin and I took a few seconds to simply look at her. She was so beautiful and sweet. And she was ours.
Rolling to her side, she propped herself up on a pillow, a teasing smile on her lips. “It hardly seems fair I’m the only one naked. I want to see you too.”
I groaned and unbuttoned my shirt. Buttons popped free of Justin’s as he stripped it away and his belt hit the floor with a thud. Laughing, she climbed out of bed and gathered the scattered buttons.
“Careful, gentlemen. Sewing isn’t one of my gifts,” she said, looking up at us. A naughty gleam lit her green eyes and she set the buttons on the nightstand, then knelt at our feet.
“What are you doing?” Justin asked, moving to help her from the floor.
She brushed his hands away, then rose up to open his trousers. “I want to try something.”
Cupping his hard shaft, she slid his foreskin back with her thumbs and suckled him into her mouth, his thickness disappearing between her pink lips. Pulling away, she licked droplets of silky fluid away from the purple crown like it was horehound candy.
His head fell back as he hissed a heartfelt curse between clenched teeth. “Oh, fuck, Maddy,” he breathed. “You don’t…Oh, God.”
Our wife was certainly a naughty thing. I crouched next to her and tangled my hand in her hair. “Such a clever girl,” I murmured. “Look up into Justin’s face and see how much pleasure you’re giving him.”
Her hair clenched in my fist, I held her head still while he thrust into her sweet mouth. Veins popped in his arms and he stroked her cheek as he gazed adoringly into her eyes.
“You look beautiful sucking that thick cock. Do you like having him fuck your mouth, darling?”
Maddy whined, making Justin’s hips jerk. Looking down, I smirked when she moved her hand between
her legs.
I let her play for a few moments, just long enough for wetness to slick her folds, then said, “Oh, naughty, naughty girl. That’s our pussy.”
“And you touched it without permission,” Justin added, his voice thick and husky. “Hands behind your back, sweetheart.”
Whimpering, she obeyed, her eyes clouded with desire and abject need. I took her wrists in one hand, still holding her hair with the other. “That’s our good girl,” I crooned. “Let Justin fuck your sweet mouth and spray his seed all over those gorgeous tits.”
My best friend shuddered, sweat beading his face as he shot me a scowl. I grinned, knowing my filthy words were driving him to the edge. Maddy moaned around his shaft, her hips moving as I denied her what she most needed.
Letting out a shout, he jerked away and fisted his throbbing cock as he erupted, coating our Maddy’s chest with ribbons of cum. Panting softly, Maddy leaned against me, a triumphant smile on her face.
“Sweet wife,” Justin whispered, lifting her to her feet. “Such a good girl. I think Caleb needs your attentions now, don’t you?”
Still smiling, she said, “Why yes, I believe he does.”
He led her to the bed and positioned her on her hands and knees. “You’re needy and wet for us too, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking a hand down her flank. “Such wonderful cock sucking deserves a reward.”
“What’s my reward?”
“We’re going to pleasure you until you pass out again,” I replied. “We’ll wake you in time for supper.”
She tried to scowl, but couldn’t quite erase her amusement. “A proper husband wouldn’t have mentioned how I fell asleep last night.”
Justin knelt behind her and swatted her bottom gently, making her hiss out a breath. Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips, dragging a groan from my throat. Maybe playful spanks weren’t completely out. I made a note to remember her passionate reaction for later.
“A proper husband will make you do it every night,” he murmured, pushing his hand between her thighs. “I believe Caleb would like the pleasure of your pretty mouth now.”
“I’ve never been one to refuse an invitation,” I replied, pushing my trousers open. My cock ached to be inside her and I winced at the throbbing pressure in my balls.
Parting her lips, she accepted me into her mouth and looked up into my eyes when I groaned softly. Maddy’s lips were like heaven. Instead of holding her still, I let her play while Justin petted her soaked pussy.
I loved how easy and willing she was with us. It was almost as if we’d known her forever when it had been scant hours.
“You’ll take both of us soon, Maddy,” Justin whispered, kissing a path down her spine. “We’re going to prepare your bottom hole until you can take us without injury.”
She let out a low whimper, sucking harder on my cock. Her tongue moved against my shaft, making my balls tighten with need. Crying out, she shuddered, her hips writhing as Justin teased her.
“Do you like my fingers in your bottom, sweetheart?” he asked. “I love how you clench on them, and I can’t wait to see what it feels like around my cock.”
“Would you come with something in your ass?” I asked, brushing hair from her eyes. “I think we should find out.”
“I’ll try three fingers,” Justin replied. “I’ll wager I can make her come.”
Her eyes widened and she choked out a whine. Her back hollowed as she thrust her bottom in the air, allowing me to see what Justin was doing. “Oh, that’s gorgeous, darling,” I crooned. “Look at him, fucking your bottom with his fingers. I can’t wait for you to feel how good it is when we both take you.”
Shivering, she cried out, redoubling her efforts on my thick shaft. I closed my eyes at the overwhelming sensation as her small body quaked between us, writhing from the force of her orgasm.
My head fell back, the pleasure of watching her reach her joy too much for me. Spine aching from the pressure, I thrust into her mouth one last time, needing to spill down her throat. Seed burst forth, trickling from the corners of her mouth.
I eased away from her swollen lips, wiping her face with the corner of the sheet as Justin pulled her into his arms. I laid down on her other side, breathing hard as I tried to regain my senses.
“Sleep,” Justin murmured. “We’ll have a short rest.”
Her breath evened into sleep and we dozed with her, content to have our wife in our arms.
Justin poked me some time later, rousing me from my nap. “What?” I asked, scowling as I sat up.
“Where’s Maddy?”
I glanced down at the space between us where our wife should have been sleeping, then laid a hand on the cold sheets. “She’s been gone for awhile,” I replied, lunging to my feet. “Get dressed.”
We dashed into the kitchen, our hearts sinking with dismay when we found her coat and boots missing, along with her clothes.
“She might have gone to the barn,” Justin said, pulling on his boots.
“I doubt she’s gone far. We weren’t asleep that long.”
Unfortunately, she wasn’t to be found. None of the saddles were missing, but that didn’t mean much for Maddy. A quick scan of the surrounding area revealed nothing.
“She has to be here somewhere,” Justin said, pointing at her horse. “She wouldn’t have left us without him.”
“Let’s go find her.”
MADDY
* * *
Hoping my husbands were still sleeping, I returned from the creek with the products of my labors, including fresh-caught trout and morel mushrooms for our supper. Mercy, they’d about knocked the good sense from my head with their antics, yet my insides still quivered with delight. I was most assuredly a wanton creature for wanting them so much.
As I opened the door, Caleb dashed across the pasture and grabbed my shoulders.
I jumped and let out a surprised gasp. “My goodness—”
“Where have you been?” he demanded.
Laying a hand on my chest in an attempt to calm my racing heart, I said, “Lord have mercy, Caleb. You frightened the life from me.”
“You were frightened? We woke up and you were gone.” Justin said, taking the fish from me. “Where did you get these?”
“The stream in the horse pasture. They’re for supper. There’s barely enough food for a week in your pantry.”
My husbands stared at me as if I’d grown a second head. “You went…fishing?” Caleb asked.
“I found mushrooms and early greens too. I mean to feed you both a decent meal. Where did you two head off to?”
“We were looking for you,” Justin replied, giving me a dark stare that faded into a reluctant smile. “But I think I’m more interested in what you’re making for supper.”
Caleb shot him a look, still frowning. “First things first,” he said. “You’re not to go haring off like that without telling us where you’re going.”
“I…” I blinked up at his stern face. “I’m sorry.”
Without warning, I burst into tears and flung myself into Caleb’s arms. Justin dropped the fish and hugged me from behind, trying to calm my crying with soft whispers in my ear.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. We aren’t mad,” he crooned, petting my hair. “Why are you crying?”
“Did you get hurt?” Caleb asked.
Sniffing, I lifted my face from Caleb’s chest and wiped my tears with the back of my hand. “No, it’s just…nobody’s worried about me like that in a long time. I’m sorry I took off. I didn’t think anyone would care.”
JUSTIN
* * *
I felt like a heel. Here I was, looking down at a mess of fine fish and yelling at our wife for doing what must come naturally to her. She was an independent, capable young woman, certainly not the pampered princess we’d expected. Looking at Caleb, I knew he was thinking the same thing.
“We do care,” I said firmly, moving so she faced both of us, then leaning to kiss her forehead. “Your safety is impor
tant to us. Montana can be a dangerous place. No one goes off without telling someone.”
“But we’re sorry we yelled at you,” Caleb added, also giving her a kiss. “We won’t do it again if you promise to let one of us know where you’re going.”
Maddy gave us a shaky smile and nodded. “I promise.”
She threw herself into our arms, and my heart swelled in my chest as I stroked her fiery hair. I wanted to take her right back to bed and show her how happy she made us, but she’d gone to so much trouble and effort to please us, I couldn’t let her work go to waste. Stepping back, I picked up the fish.
“What do you plan to do with these fine trout, Miss Maddy?” I asked.
Dimples lit up her cheeks when she grinned. “After you and Caleb finish cleaning them, I’ll roast them with some salt and herbs I found, plus the mushrooms.”
“Mushrooms?” Caleb asked, glancing at her sharply. “You have to be careful with mushrooms.”
“I know.” She nodded, then frowned as she swatted at a mosquito as big as a hummingbird. “You have a fine patch of morels in the woods. They’re easy to recognize. Can’t believe you didn’t know they were there.”
We shrugged, then Caleb said, “I didn’t know they were edible. Aside from that, neither of us can cook.”
“Ah. Well, it would be a help if you’d clean those trout. I’ll get the greens started and cook up some fried mush to go with it.”
She sailed inside, leaving us to our task. My mouth watering for the promised supper, I sat on the stoop and grabbed a fish. “Get to work, or I’ll eat your share,” I muttered to Caleb.
“Fat chance.” He sat next to me, retrieving his belt knife. Laughing softly, he shook his head. “How is it we’re outside cleaning fish when we were supposed to be yelling at her?”
“She didn’t do anything wrong,” I corrected. “Besides, she caught ‘em. It’s only fair that we clean ‘em.”
When we finished, we took her catch inside, then sat at the table while she worked. She obviously knew what she was about in a kitchen and delicious odors soon filled the room as she chatted happily with us. My stomach growled out a demand when she set plates loaded with food in front of us. Small rounds of fried cornmeal mush redolent of salt pork filled a basket set in the center of the table.
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