by Ann Mayburn
Edward collapsed against the headboard, his eyes closed and his big barrel chest heaving like he’d just wrestled a bull.
A bone deep exhaustion came over her, and she lay between his legs, resting her head on one furry, muscled thigh as she panted.
Warm, male hands rubbed over her bottom and she let out a soft moan, her poor body at once wanting more, but begging for some sleep.
“You are so beautiful,” Garret said as he helped her move off of Edward and pulled her up between them.
Her unladylike grunt had them both laughing as she buried her face in what had to be the softest pillow she’d ever felt. Everything felt wonderful, perfect. The blankets, the bed, and most especially the two men cuddling her between them. The scent of their lovemaking filled the room, and she took a deep breath of their musk, some primal part of her delighting in having two strong men keeping her safe. They began to talk to each other in soft voices that were no more than rumbles to her tired mind, and she drifted off to sleep.
7
ROWAN
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Heat, too much heat, had Rowan trying to kick the heavy blankets off of her in her sleep, but she couldn’t manage to get free.
Confused, she opened her eyes and found that she wasn’t pinned down by blankets, but by two naked, heavy men who’d wrapped their bodies around her like vines.
Garret has his thigh thrown over her legs, while Edward had her back cuddled to his front with both of his muscled arms tucked around her. It must have been early morning, because a dull, gray light crept in around the edge of the curtains. The fireplace across the room had burned down to embers, and she blushed at the sight of their clothes strewn about. The bedding was equally tussled, and it took some effort to free herself of both the blankets and the men.
By the time she’d managed to crawl to the end of the bed to freedom, she was afraid the men would wake up, but they both continued to snore softly. The sound of their combined snores made a giggle want to escape, but she managed to swallow it back as she carefully tiptoed on the carpeted floor and picked up her chemise before darting into the water closet. She had to admit, it was quite a novel luxury to turn on the faucet and have warm water come out. Using the lavender scented soap and hand towel placed neatly on the sink, she gave herself a quick standing bath, washing away the traces of last night’s passion from her well satisfied body.
As she rubbed the cloth between her legs, she gave a little shiver at the sensation of the warm cloth on her sensitive flesh. She was a little sore on the inside, but overall felt better than she had in months. Her reflection in the mirror certainly looked better. The bruises had faded to an ugly yellow green that weren’t as noticeable as they’d been before, and her eyes had a sparkle in them that she hadn’t seen in a long time. Gripping the edges of the sink, she leaned forward and studied her reflection, then the ring on her finger.
Last night, caught up in the whirlwind of passion the men so easily called to life, she’d agreed to marry them.
In the light of day, she waited to feel regret or guilt, but had none. Instead, she was filled with anticipation as she crept back into the bedroom, eager to explore the men who would soon be her husbands and the pleasures they could give her. To her surprise, Edward wasn’t in bed, and she turned as the door to their room opened and he came shuffling in, wearing nothing at all.
Though his shaft was flaccid, it still hung thick and long between his thighs. When his sleepy gaze met hers, his smile gave her tummy flutters.
“Morning,” he rumbled as he shuffled over to her. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Taking in his rumpled look, she smiled and allowed him to lead her back into bed. “Don’t we need to leave for Bridgewater?”
Edward lifted his stubble covered chin to the closed curtains. “Snowed last night. We could make it through on horseback, but with the wagon, we’ll be stuck here for at least another day.”
“Oh darn,” she said with small smile.
Grunting, he grabbed her and fell back on the bed with her atop him. “Go back to sleep.”
Laying atop his big body, sleep was the last thing in her mind. “You go on ahead and go back to sleep. Don’t mind me. I’m just going to…explore a little bit.”
Edward opened one eye and peered up at her. “Explore?”
Smiling at him, she patted his chest and nodded, “Shhhh, don’t worry. You just go right on back to sleep, handsome.”
Garret, who’d fallen back asleep, let out a snore before rolling over on his side, presenting her with his muscled back.
She and Edward both grinned at each other, and he put his hands behind his head, a twinkle sparkling in his deep brown eyes. “Go ahead, lass. Have your wicked way with me.”
Scooting off of him and over to the side of the big bed, she slowly pulled the covers down to his waist, revealing his furry chest and tight abdominals. His body wasn’t as defined as Garret’s, but he was a big man all over. From his thick as her head biceps to the barrel of his chest, he was built for endurance and power. Scars littered his body, and she traced her fingers gently over a few, wondering what danger he’d survived to earn such wounds. The thought of him being hurt in the past made her heart ache, and she placed a kiss on an especially bad one on his upper chest.
“Did you get this during your military service?” She asked as she rubbed her hands over the old wound.
“Nothing quite so noble,” Edward said in a low voice as he stroked her hair, his hand almost big enough to palm her whole head. “When I was twelve, I decided I was going to impress the pretty redhead down the road by walking across the top of the covered bridge that separated our farm from hers. Except she wasn’t quite as impressed as I’d thought she’d be, so I decided to up my efforts and walk across the top…on my hands.”
Rowan blinked at him. “You didn’t.”
His grin brought back a hint of the reckless young boy he’d once been. “Oh, I did indeed. I was about halfway across when I lost my balance and fell into the creek below. Managed to almost impale myself on a branch hidden in the water. My older brother was there, and he managed to haul me out before I drowned. Oh, my mother was mad.” He chuckled, rubbing his knuckles down her cheek. “She almost fainted when she saw me, and I spent the next two years doing chores to work off the cost of the doctor’s bill to stitch me up.”
“You were lucky you didn’t kill yourself,” she admonished. “And I take it the redhead wasn’t impressed by your near-death experience?”
“No.” He chuckled again, and she liked the feeling of his chest vibrating beneath her fingertips as he did. “She ended up marrying my older brother, and they gave me a mess of nieces and nephews.”
“Do you ever go home to see your family?”
“When we can. Running a ranch takes a lot of time and effort. We have men working for us now that we trust, but it has been too long since we visited back home.” He tucked a stray gold curl behind her ear. “Though, now I suppose we should plan a trip back, so we can introduce our bride to our families.”
Leaning over him, she let Edward continue to stroke her face and neck, loving how gentle he was with her. “What are they going to think? With you two sharing me?”
His smiled died a little, and his sigh was heavy. “I’m afraid we’ll have to keep up the ruse around them. When we’re visiting my family, you’ll be my bride; when we’re visiting Garret’s, you’ll be his.”
“And you’re okay with this? I must confess, I felt bad last night when I couldn’t acknowledge Garret in public. Like I was hurting his feelings.”
“My feelings weren’t hurt,” Garret said in a low, sleep roughened voice. “Don’t worry about that. We both knew what we were getting into when we decided this was the lifestyle we wanted to live. I don’t care what the world thinks, so long as, once we’re at home, you’re my wife as much as Edward’s.”
Smiling at Garret’s sleep rumpled hair and already drooping eyelids, she leaned down and gave him a kiss on h
is bristly cheek. “Good morning.”
He grunted, then pulled a pillow over his head.
Laughing, Edward said, “Don’t mind him, Garret has never been a morning person. Bloody sod can sleep through an elephant stampede.”
“I’m not much of a morning person myself,” she admitted, “but right now, sleep is the last thing on my mind.”
“Really?” he said in a deep tone that made her tingle. “What would you like to do instead?”
“Oh, I can think of a few things.”
Reaching his chest, she ran her fingers lightly through the hair she found there, then paused as she examined the flat disc of his brown nipple.
Tracing her finger around it, watching it draw up tight, she whispered, “Are these as sensitive on a man as a woman?”
“Well, I’m not a woman, so I couldn’t tell ya for sure, but I will say anywhere you touch me feels good.” Edward kept his heads behind his head, but his body flexed as she leaned down and placed a kiss on one nipple. “Ahhh, I take it back. That feels bloody good.”
The faint scent of soap came from his skin, indicating that she wasn’t the only one who’d taken a moment to clean up. Licking at the tight nub, she hummed in appreciation at his deep groan, her wandering hands stroking every inch of skin she could find. She found his body hair fascinating and sat back on her heels as she slowly followed the soft trail of hair from his chest, down his stomach where narrowed to a trail before dipping beneath the blanket.
The tented blanket.
Eager to get a look at him, she lifted the edge of the sheet and drew it back.
He was much bigger than she remembered.
Or maybe the lighting was just better.
Either way, the sight of his hard length jutting up into the air made a wave of internal heat rush through her body. Her pussy did that greedy clench that only Edward and Garret had could seem to cause, and she carefully traced her fingertip over one of the prominent veins running along the side. When his cock jumped beneath her fingertips, she jerked back with a little yelp.
Edward’s erection twitched in a most distracting manner as he laughed, “Ya don’t have to be scared of it. He likes you.”
Giving him a narrow-eyed look, she leaned forward again gave the tip of his erection a soft kiss. “I like him, too.”
“Up on your hands and knees, little tigress,” Edward ordered. “Turn a little this way so I can touch you as well.”
Feeling both naughty and shy, she did as he asked, shivering slightly as his big hands ran up the backs of her thighs, lifting the soft white chemise she still wore so her bottom was exposed.
“Now suck me,” he said again in that deep voice that made her instinctively obey.
Her curls fell around his thighs as she took him into her mouth, her free hand balancing on the thick muscle of his thigh. She wanted to rub herself all over him, to just glory in his strength and passion, to blend together with him until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. When he gave her bottom a little swat, she made a noise around his shaft, then a moan as his fingers dipped between her legs.
She was wet, very wet. When his fingers breeched her, she was more than ready.
“Beautiful,” Edward said while he slowly played with her body, rubbing his slick fingers over the hard nub of her clit. “You are so exquisite. Especially with your tiny mouth stuffed full of my cock. I can’t wait to see what this sweet quim looks like, stretched so tight around me. Or this pretty little arse.” He pressed his thumb on her bottom and she would have pulled away from his erection, but he kept his hand on the back of her head. “No, keep sucking. We’re going to show you all the pleasure your body is capable of, my little tigress. Even here. With proper training, one day you’ll take both of us. One in your bottom, one in your pussy. The women in Lady Uriel’s court called it the ultimate pleasure. Would you like that? Would you like to feel both of us inside of you, fucking you, making you cum over and over again?”
The image was so erotic, she almost came as he pressed his thumb harder against her anus. All kinds of new and wonderful nerve endings awakened beneath his knowing touch. Her thighs trembled lightly, and she gave him a hard suck.
Gripping her by her hair, he pulled her off his cock with a growl. “I need to be inside of this sweet golden pussy now, but I’m so aroused I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. Take that thing off and climb on top of me. I want you to ride me.”
“Ride you?” she asked as she quickly stripped to her bare skin.
“I’ll help you,” Garret said, startling her as she looked over to find him watching her with burning hot eyes.
“You’re awake,” she said dumbly.
“The sweet scent of your pussy woke me up,” Garret reached out and pinched her nipple. “Now ride him, so I can lick you clean afterwards, then fuck you myself.”
Together, the men helped her, their hands stroking her body and making her burn even hotter. She straddled Edward’s lap, with Garret behind her, rubbing his hand down her back and over the swell of her bottom. Circling his fingers around her waist, he lifted her easily.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Now grab him and place him at your entrance. Rub his cock against you, get it nice and slick.”
She discovered that rubbing the thick head of Edward’s shaft against her clit felt amazingly good, and her hips began to work themselves against him as her nipples drew up into rock hard points. Notching Edward at her entrance, she ever so slowly sank down on him, her eyes flying wide open as the sheer size of him stretched her anew. There was pain, but there was also a wonderful pleasure that had her squirming.
Edward grasped her hips, holding her still while he panted, sweat beading his brow. “Easy, love, slow. Your pussy is so good, so tight. Never felt anything better. I’m not going to last long enough to pleasure you if you don’t stop squeezing me so tight.”
“Doesn’t she have the perfect cunt?” Garret all but purred as he began to kiss the side of her neck.
“Perfect,” Edward agreed with a grunt.
She couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full she was afraid she couldn’t take anymore.
And she was only halfway down.
Garret licked the side of her neck as he reached around her hip and began to rub her clit. Looking down, she watched his fingers worked her, and the erotic sight of her blonde pubic hair pressing down on Edward’s black as she finally took him all the way in. A hard shudder worked through her thighs as Garret increased the speed of his fingers.
“Stay just like this,” he whispered against her neck. “Look at Edward. Look how close he is to losing himself, how much he loves being inside of you. Can you feel him? Throbbing inside of your tight pussy? Ahhh love, your pussy is burning hot. Now put your hands on his chest and ride him, up and down, like you’re trotting on a horse.”
She did as he asked, her fingers brushing through the soft hair on Edwards chest as she slowly rose up, then back down again.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “That feels so good.”
Garret had gone back to stroking her buttocks, murmuring little words of praise as she moved faster, discovering the pleasure of coming all the way down so her clit ground into Edward’s hard abdominals. Edward grabbed her by the back of her head and brought her down for a kiss, swallowing her moans as he began to lift up and meet her thrusts. Something cool and slick rubbed against her bottom, and she looked over her shoulder to find Garret pouring some type of oil from a glass bottle on his fingers.
The grin he gave her was positively wicked, but before she could ask him what he was doing, Edward pulled her mouth to his. The feeling of his full, soft mouth against hers, the taste of him on her tongue had her riding him faster, but her movements stopped all together as two fingers breeched her bottom. It burned, but it was a good burn that had her wiggling, speared between the two of them on cock and fingers.
Even though she was on top, they took over, expertly playing her body between them until he
r orgasm nearly crashed down on her. She worked herself on Edward, crying out as Garret stretched his fingers inside her body, sending her hurtling over the edge. The world exploded in bright lights, and she threw her head back with a scream as Edward shoved himself as deep as he could, nearly bucking her off of him as he found his release. Each grunt and thrust seemed to extend her orgasm as she reveled in his pleasure.
She barely had time to draw a breath before Garret had her off of Edward, the other man’s seed still running down her thighs.
Flipping her onto her back, he dove between her legs, greedily licking at her pussy as if it was the best tasting dessert. The thought that he was licking up another man’s seed dripping from inside of her was positively scandalous, and the dirty thrill she got from it was so wicked that her body quickly warmed beneath his knowing tongue. Edward reached out and tweaked her nipples, sweat shining on his face as his big chest still heaved.
“That’s it, little tigress, let us worship you.”
Garret lifted his head from between her thighs, his lips shiny with the combination of her and Edward’s release. “Hold your legs up from me.”
“What?” she mumbled out. Her body buzzed and her mind so filled with pleasure, she was barely able to do anything other than feel.
Garret pushed her legs up, and it was Edward who sat up and held them in place with his big hands behind her knees.
The position opened her fully to Garret. When he lined the flared mushroom head of his erection up to her body, she arched with a smile.
“Yes,” she whispered as he easily slid in. “Oh, yes.”
Edward pulled her legs back further, and as Garret withdrew, he rubbed against that special spot that sent sparks of fire through her. She looked between her legs, entranced at the sight of Garret’s erection covered with Edward’s seed, easing his slide in and out of her body. Every time he hit that spot she clenched down, and he’d twist his hips to draw out the sensation.
