by Vanessa Vale
I smoothed out my dress as the men shook hands, caught up on the happenings at the ranch, too nervous to look any of them in the eye. Could they tell that I wore no drawers and had thick seed dried on my thighs? Would they know what Kane and Ian had forced me to do in the stage or that I had found my pleasure while doing so? I was certainly travel worn and unkempt, but would they associate part of that state to being on my knees servicing Ian or my head thrashing about as used my hand to make myself come?
All my concerns were irrelevant, as I quickly became the center of attention, completely surrounded by very large, very commanding men. There was something about their bearing that was identical – shoulders back, eyes assessing and sharp, bodies honed with muscle and strength. It was quite overwhelming. I glanced at Ian and Kane, whose looks included blatant possessiveness that I found surprisingly reassuring.
Kane moved to stand beside me and took my elbow, Ian did the same on the other side. "This is Emma, our bride."
With this pronouncement, the men's gazes shifted to scrutiny and I felt as naked and exposed as I had on the stage. My eyes widened, realizing that Kane had introduced me as our bride. Not his bride, not Ian's bride. Not one man seemed surprised. Had they missed his very specific wording?
"Emma, the bloke on the left is Mason." Kane indicated with his chin. "Next to him is Brody. Simon and Rhys are the dark-haired lads. You will discover as soon as they speak that they were members of our regiment as well. The last is Cross, who is as American as you are. We each own a stretch of land, but the ranch, Bridgewater, is our common goal."
I nodded my head and gave a smile, finally reassured I would not be taken to the other side of the world.
"Ann is expecting you two for the noon meal, although Emma will be quite a surprise." If I remembered correctly, it was Mason who spoke. He appeared a few years younger than both Kane and Ian, with black hair and a neatly trimmed beard.
I tugged on Kane's sleeve and he leaned down. "Do they know...I mean–"
My whispered words were cut off by Ian. "They know ye belong to us. To ensure there is nay doubt, I'll repeat it for ye. Emma is our bride." The man puffed up with pride at the words and it felt very reassuring. "The men ken our ways, lass, because they share them as well. Ann is married to Robert and Andrew, who are off somewhere, but ye will meet them later."
My mouth fell open and stared at the large bunch of men before me. "You all, I mean, I belong to all of you?" I stepped back, eyes wide with fear. I felt the blood drain from my face. What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't handle all of these men. What was expected...?
"Emma," Kane's loud voice sliced through my thoughts. He grabbed my shoulders and lowered his head so his eyes held mine. "You belong to Ian and me. The other men, they will find their own wives."
"Wives?" I asked, licking my dry lips.
"Mason and Brody will claim a wife and Simon, Rhys and Cross another. In time."
He raised his brows as he watched me, asking without words if I understood. I nodded. "Ann? Does she know about–"
"As I said, she's married to Robert and Andrew. They are the foremen here. Their house is over there." He pointed over my shoulder and I turned to see a house in the distance, set off on its own by a meandering creek. "There is nothing to worry about. Nothing to fear."
"We will ensure your safety."
I couldn't see who spoke as Kane blocked my view. He stood and Ian pulled me in for a hug, my cheek resting against his hard chest.
"There is no need to worry about anything but being our wife."
"You may belong to Kane and Ian, but you are one of us now. We will protect you as our own," another man added.
I didn't understand their ways. These weren't British ways, which I knew to be even more severe than in the American West; some other deeply rooted moral code was at work here. Their conviction for several of them to marry one woman was unusual, to say the least. But they believed it, were impassioned by it. They did not seem to sway, but held firm to this, and somehow, this set me at ease, at least somewhat so.
Kane kissed my hair. "There. Better?"
I nodded against his shirt quite relieved, yet completely overwhelmed.
KANE
One of the luxuries we added to the house when we built it was a water closet, complete with hip tub. We knew any woman would thrill in such a feature, especially during the harsh winter months. As we helped undress Emma and held her hand as she slipped into the warm water, just the look of sheer bliss on her face made all the effort worth it.
Sounds drifted up from downstairs as the noon meal was prepared, but we were far removed tending to Emma. She leaned against the high back, her hair swirling on the surface of the steaming water about her, her breasts bobbing on the surface and her pink nipples plump and lush. Ian glanced at me, his jaw clenching as he shifted his cock in his pants. I knew just how uncomfortable he felt. A hard cock would be a permanent state now.
We'd been gentle with her, but as a virgin, she did not have much chance to come to terms with her new role. Surely being married to two lusty men, living on a ranch with other men with similar leanings and notions, would require adjustment of mind. Her own story would need to be told, but not now, not when everything was so overwhelming. I wanted to know about her bastard step-brother, Thomas, so I could track him down and beat him bloody. He'd done her wrong. She wouldn't have ended up in Mrs. Pratt's auction otherwise. As her husbands, we'd ensure he never harmed Emma ever again. I was reassured knowing she was away from the man and safe at Bridgewater.
After her hair had been washed and her body cleaned, we helped her from the tub and dried her.
"I can do this all myself," she replied, trying to cover body.
"I assure you," I murmured as I rubbed her pink skin with a bath cloth. "This is no hardship."
"Come," Ian said, taking her hand and tugging her out into the hall.
"Ian, I'm naked!" She dug in her heels, but that was not enough resistance to stop the man. All it did was make her breasts sway and that only had me more intent than ever.
"Just the way I like you." He grinned at her over his shoulder. "You will have to learn to appreciate two men seeing how beautiful you are."
I grabbed the shaving supplies and a clean cloth and followed the duo into Ian's room. When I joined them, Emma was held within the firm hold of Ian's arms and they were kissing, his hands roaming up and down her back, then cupping the perfect globes of her arse. When finally he pulled back, Emma's eyes were dark like a stormy sea, her lips pink and swollen.
"I could do that all day, but we have things to do." He gave her one last peck on the lips. "Lay down, lass."
It wasn't hard for Ian to get her onto her back as the man's kiss seemed to have robbed her of all reasonable thought. Which was just the way we needed her for what we were about to do. Ian climbed onto the bed after her, moving so he leaned back against the pillows, pulling Emma up so she was lying against him. Her back to his front.
"Ian, what are you doing?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and glancing up at him. He took this opportunity to give her a lingering kiss.
"Ian is to hold you while I shave you," I told her.
Placing the shaving supplies on the side table, I grabbed the soapy brush and razor and sat down on the large bed as well.
"Shaving?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
Ian's hands slid down her body, taking a moment to cup and then play with her breasts before grabbing her inner thighs and pulling her knees up and back.
"Ian!" She tried to shift from his hold, but leaning against him as she was, she had no leverage.
"Shh," he soothed, kissing her ear and along her neck.
Ian did an excellent job of spreading her open for me, her knees up at the sides of her breasts. I shifted into position between her thighs and quickly began coating her in thick lather.
"I am shaving your cunny."
"Why?" she asked, confused and embarrassed. It was doubtful she real
ized she tilted her head to the side to give Ian better access to her long neck.
"Because your pretty pink lips are hidden beneath these dark curls and I want to feel every slick inch of you when I take you with my mouth." Placing the brush on the table, I picked up the razor. "Don't move now."
I tended to the task as Emma didn't move a muscle. Slipping my finger over the shaved area, it was so smooth, so slick to the touch.
"Kane? Ian?"
The shout came from downstairs. Mason. Most likely calling us to eat. I heard other footfall below, as the other men went to the dining room for the noon meal. The house was large, the dining area a distance from the bedrooms upstairs.
"We're up here," Ian called back.
Heavy footfalls made their way up the steps and I pulled the razor from between Emma's legs, stood and met the man at the door before he could enter. Mason stopped just outside the doorway, hat in hand, and took in the razor and cloth in my hands. My body blocked his view of Emma's very exposed body. It was for our eyes only, not Mason's or any other man's. His mouth quirked knowing what we were doing.
"Keep your bloody thoughts off our wife," I growled in possessiveness. Instead of wiping the small smile from his face, it only made him grin as he held up his hands in surrender.
"Sorry for interrupting, but I've got kitchen duty with Ann. We eat in ten minutes."
"Ian, let me go!" she whispered loudly. I knew Ian would not relent on his hold until we were done and we were far from it. Her resistance was futile.
I nodded at Mason, stepped back and shut the door in the man's face. I could hear his chuckle through the wood.
I turned to look at Emma, whose head was turned away from the doorway, her eyes closed. I moved back into position between her spread thighs.
"Don't move, baby." I went back to work, removing the last bits of dark hair from between her thighs, her pink, lush cunny more and more apparent with each stroke. "You are ours, baby. Only Ian and I will touch you. The men know what happens between men and their woman. They will know your pussy is being shaved. They will hear you when you come, for we will take you regularly and in places – albeit private ones – where you might be overheard. They may even hear you being spanked if warranted."
"But–"
"It is our job to train you to be our wife, to teach you what is expected. Becoming comfortable with others knowing how much you please us and are pleasured by us is something to which you must accustom."
"You are beautiful, lass," Ian said, his voice reassuring.
"I've been wondering what you taste like, baby." I glanced at Ian, then at Emma's wide-eyed stare. "I think I'll find out."
Shifting, I lowered my head between her thighs and licked her from arse to clit, my tongue feather light, only brushing over her newly exposed flesh.
"Kane!" she shouted, her eyes lowering to watch me. "What are you–"
Using my fingers, I spread her bare cunny lips, slick now with her cream. "Now doesn't that feel better?"
Her little pink pearl was hard and erect and begging for my tongue. Lapping away all of her arousal, my tongue flicked over her clit. Once. Twice. Her body jerked and she cried out.
"She tastes sweet. Like honey."
"She's fighting my hold," Ian added.
"You don't like your reward, Emma? You've been such a good girl. Stay still or you will be spanked."
I watched her from my position between her thighs. Her breathing made her flat belly rise and fall; her nipples were puffy pink tips, her skin was flushed. Long tendrils of damp hair clung to her forehead and neck. Her pale eyes were a misty blue, her emotions evident; arousal, fear, embarrassment.
"Is your cunny sore?" Ian whispered, her eyes falling shut as he licked the round shell of her ear. I heard a whimper escape her lips.
Carefully, I slipped a finger into her. She was slick and hot, her passage so very tight. My fingers only delved in about an inch, then pulled out and I added a second to the first. I watched her closely and when I slipped in to the second knuckle, her eyes opened and she winced slightly.
"Poor lass," Ian soothed. "Two big cocks took your maidenhead and stretched you wide. Your sore cunny needs time to heal, so instead of fucking you, we can start your training."
As he spoke, I returned to my task, flicking just the tip of my tongue over her clit. Her small hands pushed against Ian's thighs, trying to move away. She tasted sweet, tangy and her scent lifted from her heated skin to fill the air around us. My cock pulsed painfully against the placard of my pants. All it wanted to do was sink deep into her, sore cunny or not. I bloody hell wasn't going to hurt Emma with my baser needs so I took a deep breath, lowered my head and focused solely on my new wife's pleasure.
"Kane, it's...it's too much!"
My brow arched as I looked up her naked body. This was the first time a man's head was between her thighs and the pleasure would be different, perhaps even more intense than one of our cocks. "Am I hurting you?"
Her head thrashed. "No." She swallowed.
"Then I will continue, for I wish to see you come." And I did, lapping at her, sucking on her little nub, nipping it gently with my teeth.
"No, please. I don't like this!" she cried out.
I didn't stop as Ian asked her, "It doesn't feel good?" His hands cupped her breasts once again, played with them.
She sighed as I flicked her clit just right. The little nub was hard and very sensitive against the tip of my tongue. "Yes, but–"
"You don't want to come?"
"Not...no, I can't like it!" Her damp hair clung to the sides of her face, in long tendrils over Ian's chest.
I didn't stop, only added a finger to just the very opening of her cunny, letting it move in the smallest of circles, around and around. I loved having her hairless here. So smooth, so pink. Luscious.
"Why not, lass?" Ian murmured as he kissed the thrumming pulse at her neck.
"Because...there's two of you."
I lifted my head from between her luscious thighs. Her inner walls were greedily squeezing at the tip of my finger, trying to pull it in. Her clit had grown bigger and harder beneath my tongue, her cream slipping from her to coat my chin. There was no question she was about to come, but her mind was too diverted by the morality of it all. This was a barrier we would break through, just like I had her maidenhead. It would take time, but it was one of the most important aspects being married to Ian and I. She would accustom herself to being pleasured by both of us. Together.
Because of this, I slowly wiped the back of my hand across my chin. "Then I will stop."
Her eyes opened and met mine, her body still. "What?" she asked, now more confused than ever.
"If you do not wish to come, then I will stop," I repeated, moving off the bed. My cock was hard as a rock, but tending to it would have to wait.
Ian released her legs and she sat up, confusion warring with arousal on her face. She had no idea how pretty she was with her hair damp and down her back, long tangles of curl fell over her shoulder and onto an upturned breast. Her skin was flushed and the way she sat, her legs curled, her bare cunny was exposed. The swollen pink folds couldn't be missed.
Shifting from behind her, Ian moved from the bed to his dresser and took a small box that held handcrafted butt plugs. Opening it, he took the smallest size from the selection along with a small glass jar of slick lubricant. I had the honor of taking her virginity and the first to sample the sweetness between her thighs. Therefore, it was Ian's turn to work her body, teaching Emma we would both tend to her, one at a time, for now.
Ian sat on the edge of the bed. "Over my knee, lass."
Her eyes widened and she dashed off the far side of the bed, pressing her back against the wall. In this position, she only showcased her assets for us even more. I was reveling in her bare cunny and just stared at it while Ian took over. I leaned against the doorway, relaxed and ready to watch what came next. Just looking at her all mussed and naked had me adjusting my hard length in my
pants.
"You're not spanking me. I've done nothing wrong!"
"Nay, lass. You've behaved so well. I want ye over my knee so I can begin your arse training, not to spank ye."
"My...what?" Her eyes were wide, her mouth open.
"We Scots – Brits, too, like Kane – say arse, but you can say ass instead. Say it, lass." When she didn't Ian's eyebrow went up, all but daring her to be contrary.
"Ass," she whispered, looking down at her toes.
"Very good. Now come over here." His tone dropped an octave.
Emma glanced at both of us, considering her options, the consequences. She was a smart woman, well educated; I didn't need to know her to recognize a well-bred woman. Moving slowly, her bare feet silent on the wood floor, she came around the bed to stand before Ian.
He cupped the nape of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. I pushed off the wall to stand directly behind her, my cock nudging against the small of her back. Lowering my head, I kissed her bare shoulder, sliding her curtain of hair out of the way, slipped my hands up and down her arms. Just because she didn't want to come didn't mean we were strong enough to keep our hands from her.
As soon as Ian ended their kiss, I returned to my place against the wall. Ian tugged, pulling her across his lap, her upper body on the bed beside him, as she gasped in surprise.
"Ian!" Pushing up on her elbows, she turned and looked over her shoulder, fire swirling from the blue depths of her eyes. Ian's large palm rested at her lower back, ensuring she could not rise.
Ian dipped two of his fingers into the jar of ointment, coating them with the clear, greasy substance.
