by Lynn Stark
“I don’t think I like you saying nice things about other men.” Damien spread her legs and watched as Logan pushed a finger between the swollen folds of her naked pussy. She watched him as her heart began pounding in her chest. Long fingers pushed inside her sopping pussy, causing her to moan. “But I do like the fact that you were sitting there in court with no panties on. Every time I thought about it, my cock got hard.”
“I was thinking about the butt plug in her pretty asshole. I almost came thinking about it,” Ryan confessed hoarsely, sliding his hands over her shoulders so he could peel off her jacket and blouse. He kissed a trail down her spine, causing her nipples to pucker even more.
Moaning, Peaches arched her back. A strong finger slid along the crease of her ass to play with the plug. “Do you want a hard cock in your ass now, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned, rubbing her hands over Damien and Logan. She squirmed. Her pussy was aching, creaming. She imagined Logan had a very wet spot on his slacks. “I want all of you inside me.”
Ryan, getting worked up, nipped her shoulder. “Can I take your pretty little asshole, baby? Can I bury my big cock in your ass?”
“Oh, yes!” Peaches exclaimed, wiggling her ass in invitation. Ryan and Damien’s moans made her pussy throb. Oh, yes, she was not above teasing her men. They loved it. She loved it.
Doing so always made for some intense fucking. “I want you to fuck my ass!” Ready for some hard loving, Peaches allowed herself to be settled over Logan’s lap. She straddled his powerful thighs as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Once he had shoved down the boxers he wore, his huge cock sprang free. Wrapping her hands around it, 126
she stroked, sliding her hands up and down it, her thumbs circling the wide head, spreading the pearly drops seeping from the slit. Her admiring gaze went from his cock to his rugged face. The pleasure she saw there made her heart skip a beat.
There was something else, too. Something they had yet to discuss. It would come in time.
When he was ready, he would tell her that he loved her. She already knew he did, though he had not spoken the words. She could wait. It was best to let him tell her when he was ready, rather than have her drag it out of him. She wanted the words to be heartfelt and sincere, not strained, perhaps tinged with resentment. No, waiting was much better.
Leaning toward him, Peaches licked and nibbled Logan’s ear. She loved the taste of each of her men. They all tasted wonderful. Sliding the tip of her tongue over his skin, she teased him down to his collarbone. She licked the spot at the base of his throat. Then she was inhaling deeply, taking in the scent off his skin, as well as the musky scent of his arousal. Logan’s breathing was harsh. His wide chest rose and fell. Pulling back, she stroked his cock with one hand and unbuttoned his shirt with the other, spreading it wide so she could attack his hot skin with her mouth. She licked and nibbled, giving special attention to the bronze discs of his nipples.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” he growled, wrapping his hands around her waist to lift her. The edge of her teeth scraped his nipple before she could release him. The slight pain didn’t seem to bother him. He growled again as he fisted his cock between her wet thighs.
The moment the head of his cock touched her hot, slick channel, Peaches moaned in anticipation. Gravity worked perfectly as she glided slowly down his thick length, stretching, adjusting to accommodate him. The plug in her ass made it a tight fit. She was still getting used to the deliciously full feeling when a determined Ryan removed the plug. She smiled as Logan pulled her close to capture her lips in a searing, mind-blowing kiss. Her first orgasm struck without warning, washing over her in great waves. Logan captured her cries, stroking the globes of her ass, his fingers biting into her soft flesh as her body jerked and her pussy clenched.
A bump into her left shoulder had her turning. A naked Damien was kneeling on the couch beside her, an obvious offer of his cock in his fist. Pre-cum wept from the tiny slit in the thick head. Leaning toward him, she swiped it with her tongue, enjoying the salty taste. As she sucked his hard cock into her mouth, Ryan was behind her, pressing his cock into her ass. He worked it in as she forced herself to relax. There was a slight burn as he pushed into her body.
Even though the plug had stretched her, it was a tight fit with Logan’s cock filling her pussy.
She pushed back, opening for him. He slid in, inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out, she felt her next orgasm building.
Licking and slurping one man’s cock, she closed her eyes. Logan’s mouth was on the side of her neck, biting, as he and Ryan worked out a very pleasurable rhythm between them. They loved her body slowly at first, working in and out of her slick pussy and the tight channel of her ass. She rode them, her hips undulating. Her mouth slid up and down the length of Damien’s cock.
“Oh, baby, you’ve finally got the coordination down,” Damien teased her, his fingers fisting in her curls. “I’m not going to last much longer. Suck my cock down. Swallow every drop of my cum.”
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Peaches was only too happy to comply as her cheeks hollowed out. She took his length until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Swallowing on the head of his cock, she triggered his orgasm. Hot cum splashed against the back of her throat. Moaning, she swallowed every drop until he pulled away weakly, a sappy grin on his handsome face.
“Her ass is so fucking tight,” Ryan gasped as he thrust in and out of her. “This is going to be a short ride.” A moment later he was coming, filling her dark channel with his hot semen.
“Fuck! Yes!” he shouted, his body jerking, driving into her ass repeatedly. His breathing was harsh. She heard him gasping for breath as his fingers tightened almost painfully on her hips.
Then he was falling away. She gave no notice when he stumbled toward the bathroom. It was just her and Logan now. Smiling, Peaches began to ride his huge cock hard and fast, her nipples rubbing against the coarse hair covering his wide chest. She wound her arms around his neck as her mouth sought out his. His tongue thrust between her teeth, stroking hers, exploring hidden places until they were both pounding away at each other. Logan came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her body. Her scream of pleasure followed as a hot flashing pleasure swept through her limbs. Her toes curled, her legs jerked, her arms tightened around his neck. She collapsed weakly a moment later, her head on his shoulder. Strong hands caressed her back from shoulder to ass.
“I love you, baby,” Logan told her, his deep voice thick with emotion as he uttered the words she had longed to hear.
With her heart singing in her chest, Peaches turned her head to his ear. “I know. I love you too, my sweet vanilla cupcake.”
Growling over the new pet name, Logan gave her a loving smack on the ass, and then gave it a tender rub to counteract the slight sting. Peaches giggled and pressed close to his powerful chest, content just to remain in his powerful arms forever. He had finally confessed his love for her. As far as she was concerned, there was only one more thing to make her happiness complete. Their baby.
Staying in his arms was not to be, however. Her men had other plans. Damien lifted her off Logan and carried her into the luxurious bathroom. Ryan had the shower going. She stepped in with him, grinning as he held up a bottle of body wash and a thick washcloth.
Logan and Damien joined them.
It was a long night. One filled with pleasure, shared happiness, and a hefty dose of passion. Staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room, centered between her men, she said softly,
“You know, I felt your love from the very first. And I know I loved each of you the moment we met.”
“Even me, baby?” Logan asked with a chuckle, obviously recalling their first meeting. The sparks had been flying.
“Yeah, even you, though I don’t know if I would have put a label on it then. But when I look back, and search what I was feeling, I know it was love. The moment I met each of you, I fell in love.”
“You’re one lucky
woman,” Ryan told her smugly. “Not every woman gets a chance at this.”
Reaching between his legs, she cupped his balls firmly in her hand. “And you better remember that,” she growled, laughing when he yelped and pushed her hand away.
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“I don’t have to. You’re the only woman for me, baby.” He threw himself on her, pressing her legs open. He thrust his cock into her pussy without a pause. “You’re perfect.” His playful attitude set the tone for the next few hours. Just before midnight, Logan chased them all out of bed for another shower and told them all to dress. When given a box, she opened it to find a black bustier and miniscule thong. Her eyebrows rose, but she put them on, then covered them with a sexy black dress. She didn’t hesitate when he put her collar around her neck, leaving her with a stinging kiss on her swollen lips.
The men collected leather duffel bags on their way out of the suite. Twenty minutes later, they were entering a nondescript brick building. They were ushered to a private room where the men changed and she shimmied out of the sexy dress.
Peaches thought Logan and Damien were really hot and sexy in black leather pants and heavy black boots. Broad shoulders, ripped torsos, all but left her panting, as did the way the leather molded itself lovingly to their cocks. Cream flowed from her aching pussy. Hell, she hadn’t thought she could be worked up again after so many hours of very thorough loving by her men. But here she was, drooling and panting. Peaches looked at Ryan, who wore only a collar. Even though they were away from curious eyes for the moment, he was already adopt-ing a submissive attitude, on his knees, his head bowed.
A short time later, he was having a fantasy fulfilled. On a stage, before a small audience of carefully selected, like-minded people, Logan applied a flogger to Ryan’s firm ass. He was strapped down to a bench that provided support. His powerful arms and legs were strapped securely. Their Dom had put her in a position where she would be able to watch the action without being overly obvious about it. However, he didn’t want her to miss Ryan’s fantasy being played out in a mouthwatering, flesh-searing scene.
Ryan’s moans reached her ears. She could tell he was turned on. So was she. How could she not be? As Logan pulled the butt plug from their lover’s asshole, she knew that there would be a time when she would have her turn. The idea excited her. Especially when she thought of all the things he could possibly do to her. It would be as exciting as what he was doing to the eager Ryan. She watched as Logan buried his cock in the other man’s ass and Damien stepped forward to feed his cock into Ryan’s eager mouth. The next few minutes were filled with hard-driving, flesh-pounding fucking. Peaches had to bite her lip to stifle her cry as she came. Cream ran down the insides of her quivering thighs. A glow filled her as her men came, roars of pleasure filling the room. Oh, yes, life with her three men was going to be very good.
And never would it be boring.
Chapter Eighteen
Peaches was grateful for the soft breeze entering the colorful tent. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she admired the gown she had had made for her wedding. Cream white with sapphire-blue panels, it was covered with gold embroidered birds, vines, and leaves. The fitted bodice accentuated her swollen belly. Even yards of fabric couldn’t hide it. The curves of her plump breasts pushed upward, deepening her cleavage. Her grandmother’s pearls were around her neck. The skirts of the gown swept the ground, which was covered by protective flooring. The long, fitted sleeves of the gown clung to her arms and wrists. Darla placed the simple golden circlet on her head, the filigree band over her forehead. Her blonde curls had grown until they now fell below her shoulders.
They grinned at one another. Darla had also played a large role in planning the wedding.
There was no way she was leaving her very best friend out of it. After all, hadn’t the woman encouraged her to be more than a little adventurous with her cowboys?
“You did good, girl,” Darla told her, giving her a quick hug, then stepping out of the way so Olivia could take her turn.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” Olivia cried, clasping her hands in front of her. Her mother was also dressed in a medieval-period gown of green silk, as were the rest of the wedding party.
The costumes had been made by a friend of hers who made period clothing for the movie stu-dios. She was the very best at what she did and had not disappointed Peaches when she personally brought the clothing for the fitting. “I can’t believe this. It’s remarkable. We’re out so far away from civilization that it feels like we actually went back in time.” Peaches had chosen the spot as soon as the weather began to warm. It was far enough away from the ranch buildings so, as her mother had said, there was nothing modern seen by the guests. Another friend had supplied the colorful tents and erected them. The mountains and the flower-filled valley was a magnificent setting.
Oh, yes, she was having a fairytale wedding and even her men had fallen in with her plans, despite having some misgivings about their own clothing. Personally, Peaches thought they looked sexier than hell.
Each of her men was to wear black and silver velvet doublets over black breeches. Instead of hose and period shoes, she and the costume designer had decided on black, lace-up leather boots of the period. But there were to be no hats. The men had refused to wear anything that might have a feather sticking out of it. They had allowed their hair to grow out at her request.
It was at their shoulders and it was yet another thing she thought sexier than hell.
“I can’t believe today finally arrived.” She looked around at the women surrounding her, smiling at them. The love she felt for them all was in her eyes. “I want to thank all of you for your help. I couldn’t have done it by myself.”
Less than an hour later, her father was escorting her to join her men at the altar. A can-opy of draped silk framed it. He kissed her cheek, smiling down at her, before giving her hand over to Logan.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with tears.
“Good luck, sweetheart,” John Malloy whispered in return, sniffing back his own tears.
Then she was turning to look at her men. They were splendid in their clothing, their hair blowing freely in the soft breeze, smiles on their handsome faces. Her heart skipped a beat.
Their baby kicked. She smiled and patted her belly.
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Logan looked down at her from his great height, his eyes sweeping over her. Love and admiration was in his eyes. He bent so he could kiss her softly, sweetly. Then he stepped out of the way so Damien and Ryan could take their turn greeting their future wife. When Ryan lingered too long in his enthusiasm, the minister cleared his throat meaningfully. He stepped back with a grin and a wink, always charming.
The ceremony was perfect. Peaches managed not to cry during or immediately after it.
Once her marriage to Logan was complete, they performed a commitment ceremony between the four of them. She couldn’t hold back the tears then. They streamed down her face as she recited the words she had written to bind herself to these three fantastic men. By the time the men finished their vows to her, she was just short of sobbing.
After throwing herself against them, she held them tightly as she told them how happy she was.
The rest of the day was filled with feasting and entertainment, yet another friend over-seeing the preparation of food suitable for such a celebration. The musicians were playing period music as Logan took her out for the first dance. There were performers dancing equally period dances. They encouraged guests to join them, and it wasn’t long before everyone was dancing and laughing at themselves, as well as everyone else having trouble with the different dances. Logan turned out to be quite good, moving with her to the music.
Jugglers, acrobats, actors, and a fire-eater moved through the throng of guests, continu-ally entertaining, much to everyone’s delight. The photographer and videographer tried to be inconspicuous, but failed miserably.
The moment they were to set off on their
honeymoon, Peaches could barely contain her excitement. There wouldn’t be any tackily decorated limousine to sweep them off to an exotic location. No, what she had planned was so much more fitting.
As she stood with her men in the glow of the setting sun, one of the men led Demon forward. He was draped in the finery befitting a destrier of medieval times. The powerful stallion seemed to realize that he was even more magnificent than before, as he pranced heavily through the spring grass, his blue-and-gold finery fluttering with every movement of his massive body, his huge head and neck covered in shiny armor. On his back was the huge saddle designed specifically to carry an armored knight.
A smile curved her mouth as she heard Logan’s exclamation of pleasure. “Oh, baby, what did you do?”
“It’s my wedding gift to you. Or part of it.” She waved her hand and a tall, muscular man walked toward them. “This is Miles Longworth. He’ll be training you and Demon to joust.” The two men shook hands. “When we get back,” she added. “Until then, he will be setting up the new arena for the lists.” Miles bowed elegantly before leaving a speechless Logan standing there. She turned to Damien and Ryan, waving her hand to have their gifts brought forward.
Two more of the men who worked for them walked forward leading two quarter horses. “I noticed your interest in these two stallions. They’ll be a fine addition to your breeding program.”
“Oh, baby, you’re the best!”
“But how did you do it?”
“Remember all those jobs I worked over the years?” She wrinkled her nose adorably. “I’m very good at saving and investing.”
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She grinned as they hugged and kissed her. Her heart swelled. Her gifts were as perfect as she had hoped they would be.
Moments later, she was lifted to the waiting arms of her husband. Demon moved restlessly, but steadied with a word from the man holding him. Logan pulled her against his chest, pressing a kiss to her temple.
