by Lacey Davis
“Hello, Bartlett.”
Georgia gasped when she saw him. At the sound, Bartlett turned to face him.
“Well, look who they sent to fight me. The gimp. The man with a limp who couldn’t fight off a child, let alone a real man.”
Martin let the words roll off his back as he smiled at him.
“You must have a death wish. You’ve been on a real killing spree today.”
“A few less losers in the city,” he said with a shrug. “I don’t recommend using a gun in here or we’re all dead.”
Nice of the man to confirm his worst fears.
“Untie her,” he said.
“Hell no. I’m about to fuck her and you can’t stop me,” he said with an evil grin.
Martin smiled. “First, you have to deal with me.”
The man had a sparkle in his eye as he walked toward him. “That won’t take long.”
As the man approached, Martin slid out the cave entrance just enough to grab the kerosene which he turned and tossed into Bartlett's face.
The man screamed in agony as the liquid burned his flesh, then Martin grabbed the pick axe and swung it, hitting him square in the chest, burying the blade.
“Die, you son of a bitch. Die.”
Bartlett screamed again and then collapsed to the ground.
Martin rushed in to untie Georgia.
“Oh, thank God, I knew you would come after me. Did he kill Daniel?”
The sheriff and Daniel came running into the room. “He tried, but by the grace of God, that bullet missed.”
As Martin cut the last of the ties, she collapsed and they both caught her.
“I’ve been so scared,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “What about Papa? Did he kill him?”
Martin shook his head. “I’m sorry, honey, he passed before we left town.”
She closed her eyes. “I’ll never understand what happened to change him. My papa was never like this before.”
“Remember the good times,” Daniel told her.
As they gathered her up, dust rained down from the ceiling. "Watch out!" the sheriff hollered. "The ceiling is caving in."
Daniel and Martin pushed her down and covered her with their bodies. Rocks pelted them, but nothing that broke any bones. When it was over they were all covered in debris and coughing.
“Let’s get out of here,” the sheriff said.
“What about Bartlett?” Daniel asked.
“Dead. Your friend stopped him in his tracks with that pick axe.”
“Let’s go,” Martin said. “I never want to see the inside of a mine again.”
As they walked by the body of Bartlett, Georgia kicked the dead man. “Enjoy hell.”
In a matter of minutes, they found the men from Bridgewater and they all evacuated to the top of the mine.
“Someone has to tell Mama,” she said with a sigh. “Please, can we go see her?”
“Of course,” Martin said, wanting his wife to be at peace with what happened today.
Daniel looked at him and grinned. “Don’t let me ever hear you say that you can’t protect our wife and children. Any man who would throw kerosene and strike a man with a pick axe will do whatever is necessary to protect those he loves.”
Warmth filled Martin as he smiled. It was true, he had protected their wife and saved her from that brutal monster. Even with a bad leg, he would defend those he cared about. And right now, his heart was full of love for this woman.
His wife, and soon, the mother of his children.
24
Two weeks after the death of her father, Georgia still felt sad he was gone, but relieved that Bartlett was dead. His son had gone to live with family in Texas. As much as she tried to talk her mother into living with them, the woman refused. Told her that she wanted to visit her family in New York, to experience life without her father controlling her.
And she couldn’t blame her. It seemed her parents had never been truly happy, and now with her father’s death, her mother wanted a chance to enjoy herself.
Her husbands, who protected her and she hoped loved her as much as she loved them, were teaching her to shoot. Just in case they ever had problems with someone again. The first week they refused to leave her alone, but now they were once again returning to work.
The women of Bridgewater had all come to visit to make certain she was all right. Life was good. If not for the death of her father, it would be perfect. But she tried to remember her father like he was when she was a little girl. The good man who showed her love, not the evil man that Bartlett brought out.
Tonight they had been married for a month. Emma had come over to help her make a roast. She liked the woman and they were becoming close friends.
Then she baked a cake, and after they ate, she had a special night planned for her men to celebrate.
She hoped they would both take her at the same time. Since the ordeal, they had been babying her, and she was tired of it. Tonight, she wanted her men, rough and randy, the way she liked them.
Martin came through the door and Daniel followed.
“Something smells delicious.”
She grinned.
“Wow, look at the table. Are we having company?”
She borrowed a tablecloth from one of the ladies and had the table set with the cake in the middle.
“No, tonight is the one month anniversary of our marriage. Tonight, I want to celebrate with my husbands.”
The two men glanced at each other and grinned.
“Go wash up. Supper is ready and waiting on you,” she told them.
Daniel turned and glanced at Martin. “Do you think she’s getting bossy?”
“I think so,” he said. “She needs to be reminded of her place.”
A smile flitted across her face. “After desert, gentlemen, you may put me in my place, as long as I get the first orgasm.”
They smiled.
“I don’t know,” Daniel said.
“Who went first last time?” Martin asked.
She placed both hands on her hips, turned, and lifted her skirts so they could see her bare bottom and pulled apart her cheeks to show them that the last butt plug was in place.
“Now, gentlemen, I suggest you hurry. The night is going to be filled with pleasure.”
“Dear God, Georgia, how can a man eat food after looking at that. Maybe we should just take the cake upstairs and have that after we have sex.”
She turned and raised her brows at them. “I’ve spent a lot of time in the kitchen today preparing the perfect meal to go along with a night of sex. Now, hurry.”
The men bumped into each other as they rushed out of the room. She could hear them using the water pump outside to clean up.
“I think she’s ready,” Daniel said.
“Me too. But first we have to eat or she’s going to be upset,” Martin said.
When they came back in, she had the food sitting on the table.
“Roast and mashed potatoes and gravy,” Martin said in awe. “My favorite.”
Daniel pulled out her chair and they all sat.
Very little was said as they ate the food. There was a lot of moans and smiles.
“Martin, did I ever tell you how glad I am that you said we should marry this woman?”
“No, but as I’m sitting here eating this food and dreaming about what we’re going to do next, I was thinking the same thing.”
Georgia laughed as she watched her husbands finish their meal. The cake was devoured in minutes. Then they turned to her.
“Go upstairs and be prepared,” Martin said. “We’ll do the dishes.”
She wanted to ask if the dishes would be clean but knew that would only upset them. But she was certain they would be done in record time.
Eager to begin the night, she rushed up the stairs. Stripping her clothes off, she wondered how it would feel with both of her men inside her.
After the way they made love to her during the last month, she was no longer afraid
. She trusted they would make certain she was prepared and that all her needs were met.
When she heard their footsteps on the stairs, she hurried over and crawled on the bed, naked, her butt raised into the air.
As they entered the room, they stopped.
“Would you look at that?” Daniel said.
“Beautiful,” Martin said, “and she belongs to us.”
She heard them shedding their clothes. When Daniel’s belt hit the ground, she was a little disappointed, but knew he would give her what she wanted if she asked.
A second later, she felt Daniel rubbing her ass with his hand. “Honey, this ass is so white. I think you need some color in your buttocks.”
This was what she loved about these men. They knew her wants before she even knew them.
Smack! She felt his hand hit her buttocks and she moaned at the rush of heat. She pushed back wanting more.
Smack! He hit her again and then she felt his fingers sliding through her wet folds.
“Honey, I think you like it when we paddle you.”
What could she say? She refused to tell him a lie. “I like the pleasure spankings, not the punishment ones. Martin, I need you.”
For a month now, she had wanted to show him that his scars didn’t frighten her. But every time they made love, he had kept rags wrapped around his leg, hiding the wounds from her view.
“Lie back on the bed,” she said.
With her ass still in the air, she kissed her way down his stomach to where the bandages began. Slowly she unwrapped his leg, giving his thigh a kiss with every movement. With every inch revealed, she kissed the redden skin, showing her love for this man.
“Georgia,” he said with a groan as he tried to pull her away.
“No, Martin, these scars are a part of you. And you are a part of me,” she said as she kissed her way back to his cock. “Never hide them from me again.”
She wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck the bulbous head into her mouth.
Smack! She moaned around the cock in her mouth as the heat from Daniel’s hand flooded her. He rubbed her ass increasing the feelings before plunging his fingers inside her pussy.
These men were her life. This was what made her happy and she loved them both. Tonight she would tell them what they meant to her.
Martin grabbed her hair and pushed his cock even deeper. She could feel his tip throbbing against her throat as he fucked her mouth.
“Oh, Georgia, I’m going to come,” he said.
Smack! Daniel landed another hit onto her buttocks and this one almost sent her over the edge.
“Hold it, honey, I’m not going to let you come until we’re both inside you,” Daniel said as he leaned over her back, massaging her buttocks.
Just then Martin spilled his seed into her throat and she swallowed, concentrating on his pleasure and not her own. This man needed to know she loved him regardless of his battle wounds.
When he pulled out, she licked her lips and gazed at him.
“Lick me clean and get me hard once again.”
She did as he asked, and while she took care of him, Daniel pulled the butt plug from her. For a moment, she felt empty, vacant.
Martin slid down beneath her, moving until his cock was lined up with her pussy. She stared deeply into his dark brown eyes and wondered at the feelings that filled her for this man. He rubbed his cock back and forth teasing her, not entering her pussy, but making her want him even more.
“Martin,” she cried.
With a grin, he claimed her mouth. Demanding, controlling her lips with his own as he possessed her mouth. It was then that she felt Daniel slide something gooey along her anus and then his cock was at her back entrance.
She tensed.
Martin eased back from her lips and caressed her face with his hands. “Relax, honey. Open wide and let Daniel in.”
Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax and then she felt Daniel swat her buttocks and she released the tension she felt deep inside.
His cock pushed inside her, filling her, stretching her. “Oh God, it’s too big.”
“No, honey, you can do this.”
She felt a pop inside her rectum and her body accepted him. Sliding all the way in.
“That’s it,” Daniel said. “Now we’re ready.”
Martin slid his cock into her pussy and she felt so incredibly full. Once they were both inside, one would move and then the other. They were shoving in and out in a rhythm that left her teetering on the edge at all time.
Her men possessed her. Owned her. And she hoped, loved her.
“Hold on,” Daniel said as he gripped her hips and pushed in while Martin pulled almost out of her pussy. Back and forth they took her, her pleasure climbing higher and higher.
“Oh,” she screamed trying to hold on, wanting this to last forever.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” Martin cried.
“Me either,” Daniel said.
“Please,” Georgia cried, “let me come.”
“Now, come on us, now,” Martin cried.
She screamed as the orgasm overtook her, wrapping around her as the two men she loved with all her heart came deep inside her. As she drifted down from the ceiling, she lay between her men and couldn’t think of anywhere else she would want to be.
As they recovered, Daniel rolled onto his back and Martin slid her off him until she lay between them.
Tears leaked from her eyes and she gazed at the men she loved.
“Daniel, Martin, this last month has been the best time in my life. You’ve shown me a new type of living and I’ve fallen in love with both of you. I can’t wait until we have children, but both of you will always be my husband, my lovers, and what I cherish most in life. I love you.”
They both wrapped her in their arms.
“I love you, Georgia,” Martin said. “I never thought I would ever say those words.”
“Me, too, Georgia. You’ve made our lives so much better.”
She lay wrapped in their arms and though the last month had been trying with Bartlett and her father, she would forever be grateful for them "forcing" her to marry her two men.
“Let’s do it again,” Martin said. “But this time, I will claim her ass.”
“Don’t ever forget that you are ours, Georgia. Our woman. Our love.”
“Never,” she said with a sigh of wonderment. "Now let’s make a baby."
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ALEX
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“Back at the market, that beautiful brunette behind the counter was flirting with you," he said, grinning at Jesse. The man swayed side to side with the motion of his chestnut mare.
After making a supply run to Butte, Montana, the two men were headed home to Bridgewater. The green hills and rising mountains gave Alex a feeling of homecoming. Of belonging. A place where he wanted to raise a family.
With Jesse by his side, a woman would complete their plans of home and family.
"Don't matter, she's not the right woman for us. Besides are you certain this is the year we should bring a woman home? By next spring, we'll know if the cattle we brought in will make our herd strong. It might be better to wait."
With the cattle they had driven from Texas, their ranch would hopefully be successful. After being gone for three months, they both were eager to spend time on their little piece of heaven.
A woman would make everything perfect.
Alex was ready to settle down, to find a woman to fill his bed at night and warm his heart in the morning. Yes, he wanted a wife. A beautiful woman on the outside
and the inside to build a life with his friend Jesse.
The house was built. The new cattle should make their herd stout. And he had an itch for not just any woman. A special lady they would cherish.
Always the logical thinker, Jesse made very few quick decisions and that made them a great pair. But Alex wanted a wife now. Since the fight in Bozeman that left a scar down his cheek, they had not had a woman, and he was feeling the pressure. Only this time, he didn’t want an easy woman, but rather someone they would protect with their life.
“Everyone in Bridgewater has someone, except us. Winter will be arriving soon and the thought of curling up beside our own woman, well, it makes me want to find someone and marry her."
For years, they had talked about finding the right woman who would fit their lifestyle. Seeing their friends at Bridgewater with their women left a hole in Alex’s heart. The longing glances, the slight touches, the moans overheard in the night. That was what he wanted. A woman willing to give herself and love both of them.
"And if we find the wrong woman to ease your itch, then we'll be miserable. No, we need to wait until we find the perfect bride for us. Someone who will accept and enjoy the Bridgewater way of life. Someone who will accept the way we live and love us."
"True."
Whoever this mystery woman was, she had to consent to them both and some women couldn't adjust to having two men love her. Whoever they married, they would treat her like a queen, but would expect her to trust them.
“You’re itching to get your cock wet. It’s been too long, that’s all. We should return to Butte and visit the whorehouse.”
The girls at Miss Rose’s knew how to fuck. The lovely ladies accommodated a man's every desire, but he was ready for more. A willing woman that when he told her to bend over, she couldn't wait to answer both their demands, but someone who would love them and they would honor and protect her.
At this time, he wanted more than just a tumble between the sheets, he wanted to experience a real family life. To honor and pledge his loyalty to their wife and only her.
Not like the family he grew up with. Something new and fresh.
