by Reece Butler
“How are you going to do that, Mr. Langford?”
He grasped her upper thighs and lifted her. Her legs splayed far apart. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling back. He stared at her, almost snarling, as he guided her onto his cock. When he was hilt deep, she wrapped her legs around him.
“Every part of this house,” he said. Holding her back cheeks, he walked around her home. He raised and lowered her every time he stopped. The position ground her clit against him. By the time they entered what would be her room, she’d had enough teasing.
“If you don’t finish this, Ace Langford, I am going to cut it off!”
He laughed and set her on the quilt on her back. It wasn’t a position they used often, but she didn’t complain. He smiled gently down at her and smoothed her hair off her face.
“This home may not be mine, but you are,” he said.
He settled between her thighs, holding himself up with his hands. She lifted her bottom so that his cock angled in such a way that it rubbed against that wonderful spot inside her pussy. His thrusts increased in speed and depth until he pounded against her. The quilt moved every time he filled her full.
“You’re mine,” she said, smiling at his feral grimace.
“Mine!” he replied. He dropped himself onto his elbows and increased speed. She could barely keep up, tension swirling inside her.
“Do it, Jessie,” he ordered. “Scream my name when you come!”
His chest hair rasped her nipples, his cock filled her.
“I love you!” he growled.
“Oh, Ace!”
She shattered, barely hearing him roaring her name in return as his seed flooded into her. After a moment he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She rested her head on his heaving chest, gasping like a fish. He wrapped his arms around her.
A long time later he cupped a hand around one bottom cheek and smiled up at her.
* * * *
Ace couldn’t imagine living a day without this frustrating, demanding, wonderful woman.
“Something in me needs to claim you as mine, Jessie, but I don’t want to own you.”
“Damn good thing,” she growled. He knew she was only partly joking.
“What about Sin and Henry? Do you love them as well?”
She nodded. He relaxed a bit, knowing they loved her as well.
“You’re all so different. I’m glad I don’t have to choose between you.”
“Shall we go home now?”
“If I’m with you, Mr. Kenrick bloody Langford, I’m already home.”
“I told you what would happen if you swore,” he said.
She pushed on his chest, but he held her tight. She tickled him until he let her go. She scrambled to her feet and ran toward the door, but he caught her around the waist.
“Truce until we get to the cabin,” he said. “The others should be coming back about now. I’ll let them take turns paddling your ass before we show you who’s boss.” He trailed his fingers through her swollen pussy.
She stuck out her tongue, but Ace knew the thought of what they might do to her kept her aroused. He left the quilt behind and carried her to the buggy. He set his shirt on the seat to protect her bottom and put on his pants.
He couldn’t miss the opportunity of having his naked wife in the wagon. Her breasts swayed with every bump and roll. The sun was warm but not so much that her nipples weren’t tight from the cool air. Or perhaps they were tight due to what they’d just done.
Sin and Henry greeted him with nods when they rode into the yard.
“Everything’s ready,” said Sin. “What about you?”
“I’ve got the item in question.”
Henry lifted his hands and motioned she was to climb down. She pouted when he didn’t take advantage of her nakedness. That wouldn’t last long.
Keeping his back to Jessie, Ace handed one thin band to Sin and Henry, keeping the third for himself. She looked at them warily as they stalked her, but held her ground. Ace knelt in front of her on one knee, with Sin to his right and Henry to his left. They held out their hands, a twisted ring of metal on each.
“I know I said we’d look for a ring when we drove the cattle to Virginia City, but we couldn’t wait,” he said.
“A ring?” She bit her lip, her chin quivering.
“Three rings. One from each of us,” said Ace.
He took the bands from Ace and Henry and twisted them to make one, interconnected, ring. Sin took her left hand. He pushed the ring on as far as her knuckle.
“I love you, Jessie,” said Sin. “Even though you’re the most frustrating, cantankerous woman I’ve ever known.” He kissed her hand and passed it on to Henry.
“I grew up with five older sisters and thought I knew everything about women.” He shook his head and gave her a half smile. “I learn something new from you every day. I wanted adventure, and, woman, you challenge me every moment. I love you, Jessie.” He gently pushed the ring the rest of the way.
She looked at Henry, then Sin, and turned to Ace.
“I don’t know what to say, other than I love you all.”
“Why don’t you tell us where you hid that Sinful Pleasures book?” Ace leaned forward and kissed her belly. “We could take it with us to the hot spring and see what it’s all about.”
“Trace said we might particularly like page fourteen,” said Sin.
“Nevin said page eight is his favorite,” said Henry.
Jessie turned to Ace. “What do you think?”
“I think we should load this buggy up with quilts, soap, food, and our gorgeous wife, and spend the afternoon at the hot spring. We’ll open that book at page one and work our way through as far as we can go. We’ll come home, do the chores, and then continue where we left off. That suit you, wife?”
While he spoke, Sin and Henry’s fingers roved over her body. Her eyes shone as she looked at him with eagerness.
“Beth and Amelia say that pages twelve, sixteen, and twenty-eight are the best, but if you want to start at the beginning, husbands, that suits me fine. Just as long as you love me.”
Ace looked at his partners. They replied as one.
“Forever.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I admire those who choose adventure and the chance of a better life elsewhere. Compromised Cowgirl tells the story of three men who did just that. So did my ancestors.
In the eighteen hundreds, the feudal right of primogeniture ruled England. This meant the eldest male inherited everything. William, my ancestor, was the third brother of ten children. Just like Ace, Sin and Henry, he sailed across the Atlantic and found a better life.
I don’t have their need for adventure. I’m of medium height, medium build, and I sit in an office in front of a computer for my day job. To be honest, I’m rather boring. It’s the characters in my head who have adventures.
My writing does give me an excuse to do interesting things as research. In August of 2010 I spent two weeks driving around southwest Montana, researching the fictional town of Tanner’s Ford. I fell in love with the wide blue skies and wonderful people.
I came home with a suitcase full of research books, a camera full of photos and wonderful memories to bring to life through my characters.
If I’m not at my day job, you’ll usually find me in front of my keyboard, surrounded by pictures of hunky cowboys, crafting the lives of Tanner’s Ford heroes and Bride Train heroines.
Also by Reece Butler
Ménage Amour: Cowboy Sandwich
Ménage Amour: Sequel to Cowboy Sandwich: Cowboy Double-Decker
Ménage Everlasting: Bride Train 1: Barefoot Bride for Three
Ménage Everlasting: Bride Train 2: A Contract Bride’s Triple Surprise
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