Butler, Reece - 1 Bed, 2 Weddings, 3 Husbands [Bride Train 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  It went in nice and easy, so he did the same with his long middle finger. She tightened around him, or maybe it was Riley’s tongue she was trying to catch. He added his first finger, gently pulsing both as he kissed her back and fondled her nipples.

  Five minutes later, he had three fingers in her ass and she was eager for more. This is it! He wiped his hand off and larded up his cock. His whole body shook as he pressed back her cheeks.

  “You ready, honey?”

  Instead of Victoria answering, Riley groaned. She dropped her belly to take Riley deep, and presented her ass to him. He placed his cock on her open pink ring and trusted Riley to keep her mind on other things. Holding his breath, and his cock, he pressed forward.

  “Push me out,” he whispered. “It’ll help.”

  She bore down, which made the pink ring relax. He easily slid in another inch. How could anything feel so damn good? He waited there, kissing and murmuring how wonderful she was. It was true. She trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he’d bring pleasure.

  “No more,” pleaded Riley. He pressed on Victoria’s shoulders to lift her face from his cock. “I’ll come if you touch me like that again.”

  “I thought that was the plan,” she replied, panting. Clint heard the laugh in her voice.

  “Not yet,” said Riley. “We’ve got more planned.”

  “How’s it feel, honey?” Clint hissed when she tightened around his cock. When she released him, he went in another inch. Riley must have done something she liked as she tilted her hips to bring her pussy down. It pushed her ass toward him, and he sank in another inch.

  “Oh, Ry,” she moaned, “don’t stop doing that.”

  Clint felt her tremors around his cock. He couldn’t come, not yet. Not even if she had an orgasm around him. He pressed his cock forward. Every inch felt hotter, more intense. Fighting the need to come, he managed to get all the way to the hilt.

  Riley shuffled his body back. His lips were now under her belly.

  “Why did you stop!” she complained.

  “For one,” said Riley, laughing, “I didn’t want to lick Clint’s hairy balls. They were hanging by my chin.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with my balls. Right, Victoria?” Clint eased back a couple of inches, and then forward. His balls tapped against her pussy.

  “It feels good,” she said, “but Riley’s mouth was better. You boys planning anything else? My clit needs some action.”

  Clint bent forward, reached around, and found her breasts. He rested his forehead on her back and enjoyed the feel of her silky skin. Her ass held his cock so tight he was ready to explode, and her breasts overflowed his hands. Yet she sassed him and demanded more.

  “Give Ry a moment to turn around,” he said, “and you’ll have more cock than you’ll know what to do with.”

  Riley took the hint and wiggled out. He wiped his face and lay on the bed, again on his back, but with his feet going in the same direction as Clint and Victoria. Clint rose on his knees and pushed them together.

  “Settle back on me and make room between our legs for Riley,” said Clint.

  Riley kissed her. “You know what what’s happening darlin’? I’m going to fill you sweet puss with my cock, while Clint’s in your ass.”

  She inhaled a gasp, but since she also clamped down on Clint’s cock, he figured she wasn’t too worried.

  “We’ll take turns,” said Clint. “One sliding in while the other slides out. But only if you want.”

  Victoria, bless her, stretched her knees apart and beckoned to Riley. From the eager look on his partner’s face, Clint figured her smile must be pretty wide. It took a few minutes of wrangling, but Riley’s cock was soon resting in front of Victoria’s belly.

  “How’re we gonna do this?” Riley kissed her breasts while he waited for Clint’s answer.

  “I think I have to pull out while our lady settles on you,” said Clint.

  He leaned back. Her tight asshole squeezed along his whole length as he pulled out. Riley shuffled forward. Victoria lifted up on her knees, and with Clint holding her waist and Riley her breasts, she sank down. Clint waited as she pumped Riley with her pussy a few times. When she bent forward to scrape her clit on Ry’s pubic bone, Clint pressed his cock into her again, but only an inch.

  “You control us, honey,” Clint whispered. “Show us what you want.”

  “More,” she answered. She reached behind and held Clint’s hips.

  He gritted his teeth as she pulled him forward, impaling herself. He could feel Riley’s cock, barely inside her pussy, as he slid past. She went slow and steady while he fought to hold still. She set her hands on Riley’s chest, leaning forward and changing his angle. He rested his hands on her ass cheeks, needing to hold her.

  The trust she had in them filled his heart. She was eager to be with them, relaxed and joyful, demanding more. This was what a marriage was supposed to be like. People giving and taking, pleasuring and being pleasured, as partners.

  She dropped her chest and ground herself against Riley, taking him in. Clint pulled back, not wanting to hurt her. They set up an easy rhythm of in and out, back and forth. Clint didn’t know how Riley was doing, but he was ready to explode.

  “How you doing, honey?” he asked, his voice as tight as the grip she had on his cock. “I don’t know how long I can last. You feel so good.”

  “Pinch my nipples, Ry,” she ordered. “I need more.”

  She rose, giving Riley easy access. He eagerly reached for her breasts. Clint reached around and found her clit with his clean hand. He played with it as he pulsed forward and back, faster than before. Victoria spread her knees and sank onto Ry’s cock.

  “Oh, Clint, it feels so good. Don’t stop.”

  Clint wasn’t about to disobey an order like that. His cock rubbed against Riley’s, making her tight ass feel almost ribbed. He worked her clit, keeping the other hand on her hip to feel for the little movements which showed him how fast and deep she wanted him.

  He sped up. She arched her back and shook her head so her hair fell around them. He sped up until he was going as fast as if he was in her pussy. Every time he went deep and his balls tickled her, her breasts jiggled.

  Damn, she was magnificent! Eager, enthusiastic, and rarin’ for more.

  “Oh, yes!”

  She arched, holding her breath. After a moment her pussy clenched him so hard that white light exploded. He roared and filled her tight ass with his seed. It erupted as if he hadn’t been near a woman in years.

  He was barely aware of her sitting up. Riley took her hips and slammed her forward and back while Clint knelt behind, his cock still hard. Riley shouted over Victoria’s second scream.

  When Ry flopped back, gasping, she sank forward to rest her head on his chest. Clint leaned over, his chest touching her back. They stayed there, panting, until Clint’s bones stiffened enough that they could support him.

  “I think I died and went to heaven,” moaned Riley.

  “Mm, that was wonderful,” Victoria answered.

  Clint pulled out and wrapped a flannel around his cock. He used warm water on Victoria and then flopped on his back beside Riley. He raised himself up to kiss Victoria and collapsed again.

  “I can’t think of anything that would be better than today,” said Riley.

  “I can,” said Clint. Two sets of eyes looked at him. He caressed Victoria’s cheek with his finger. “When this beautiful woman gives us a baby.”

  Clint knew he loved this woman with a passion that would never die. He hoped she saw it in his eyes, because he couldn’t say it out loud, not yet. Jed had to be the first of them to speak to Victoria of love. The man didn’t believe he was worthy of being loved. Worse, deep down he believed if someone did want him, they would hurt him, just like his mother. Until Jed realized he could love and be loved without pain, Clint and Riley had to keep quiet.

  Chapter Twelve

  “If I wasn’t a peaceable woman, I’d have a mind
to hurt those horrid men.”

  Owen Barstow turned his face away to hide the smile he knew would cause his wife to squawk even more. Ever since he got his marching orders about Victoria Adams, Mary’d been acting as if it was his idea. Though he was a new husband, he wasn’t a featherhead. He’d keep his mouth shut until her fire cooled to embers. Then he could heat her up his own way.

  She drove the buggy well, but then she did darn near everything well. He still couldn’t figure out why she said she was lucky to have married him. Far as he was concerned, it was the other way around. Most of the time, anyhow. Not today.

  “You should tell that pompous Judge Stinky that he shouldn’t stick his nose in Tanner’s Ford business.”

  “His name’s Judge Stickley, and you know it.” He coughed to hide the laugh he’d choked back. Now that Mary put the idea in his head, he was going to have a heck of a time using the man’s correct name.

  “Well, I think this whole thing stinks!”

  “I agree. But this shiny badge on my vest says I’m a lawman. That means I have to follow the law, even when I don’t like it.”

  She grumbled for a few minutes, but he could tell something was going to blow. Sure enough, she huffed and glared at him.

  “What if she’s with child! You can’t tell a woman after sharing her husband’s bed for nigh over two weeks, that her marriage never happened!”

  “That sticks in my craw as well, but there’s no use crossing that bridge until we get to it.”

  “Typical man,” she muttered. “Charge ahead, not thinking of how it will affect their women and children.”

  “Mary, I asked you to come with me this morning to help Victoria. I can’t have you saying what I’m doing is wrong. Are you going with me to the J Bar C? Or do I take you to visit Beth?”

  She pouted for a moment. “Where’s their turnoff?”

  “The first road on the right after the next bridge.” He pointed to the road at their left. “This goes to the J Bar C. What’s your decision?”

  “I’ll go with you. But now that I know how quick it is to get here by buggy, I can visit my friends anytime I want.”

  He harrumphed. “I didn’t think of that.”

  She shot him a triumphant look. “That’s what I said. Men don’t think ahead.” She slowed the buggy to make the turn. Her laugh rang out when she completed it successfully. “I’m going to have such fun!” She lightly slapped the reins, and the horse obediently stepped up the pace.

  Owen followed behind, enjoying his wife’s delight. Though she threatened to take a buggy and head out anytime she wanted, he knew she’d plan everything and get his approval beforehand. She’d been a widow long enough to take care of herself, but she also trusted his judgment when it came to danger. Just as he trusted hers about women and families. That was why he brought her to help him face Victoria and her men.

  He let her drive in front of him until they got close to the yard. He wasn’t sure if she’d be able to stop the horse, so stayed close. But, like almost everything else, she did it well.

  “Hello the house!” Mary called out loudly as soon as she pulled up.

  “Mary!”

  Victoria hurried out the door, wiping her hands on her apron. Owen noticed her wide smile and sparkling eyes. A curtain framed the small window facing the yard. He expected there were other changes inside. He’d already seen a change in Jed. He was at the mercantile the other day, ordering the largest tub Patsy O’Connor could find. Not only did he smile, he’d laughed at something Patsy said.

  He dismounted, hardening his features. How long did he let the women natter happily before he broke the news? Mary waved and went in the house with Victoria.

  “This a social call, Sheriff, or business? I was just heading out.”

  Owen straightened his shoulders, put on his lawman face, and turned to Jed. He nodded howdy. Jed’s welcoming manner faded. He wrapped the reins around a pole and walked over.

  “Business,” said Owen.

  “Anything to do with Smythe and our cattle?” Riley wandered out of the barn. “I expect Rivers or Jennet has wired him about it by now.” He laughed. “I wish I’d seen his face when he found out he’d lost the whole kit and caboodle.”

  Owen waited.

  “Smythe wants revenge,” said Jed.

  His hard face reflected the flat tone of his statement. He tried to appear unaffected, but Owen saw the tic by his eye, his fast breathing, and the fists he flexed to keep uncurled.

  “But the whole town council voted for it.” Riley’s raised voice, unlike Jed, showed his anger.

  Owen nodded. “That’s why Smythe can’t touch you about the cattle. So he found another way to get at you.” He held up his hands before the men could explode. “It’s easily fixable.”

  Jed looked down. He slowly curled his right hand into a fist. He turned it, as if preparing to hit, and then opened his fingers again. “He went after Victoria.”

  Owen nodded.

  “He even thinks of touching her, he’s a dead man,” said Riley.

  “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” said Owen. Though he’d had hints that Riley had a lot more sand than he let show, Owen hadn’t realized his eyes could hold the cold stare of a killer. He expected, and found it, in Jed’s.

  “It’s nothing like that,” said Owen. “As I said, it’s easily fixable.”

  “Spit it out before I have to hit something. Because you’re nice and close,” said Jed.

  “I don’t like this any more than you do, but I’ve been ordered to tell you Judge Thatcher retired from the bench when he moved here to marry Lily. According to the new judge, he lost the right to perform weddings when he left Helena.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” demanded Riley.

  “The marriage wasn’t legal,” said Owen. “Ben Elliott and Judge Thatcher are already working on the situation. Thatcher says Jennet and his wife stay with Judge Stickley when they visit Helena. The day after your marriage, the Jennets left for a visit to Helena. Stickley was overheard saying to Jennet that a funeral was the only ceremony he’d perform for Jed Adams. They were in the Nugget Saloon, which is owned by Smythe, when he said it. And since the whole Tanner’s Ford council heard Jennet badmouthing you and Thatcher, there’s evidence of conflict of interest.”

  Riley looked from Jed to Owen and back. “Where does that leave us?”

  Owen took a deep breath and braced himself.

  “According to Stickley, your marriage to Victoria Edison never existed.”

  * * * *

  “Her name is Mrs. Adams,” growled Jed. “And it’s gonna stay that way.”

  Jed tamped down the bile that burned his throat. Everything they shared with Victoria was real. Every kiss, every smile, every laugh. No one could wipe that out with the stroke of a pen!

  “Stickley’s slicker than a fresh-oiled gun barrel,” said the sheriff, “but he’ll get his comeuppance. Thatcher’s going over his past like a banker scrabbling in the sofa looking for pennies.”

  “Jed!”

  His feet were moving toward Victoria, who’d burst out of the cabin, before he even blinked. He slowed just before she slammed into him. He grabbed and held her warm body tight. Finally, he could breathe again. He rocked her, loving that she came to him for comfort and protection.

  “Jed,” she said, her voice squeaking, “they said—”

  “It’s a lie, a trick by Smythe, Jennet, and Rivers. Don’t worry about it.”

  She pushed him away to look at his face. Tears trembled in the corners of her eyes.

  “No, Jed. It’s the law. The paper we signed is worth nothing. We’re not married!”

  “Nothing’s changed between us. Nothing!” He tried to pull her closer. She shook her head and took a step back. He didn’t let her go. “We’re married, Victoria. In a couple of weeks this will all be straightened out. Years from now we’ll laugh about it with our grandchildren.”

  Her chin trembled. She silently shook her head.
Didn’t she understand he couldn’t live without her? They could keep on living, just like before, while the lawmen figured things out.

  “Smythe hates being bested,” he told her. We got our cattle back, so he’s using smoke and mirrors to get revenge.” He gently kissed her soft cheek. “It’s okay, Victoria. Everything’s fine. You and Mary have a good visit.” He lowered his voice and spoke in her ear. “Later on, I’ll prove how much we’re married. Just you and me this time.”

  She shook her head, though a flush covered her face. A flush that he knew started between her soft thighs.

  “I can’t live with you if we’re not married, Jed. It wouldn’t be right. Everyone will think…”

  She pressed her lips together and dropped her eyes to the ground. After what they’d shared, she’d refuse to live with him, just because of what other would think? She would push him away as if what they had was nothing? Or was he only now seeing the woman she really was, and not what he wanted so much? An icy hand clenched his heart, which pumped cold rivers through his body. He had to know.

  “Will think what, Victoria?” He whispered the words. “Think hard before you say it.”

  Was she like his mother, hiding reality to show an illusion of perfection to an admiring world? What would Victoria give up for the approval of strangers? Would she destroy what they shared, because of public opinion?

  Uncle Pat and Aunt Chrissie raised him to believe in himself. He didn’t remember much from before they took him in, when he was about six. When he saw his parents the next time, a few years later, he watched them carefully. They got out of the wagon all smiles and perfection. But once inside, their faces turned cruel. He heard his mother swear to Uncle Pat, her own brother, that she never raised her hand to a child again. But all during that visit, Jed saw her viciously pinch them when she thought no one was watching.

  He watched her, noticing how her words didn’t match her facial expressions. Oh, she smiled, but the corners of her eyes didn’t crinkle like Aunt Chrissie. Her laugh sounded forced, even practiced. She didn’t look at him often, but when she did, her eyes condemned him.