Releasing her hand, Dono moved out the way for his brother. Eagerly, Dash gallantly positioned himself on one knee, then swept up her hand. He pressed a long sweet kiss on her branded wrist.
As he looked up, Kylie giggled, a nervous sound, yet also one of giddy relief. “Who would have thought there’d be three Prince Charmings who want to brand me?”
“Your Prince Charming Cowboys.” Dash embraced her hand between both of his.
“Then, you do have that fairytale here…still.”
Dash nodded. “Alive and well. We celebrate Prince Charming days before Christmas with a local ball. There’s a movie marathon and other parties. And gifts.”
“Gifts.” Her tone teased Dash sweetly. “Every woman I know does appreciate gifts. I’ve never been to a ball.”
“I can already envision you in a red velvet gown,” Dash began enthusiastically, “You can have any gown you want, though, Kylie.”
“That might be interesting, to know what gowns each of you would choose. If I said, may the best man’s choice win, how would you decide?”
All of three of them glanced at each other, realizing none of them had an answer.
After several moments of complete silence, Dono asked, “How would we decide?”
“Okay, each of you could whirl me about the room to the strains of a waltz. Whoever I liked best, that’s the winner.”
They all whipped their heads around staring at each other briefly.
“That sounds fair.” Dillon’s baritone voice filled the air. He stroked his palm over Kylie’s back.
Dono envisioned himself dancing with Kylie at the ball in the gown of his choice. “That requires a lot of practice time,” he mused. “The way I see it.”
“Yep, lots of practice.” Dash stood but kept hold of Kylie’s hand. “Honey, Dono and I could do with a shower. Why don’t all of us clean up together?”
Their wife trembled. “That’s the plan. Get me all sexed up in the shower…then, then brand me, again.”
Dono moved to gain her attention. “The plan is always to get you sexed up. That’s a new word for us, brothers. A good one.”
“Honey lamb, you liked me and Dono handlin’ that beautiful naked body of yours.”
Even in the golden firelight, Dono could see Kylie’s deep blush at Dash’s reminder.
“All of us touching you, darlin’,” Dillon purred. “Every gorgeous peak and valley of you.” He caressed her shoulders.
“You make it hard for a woman to say no.” Her breathless voice might as well have been razors of need through Dono, especially to his log-heavy cock. “Besides, you’re all so hunky and sexy to the max.” She rapidly breathed in and out. “Oh, god.”
She sank back against Dillon, so small and lovely against his brother’s frame that Dono groaned silently. He smoothed his hands over her shoulders, then molded her arms with caresses before lightly stroking her tits through the shirt.
“I can’t say no,” she whispered. Her eyelids slipped shut and her small hand covered one of Dillon’s as he cupped her breast. “You cowboys better make it so good.”
“So good, you’ll be dreamin’ about everything we do to you, and dreamin’ about it happenin’ again.” Dono bent toward her and caught her mouth with his.
Nibbling the outline of her heart-shaped lips, he teased her lips into what he called a banquet kiss. The lush shape of her mouth met his lips completely and with a passion that swept through him like wildfire.
Finally breaking their kiss, he whispered, “Kylie.” Dono surrounded her waist with his hands, and caressed. “Come on, my mermaid, let’s go get wet.”
“Since you put it like that, a swim against all of you sounds way too erotic to refuse.”
Dash released her hand, stepping back. “I’ll go get the shower ready.”
Dillon stroked his hands from Kylie and gave a nod as Dono looked up. Seizing her waist, Dono lifted her to her feet and slid his arms around her in a seductive embrace.
“No fair.” She wound her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe. “There are three of you absolutely irresistible cowboys. I don’t stand a chance.”
“Nope. But I surely like you standing so close.” Dono splayed his hands on her back bringing her closer. “If you aren’t the best-feeling woman.”
“I’m not naked… yet,” she enticed.
“It’s those wickedly sweet curves of yours and I sure do appreciate how you’re using ‘em against me now, rubbin’ that way.”
“Mmmm…I can tell.” She undulated against his hell-bent-for-leather cock, straining just for her.
Dono claimed her ass, hauling her upward. “That’s it, sweetheart. Wrap your legs around me and cradle my long stud cock with that red rose of yours.”
Clutching his waist with her voluptuous thighs, she squeezed his neck, then feather-brushed her mouth over his. Dang, hold back the horses. He hoped his breeding flesh didn’t turn into a damn geyser.
“Roughshod,” she tempted.
“Roughshod?” Dono pivoted and carried her toward their marital shower.
“That’s what I want.”
She nuzzled his neck, her desire a natural expression and not the practiced seduction of a woman who knew how to raise a man’s matin’ temperature to red hot.
Striding faster, his balls feeling heavy as lead weights, Dono rasped, “What you want.”
Straight to the gates of hell, he’d give her anything she wanted. She scorched him alive.
“I want all of you to ride me roughshod.”
Dono jerked to a halt, his nerves smoldering as if they’d all been set on fire. His cock begged to know exactly what she meant
“Not ride over me roughshod…in me roughshod.”
“Kylie.”
His own growl as he spoke her name sounded too loud, too primitive. Whipping his forearm beneath her butt, he then gripped her short hair tight to her head. Their gazes scalded into one another.
“When you brand me, I want your cocks branding me inside.”
She’d said the words softly, almost as though it was a confession to him. Everything inside Dono felt like lightning, electricity striking with the force of a tornado.
“Sure as the sun comin’ up, sweetheart.” Forcing his stride forward again, Dono moved them toward the sound of spraying water.
Dash waited, naked as a jaybird, his cock standing like a tree trunk. As Dono carefully settled their wife on her feet, he could tell his brother had coated his shaft with inhibitor gel, a damn good idea he was about to do to himself.
“Kylie.” Dono swept caresses over her back. “Dash is going to take you into the shower while I undress. Okay, my beautiful mermaid?”
“You won’t forget what I told you, will you?”
Her small pale hands slid up his forearms, then held. Her turquoise eyes, darkened by passion, also glistened in a way that enchanted him. Hell, it was pure magic to him.
“I won’t forget.” Dono cupped her chin briefly. Only his anticipation of what was about to happen let him step back from her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
You’re My Prince Cowboy
Dash embraced his wife’s shoulders from behind. “Kylie, little honey.” Bringing her around to face him, he slid his thumbpad up the soft skin of her delicate throat, the color of fresh cream.
Damn, if he wasn’t itchin’ to see her face and her eyes beneath his gaze, more than a dog with fleas. Using the gentle pressure of his thumb, he tilted her chin upward.
Her bright strawberry-colored hair glinted golden in the amber lighting they’d turned on, falling back from her features in lovely waves. “Princess, you are beauteous, with skin so fair and lips the roses envy.”
Her eyelids fluttered wide with surprise.
“Your eyes are the wise jewels that beckon me ever closer,” Dash continued. “The shape of your face is exotic as an orchid and wondrous to behold.”
She stared at him for a long moment. “Wow, you are a Prince Charming.” Fo
r several moments she studied him, her breaths rabid. “Sort of in disguise.”
“Disguise?” Had he done something wrong? Dash had spoken from his innermost heart.
“I mean, you look like both, a cowboy and a prince. And,” she hesitated, “you act like both. That’s not a bad thing,” she added hastily. Leaning forward, she ran her hands over his chest, her fingers drifting through the fine sparse hair. “I like it more and more. Like I said before, you’re my prince cowboy.”
“Yippee,” Dash crowed in a low voice. “Let’s get this dang shirt off you. That body of yours is just too beautiful not to be naked.”
Playfully, she tweaked his chin. “I suppose if you say so.”
Dash took that as an invitation to start unbuttoning her shirt. Cooperating, she took a step back.
“Ooooh, I think I like you undressing me.” She smiled, looking frisky like a vixen. “Does that come with being a wife around here?”
“It does with me.” Dash smoothed the shirt off her shoulders until it slid to the floor.
“Me, too.” Dillon’s voice boomed around them.
“Maybe, we’ll have to take turns undressing you.” Dono sauntered toward them.
“Which one of you handsome strapping cowboys is going to carry me into the shower?”
Dash didn’t hesitate, scooping her up in his arms.
She flung her little arms around his neck. “And the water had better be warm enough.”
“Finders keepers.” Dash spun around in a circle, celebrating. “Woooweee, you are a bundle of female heaven.”
“Wow, now that was a wild ride. I think my eyes are pinwheels.” She shook her head a bit.
Dash gazed at her for an instant before walking toward the shower’s entrance. His happiness welled up and felt like it spilled out of him in every direction. “Sorry, honey, you’re cuter than a litter of pups and a heck of a lot prettier.”
“Don’t let Bonnie hear you say that,” Dono bantered.
“That’s a compliment I’ve never heard.” She glanced at the shower room’s extra large entrance.
“Popular saying back in the day,” Dillon explained.
Dash watched his brother’s gaze devour Kylie whole as he moved within the steamy interior. They’d all taken great care in building the shower that had been designed for lovin’ on their wife.
There were three separate showerheads, all of them spraying with medium force currently. Dash stepped to the center where the water felt like a steady rain. “Kylie, is it warm enough? Too warm?”
“Feels good, prince cowboy.”
Unable to resist, Dash rotated in a circle with her, his softly curved woman. The spray sluiced over them, only interrupted when Dillon and Dash moved inside.
“I’ll bet those little feet of yours would like a good rubbin’.” Dillon enfolded Kylie’s foot in his hand, once Dash stopped his spin.
“Those are inches on me that love to be massaged, Viking cowboy.”
“Two at once, then, sweetheart.” Dono positioned himself and picked up her foot. With both hands, he stroked while manipulating her foot gently.
Kylie moaned her appreciation, stretching her legs toward Dillon and Dono.
“How about I hold you like this?” Dash maneuvered his wife so his hands cupped her bare ass and she rested against his chest.
Arching backward, Kylie twined her arms around his neck. Dang, his cock’s head jerked higher, nearly pressing against her twat’s opening. Whoa, he mentally ordered his stud shaft.
Dash glanced up from enjoying how Kylie’s breasts had changed shape. They’d become creamy mounds with cherry-like nipples once she’d thrown her arms backward. Dillon met his gaze indicating with a slight shake of his head that she wasn’t ready for penetration yet.
Sensually, their wife elongated her torso. “A woman could get used to this.”
Working together, Dillon and Dono rubbed her arches, causing their wife to whimper happily. She undulated, subtle movements against him, and Dash pressed a kiss on top of her head. Her hair was almost soaked from the shower, and already, she slid against him in a dang erotic way he surely relished.
“How about your ankles, darlin’?” Dillon swirled his thumb over her outer ankle.
“Please.” Her voice was barely above the sound of the water.
Continuing to massage her foot with one hand, Dillon smoothed his other palm over her ankle. Dash watched him languidly stroked the sweet shape with the length of his fingers. Dono followed his lead using his thumb to lightly stimulate her sexual point, the one located below her inner ankle.
“I should be dreaming.” She sighed luxuriously. “I’m keeping my eyes closed just in case I am dreaming. Besides, those cowboy cocks of yours are looking for love already.”
All three brothers locked gazes with each other. “Lookin’ for love, like the song?” Dash fondled her ass with small squeezes.
“Yeah, the song. From a John Travolta movie.”
“John Travolta?” Dono cupped her ankle between his hands and massaged.
“He’s a well-known actor on my Earth. Oh, I like what you’re doing, musketeer cowboy. Both of you, what you’re doing.”
“There is no John Travolta, the actor, here.” Dillon gradually smoothed the heel of his hand up the water-slickened flesh of her calf.
“Mmmm…Viking cowboy. Who did sing it? I can’t recall on my Earth.”
Dash watched the shower spray strike his wife’s body forming rivulets that flowed over her delectable round shape. Heaven had definitely found him, and he wanted to stay. “Lots of artists here, honey. I’ve been known to belt it out now and then.”
“Mmmm… a singing prince cowboy.” Kylie moved against him, sensual as a big cat. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, “your hands are driving me so sexy-insane.”
Dono braced her foot against his solar plexus, then slipped both of his hands up her leg. Sweeping longer strokes, he massaged her calf, gradually including her knee.
Clenching her ass tighter, Dash slipped his thumbs over the tender inner flesh of her crack.
“Three against one. I’m liking this more and more.” Arching her back, Kylie pressed her butt against his loins.
Dash groaned. Of its own accord, his shaft nudged her twat’s petals, steamier than inside the shower stall. Controlling himself, he gently rubbed his cock’s head back and forth, and ached mightily to plunge inside her.
“Such a nice tease, prince cowboy,” she throatily crooned. “Yes, oh God, my thighs have never felt this good…Dillon, Dono.”
Nestling the crown of his shaft between her carnal folds, Dash took a look at what his brothers were doing. They massaged in different ways, fondling the entire length of her thighs.
“Kylie,” Dono darkly purred above the sound of the shower. “I’ll bet you’d like me pleasurin’ your nubbin.” Dono eased his hand over her curls. Cupping, he kneaded her woman’s plump mound.
Tightening her hold on his neck, Kylie uttered a strangled whimper and rocked her sex rose on Dash’s cockhead.
Dono slipped the side of his hand between her thighs. Teasing the cleft of her mound, he fingered open her female flesh. “I’ll bet you’ll like Dash puttin’ his big cock inside you at the same time.”
“Come here, Kylie,” Dillon commanded. “I’ll hold onto you and suck your teats.”
A needy cry escaped her throat, and Kylie let go of Dash’s neck. Leaning forward, she reached for Dillon. Her arms flew around his neck and she clutched him like a lifeline.
“That’s it, my sweet thang.” Dillon roved his hands over the voluptuous swells of her hips and the slender dip of her waist. “Dash’ll keep himself reined in till you want him real bad.”
Gripping her thighs near her ass, Dash spread Kylie as her legs loosely surrounded Dillon’s hips. Rearing wild with ache, he jabbed his cock’s head inside her slick little hole. Not wanting to take her too fast, he fucked her entrance and waited for Dono to do his special magic with her feminine bud. “S
he wide enough for you, brother?”
“Yep. I feel her. You’ve got the most exquisite nubbin, Kylie love,” Dono crooned, coaxing her to let go of any inhibition. “You like me squeezin’ it this way? Strokin’ this way?”
“Oh, please, yes…keep doing what you’re doing. Dono, yes, pinch me.”
Kylie squirmed on the hot poker that was his cock and danced in that cat-like sinuous way of hers. Dash stroked her inner thighs with his thumbs. More and more, he fell in love with the way his wife moved, with the feel of her body.
“Dang, princess,” he growled. “I want to melt the cream in your sweet pussy.”
“Yes, do it!” she cried out.
With his loins on fire to buck like an untamed stud, Dash gave it to her deeper. The fluid undulation of her hips met his pumping shaft, then thrust forward to Dono’s fingers as he continued fondling her clit.
Dash lunged faster, her pussy’s scalding hole irresistible to his breeding flesh. The frenzied motion of her hips matched him, and even taunted his endurance.
“That’s it, Kylie, give me your nubbin,” Dono rasped. “It’s hard as a bud, wantin’ to burst, give me its dew.”
She gurgled a keening sound of pleasure and ache, both. “Harder. Pull my clit harder. Oh, Dono, yes.”
As his wife stiffened with the arrival of her orgasm, her hips stilled. She offered her sweetly blazing twat to Dash like a gift. Fast and furious, he launched his cock inside her like a sky-soaring rocket.
Once her screams of rapture began, Dash reared back, gripped his Kylie’s thighs hard, and plunged his stud shaft inside her tightening sheath up to the hilt. His orgasm sweltered his cock with a terrible pleasure and tore at his innards like a whipping storm.
The bliss almost unbearable, his cum pulsed at rapid fire. Through clenched teeth, he yelled a groan that lasted for so long, time itself seemed to stop around him.
“Kylie,” he shouted once he could speak again. “Woooweee, little honey.”
She shuddered around his shaft, deliciously feminine and fragile. Dash soaked it up like butter on a hot biscuit.
“Got you, brother. When you’re ready.” Dono spoke behind him.
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