by Reece Butler
“I was told that a proper woman tolerates relations with her husband in order to have children.” She waited, but he said nothing. “I…”
She raised her eyes to Nevin. She owed him this truth. A truth that she had to speak aloud.
“I very much enjoy my marriage bed. What we did in the meadow excited me. I liked it when you ordered me to undress and when I sucked your cock.”
Nevin’s inhale sounded like a hiss. His fingers bit into his arm muscles.
“I admit that going without the last few nights then finding Ross asleep again made me think of you. I love Ross as my husband.” She clenched her fingers so hard it hurt. “I want to love you as my brother-in-law. And my lover.”
“For tonight?” He croaked the words.
She slowly shook her head. “For all nights. I want to wake up with you. I want to have you hold me. But I also want Ross.”
He released his hands. After flexing his fingers, he shoved them in his front pockets. His shoulders lowered as he exhaled, long and hard. A hint of a smile appeared.
“You wearing anything under that dress?”
A ripple of heat flowed through her. Her heart sped up. She shook her head.
He curled his finger. “Come here, Amelia.”
She looked behind her. Snores continued to drift downstairs through the open door. Nevin lifted his mug from the table and set it deliberately in the sink. He lifted the bench from the table and carried it to the far side of the room.
“Get the quilt from the parlor.” His smile was like a wolf. Demanding and eager. “Unless you want to get splinters.” He rested a hip on the table and crossed his arms. This time, he looked relaxed, as if discussing the chores for the day. “Your choice, Amelia.”
* * * *
Nevin watched Amelia scuttle out of the room. So, she liked it when he gave her orders, did she? He sure liked it when she sucked his cock that night. Ross had taken her virgin ass at the same time.
It was his turn tonight.
When Gillis said Ross was to marry Amelia, he figured Prue’s sister would be the same. They had the same color of hair but everything else was different. Amelia had a spark for everyone, while Prue could only see Gillis.
It was Mother Nature’s way to call the sick back to her embrace. It was sad that Prue’s bad lungs finally took her life, but the rest of them had to keep living. Prue loved Gillis and gave the Clan her daughter Hope, but Amelia would provide more, to all of them.
He loved the way she blushed like a virgin one moment and demanded a hard cock fill her the next. His life belonged to his Clan, as now did Amelia. Gillis would never marry again, though they’d do everything to help him accept Amelia.
As for him, he’d already accepted her. He liked her body, her spirit and her mind. Now that she knew she wanted him, he would show her what he demanded in a woman.
He heard her soft, quick steps approach. She stopped in the doorway, the quilt pressed against her chest. She panted, her mouth open. The mouth that had given him the best orgasm of his life.
Until tonight.
“Dress off. Boots on.”
She hesitated at the door and then stepped forward, head high. She placed the quilt on the table beside him. She turned her back to him and dropped her head. He frowned until he noticed the buttons down the back of her dress.
“Please,” she said.
He wanted to rip the fabric open, buttons flying everywhere. Not this time. For now, he would be gentle.
He started at the nape of her neck. She lifted her arms to hold her hair out of the way. Though she hadn’t yet let it down for the night, some pins had fallen, letting soft tendrils escape.
“Keep your hands there,” he said.
He played with the buttons before undoing each. He kissed her bare flesh, inch by inch, as he revealed it. Her breathing, fast to start with, roughened. When he reached her waistband, he waited a moment. A V of white skin spread from her shoulders to her waist. The lamplight made her skin glow.
“Drop your arms.”
He pulled her top halfway down. The dress caught her arms but left her breasts free. He slid his hands around her ribs and caught her breasts. Soft, warm, and welcoming. They both moaned. She was his, to take as he wanted. He’d be gentle, but forceful.
“Don’t move.”
He took his time spreading the folded quilt over the table. He made sure it covered the edge to protect their thighs. She watched him move. As he turned, her eyes flicked from his chest to the cock hard behind his pants to his ass.
He hadn’t realized the power resulting from an eager woman wanting him.
“How should I take you tonight?”
He wouldn’t enter her pussy until she’d created a baby with Ross. How could he take her ass in the most comfortable way for her? He was a tall man and the table short. Usually, he cursed it, banging his knees when he sat on the bench and tried to fit under.
Tonight, it was perfect.
Ross had entered her ass from behind, but he wanted to watch her take him this first time. He wanted to touch every part of her, sliding in and out until she screamed. He’d kiss her then, taking the sound into himself before he exploded.
Could he last that long?
He stood behind her. She panted, dainty little gasps that sped up his heart. He placed his hands on either side of her hips. He hauled her dress up, letting it drag against her legs in slow anticipation. He stopped when the hem reached the cheeks of her ass.
“Know what I’m gonna do to you tonight, Amelia MacDougal?”
She shook her head so fast a few more hairpins escaped.
“Remember when you sucked my cock like a greedy pig?”
She nodded once, sharp and direct.
“What did Ross do to you that night?”
He felt more than heard her quick inhale. He lifted her dress to bare her plump, white cheeks. He held the fabric with his left hand. With the other, he reached around to her front and pressed between her legs. She was so wet his hand slid easily between her thighs. He let his finger graze her clit. She twitched. He slid his fingers into her. He cupped them so his thumb pressed against her clit. She grabbed his fingers with her internal muscles.
“Ross took you here, didn’t he?”
He slid his wet fingers from her pussy into her ass. Gently, but persistently, he pressed. They slid farther in than he expected. Either Ross had taken her often or she was so damn hot she wanted him any way she could get.
“Want me to take your ass tonight, Amelia?”
She shuddered and then nodded.
“You can tell me no, and I’ll have you suck my cock. But”—he leaned close to her bad ear to whisper—“I really, really love your ass. It’s so round and plump, like your breasts but bigger. You want my cock there, Amelia?”
She nodded, her head bobbing. He stepped back, letting her skirts fall.
“Strip.”
He washed his hands well, scrubbing as she scrambled to get out of her top and skirt. Why would a woman make a blouse that had to be buttoned up the back? She’d need servants because she couldn’t count on a husband dressing her in the morning. Night was a different matter.
He heard a soft noise in the hall. The fourth step from the top always squeaked. Amelia was busy struggling out of her clothes, her eagerness making her clumsy. e
He took a step to the door. Ross, naked and erect, stood on the bottom stair. He nodded his head toward Amelia and held out something. Nevin caught what Ross tossed. He tilted it into the lamplight. Sweet oil.
Ross settled on the stairs and gestured for Nevin to continue. Nev turned back to the kitchen, glad Ross was near in case Amelia wanted him. He set the vial on the table beside the quilt. The noise, though slight, seemed to echo. Amelia stared at it then looked up. He held out his hand.
She came over, shy and hesitant yet eager. He faced the hallway and pulled her against him. The top of her head barely met his chin. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding them under th
e hair that reached her lower back. He held her tight and let all the tension release.
He knew she wanted him. But he hadn’t been sure she’d ask for him with an open heart.
She looked up. Her eyes, blue-gray in the sun, seemed silver in the lamplight. She opened her mouth. He leaned over and met her eager lips. Her breasts pressed against his chest, searing him. His balls clenched in warning. He’d come in his pants if this lasted too long. They both strained to breathe when he pulled away.
“Take off my pants,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “Carefully.”
She unhooked his buckle. He held his hand out for the belt. She frowned, but slid it through its loops. When she yanked, it pulled his hips forward to brush against her belly. She rolled the belt and handed it to him. He set it on the table and sucked in his belly so she could unbutton his pants. He helped her ease them down his legs.
His cock, stiff as the logs they sawed, throbbed.
He arranged the quilt so that the top of her head would face the doorway to the hall. The lamp flickered as he moved it to the counter. It lit up her left side, so bright she wouldn’t see Ross if he stood behind it.
“Lie on the quilt.”
He took her waist and lifted her onto the table. She shifted back until her knees touched the edge. He pressed them far apart. Her aroma drifted up. He inhaled, eager for a taste.
Her hair fell around her face like a curtain. He brushed it over her shoulders, revealing her breasts. She pushed her shoulders back, thrusting them proudly.
“Beautiful,” he said.
He flicked a nipple. She hissed at the slight ting of pain. He stepped between her knees to lean forward and capture it with his tongue. He soothed it by sucking gently. She pressed his head to her, holding him close. He opened his mouth and took more of her in. He flicked the tiny bumps around her nipple. He rasped the other side with his hand.
He’d kissed other breasts before, had enjoyed pleasuring the woman before he took his own. But nothing had prepared him for the connection he felt with Amelia. He pulled back to breathe before licking the salty sweat from the valley between them. She pressed them against his face as she’d done with his cock. He rested his forehead on her chest as she massaged the soft pillows of flesh against his face.
He had to kiss her. He raised his head to her lips. He nipped her lip then licked it. His tongue slid along the soft skin between her lower lip and teeth. She yanked on his hair, and he drew back.
“Kiss my other lips,” she said. Her silvery eyes looked glazed.
“Who’s giving the orders around here?”
She placed her hands on the table behind her hips, leaned back, and spread her knees farther apart. Her scent drew him, a mix of roses and herbs and herself. The smile she gave him could have come from Eve.
He tugged on the quilt, pulling until her pussy cleared the edge of the table. She had to lie down and lift her legs so she wouldn’t teeter off. It revealed her dark pussy hair, glistening with dew. Swollen pink lips waited for his touch.
He watched her face as he slid the first fingers of each hand between her lips. He scraped very lightly with his trimmed fingernails. She pulled in her stomach, curling her pussy up and toward him.
“I want to put my cock right here,” he said.
He pressed two fingers into her and curled them forward. He felt a spongy area and scraped against it. She gasped, slammed her palms on the table, and arched her back. He did it again, and she pressed her legs closed to catch his hand. He pulled back, shaking his finger at her pout.
“Open wide for me.”
She let her thighs fall apart again. He knelt on the floor. She put her arms behind her head so she could see his face. He slid his tongue between her inner lips. He groaned at her taste, the flavor swirling into his brain, embedding itself.
She was his woman. One he shared with his brother, but still his. To lick and suck and tantalize. To make her groan and gasp at his touch, to scream his name when she came.
She shuddered as he let his tongue slide over her swollen pussy. He flicked his tongue and curled it into her. He caught her clit in his lips. It was so swollen that she trembled when he flicked it with his tongue. His cock responded, twitching.
He stood up, opened the oil, and dribbled it into his left palm. He rubbed it over his right hand. She licked her lips, eyes wide. He watched her carefully as he pressed one finger against her asshole. It slid in easily, so he used two the next time. He pulsed, adding a third and twisting back and forth. She bit her lip, a soft moan escaping.
Now.
He poured more oil in his hand and slid it over his hard cock. It twitched with each heartbeat.
“Pull your knees to your chest.”
When she did, it tilted her ass and spread her cheeks. A wide ring of pink appeared inside her tight, brown hole. Setting his feet wide, he braced himself to enter her ass. He looked over Amelia’s head. Ross leaned one shoulder against the doorjamb. His cock pointed to Amelia as if wanting to take over. Ross nodded, motioning that he’d take his turn later.
“Push out,” said Nevin.
He nudged her with the head of his cock. When a tinge of pink appeared, he pressed forward. A moment of pressure, then he passed the tight ring of muscle. After a moment, he pressed another inch so he wouldn’t slip out.
She groaned. She had her eyes closed, but he saw no sign of pain on her face. He caught her nipple in his left hand. She looked up at him.
“More,” she demanded.
He held her hips and pressed. Forward and back he went, deeper each time. Her hot, tight passage held him like a velvet vise. It felt so good, and she looked so eager, that half his cock was in her ass before he knew it.
He stopped for a moment and looked at her. She’d closed her eyes again, her tongue protruding from her lips like her clit did from her pussy. Her face was flushed, as were her breasts, held in by the legs she bent to her chest. She clenched her pussy as he watched, feeling the extra pressure around his cock.
That and the sight of his dark cock half impaling her white ass almost made him come. He jammed his teeth together, held his breath, and fought to hold back. The need faded just enough to keep it in control.
It wasn’t that he was overpowering her. She was the one demanding more.
No, it was that she offered herself to him so willingly. Wanting him to take her this way, to make her come with his cock and his fingers and tongue. Her scent, rising from her wide-open pussy, overpowered him, its allure greater than anything gold could provide.
He pulled her against him, slowly sliding to take her to the hilt. He pulled almost out, slow and steady, then back in. Again and again. She twitched, little quivers sending messages of enjoyment. Her face screwed up as he slid forward. She inhaled as he slid back.
He sped up, faster and faster until his balls slapped against her with each stroke. She grasped her breast with one hand while the other dipped into her pussy.
He felt her clench again, trying to hold something that wasn’t there.
Yet.
Soon, she’d have Ross’s cock in her pussy while he took her ass. His balls tightened, the tension coiling. The thought of sharing Amelia with the man he’d looked up to all his life was more than he could take. He leaned over and kissed her to cover the expected scream. She grabbed him with both hands, holding him close. He slid his hand between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
He felt her explode and could no longer hold back. She screamed into him as he erupted deep inside her, his balls contracting again and again. He held her trembling body tight, his arms over hers, as they got their breath.
Finally, he stood, chest heaving. Ross, standing by his side, handed him a cloth to cover himself. He motioned for Nevin to move away. Nev, dizzy and still trying to draw breath, leaned a hip against the counter. Ross wiped the oil off Amelia with another cloth. He picked her up, quilt and all, and cradled her in his arms. She opened her eyes and gasped up at him.
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��My turn,” he growled.
“But—”
“My wife,” he growled down at her in reply. “Mine to share.”
“Yours,” she sighed.
“Get the door, Nev.”
Nevin, legs still shaking from the massive orgasm, opened the door to the night.
“Get the bed warm. Amy will be chilled when we get back.”
She clutched his neck, struggling. “Ross, where are you taking me?”
“Remember, Amy?” His dark eyes bored into her. “Wherever I want. Whenever I want. However I want.”
“I remember,” she said. Though she sounded shy, her eyes shone in eagerness.
“Now, we do it my way.”
Nevin closed the door. He heard Ross say something about a dip in the creek to start. He wasn’t sure of Amelia’s squeaked response but knew Ross would win the argument. He washed up, whistling quietly, and blew out the light. He carried their clothes upstairs, hung them on the pegs, pushed the beds back together, and dropped into a deep sleep.
Sometime later, a chilly arm snuck around his. A pair of cool breasts snuggled against his hot back. He let her settle against his bulk. Her body would be warm in no time. In return, so would his heart.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Amelia hugged the warm chest she lay on. A large hand slid down her back to cup her bottom. As her legs were bent, he had easy access between them. She’d been dreaming of the book again, having two men playing with her. Fingers slid into her wet pussy.
“Mmm, wet enough to play.”
She lifted her head and looked into brown eyes. Crinkles from a smile framed the dark eyebrows.
“Morning, Amelia.”
Heat flared at Nevin’s lazy, mocking drawl. His arms tightened around her before she could scuttle off the bed.
“Don’t you go running away, now. Let’s get acquainted.”
“After what you did last night, I think we know each other!”
“After what we did, we need to talk.”
He raised his head to make his point. She worried her lip for a moment before nodding. Heat flooded her face at the memory. He ran a finger over the edge of her breast. She shivered.
