by Reece Butler
She stood up when he brought it over to her. Instead of handing the glass to her he dipped his finger into the cordial. He let a drop fall from his finger onto her left nipple, then right. Nevin and Gillis moved close and licked them off.
The hot, fast sex with Ross had tempted her appetite for more. The tongues swirling around her nipples, teeth nipping lightly, made her twitch. They gave her one last kiss and straightened up, grinning like wolves.
“Why do I need to drink this?”
“Beth says Rowena Jones’s blackcurrant cordial is famous for its strength. It will help you relax,” said Ross. “And that will make it easier for you to take all three of us.”
“Three?”
He nodded.
“At the same time?” Another nod. She looked from Nevin to Gillis.
“We drew lots to see who got what part of you,” said Nevin.
“And?” When he hesitated she motioned for him to continue.
“And we want you to remember this night for the rest of your life.”
“So that you want to do it again, and again.” Ross held the glass to her lips. She sipped, enjoying the rich flavor, then drank deep. How would it taste when licked off the cocks of her men?
Ross handed the glass to Gillis and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his chest and inhaled his subtle mix of wood smoke, tobacco and sweetgrass. He smelled like home.
“Another wee glass,” ordered Gillis.
Already feeling a buzz, she sipped only half of it as the three men watched. “That’s enough for now. You don’t want me to fall asleep, do you?”
“Dinna insult us,” said Gillis with a scowl. “Ye canna sleep with three MacDougals lovin’ ye.”
“Are you sure about that? All of a sudden I feel tired. Perhaps I need a nap.” She yawned and stretched. Their eyes shot to her breasts, as always.
Ross grunted and swept her into his arms. He laid her on the middle of the soft bed. His eyes looked golden in the lamplight. He scanned her face as if memorizing every part of her.
She looked at Nevin, then Gillis, standing a few feet away. These were her men. It was their wedding night. She smiled and held out her arms to them.
“Close your eyes and let us love you,” whispered Ross.
The blackcurrant cordial made it hard to keep her eyes open and the new mattress stuffed with feathers made her feel like she floated on a cloud. She closed her eyes.
The bed shifted as men moved around and settled. Warm hands lifted her feet to their lips. They kissed their way up her legs, moving quickly until they reached the tops of her stockings.
At that point they bent her knees and pressed them wide. It opened her hot flesh to the cool evening air. She shivered when two sets of chapped lips brushed her inner thighs. She pressed her heels down, lifting her bottom to encourage them.
A moustache trailed across her breast. She gasped at the new sensation. Whether it was the cordial or something else, her skin felt a thousand times more responsive.
The men shifted. One kissed her belly gently and then settled between her legs. He licked between her pussy lips, long strokes up and back. Someone else nibbled her breast. She opened her mouth to a set of lips outlined in a moustache and beard. Gillis.
She couldn’t concentrate with so many sensations flowing over her. When Gillis lifted his head to catch his breath, a finger pressed into her pussy, curling forward to hit the spot that made her squeal. Tongues licking and sucking, hands and fingers teasing and tickling, teeth nipping, and lips soothing. She moaned, writhing on the bed, overwhelmed by sensation.
She reached out, touching and stroking whoever, whatever, she could find. She discovered a thick cock and squeezed. A moan of encouragement had her searching for another, which was placed in her hand. She fondled them as they did her body, giving pleasure.
“She’s ready,” said a deep voice, husky with need.
They rolled her onto her hands and knees and then pressed her shoulders to the bed. When a hand caressed her pussy she spread her knees wide, hoping for a thick cock. Instead, a finger with cool cream pressed into her bottom.
She tilted her back, thrusting out her bottom to demand more. She heard a chuckle before a second finger joined the first, stretching her. The light sting of a third was offset by someone rubbing her clit. Her fingers found a cock near her face. She pulled it close until she could flick the salty tip with her tongue.
“I’m not ready to come yet,” said a shaky voice as the cock pulled back. “It wasn’t me banging you in the forest a few hours ago.”
“Nevin?”
“Yep. Keep that thought until a bit later, sweets.”
“On your back, Gil.”
She recognized Ross’s voice but lost where he was when the bed ropes creaked and she was lifted once more. Someone pulled her thighs wide before she was set down on a chest. By the tickle of fuzz on her thighs, she knew she straddled Gillis.
“You’re not going to be slow and gentle with me again, are you Gil?” She bounced as the man under her laughed.
“Nay. Ye’ll ride me with Ross in yer ass and Nev’s cock in yer mouth. I’ll not think ye’ll complain about gentle this eve.”
Big hands cupped her breasts from below, squeezing for a moment before encouraging her to lift up. When they let her down she groaned in enjoyment as a thick cock slid deep. She rotated her hips, making Gillis groan in return.
He grasped her thighs and lifted, moving her forward and back. His cock rasped against her clit. She bent forward, dragging her sensitive nipples against his rough chest. Someone swatted her bottom cheek.
“Hey!” she said, shooting upright.
“You, my love, are overdue for a spanking.”
When the tiny pain he’d inflicted changed into a sharp arrow of desire she wiggled her ass, begging for more. A second swat, then a third made her clench Gil’s cock hard as the spanks heated her bottom.
“Enough. Lift up and bend forward,” said Ross from behind her.
When she did as told, Gil lifted her thighs until only the tip of his cock rested in her. Ross pressed more cool cream into her bottom. He set his cock against her anus. She let herself relax as he’d taught her. The cordial made it far easier to do so even with the head of Gil’s cock stretching her pussy.
Both she and Ross grunted as he forced his way in the first inch. He stopped for a moment as she adjusted to the strain. He added a second inch before pulling back a bit. He pulsed, rubbing his cock back and forth past her rim.
She trembled at the sensation, both hot and wild. She could almost come from the sensation alone. With a bit of help… She slid her hand down Gil’s belly to her clit.
“Nay, lass, none of that.” Gil caught her fingers. He brought them to his mouth and suckled the longest one, pulsing it over his tongue as if to show her how he wanted her to treat his cock.
Nevin turned her face and nibbled her lips. She opened her mouth to deepen his kiss. She inhaled a gasp when Ross pressed deeper into her ass. Someone found her breast and rasped her nipple, distracting her. When her nipple popped free, Ross was so deep his balls touched her pussy.
Ross pulled back, panting hard, as Gillis lowered her onto his cock. She sank down, letting him fill her completely. She’d barely relaxed when he lifted her and Ross pressed into her ass again.
She didn’t know which part of her she most wanted fill with a thick, hard, demanding cock.
They worked in tandem, ass and pussy, stretching her and easing their way. They started slowly, but she was impatient, wanting more sensation as tension coiled in her belly.
Nevin joined the action, giving her mouth his cock whenever Ross pulled back and Gil went deep. As Gil and Ross controlled her movements her hands were free. She used one to hold Nevin’s cock and the other to rub her clit. Nevin’s free hand went to her breast, kneading, then pinching, as her movements became more frantic.
Rough breathing filled the air as her coil of tension and need increased. Ros
s and Gil sped up, grunting with each thrust.
“More,” she demanded as Ross pulled back and Gillis thrust forward. “I want everything!”
This time Gil only lifted her halfway, keeping his cock in her pussy as Ross surged into her ass.
“Yes!” She screamed the words, her body so full that the thin membrane between her pussy and ass was the only thing keeping their cocks from touching inside her.
She sucked Nevin deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock almost touching the back of her throat. He shouted and pulled back just enough for her to breathe as his seed filled her mouth. She swallowed, greedy for whatever she could take from him. He pulled out and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers before letting them both gasp for air.
Gillis pulled her down to sheath his entire cock. He held her there as Ross thrust into her ass. He rammed forward and back so hard his balls slapped against her clit.
Someone pinched her nipple and she exploded, screaming. Her orgasm clenched down on Ross and set him off. He erupted deep into her, again and again until he shrank and pulled back
Gillis, now free to move, grasped her hips. She put her hands on his chest and leaned forward. He dragged her forward and back, his cock rubbing her clit.
He’d been gentle before, but not tonight. He took what he wanted, giving her the wild excitement she needed. His shout of completion was echoed by her scream as another orgasm ripped through her.
Still quivering with aftershocks, she finally leaned on his heaving chest, gasping for breath herself.
Ross leaned over her back and snuck his arms between her chest and Gillis, holding her tight. Nevin rested his hand on her head in a gentle caress.
Fully satisfied and sandwiched between her men, Amelia closed her eyes and sighed.
* * * *
Ross smiled to himself as a set of full breasts snuggled against his lower back. Nev had claimed Amelia first, hugging her back to his chest. Gillis lay at their feet, absently running his hand up and down her calf. Ross wasn’t going to complain. They had the rest of their lives to figure out the best way for three large men to hold one tiny woman.
“I said you’d remember this night,” said Nevin.
“When can we do that again?”
Ross snorted a laugh, thinking she joked.
“Isn’t anyone going to answer me?”
He lifted himself up on one elbow. Both his brothers stared at Amelia. The same surprised expression must be on his face.
“Next time I’m not having any of that cordial,” she said, frowning. “It makes my head buzz.”
“You’re not too sore?” Ross pressed his hand against his belly to stop Amelia tickling him.
“You’re right,” she said. She gave a deep, dramatic sigh. “I think I need a long, hot soak in the tub, sweet oil rubbed into my whole body and an hour of three men devoting themselves to my pleasure. Then I’ll be ready.”
“What three men are going to do that for you?” Gillis scratched his beard as he waited for her answer.
“The ones I love. If, that is, they love me, too.” She looked at Ross, then Nevin and finally, Gillis. “Do you love me?”
Ross smiled down at her. “Only for the next sixty years, my love,” he said. His brothers nodded agreement.
“Good answer, husband dear. Maybe I only need a bath followed by half an hour of pleasure from my MacDougal men.”
Ross raised an eyebrow at his brothers.
“I’ll get ye the tub,” said Gil. He stood up and headed for the stairs.
“I’ll heat the water.” Nevin kissed the top of Amelia’s head and rose to his feet.
That left Ross alone in bed with his wife. He pressed her onto her back beside him. “I’ll start pleasuring my wife.”
Nevin and Gil immediately complained. Ross lifted Amelia’s left hand in his, flashing the gold they shared.
“Since I wear the ring, I get the lady. Let me know when her bath is ready.”
They lay there together, listening to Nevin and Gil’s grumbles from the kitchen. Ross swept his palm over her soft skin, The path went from her neck to her thighs, concentrating on the twin mounds that he found so fascinating. They firmed up, nipples rising, as he watched.
“It was a surprise to discover I’d married the MacDougal Devil, rather than sweet, loving Nevin,” said Amelia.
“Sweet?” Ross snorted.
“Prue thought Nevin was a nice man compared to you.”
“You’re smarter than your sister. Sexier too.” He squeezed her breast in proof. She grabbed his hand and held it still. He was strong enough that she couldn’t stop him moving even if she used both her hands. Both of them knew it, and that he would never hurt her.
“Hush, I’m trying to say something important.”
“I’m listening.”
“The second, bigger surprise was that you want me to do this,” she waved her hand at the immense bed, “with your brothers.”
“As often as we can, love.” He squeezed her breast again. She glared. He gave up the play, motioning for her to continue.
“The biggest, and best, surprise was discovering love.” She smiled up at him. “I love you, Ross MacDougal. I also love Nev and Gillis, but you’re my husband, and first in my heart. Always.”
She didn’t wait for an answer but snuggled against him and relaxed. He rested his arm over her, holding her close to his heart.
Love wasn’t something he learned about as a child. He found it with his mother’s people, but they sent him away. His father believed in total obedience to the Clan Chief and nothing else.
He saw love at the Elliotts during the three short years he spent with them. When Trace’s father let himself die rather than face life without his wife, Ross realized the cost of love.
He felt that burden when he thought Amelia was hurt because of him. The pain in his heart when he thought she no longer wanted him made him crazy.
Love was like a double-edged knife. It could cut deep to kill, or to remove a bullet and save a life. Since Amelia arrived, he’d felt both sides of that knife.
The price of love was worth the pain.
Ross brushed Amelia’s hair back from her damaged ear. She looked up at him, eyes shining. Neither of them was perfect, but they were right for each other.
Heavy feet stomped up the stairs. He brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close in an urgent demand for more. The bed dipped as his brothers joined them. Amelia laughed and opened her arms to them all.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Most of the time I live a regular life with my husband and two sons. My day job and other responsibilities fill the few hours when I’m not writing, researching, or thinking about writing.
I love reading about wonderful people struggling with life as they reluctantly fall in love. I also enjoy learning how the characters live their lives, especially when the setting is in a different time or place.
As I had little hands-on knowledge of cowboys or ranching, I needed to see, touch, taste, smell and hear what my characters might experience. Therefore, I spent a week learning to ride, rope and push cattle, followed by ten days researching through south-west Montana.
I fell in love with Montana’s open blue skies, fresh mountain air and friendly people as I soaked up everything my senses could take in. I observed quiet meadows and rousing rodeos, the shine of gold flakes, and snug jeans on a real cowboy as he sauntered past.
Now, when I look at the words appearing on my computer screen I can see rough boards catching the hem of my heroine’s dress. I hear the cry of a golden eagle as she hunts in the early morning. I smell the chicken coop and horse barn, and the gambler‘s stained black coat which hasn’t been washed since he purchased it years before. And I hear the splat as the same gambler directs an ugly brown stream to the spittoon—and misses. Again.
I hope you enjoy your time in Tanner’s Ford as much as I enj
oy creating it.
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
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