by Reece Butler
Marci loved the ranch, the mountains, the people, and this home. In her heart, she loved the men as well and couldn’t imagine life without them both.
She also had a very good idea that Nikki would be settling here permanently. If Marci rejected Simon and Lance, she could not stay in Montana. Now that she and Nikki could finally spend time together, how could she leave?
But this wasn’t about finding her sister, or getting her fill of hot cowboy sex. It was about creating a life, a family, with these two men. These ranchers were honest. They showed their anger, frustration, playfulness, and love. They were good men, though she expected they were often arrogant and unyielding. The same furious man who’d tried to escape the clinic had shortly after gently stroked Sophie’s baby-soft cheek.
There was a good chance she might already be pregnant with Simon’s child. Her mother had been very careful with both lovers, yet had fallen pregnant within months.
She wanted children. But more, she wanted children from these men.
“I want you,” she said to Lance. She turned her head over her shoulder to Simon. “Both of you. I want to taste your cum and feel your fingers and tongues and cocks in and over every part of me.”
“Will you be my wife, our partner, and the mother of our children, should we be blessed with any?” asked Simon.
He looked sincere, eager, and aroused, all at once. When she arrived in Montana, all she had was her sister. She’d made a few friends, and could have two husbands and a forever home.
“What if I’m found guilty of murder—”
“Murder?” Lance shook his head. “You’re not capable of killing someone.”
“Not on purpose, but—”
“Marci, do you want to marry us?” asked Simon.
“Yes!”
“Problem solved.”
Simon grasped his Western shirtfront and yanked his hands apart. Snaps popped open, revealing his broad chest. A quick shove and his loose sweats were on the floor. His new white cast, not yet decorated with children’s crayons, stood out.
Lance gently placed a pillow under her head as he backed away. His shirt came over his head. He’d already removed his boots so his jeans quickly followed. Her top and skirt came off even quicker, leaving her naked with two equally naked, highly aroused men.
“I want to lick your sweet pussy for a couple of hours,” said Lance.
“That’s for next time,” said Simon. He settled on his back beside her, cock straight up. “We need to join as one first. That means filling our woman, front and back.”
She looked at the two big men. Their cocks were in proportion to their height. “I’m only five foot two. I’m not sure I can take both of you inside me at once,” she said.
Lance gently smiled. His knuckles caressed her cheek. “Trust us to move as slowly as you need.”
In spite of Simon’s eagerness Lance spent a leisurely few minutes exploring her pussy lips with his tongue while his fingers pressed inside her. He was slow and thorough, finding trigger spots she didn’t know she had. She was gasping and panting when he lifted her and helped her kneel above Simon. As she was already swollen and wet, she easily sank down on his cock. It felt different than before. Better. Was it because of the commitment they’d given each other?
Simon played with her breasts. She clenched her muscles as she rose up his cock, letting him stretch her anew each time she descended.
“Condoms still in the drawer?” asked Lance. He glanced at the floor. “You must’ve been in a big hurry last time.” He picked a packet off the floor, looked at it, and tossed it aside. He yanked the drawer open and reached in. He looked closely at the new condom, tossed it behind him, and did the same with the next.
She waited, unmoving, for his reaction.
“What, they’re too big for you?” boasted Simon. “They fit me fine.”
Lance looked up, his face blank. “When was the last time you bought condoms?”
“It was back when Charlene…” Simon’s fingers dug into her hips. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed,” replied Lance. Simon shrugged sheepishly. “These expired years ago. If that’s all you’ve been using for birth control, we might be fathers in nine months.”
“I don’t have a problem with that,” said Simon. He grinned at Marci. “Do you?”
She turned her attention away from Lance reaching deep into the drawer. “I’ve been wanting a child for long time,” she replied. “The sooner we have one, the better.”
He reached for her breasts. She bent forward, grinding herself against his pubic bone as he played with her nipples. She’d found the right rhythm and was getting close when a cool dollop of something touched her anus. She hesitated, breathing hard. Simon grasped her arms and drew her down for a kiss.
Lance rimmed her anus gently for a moment before sinking a finger into her. For the first time ever she had parts of two men rubbing against the thin membrane separating the two most sensitive channels of her body. The fullness of Simon’s still cock anchored her as Lance’s finger played. It dragged against her ring, making her shiver with need. He twisted his finger, operating it like a drill, sliding it in, and then out. Stroking the sensitive tissue made her groan.
Simon held her close as Lance added a second finger, then a third. She began panting with denied need. It wasn’t just the hot sex, it was the emotion behind it. They wanted her, all of her, with an intenseness she’d never known.
“Ride me,” said Simon. She leaned forward, resting her palms on Simon’s wide chest.
“Oh, yesss,” he murmured as she sat back. He took her buttocks in his hands and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He controlled her ride, sliding her back and forth to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Lance kept his fingers busy as well. Then Simon pulled her down, anchoring their groins. Her heart, already pumping in arousal, sped up as Lance knelt behind her.
“You ready for me, little fox?”
She turned to face Lance. She bit her lip, but nodded. She wanted this. Wanted both men to impale her, to take her to new heights of passion with perhaps a touch of pain to raise the pleasure even higher.
Simon slid her forward until his cock almost escaped. He growled and hauled her down for a kiss. He was savage at first, devouring her mouth as eagerly as she returned it. Then he turned gentle, tracing inside her top teeth with his tongue. She sighed and rasped her breasts against his chest hair. He held her hips loosely.
“Now.”
She startled at Lance’s command, but it wasn’t directed at her. Simon shifted his hands to her bottom and stretched her cheeks apart. Cool lube dripped between them. She gasped as a thick probe forced its way into her anus. Though already stretched by his fingers, the size of his penis took her by surprise.
“Relax and push out,” said Lance urgently. She hesitated. “Now!”
She did as he demanded. Slowly, Lance’s cock entered her virgin passage. The initial sting in her bottom morphed into a tingle in her pussy. She closed her eyes and relaxed against Simon’s chest. Lance, panting as if he was running a marathon, sank even deeper.
He pulled out just as slowly. Her outer ring barely held the head of his penis when Simon surged up, plowing deep into her pussy.
“Oh, yes!” she groaned.
They took turns filling her, ever so slowly. She tried to speed them up but Lance controlled her body to suit himself. She felt an orgasm building but every time it came near, Simon would hold her still. She tried to wiggle to get more friction but he growled a warning. In and out they went, slow enough to drive her mad with frustration.
She could feel her orgasm, just out of reach. Furious with need, she thumped her fist on Simon’s chest. He opened his eyes. The amusement she saw made her growl. He winked, and her fury grew.
She turned her fingers into claws and dug them into his chest muscles, right where his breasts would be if he was female. She made sure she caught some hair as she gripped hard and pulled. His eyes darkened faster than a Kansas to
rnado cutting out the sun.
“She wants more,” said Simon.
“Let’s see how much she can take,” replied Lance.
Though Simon’s cock was still halfway inside her, Lance lifted his hips and sunk into her. She gasped as the two cocks rasped against her, separated only by a thin membrane. They sped up, rhythm gone as all three got caught up in their need. Yet both men made sure only one was deep inside her at any one time. She arched her back, aiming her bottom at Lance while clenching around Simon.
A whirlwind of touch, of pleasure and a hint of pain, drove her higher and higher. Simon held her while she clenched whatever she could grasp. A buzzing grew louder in her head. She could barely breathe. She felt suspended, hanging from a narrow elastic band that could snap at any time.
Lance, while still working her bottom, reached around to pinch her nipples. The spark set off a conflagration. She screamed and bucked, slamming back on whatever she could find to fill her, to drive her even higher. The rushing in her ears was so loud she could barely hear the guttural roars as two men erupted deep inside her body. It set her off again, and she exploded into stars before everything went black.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Lance left a note saying he would meet them at the diner and left the cabin before the sun came up. He might be late for breakfast but he needed to visit the man he considered his grandfather, as his own had died many years earlier.
He followed an invisible trail and reached the camp with the sky lightened, but the sun not yet past the mountains. When he got out of the truck, Daniel George used his own tin mug to point at the extra one resting on a flat rock by the fire. The tea, of dried herbs and berries, was still hot. A disk of pressed dried berries was placed on another rock. Raven, riding his shoulder, landed in front of the old man and bobbed his head in thanks. Only then did he crow-hop over to the disk and begin pecking.
Lance couldn’t explain how Grandfather knew to make extra tea or put out the treat. Just as he couldn’t explain how he found the gulch where the old man had camped. It just was. He’d learned to accept such gifts. They drank their tea as the sun rose to bless a new day.
“You have found a good woman,” said Daniel after a suitable amount of time had passed. “The child she carries will walk a hard path. Love him hard, as he will die a warrior far away, doing great deeds.”
A son! A rush of love welled up for the unborn spirit he’d glimpsed in Marci. Love, and pain that the child’s light would be sniffed out early. No, not early. In the fullness of time. Some lives seem short to those who are unaware, yet are full and complete to the souls experiencing them.
“She is strong.” His dark eyes crinkled. “She will help you grow.”
Lance groaned, more for Grandfather’s sake than anything. Nothing grew without effort. He was being warned that there would be difficult times, but if he persevered, he would be a better man for it. Joy had little value without pain to balance it.
“Thank you, Grandfather,” he said in their language. “I will honor the journey.”
They sat, being with the world.
When it felt right, Lance placed the gift of herbs he’d gathered in Texas. Raven gave it a look-see, decided it wasn’t edible, and went back to finding the last crumbs. He turned the mug upside down and placed it back on the rock. They exchanged nods before Lance rose to leave.
“The twins will be good for the land.”
He turned back at the soft words. “Twins?”
“Your woman will have three sons. The first will not give you grandchildren. The others will.” Daniel George’s face became a map of wrinkles when he smiled. “I will enjoy her food and laughter. She is worried, but it is her fear holding her back. Her gift to you will be her trust.”
“She is called Marci Meshevski, sister to Nikki, the doctor.”
“It is good to have a doctor in the family.”
Raven beat him to the truck, flying in the open window to perch on the stick he’d attached to the seat. Lance’s stomach rumbled. Raven fluffed out his feathers and began to preen after his meal.
“You ate the whole thing and didn’t even offer to share. See if I save you any meat from my breakfast.”
* * * *
“Did Simon get down on one knee to propose?” asked Nikki.
Simon waited for Marci’s answer.
“No,” she replied, drawing the word out, “but he made up for it rather quickly.”
“How?”
Marci looked around the diner, and lowered her voice. “He’s male. How do you think?” The two women shared a sisterly look and burst into laughter.
“Don’t be telling tales, now,” Simon warned Marci.
“Only to my sister,” she replied. “And only the good stuff.”
Lance, sitting beside Nikki on the outside of the booth, turned his head. “When I’m with you, it’s all good stuff.”
Marci rolled her eyes at her sister. “We’ll talk later, when there’s no ears to interrupt.”
Simon, across from Lance, patted her thigh. Heads had swiveled when the four of them walked in. That morning when Marci was wondering if it was too early to phone Nikki, Simon had explained they’d arranged last night to meet for breakfast.
Calls of welcome were directed to Lance, Nikki, and himself. Marci got curious glances as she was new to Climax. Most of the people who’d been at the Roadhouse were not early breakfast types. There weren’t any other Valley ranchers in the diner. Even more rumors would fly as soon as someone got on the telephone or stopped by the post office. Lance and Simon had decided to stop false rumors in their tracks by telling the truth straight up. As planned, they’d placed their orders with Dot first. Lance looked over and quirked an eyebrow. Simon nodded, confirming the plan. They rose to their feet in the space between the booth and the window. The buzz of conversation faded.
“I think you all know Doctor Nikki Meshevski,” said Lance. She waved.
“What you don’t know is that she has a sister, Marci,” said Lance. Marci had braided her hair, pulling it off her face. It made her scar easy to see. She raised her chin and nodded at those who seemed friendly.
“Marci came here to be with her sister after she lost everything in a fire,” said Lance. “She came close to losing her life, as well. Before you young bucks get any ideas, she’s ours.”
“You having a wedding?” asked old Miss Tanner. She’d taught everyone in town their ABCs but had retired years back.
“Yes, ma’am,” answered Simon. She gave him the same look she used when he came in after recess all scuffed up from fighting.
“My question was directed at the ladies.” Miss Tanner managed to give both men a reproving glare while smiling at the women.
“We haven’t had a chance to talk about a wedding, Miss Tanner,” said Nikki. “Simon just proposed to my sister last night.”
A young cowboy, one who’d come in from another county during spring roundup, laughed. “The way the lady’s blushing, I expect he did more than that!”
Nikki turned her doctor look on the heckler. “Are you suggesting something rude? If so, you may wish to leave before someone feels the need to step in and protect my sister’s honor.”
The guy blanched. “No, ma’am! I mean, Doc. I was just joshing.”
Lance looked around the room. Simon could feel his brother’s devilment bubbling up. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, no one could stop him.
Lance stepped away from the booth and held out his hand to Marci. She shrank back, shaking her head. He tilted his head just a fraction and curled the tips of his fingers. She muttered something Simon didn’t catch, cleared her throat, and slid out of the booth. Lance rested his hand on her waist.
“As you can see, my fiancé is a petite woman. But don’t underestimate her. She was woken from a sound sleep to the smell of gas. She ran out the front door just before a propane tank exploded beside her bedroom. There was nothing left of the home but ashes.”
One by one,
he met every eye in the place.
“Marci has what it takes to be one of us. I expect her to be welcomed with Climax County hospitality.”
“Climb down from your high horse, boy. The lady can stand up for herself.”
Mr. Clarence, one of their father’s old poker-playing buddies, was one of the few who would stand up to Lance and give him a poke.
“You’re right,” said Marci.
Simon got a flash of the same devilment he saw in Lance before she climbed onto the booth’s seat. Lance held up his hand to steady her, but she leaned into him and brought her mouth down for a kiss. Lance wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the bench.
Not only were their lips lined up now, he was in control. Marci might have started that kiss, but he had upped the ante.
The tinkle of a bell pulled Simon’s attention away from the display in front of him. Sheriff Max Gibson pulled off his sunglasses and took in the whole scene. Marci, red-faced, pulled back from Lance. He didn’t let her get far. She seemed to be trembling.
“These two are making a public spectacle of themselves,” huffed Miss Tanner. “I think you should arrest them.”
“Thank you for the suggestion, Miss Tanner.” Max eyed Marci. “You hear that, ma’am?”
“Yes, sir,” said Marci respectfully.
She tried to shrink away, but Lance wasn’t having any of it. Simon could hear the fear in her quiet voice. Life was going to be complicated if she shrank away every time she saw the law. Max was one of his poker-playing buddies, and they had a session set up for the following week. It was going to be at the ranch and it would be difficult if Marci felt she had to hide. He’d hoped she’d wow them with some of her cooking.
Max nodded at Lance. “Looks like you had a busy night. Busy morning as well.” Max added an eyebrow flick to the droll tone. “Now that you’ve proven the lady is no longer available, I expect you to keep to the standards of Climax County.”
“Well gosh, Sheriff,” complained Simon, adding a grin to prove he knew he was pushing, “I was hoping to follow Tanner’s Ford standards.”
