Blake got up too. He stood at Matt’s side.
Her eyes filled with tears as she glanced from one to the other. They were so handsome. Opposites in colouring yet equally as lovely. Blake reached out and ran his hand down her cheek. He wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb.
“Grace…we’re sorry. We didn’t want to startle you…or for you to find out like this.” Blake’s voice was soft and it caressed her like his hand.
She recalled their arrival at the farm. The easy way they had with each other. The meals that they had shared and the glances that had passed between them. She thought of how they’d washed outside every day, laughing and joking, gently teasing one another. Of the secretive glimpses she’d stolen of their naked bodies.
And she remembered how they’d tried to make her smile, competing yet encouraging each other. How they bounced off one another as they told her stories and completed the other’s sentences. Their bond went deeper than friendship. It was the bond of love, of shared experiences and combined dreams.
Then she pictured the scene that afternoon as they’d shown her the bed they had made for her. Carved with roses and daisies. The beautiful new patchwork coverlet with purples and blues and reds. The way that they had undressed her and kissed her and laid her between them. The three of them in tune.
Caressing. Sharing. Connecting.
“You know…” She smiled at them both. “It’s not really a surprise. I think I’ve always known.”
She had known them for mere weeks, yet she was more connected to them than she had ever been to Jack. She was convinced that she knew them better. They talked to her and they listened. They didn’t talk at her. They cared about her thoughts and feelings.
They cared. For each other. For her.
She deemed herself a part of what they had. Finally. After years of sorrow, she had found happiness.
She let go of their hands and took a step back. She slipped off her dress then lifted her chemise over her head.
She stood before them. Naked. Exposed. Surrendering her heart and all that she had to give.
Matt opened the gate to the pen and stepped out. He lifted her into his arms and nodded at Blake. Then they took her back to the cabin, back to the bedroom, back to the bed they had designed and made for her.
****
As dusk fell over South Dakota, Grace stirred in her bed. She was so comfortable that she didn’t want to move but something was sticking into her stomach and she had a feeling she knew what it was.
“Matt?”
He leaned forwards and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Grace.”
Behind her, Blake snuggled closer. As he kissed her nape, she savoured the sensation as his cock grew.
They had spent the rest of the afternoon making love and she was so happy she thought she would burst. But they still needed to talk. She had to know that this was real. That they would stick around. She needed that surety.
“We need to talk, guys.” She tried to wriggle free but two pairs of hands held her in place.
“Really?” Blake whispered from behind as he ran a hand over her buttocks and slipped it between her legs. He found her pussy with his knowing fingers and slipped easily into her wet heat.
“You’re ready, Grace. For me. Again.”
“And for me. Again,” Matt added.
She moaned as reason slipped away. They could talk. Later. But for now, sensation was her master and she was happy to be its slave.
Matt moved lower and suckled her bosoms, pulling her hard nipples into his mouth and sucking until she felt the delicious tug at her womb. Blake continued to touch her from behind, slipping two fingers into her cunny and the tip of his thumb into her anus. She liked the sensation. It was so intimate and he was so gentle. But he also made her want more. A firmer touch.
She wriggled.
“I want to do something for you both,” she whispered. Heat filled her cheeks as she thought about it but she needed to do something to prove to herself that this was different to how things had been with Jack.
Matt moved back up her body. “Yeah? What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’ll show you. Lie on your backs…both of you.”
They obeyed and she crawled between them. They gazed at her with trust and adoration and she knew that they would see the same look on her face and in her eyes.
She licked her palms then took hold of their erections, one in each hand and began to masturbate them. She ran her hands from root to tip and back again until she created a steady rhythm. Matt and Blake moaned and writhed on the bed and a strange and unfamiliar feeling washed over her. She was in control. Right now, she held the power of their pleasure, quite literally, in her hands.
“Who’s first?” she asked as she grinned at them.
“What?” Matt covered her hand with his own and encouraged her to increase her pace.
“I want to suck your cocks until you can’t take any more.”
“Take Blake first, Grace,” Matt replied.
She continued massaging his generous erection as she leant over Blake and took him into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the end of him and suckled gently. Blake moaned and pushed up into her warmth. Grace pulled back, fear darkening her edges. Her old seated terror of the times Jack made her do this rushed through her and she froze. She had hated sucking Jack’s cock. He had forced it into her mouth, choking her and making her gag.
Matt and Blake stared at her, their faces changing from the haze of desire as confusion crept in.
But as she met their eyes in turn and gazed at their gorgeous bodies, felt the reassuring touch of their hands, she relaxed again. This was not Jack. He was not here and never would be again. This was about the connection she had with these two men and she wanted to show them how much she cared.
“I’m fine. I want this,” she murmured as she took Blake back into her mouth again and coaxed him back to fully erect.
She worked him, moving her head up and down and caressing the tip of his cock with her tongue. She resumed her firm, vigorous handling of Matt’s length and her heart leapt as he once again enveloped her hand with his and helped her to pleasure him.
Finally, she was involved in a sexual act where she was in control. It was exquisite. Delicious. Tender. Not a punishment or a degrading act. But an act of love and tenderness.
When Blake stopped her movements gently, she paused.
“I’m going to lose it if you keep going, angel.”
Grace giggled as she released him from her mouth. She had the power to make a man that excited. It thrilled her and excited her. She could continue and swallow his seed but right now, she wanted something more.
“I need you guys. Inside me. Fully inside me. Together.”
She bit her lip at her own bravery. When had she become so courageous as to ask for what she wanted? What she needed. Being with Matt and Blake brought this quality out in her. She did not fear them. She knew that they loved her.
They do not judge me.
“Yes, ma’am!” Matt growled.
She straddled Matt. He reached for her breasts and cupped them, cradling them in his large hands. He squeezed her nipples and she moaned.
She shuffled forwards and he took hold of his erect cock. He ran the tip over her pussy and she pushed onto it, taking him deep inside in one go.
“Grace!” he sighed.
She moved up and down a few times, enjoying how good he felt inside her. Thick, hard and unyielding. The passion in his eyes lifted her heart and she was released from her former bonds, as free as a bird. Yet safe and secure. He cared for her.
Deeply.
Blake moved behind her and she leaned forwards so that her bottom stuck out. He kissed her back and she stopped moving on Matt. Blake kissed every scar and each time she shivered.
“It’s okay now, Grace. No one will ever hurt you again.”
“I know,” she replied. And she did.
Blake kissed a trail down her
spine until he reached the point where her butt cheeks parted. He slipped his hand there, reaching through to feel Matt’s cock where it entered her. He ran his finger over her opening, and Matt moaned with delight.
Then he lowered his head and she felt his hair tickle her bottom. He pushed her further forwards so that her breasts brushed against Matt’s chest even though she was still on her knees. Then he ran his hot tongue between her cheeks and over her tight anus. He laved his tongue there, creating wet heat until she began to move again on Matt. She was consumed by the need to move, to grind, to climb towards fulfilment.
“Are you ready, Grace?”
“I am.”
Blake slid a finger into her anus and gently moved it around inside her. Then he inserted another.
“Breathe, Grace,” he sighed as he moved his fingers, preparing her and helping her to adjust. “You’ll loosen for me. Relax and breathe.”
He continued to move his fingers inside her and Matt lifted his hips to meet her. The men moved in time and Grace began to soar. Her swollen clitoris rubbed against Matt’s pubic bone and his cock stretched and filled her cunny. From behind, Blake fingered and licked her anus. Lubricating her. Making her ready.
She was lost in desire, consumed with passion. Arousal filled her being and she moved and moaned. Her clit tingled as her need peaked and suddenly she was hurtling through time and space, consumed by the need to bounce and grind and shatter as if nothing mattered other than this precious moment with the two men inside her.
She opened her eyes and met Matt’s. He was close to the edge too. So close.
Blake removed his fingers from her behind and used his other hand to caress her pussy, spreading her juices up and around from her clit to the base of her spine.
“I need you, Grace,” he growled.
“Take me!” she gasped.
He positioned his cock at the point where his fingers had been. Then he began to inch into her. She breathed, focused on relaxing as he passed through the tight ring of muscle.
And then, suddenly, she was full.
Complete.
Whole.
She moved gently in time with them both. Matt filled her cunny. Blake filled her behind. She was full of their erect cocks. Stretched. Bursting.
Their erections met inside her, rubbing her inner walls and she shivered with the arousing connection.
She had never imagined that men could give her such pleasure. What she had experienced before was nothing compared to this. Jack had been nothing. He was the past. A mistake but an important lesson.
This was different. This was tender. This was intimate. This was love.
She whimpered as she peaked again and again and, just when she thought that the men would reach their own fulfilment, they held back so that they could continue to pleasure her.
Finally, when she climaxed so powerfully that tears actually ran down her cheeks and she panted with sated exhaustion, they increased their movements.
She picked up pace with them. Enjoyed their combined throbbing then thundered over the edge with them as their hot seed filled her body and the three of them collapsed into a shuddering heap on the bed.
Blake rolled away from her and went to the pewter bowl on the dresser. He cleaned himself off then brought a clean cloth for her and Matt.
“Coffee?” He grinned.
Grace’s heart leapt. He was breathtakingly handsome with his messy dark hair and the shadow of stubble that had begun to shade the lower half of his face.
She leaned back into Matt’s open arms and closed her eyes. Just weeks ago she had been lonely. Afraid. Half-dead with hopelessness.
“Grace?” Blake held a steaming cup of coffee out to her. She must have drifted for a moment.
She sat up against the headboard and took the coffee, snuggling closer to Matt as Blake climbed into bed. She basked in the joy of being between them. Sandwiched cosily.
“So you said we need to talk?” Matt nudged her.
“We really do,” she nodded.
“Well…before you say any more,” Matt kissed her head, “we have something we’d like to say.” He raised his mug to Blake.
“This last month, Grace, has been amazing.” Blake stared into her eyes. A chill settled over her like an icy draft. Was he about to tell her that he’d had a great time but they needed to move on? “And we have loved being around.”
“Oh Blake…no…” The words burst from her. She couldn’t stand to hear what he was about to say. He blurred before her as tears filled her eyes. Her bottom lip wobbled and her throat constricted with pain.
“Now hear me out, Grace!” His tone was stern. She blinked then took a steadying sip of her coffee. “Matt and I…before we came here, we’d been wandering for a long time. A long, long time. Searching for escape from our own pain.”
Grace nodded. She knew all about pain.
“See…” Blake’s voice cracked and he shook his head.
Matt took over. “We were married before, Grace.”
Grace turned so that she could see him and Blake snuggled his head on her shoulder.
She frowned.
“Well…I was married to a woman named Rebecca but she was wife to both of us.”
“Like this?” Grace gestured at the three of them.
“Yeah. Like this. The three of us lived together real happy. We were equals in the relationship. We needed each other and everything was just fine and dandy. As happens…sometimes…Rebecca got pregnant.”
“We were thrilled,” Blake whispered into her hair.
“But it turned out she was carrying twins.” Matt ran a hand through his blond hair. His face darkened. “When her time came…she couldn’t deliver the babies. We called a local woman who was said to have birthing skills and she said that the first baby was stuck sideways in the womb.”
“She tried to turn it but by then Rebecca was exhausted.” Blake wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed her tightly as if seeking to hold onto her to steady himself.
“Oh no…” Grace gasped. “You lost them?”
It explained why they kept on moving. Why a shadow passed over their faces from time to time. Why they needed to know where the other one was every minute of the day. Their fear of loss had pervaded every moment of their lives.
“Yeah we lost them.” Matt sighed. “Rebecca begged us to cut her open to release the babies. She was labouring for two whole days and said she couldn’t feel them moving any more. We didn’t know what to do. When the local doc finally showed up, he agreed. He said we was gonna lose Rebecca anyways so we could try to save the twins.”
“So he cut her?” Grace shuddered.
Matt hung his head. A solitary tear rolled down his cheek and Grace’s heart flipped. What a choice to have to make. But if she was dying anyway, it hadn’t really been a choice.
“It was awful. But Rebecca begged and begged. Her stomach was so big and so hard and she was in so much pain. When the doc made the first cut she passed out.”
“And she never woke up,” Blake added, his voice tight with pain.
“The babies?” Grace had to ask.
Matt shook his head. “Too late.”
“We buried them together,” Blake explained. “One in each arm.”
Grace burst into tears. Such unimaginable pain. No wonder they needed to keep on moving. No man or woman should have to endure such grief.
“I understand why you need to go.” She bit her lip.
“Go?” Matt wiped his eyes then cupped her face in his large hands.
“Well, yes. You want to keep moving.”
“No, Grace. We’re tired of moving. Finding you has been the best thing that has happened to us since Rebecca.”
“But I’m not her.” Grace hung her head. She could never fill this woman’s shoes. She could not compete with a dead woman they had both adored. She might be unable to have children.
“No you’re not Rebecca.” Blake stroked her hair where it tumbled down her back. “You
’re you. You’re Grace. Precious. Adorable. Sweet.”
“Wonderful. Beautiful. Gentle. Strong,” Matt added.
Grace looked at Matt then she turned to Blake. “Really? You actually think that of me?” Her heart picked up its pace.
The cowboys inclined their heads simultaneously.
“You don’t think I’m…” She couldn’t finish her question. Voicing her fears that they would think she had been a poor wife to Jack was too much.
“You’ve been mistreated, Grace. That husband of yours broke you like our grief broke us.” Matt’s jaw twitched. “But you’re strong and we’ve seen you begin to mend while we been here.”
“You are amazing, Grace. You are not Rebecca and we would never want you to be. We love you because you’re you!” Blake kissed her cheek.
“You do love me?” Grace chuckled. “Really?”
The men nodded.
“Grace…we want to stick around,” Blake continued. “If you’ll have us.”
If she’d have them They wanted to stay.
She wriggled out of their arms and sat facing them both.
“If I’ll have you?”
They stared at her, their eyes full of affection and what she realised was need as they roamed her naked body. But she didn’t feel shy. Didn’t try to cover up. Under their dual gaze she was empowered like never before. She was their woman and they were her cowboys. Hers. Forever.
“Grace, we want to be here for you. To make sure that no one ever hurts you again.” Matt wrapped an arm around Blake’s shoulder. “We come as a package though,” he grinned.
As a package. Exactly as she wanted them. She had fallen for them equally. To have one without the other would be unthinkable. She needed them both to be fulfilled.
“Of course I want you!” she gasped and flung herself forwards into their outstretched arms.
She sighed with contentment as they began to kiss and caress her as they tumbled into a heap on the bed. The bed that they had made for her, thinking of her, wanting to please her.
And Grace finally knew how it felt to be loved.
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