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  She moaned, her lips parting, and my tongue delved into her mouth. My hands slid over her curves, down to her bottom, pulling her more tightly against me as my cock swelled. I wanted to be inside her again… but there were things to do, and she needed to be shown around the house.

  The sound of the door swinging open made me jump, jerking my head up. Clive was standing there, looking at us and shaking his head.

  “I leave you alone for five minutes…” he said with a sigh. “Did you show her any of the house?”

  Indignation rose, but he wasn’t wrong, and my ire mixed with shame that was all too familiar when it came to disappointing Clive. I glared back at him, my jaw clenching. Dressing me down in front of Sassy was a step too far. I was always the one compromising for him because I was the easygoing one, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him boss me around when it came to how to handle our wife.

  “I was hoping you could show me together,” Sassy said, her hand on my chest as she smiled up at Clive. His expression softened, and something inside me eased. She was already acting as a peacemaker between me and Clive, keeping turmoil out of her household.

  “Sorry,” Clive said, to my surprise. He hardly ever apologized for anything. “I should have thought of that. We can show you around together.”

  Sassy smiled at him, then at me, a tinge of worry still in her eyes.

  “Together,” I said, nodding. If Clive and I had it out, it wouldn’t be in front of her. Our Sassy wouldn’t like us fighting, that was clear. If she could keep Clive more humble than usual, that would help my state of mind considerably.

  Placing that ad for a bride had been the best decision I’d ever made. I wouldn’t rub it in Clive’s nose, though. Not yet.

  6

  Sassy

  * * *

  Nervously watching the men—my husbands—shovel dinner into their mouths, I felt a small burst of pride. I was no great cook and unused to their kitchen, but I still managed to put together a presentable meal. It felt both odd and very nice to be settled into their home.

  Our home.

  It would take a while for me to start thinking of it that way.

  The men had shown me around, although there hadn’t been much more to see than the main room and two bedrooms. William said they’d be turning his old room into a nursery, and we’d be sharing what used to be Clive’s room from now on. Outside was a vegetable garden, the outhouse, with a laundry line a little ways away. Tomorrow, I would be able to explore more. Today, we had shared a quick, cold midday meal, then they’d gone off to meet their hands and finish their chores around the ranch, while I unpacked my meager belongings and got to work on familiarizing myself with the kitchen and making dinner.

  Now, the sun had gone down, evening was fast approaching, and I was unsettled. After my mistake this morning, I was no longer very confident, although I’d had the afternoon to myself to think about what I should and should not do.

  It was going to be difficult, though. My instincts were to try to please them as best I could, but how to do that without revealing I knew more than I should? What should a young woman entering into marriage know? I wished there was another woman who I could talk to, find out what she knew… I hadn’t expected to be the only wife, even when I’d seen both men waiting for me at the train station. I thought I’d only be marrying one of them.

  But which husband would I be willing to give up having another wife to talk to? William, with his gentle hands, immediate trust, and open emotions, or Clive, with his rough caresses, suspicious looks, and grumpy demeanor?

  I looked at them, both men sighing happily as they sat back in their chairs, their plates cleared of all food.

  Neither.

  I wouldn’t want to give up either; I wanted both, felt attached to both of them. How that had happened so quickly, I did not know.

  As if they felt me contemplating them, they lifted their gazes, eyes hot with interest, and my cheeks flushed. They made me feel so… so much. I did not even have the word to describe the emotion fluttering through my chest. I also didn’t know what to say when they were looking at me as though they wanted to eat me up the way they just had their dinner.

  “I, uh… did you enjoy your dinner?” I asked lamely, feeling more than a little foolish. I truly wanted to know, though, which was why the question had popped into my mind.

  “Very much,” William said, smiling widely. “That was delicious.”

  Clive nodded in agreement, his expression more sober, but I’d noticed he did not smile much, regardless. I smiled back at both of them, basking in the praise.

  “Tomorrow, I’ll have dessert,” I promised. I’d seen flour, sugar, eggs, and apples in the pantry. It had been years since I’d made a pie, but I thought I still remembered how.

  “I think we can still have dessert tonight,” William said, his grin widening, heat flaring in his eyes. He pushed his chair back, holding out his hand to me. Confusion flared as I placed my fingers in his. I hadn’t seen anything, and I certainly hadn’t made anything suitable dessert.

  “He’s talking about you, Sassy.” Clive chuckled, taking my other hand, standing as well. “You’re going to be our dessert.”

  Me?

  I didn’t have time to respond before William was tugging me into his arms. This kiss was not as gentle as his previous ones. It was eager and possessive, demanding a response. Clive moved in behind me, pressing a hot kiss to the back of my neck, just under where my hair was wound into a bun on the back of my head.

  Heat and need sizzled through me, my senses tingling to life as I was surrounded by their hard bodies.

  Oh… I’m the dessert.

  Now I understood.

  Clive

  * * *

  After a long day on the ranch, coming home to a well-made dinner and a beautiful wife was even more satisfying than I could have imagined. Now, with Sassy caught between us and my cock already aching to be inside of her, I knew tonight was going to be one to remember—our first night on the ranch with our wife.

  My cock ground against the soft curves of her bottom as I held her in place for William, dropping my own kisses along the back of her neck, the curve of her ear, teasing her while he claimed her lips. Watching them together provoked both envy and arousal—not jealousy. No, I liked to watch them kiss… but I also wanted to be part of it.

  When William lifted his head, he smiled down at her before turning her my way, so I could have my turn. Instead, I scooped her up in my arms like a bride. Surprised, William stepped back.

  “Since William got to carry you over the threshold of our house, I think it’s my turn to carry you over the threshold to our bedroom,” I said, swinging her around and leading the way.

  “I’ve already been in there today,” she pointed out, wrapping her arms around my neck. The feel of her slim fingers against my throat sent a shiver through me.

  “That didn’t count,” I said, shaking my head. “Now, we’re going to properly christen the room.” Behind me, William chuckled. I carried Sassy like she was the Queen of England, gently letting her feet drop to the floor and holding her against me as she slid down.

  That’s where I took my kiss from her, pillaging her mouth with all the hot need running through me. Sassy whimpered against my lips, pressing against me, much bolder than she had been the night before. Male satisfaction surged.

  She wanted me.

  Us.

  Wanted this.

  We’d made her feel good the night before, and now she wanted more—exactly the way we’d hoped she would.

  Sassy was a sensual woman despite her buttoned-up dress. She had been trying to hide her light—no wonder, with a man she didn’t want chasing after her—but William and I wanted to see that light. She needn’t show it to anyone else. We would make her glow for us and us alone.

  Caressing and kissing her, we passed her back and forth, taking turns holding and kissing her breathless while the other undressed her. Each piece of clothing that
fell to the floor left her a little more naked, making my cock throb harder until we finally had her completely nude between us.

  “So beautiful,” William murmured, spinning her back to me again, his eyes wandering over her form and appreciating the sight of both her front and her back—especially her back. Eventually, we would have her between us, taking her at the same time, but that would have to wait. She wasn’t ready to know about that yet.

  Besides, we had other things to teach her tonight.

  “Yes, she is,” I agreed, pulling her to me. She tilted her head back, ready for my kiss. Kissing her deeply and thoroughly, making her squirm against my cock gave William the chance to get undressed.

  We’d flipped a coin earlier today to see who would have her mouth and who would have her pussy tonight. It had felt a bit crass, but the reason was sound—we didn’t want her to be too sore after last night, so we would take turns the next few nights until she was more used to our nightly attentions.

  Sassy

  * * *

  When Clive turned me around to face William, he was already naked, sitting on the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly fisting himself while he watched us kiss. His eyes glinting with appreciation, he smiled at me, a hot, lazy smile that turned my already roiling insides over.

  “Come here, beautiful,” he said, swinging his legs onto the bed and leaning back against the headboard. He held out his free hand. “You wanted to try using your mouth this morning, well here’s your chance.”

  I took a small step toward him, my mind racing. I was very good at using my mouth, but I shouldn’t be so good, right? I tried to think back to my early days at Mrs. Burk’s house. This had always been a chore, but one I had become accomplished at.

  Faced with a man who I actually wanted to pleasure for myself rather than to earn my keep, it was hard knowing I could not show him the full extent of my skill. I remembered my initial distaste, how my jaw ached. Gagging. I doubted William would slap me if I accidentally used my teeth, but I didn’t want to, but wouldn’t a woman who didn’t know what she was doing?

  How ironic that I was standing in front of a man I desired, my mouth actually watering, wanting to give him all the pleasure I could… but doing so would likely make him turn from me in disgust.

  “Feeling shy now?” Clive asked, chuckling in my ear. His hand on my back moved me forward, gently but firmly. “Go on, sweetheart. William will guide you.”

  He gave my bottom a little smack, and I jumped in surprise. It stung but didn’t truly hurt. Still, I shot him a dark look over my shoulder as I rubbed the spot where he’d swatted me. Clive just chuckled.

  “Get a move on, sweetheart.” Clearly, my glare didn’t intimidate him at all.

  Strangely, the little interaction had helped clear my head, easing my nerves. William was going to guide me. I would just follow his lead and do what he told me. It helped that Clive seemed to think my hesitation was because I didn’t know what I was doing, not because I knew too much.

  Hesitation was good.

  I slowly moved to the bed, taking William’s hand, and letting him pull me up to where I knelt between his legs. He let go of his cock, bringing my hand to the hot, hard shaft, replacing his grip, and wrapped my fingers around him. He kept his hand over mine and moved it, so I was stroking his cock under his direction while he stared at me with erotic intensity.

  I watched our hands move, fascinated by how enjoyable I found the procedure and how gentle he was, showing me what he liked. The desire to please him surged. I wanted to give him everything.

  His free hand slid into my hair, tugging me closer.

  “Lean over and lick me above our hands,” he said, using his hand to guide my head down. I hesitated again, not because I wanted to—I was eager to have him in my mouth, which was a shock in and of itself—but I worried what he would think if I didn’t. His hand tugged gently, and I followed his instruction.

  I delicately licked, a tiny lick as if I was trying it out. William shuddered at the small touch, and a surprising feeling of power surged. I had never felt powerful in this position before. Men had used my mouth, and I was good at pleasing them with it, but this felt different.

  “Good girl. Use your tongue over the whole head,” William directed, his voice raspy.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Clive watching us as he undressed, and feeling his eyes on us, heated my body even more. I felt wanton but beautiful under their lustful gazes.

  Cherished.

  I felt cherished—just as they’d promised.

  My heart clenched, emotions swelling.

  William groaned, and I realized I was licking him with abandon, my tongue swirling around the bulbous head of his cock and flicking over the sensitive slit, my fingers moving up and down his shaft of their own accord.

  Too good. Too experienced.

  I jerked back.

  “No, no, don’t stop, that was perfect,” William said, opening his eyes and pulling my head back down with the hand still entangled in my hair. “The groan was a good thing.”

  I bit my lower lip, peeking up at him, grateful he was willing to find reasons for my reactions that suited his image of me.

  “If you’re sure…”

  “Oh, believe me, sweetheart,” William chuckled, “I’m sure.” He pushed my hand down to the base of his shaft. “Keep using your tongue, and when you’re ready, take my cock in your mouth and suck. You can hold the base with your hand to keep me from going too deep.”

  Of course. Do not swallow the whole thing. I certainly hadn’t been able to do so when I’d first learned how to pleasure a man with my mouth.

  Let William guide you

  That was exactly what I was going to do.

  Clive moved toward us.

  “She’ll look so pretty with your cock in her mouth,” he said gruffly but sincerely. He didn’t seem completely comfortable with the dirty words, unlike William, but he was trying.

  I smiled shyly, turning my head slightly, so he could watch as I licked the crown of William’s cock, moving my lips over its surface. Heat flared in Clive’s eyes. He began stroking his own cock while he watched, moving even closer, so he could run his hand down my back and over my bottom.

  I gasped when I felt his finger slide between my cheeks, finding the crinkled star there. He rubbed gently, but only for a moment before his fingers moved again, seeking and finding the wet, swollen folds of my pussy. His fingers slipped into the folds, and I moaned, opening my lips and bending my head over William’s cock, stifling the sound.

  William groaned with me, his hand tightening in my hair. I sucked hard, turning my growing need into his pleasure. Clive’s fingers explored my slippery folds, probing and teasing, making me whimper around William’s cock. My lips touched my fingers, and I realized I was forgetting myself.

  I had to remember to pretend I was new to this.

  But then Clive climbed onto the bed behind me, lifting my hips, so I was on my knees before him, my head bent over William’s lap, and all thoughts flew out of my head.

  7

  William

  * * *

  Sassy’s mouth wrapped around my cock was the second-best thing I’d ever felt, right after her pussy on my cock. She’d been a little hesitant at first, but once Clive started touching her, she’d stopped thinking about what she was doing, and I was reaping the benefits.

  It was as though she was taking out her own arousal on me, the sensations Clive was creating in her transferred directly to me as she licked and sucked, her mouth sliding further down my shaft, the more Clive’s fingers teased her. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of my cock, and I groaned, winding her long, dark hair about my fist, using it to help anchor myself while keeping it out of her way.

  I liked being able to see her face while she bobbed her head up and down on my cock—the way her eyelashes fluttered, the flush growing on her cheeks, and the way her plush lips stretched around my glistening shaft. The vibrations o
f her hums and moans went straight through me and up my spine, adding to my pleasure.

  She was a damn natural at this.

  Clive climbed onto the bed behind her, his gaze fixed on her upturned ass. I held her hair a little more tightly, reaching beneath her with my other hand to fondle one of her plump breasts. She mewled, the suction on my cock increasing, and I pinched her nipple in response. My hips thrust, pushing me a little deeper into her mouth, and I felt her gag slightly. Her hand tightened around the base of my cock.

  “Yes, just like that,” I said, panting for breath. Squeezing her breast, I did my best to lie still as Clive lined himself up with her pussy from behind.

  I could tell the moment he began to slide into her, because she sucked even harder, her fingers moving with her lips, her whimpering moans muffled by my cock. Tightly gripping the reins of my growing need, I laid back against the pillows, determined to keep my climax at bay, so I could enjoy this for as long as possible.

  Watching Clive grip Sassy’s hips and thrust forward, pure pleasure filling his expression while Sassy cried out around my cock, I couldn’t be sure it was going to be very long at all.

  Sassy

  * * *

  One man in front of me, one man behind me, both of them filling me at the same time… this was something with which I had no experience. Just like I had no experience with the rush of emotion that flowed through me as I was impaled by both of my husbands.

  My desire to please had always been part of knowing my income depended on it, not from anything within myself. But I wanted to please them, with no ulterior motive—nothing but a deep desire to see their gratification and know I was its cause.