One Bride for Four Ranchers

t to keep from coming in my mouth. “I’ve come around to your way of thinking.”

“Good,” I say, more than just a little proud of myself.

But the feeling of control snaps when Tyler plucks me up from the ground and he and Joshua strip me down completely. Together, they kiss and nibble and touch my body. But they do so quickly, as they carry me over to the bed. I start to climb on top of the mattress when Joshua holds me firm. With my knees against the mattress, they bend me over the bed.

A sharp slapping noise and the shock of pain come from my ass. And it takes a full second, and a second smack, before I realize that I’m being spanked. Before I can complain, Tyler’s rubbing the sore spot softly with his hand.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he says, voice rough with desire. “Needs a little spanking.”

He smacks me again, and I gasp. Again he rubs the pain away. Then he slides his hand between my legs and slips a finger inside me.

Again, I jump. But two sets of hands hold me firm.

“I think she likes being spanked,” Tyler says to Joshua. And Joshua murmurs an agreement.

Then Tyler’s gripping my hips, and I feel him probe my center with his hardness. And then he slides into me in one smooth, quick motion.

I moan at the sudden fullness and writhe against him immediately.

His hands dig into my hips, and he murmurs, “Good girl.”

Tyler starts to fuck me slowly, and then I feel someone touch my chin. I blink, opening my eyes, finally finding focus. It’s Joshua. On the bed. With his own long, thick cock in his hand. A cock I need to satisfy as well. And apparently, he’s decided to finish where he started—in my mouth.

Obediently, I open my lips. And he slides himself inside with a grunt.

Together, they take me, moving together perfectly. And as our movements grow faster, and we all come close to the climax we all so desperately need, it feels like we're one being, moving together. Writhing together. Coming together.

And as one, we find our release. Over and over again.

Chapter 20

Trey

I’m not happy about missing a night with Jessa, but when I see how happy Joshua and Tyler look the next morning, my tiny twinge of jealousy fades to nothing. How can I be unhappy when my brothers are so content?

Besides, at least Clay had to go to bed alone, too. For some reason, that makes me smile.

“How did you sleep?” I ask Jessa when we all sit down to breakfast. We’re late this morning, but it affords us more privacy. It’s just the four of us and Jessa. Only BethAnn is still around, and she’s humming to herself in the kitchen, cleaning. I’ve offered to hire help for BethAnn, especially now that she’s getting a little older, but she won’t hear of it. Another few years and I’ll insist—well, I’ll try to insist. I might technically sign her paycheck, but there is no doubt in my mind who really rules the house. And it isn’t a Hollister.

Her cheeks redden in an adorable show of embarrassment. “Good, thanks.”

Tyler chokes back a laugh, trying to turn it into a cough.

I just shake my head and take a sip of coffee. “Clay and I have to head into town and go to the feed store today if you’d like to come, Jessa.”

“Sounds fun,” she says with a smile.

“Yeah, going to the feed store is a hoot,” Tyler replies, good-natured sarcasm in his tone.

Jessa jabs him softly in the ribs. “Spending time with Clay and Trey is fun.”

He shrugs and rolls his eyes. “If you’re into that sort of thing. I’m going to be up getting that fence fixed a little more permanently.”

Jessa chuckles. “What are you up to today, Joshua?”

Joshua grimaces, then shrugs. “I have some work I really need to finish before the end of the month. But I’m sure you’ll have fun with these two goons.”

We load up in Clay’s old Ford pickup, since the three of us can fit on the bench seat just fine, and Clay and I are both fans of how it places Jessa between us with little room to spare.