Mary wasn’t into pain of any kind.
Grace laughed. “No, it doesn’t if they prepare you.”
How could a man prepare her to put his cock in her ass?
“Some things you just have to experience for yourself. And this is one of those times. But I promise you that once you’ve experienced having two men, you could never think about returning to just one. Don’t be afraid, Mary. Embrace this life. It’s been a wonderful thirty years for me.”
Thirty years, Mary couldn’t help but think. For Grace and Owen and Silas to live together, not all of those years had been in Treasure Falls, but still that was a long time with two men. Silas had only passed away six months ago and was one of the reasons they sent for mail-order brides. His death made them realize they needed more families in town. More young couples. It was time.
The bee dove into the flower, his happy buzz filling the air.
“Are you going to choose Andrew and Jesse?”
There were no other men here that she would accept. And part of her wanted them to ask her to marry her, yet she was afraid.
“They haven’t asked me yet,” she said. “They are the only men I have been interested in pursuing.” And they seemed interested in her. The wealthiest man in town, the mine owners were courting her, making her promises, and she was eager to see if they proposed.
“Grace, we need you in the house,” the doctor called.
“Did that answer your questions?”
“Yes,” Mary said still not certain she understood what happened between three people during sex. She was a virgin, and the only time she’d seen it was between two dogs on the street. It didn’t look appealing.
“Good, let me go see what Dr. Owen needs,” she said with a laugh that seemed like a promise of good things to come.
“Thanks, Grace,” Mary said as she watched the older woman walk away.
If she was not a fugitive, she might consider returning to Charleston, just because she was afraid. Marriage had not been good for her sister. In fact, it had gotten her killed. But Charleston held a different kind of danger. One that included her swinging from a rope.
“Mary,” the cook said, hurrying outside to her. “This came for you today.”
A trickle of fear caused her to freeze.
“What?”
“A letter,” the cook said as she handed it to her and then hurried back into the kitchen.
Who would be sending her letters? Here? No one knew where she was, did they?
She ripped open the envelop and pulled out the letter. In big black letters, the words seemed to scream at her.
I know where you are and I’m coming for you!