"Dinna stop, Dash, for she most definitely likes it."
Connor, with a firm grip on my hips, began to take me in earnest. His hips moved like a piston, in and out in a consistent, determined pace. It was so completely different having a cock fill me from behind; he was able to plumb me so deeply, the slap of his hips against my bottom was almost rough. It was easy to come this time. I was clearly warmed up to it and I knew exactly what the pleasure felt like...and I wanted it. Oh, I wanted it so very much.
This time, though, it wasn't wrought from their being gentle, but quite the opposite. The slight bite of pain, of being taken roughly had me coming, my inner walls clenching down on Connor's cock. Connor continued to fuck me through my pleasure, his pace increasing further until the slick, wet sounds of fucking filled the air. The scent of it swirled around us.
"Sweet Jesus," Connor groaned as I felt his seed fill me. It was hot and pulsing and I felt it warm my core.
Dash released my nipple with a loud pop and sat back, his head resting against the cushion. My hands were tight on the back of the chair and as Connor pulled free, I still didn't let go.
"Ah, lass, tis the perfect sight, just as Dash said. Yer pussy's all red and beautifully swollen, all coated in our seed." His hand cupped my pussy from behind and I hissed out a breath. While it felt good, I was sore and felt well used. Gently, his palm moved, smoothing the seed over my hot flesh. He slipped his fingers backward and ran over my back entrance. It was that touch, that dark, carnal touch that had me releasing my grip and coming up on my knees.
"Connor!"
"We'll have ye here, lass." He kissed my damp shoulder as he brushed a damp finger over my tight pucker. "We'll take ye together, yer two husbands fucking ye. Soon, but for now, we've worn ye out."
His hand moved away and he lifted me up in his arms. Dash stood and followed as Connor carried me down the hall to the bedroom. "Sleep and then we'll fuck ye again."
CHAPTER FIVE
DASH
Rebecca was asleep in my bed. Her hair, so straight and dark, fanned out across my pillow and I knew I'd never be able to get the scent of her from that pillow—or my mind—ever again. She was all that we'd wanted, and more. We slipped from the room and Connor pulled on the pants he'd left on the floor of the parlor. In the kitchen, I put the coffee pot on the stove, and then stoked the embers back to life. Connor brought wood in from the back porch and handed a piece to me to add to the fire.
"She's remarkable," he said, leaning against the door. While it was warm now, the sun was setting earlier and earlier and the evenings were cool. The crisp air that signaled the first signs of winter was upon us. "Despite her upbringing."
I stood and found some mugs. "Her da sounds like an arsehole, leaving her at boarding school from the age of six. And what kind of fuck-all place did he send her to?"
"Montgomery must nae have known of where she was sent, or known of what the man would do," he countered.
"They had nay the same father, so he must nae known of the bastard's cruelty. Montgomery wouldna have left her in a place that beat her. Thank Christ he got to her before that Earl did. Perhaps bringing her here was the only way he knew to save her."
I shrugged at my own words, for the person who had the answers was dead.
I grabbed a cloth, picked up the pot and poured the coffee into the mugs. Connor took his and we went out onto the porch. The Bridgewater ranch spread out before us as far as the eye could see. "Think she'll be happy here? She's nay like Ann, Emma, Laurel or even Olivia. She's nay from the Territory. Hell, she's more British than Rhys."
Connor grinned, blew on his coffee, then took a sip. "She's verra responsive."
My cock stirred as I thought of her, the look on her face, the feel of her pussy clenching down on my cock as she came. "She's prim through and through, until she gets a cock in her."
"Aye, so we'll fuck the prim right out of her."
I wasn't so sure 'twould be that easy, nor that I wanted to entirely. "Over a decade of beating modesty, decorum and the appropriate behavior of a true Victorian bride into her will nay be easy to eliminate. We saw how she fought it."
Connor shook his head. "Nay, tis true, but it will be enjoyable for all of us. I dinna think we can handle her with kid gloves. She will need a firmer stance from her men."
I knew what he meant. Rebecca responded to a hint of pain, to aggression and to mild commands, and during her first fucking. "To bring her about, we may need more...unconventional approaches. Agreed?"
Connor nodded. "Aye."
***
An hour later, I heard the lid of Rebecca's trunk open. I came in off the porch and found her in the entry wrapped in the sheet from my bed. She had her hair down. She was quite the sight laying there naked beneath my bedding—nothing like the staid woman who'd arrived before the noon meal.
"Have a good rest?" I asked.
She spun on her bare foot at my voice. Her cheeks flushed prettily at being caught. "Yes, I...I was going to put on some clothes."
I shook my head slowly. "Connor took the horses to the stable but should be back shortly. I know he willna like to see ye dressed again."