The idea of them fucking me at the same time, one in each hole, didn’t seem as scary as it should. I should run away screaming at the possibility, but the feelings they’d elicited by their fingers there had me eager for a thick cock instead. And both of them, at the same time? It would be so intense. More of their seed dripped from me, but I had to assume it was coaxed along by my own copious arousal.
“Until then, we’ll have to take you one at a time.”
“Or…”
I glanced at Lane when he only offered that one word.
“Or Spur will fuck you while you suck my—”
A knock at the front door interrupted Lane.
I stood abruptly, pushed down the shirt. All of a sudden I felt bare and exposed. It was one thing for Lane and Spur to see me behave so wildly, but when the outside world interrupted, I panicked.
Lane stood, went to the door to the hall, looked back. “Go up and get dressed, precious. That little show was just for us.”
He shifted his cock and sighed, clearly disappointed.
Spur came over to me, kissed my forehead. “Yes, that pussy’s just for us. No one gets to see it. Hell, no one gets to see any of you dressed like this. Go on. It’s probably the Tates. They’re here to meet you, so come down when you’re ready.”
I could hear voices at the front door, looked up at Spur. I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him quickly. While Lane and Spur were protective of me, and quite possessive, I didn’t feel stifled as I had with my brothers. It felt… good.
When the voices became louder, I dashed up the back stairs. With the Tates eager to meet me, I was very curious to meet Celia Tate, for she, too, was a mail order bride and married to two men.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Spur
“We are looking forward to meeting your new wife,” Luke Tate said.
After we’d said hello to Celia, we pointed her upstairs to meet and chat with Piper. Their wife was several months pregnant with their first baby. As her doctor, I asked her a few brief questions to her well-being, but did not linger. She was young and healthy and had two husbands to keep a close eye on her. If there was something wrong, even indigestion, I was sure they would tell me about it.
We led the men into the parlor and while the furniture was stiff and formal, we stretched our legs out in front of us and relaxed with a familiarity of long friendship—and the lack of a female presence. If it wasn’t just after breakfast, I’d have poured each of us a glass of whiskey.
“How is it that a woman we’ve never met before, from a different state even, is perfect for us?” I asked, starting right in on the topic of our new bride. My cock, thankfully, had gone down by our friends’ untimely arrival, but thinking of Piper made me shift in my seat.
I had no doubt Piper was the one for us and I knew Lane felt the same. It just amazed me that Walker and Luke had the same positive outcome with Celia.
Walker grinned, shrugged his broad shoulders. He, too, had dark hair and a beard, but that was the end of our similarities. While he was lean, I was built like a barrel through the chest. Lane always said if being a doctor wasn’t for me, I could always earn my keep as a fighter. I’d done my fair share of that without any kind of payment.
“It’s remarkable. We knew Celia was ours the minute she stepped off the train.”
“It was cold as fuck that night,” Luke added. “It was no hardship to warm her.”
When neither Lane nor I commented, the two looked to us.
“You are not satisfied with her?” Walker tipped his voice low. “Celia was a widow, so there was no fear of the unknown the first night, especially taking two men.”
Lane laughed then. “I don’t think Piper is afraid of anything.”
He proceeded to tell them about her gun-slinging ways and had the others amused and shaking their heads.
“If Celia did that,” Luke paused, thinking about the possibility of his wife putting herself in harm’s way, “she’d not be able to sit for a week.”
“While I doubt we’ll curb her fire, we will certainly lay down the law when it comes to visiting saloons. All in due time, however. We want her to like being on her hands and knees before we give her a punishment spanking,” I said, crossing my ankles.
“Yes, she need not gamble for money any longer,” Lane added.
“And Lil?” Luke asked, his voice turning serious. “Will you stop seeing her now that you have a willing and warm woman in your bed?”