Including Mrs. Percy at our lunch table added a bit of humor to the meal. Usually, our conversation led toward bickering with Piper or wanting to thrash her husbands for, well… just being the men who fucked our sister. They might be married to her, but that didn’t mean I had to like the notion. The older woman wasn’t as quiet or demure as she led everyone to believe and had even Piper blushing. The stories she’d shared so far were probably pretty tame and could only imagine what she wasn’t saying.
“You shouldn’t let those two bother you,” the older woman said. She picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip.
Eve glanced at the slice of cake on her plate, then at Mrs. Percy. “They’ve been mean to me for so long, I’m accustomed. I wasn’t confident enough to fight them. Before. Now…”
“Now you have husbands who will always be there for you,” I said. I sat at the head of the table, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep a relaxed appearance, all the while ready to go and push her stepsisters over a cliff. No one fucked with my bride.
The smile Eve gave me was sweeter than the cake. “Yes. I do.”
“And a sister-in-law who won’t hesitate to make their lives miserable.”
“You like us and you torture us. I can only imagine what you’d do to them,” Knox added.
Piper pursed her lips and pointed her fork at him.
The baby hiccupped and we looked to her. She was sitting in the crook of Lane’s arm, alert and watching all of us. Knowing I’d be holding a baby of my own in a year made my heart open, made me feel so damn good.
“Do you think they really will be married tonight?”
“Probably.” Spur shrugged. “Not sure who would want to be shackled to women like that though.”
“They need a firm hand,” Knox said. “Applied often to their bare ass—” He cleared his throat. “Bottoms. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Percy.”
“I’m only old, not a prude,” she countered.
Even through his beard, I could see Knox flush. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I was quite like your sister in the day,” she shared, pointing a bony finger toward Piper.
Everyone stared at Mrs. Percy, then Piper.
“I want to hear every salacious story,” Piper replied, leaning forward eagerly and putting her elbows on the table.
Spur pushed back his chair and stood. “Perhaps Mrs. Percy would like to chat with you further at our house. Lillian will be hungry soon and I think your brothers would like us to leave.”
I liked Spur after all. “Since Mrs. Percy has said herself she isn’t a prude, then I will share that we do wish to get our wife alone.”
Moving around the table, I stood behind Eve, put my hands on her shoulders. I had to hope she blocked the sight of my rock-hard cock pressing against my pants, my head filled with ideas of what I wanted to do to Eve.
“Yes,” Lane added. “I remember when you told us you were expecting Lillian, Piper. We didn’t climb off you for a week.”
Him? He was a dead man. After we fucked and claimed our wife a few times.
Piper groaned Lane’s name, her cheeks pink. Mrs. Percy just laughed.
Lane smirked as he looked at me, then Knox as he stood and carried Lillian to the entry. Spur helped Mrs. Percy from her chair as Piper eyed us with an impish grin.
“Did you know, dear, that I shot my first husband?” Mrs. Percy’s words turned Piper’s head.
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p; “You… did you kill him?” Without looking toward us, she added, “We’ll see ourselves out.”
Spur shook Knox’s hand as he gave a rueful shake of his head, then escorted the women out of the room. We didn’t move, only heard their footfalls at the entry, then the front door closing behind them.
“I thought they’d never leave,” Knox grumbled, pulling Eve to her feet.
We turned her to face us and we loomed over her. It never ceased to amaze me how small she was, and yet so damn brave.