It was savagely intimate and entirely satisfying.
He buried himself in my pussy, and I cried out as his cock pressed against a spot deep inside. My whole body seized and quaked, muscles clutching his cock and the plug, sending me soaring with rapture and milking him as he came.
Completely limp from pleasure, I sighed with utter repletion.
William
* * *
Watching Clive take our wife stirred my cock, even though it had only been mere minutes since I’d had her. If I wasn’t so damn hungry for actual food, I might have stepped up for a second, slower turn with our wife, but that could wait for later. My stomach growled in agreement. It had been a long day, although I’d enjoyed the homecoming.
Clive pulled away from Sassy with a satisfied sigh that matched my sentiments. She opened her eyes, but I could tell she wasn’t seeing me even though she was looking at me. There was a happy little smile on her face that made my heart pound with something other than lust.
Something sweeter.
Something softer.
Dinner was delicious, as always, and Sassy had baked us cookies for dessert, although she called them ‘biscuits’ to my and Clive’s amusement. I’d have to give her my ma’s recipe for real biscuits… I just had to remember where I’d put it. Unlike Sassy, neither Clive nor I had any skill at baking. She seemed to enjoy it, though, and we certainly enjoyed her efforts.
Unfortunately, there was also something we needed to discuss before bed that would put a bit of a damper on things. I cleared my throat.
“Sassy, what can you tell us about Lord Carmichael?”
Our wife froze in her seat, dark eyes opening wide, full of fear.
“Wh-what do you need to know?”
The tremor in her voice was enough to have Clive and me scooting closer to her, protectively offering our reassurance. We each took a hand, bolstering her from either side.
“Clive is going into town tomorrow to speak to the sheriff.” I caressed the soft skin of her hand with my thumb, trying to soothe her.
“I meant to go before this, but we had some catching up to do on the ranch after the wedding,” Clive said.
We weren’t a big operation, and with both of us away from the ranch at the same time, our workers took the brunt of it while we were away, but none of them had complained. They understood and were happy for us, but we hadn’t felt comfortable taking any time away until today when I’d come to the house to plug Sassy. Tomorrow, it would be Clive’s turn, although he’d be going into town since we’d take care of plugging our wife before we left for the day.
“It’s unlikely he’ll be able to follow you out here, even if he wanted to,” Clive said confidently. “But we won’t take any chances with your safety. I want Sheriff Baker to know there might be people asking after you and not to tell them anything. I’ll also tell him whatever I can about Carmichael, so he can be on the lookout.”
Sassy stared at the table, not meeting our eyes. Clive and I exchanged a worried glance over her head. She had told us about growing up in London, and we knew she hadn’t been rich and about her father before his death, but she never brought up the man she’d been running from. Clive still thought there was something she wasn’t telling us since most men would give up when a woman ran clear across the world to escape him, but I pointed out he’d already followed her to New York.
Neither of us understood a man who wouldn’t heed the word ‘no,’ but neither of us had ever been a lord, so we couldn’t begin to guess at his motivations.
“He has dark hair and eyes and…” She closed her eyes, swallowing hard. “I doubt he’d come for me himself. Not all the way out here when he couldn’t be sure he’d find me. I hope.” Her breath stuttered. “I never want to see him again.”
“Easy there,” I crooned, sliding my arm around her shoulders, using the same tone of voice I would on a fractious horse. “You won’t have to, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe. I promise.”
Sassy finally looked up, meeting my gaze, and she smiled.
“I know. You two have made me feel safe for the first time in… well, in a very long time.”
“Well, that is what the ad promised,” Clive said, amused. I shot him a glare over Sassy’s head.
“Can we just go to bed and not talk about him?” Sassy pleaded prettily, looking back and forth between us. “I hate talking about him. Just saying his name taints the room with his presence.”
“Fair enough,” I said. Clive frowned but didn’t gainsay me, which was a bit of a surprise. Sassy had softened him. He wasn’t quite as bossy as he used to be. Looking back at our wife, my cock began to harden in anticipation. “Let’s go to bed, and your husbands will make sure you forget all about him.”
“Oh, will they?” Sassy sassed, raising one eyebrow as I helped her to her feet. Clive smirked.
Yes, we would.