One Bride for Four Ranchers

Finally, dinner is over. The chickens are decimated. The sweet potatoes have been scraped down to the china.

“What should we do now?” she asks innocently.

Stan clears his throat. He looks at each of us to double check. We’re still on the same page,

at least in theory. She has to take the lead. It has to be up to her.

“It’s entirely up to you, princess.”

For a long time, she looks at us each in turn as if trying to read our minds. She takes a long time deciding. Finally, she stands, her lips pursed in a haughty dare.

“Come on then, boys,” she purrs as she leaves the room.

We follow, completely under her spell, watching every millimeter of skin as she lets her dress slip from her shoulders. Slowly she walks into the back room, commanding our absolute obedience with every step.

It’s like a dream, watching her captivate all my brothers with just one look. She could ask us to do anything right now, and we would do it.

I sit down in front of her, squinting against the light that haloes her from behind. Her dress slips over her arms to her waist, then falls to the floor. She’s a Venus, tall and luscious, as smooth as alabaster.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I hear myself whisper.

“You’re sweet, Charlie. You want to go first?”

Tim and Tom argue over that immediately but I ignore them. Yes, I do want to go first.

Her eyes captivate me in a sky blue stare. She sways slowly, rolling those round hips, arching her back and sighing.

“I’ve never done this before so…”

“Wait, what?” Stan interrupts.

Tim and Tom gasp while Hank and Stan start with alarm. But I can see it in her eyes — she’s ours. She’s already decided.

But Stan feels like he has a job to do now. He holds his hands out, delivering orders in that serious bark he uses.

“Tim and Tom, you guys warm her up,” he commands.

I shoot him a look. He knows what’s fair. I know he’ll do the right thing.

“Charlie, you eat her pussy,” he smirks, winking, until i smile back.

As Tim and Tom lay her on the sofa, I kneel between her legs, running my hands over her thighs. She shudders and sighs, biting her pillowy lower lip between her teeth. I can’t take my eyes off that shimmering snatch of fabric, just the flimsiest barrier between me and heaven. Inhaling deeply, I slide up closer, savoring every shiver as she opens her legs for me, inviting me in.

We found our princess. I know it.

Chapter 1

Vanessa

The moving van rolls slowly down the long, curved driveway while heavy walnut branches scrape gently along the top. I wave a couple of fingers in greeting at the moving company driver, waiting patiently on the side of the cul-de-sac as he maneuvers the huge truck out of the way.

After clearing the brick mailbox post by just inches, the truck accelerates toward the exit, and I slip my Subaru back into gear. I see an older couple sitting on a loveseat swing on the porch to my left, rocking slowly back and forth. They drink beverages out of tall glasses in the cool shade of the deep porch. On my other side, there is another driveway that leads back between rows of trees toward another house, but I only see the top edge of the roof line over the leaves.

It looks like something out of a fairy tale, to be honest. The curving drive, the houses tucked away behind manicured hedges and dense woods. It all looks mystical, magical.

Keeping an eye out for mischievous woodland creatures, I drive up the concrete driveway, noting how the two neighboring houses appear in flickers among the tree trunks and ample undergrowth. It's still pretty secluded out here, and not what I had expected.

When my mom told me that they had rented a house on a cul-de-sac, I thought that they had gone totally suburban on me. Now I see it just happens to be a glorified dead-end street that sprouted off a remote county road in the middle of Pennsylvania. Not suburban at all.