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  They commented on their actions step by step and I could do nothing but watch their lowered heads and feel their combined hands at work.

  I couldn't help the sigh that slipped from my lips. I'd wanted and needed this for so long. Having two men kneel before me—not just any two men, but Quinn and Porter—made my core weep in readiness for them. I'd felt it when I'd touched myself in the past and could feel it now in the way my drawers clung to my folds.

  Porter's hands slipped up under the hem of my chemise and tugged at the ribbon of my drawers. With the garment loose at my waist it slipped down to pool whisper soft on top of the growing pile.

  Quinn stood to his full height while Porter remained on his knees.

  "We have ways to get you talk," Quinn prodded.

  I arched a brow almost saucily. "You can't get my chemise off with my arms up."

  Quinn's brow matched mine, but his grin was of triumph. With a quick tug of his hand, the narrow strap of my chemise ripped, causing the fabric to droop low and expose my left nipple. I gasped and tried to squirm. He shook his head as he reached up and tore the other strap as well. I felt the cool slide of the linen down my body.

  "Lord, woman, you are beautiful," Porter growled.

  I squirmed again, my modesty losing against their heated stares.

  "I've been imagining your body, how soft your skin would be, the heft of your breasts, the swell of your hip, the scent of you." Porter moved his face so that his breath fanned over the dark hair that covered my womanhood. "Here."

  "My...my scent?" I looked down my naked body at Porter, whose eyes were almost black now.

  With one calloused palm on my leg, he spread my feet apart and brushed the tip of his nose over my nether lips. "Your arousal. I want your scent on me, the taste of you on my tongue."

  "Taste?" My voice was breathy and full of confusion and desire. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me, and eager at the same time.

  "Taste," he repeated, just before he placed his palms high up on my inner thighs and used his thumbs to spread me open. He licked along the length of my woman's core.

  I jolted at the surprise contact and the handcuffs clanged against the iron bar. "Are you supposed to do that?"

  Quinn cupped one of my breasts in his palm, his thumb stroking back and forth over the very tight—and very sensitive—tip. "Hell yes, he's supposed to do that."

  "She's dripping wet," Porter murmured, his hot breath fanning my very heated, very swollen flesh.

  "And we've barely touched her," Quinn commented. "Interesting. So you're not as averse to our touch as you pretend to be."

  I couldn't keep my eyes open against their assault on my senses, for that is what it was. They weren't gentle; they weren't wooing and soothing a new bride out of her virginity. My body was being worked in such a way that pleasure was drowning me as if I fell into a fast moving river, the current so swift I could do nothing but let go and be taken away. I was going to give my virginity to them.

  Porter flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves I’d rubbed with the flats of my fingers, circling and swirling until I climaxed.

  When Porter slipped a finger into me to accompany the ministrations of his tongue, I couldn't help but clench down on it, wanting to pull it into me, to have it fill me up.

  "Her maidenhead's right there," Porter breathed across my overly sensitive pearl.

  "Is this how you wanted us to touch you?"

  I nodded my head; I couldn't deny them any longer.

  "Good girl," Quinn whispered. "Did you touch yourself like this?"

  I nodded again.

  "Did you make yourself come, angel?" Porter asked, curling his finger within me just right. "Just. Like. This?"

  "Yes!" I shouted, because he pushed me over the edge and I was lost, floating, sinking, and swirling from their attentions. My skin flushed hotly, then a sheen of perspiration broke out across my breasts and belly while my arousal slipped down my thighs.

  They continued to pluck and coax and pull my pleasure until it ebbed away. Only then did they take their hands from me and I felt bereft. Cold even. Porter stood. Both men's cheeks were ruddy and their eyes dark. Porter's mouth glistened and was slick. I realized it was from me. They were both completely dressed, Quinn still wearing his coat, while I didn't have a stitch on.

  "Are you going to let me down?" I asked. I didn't recognize my voice, for it was soft and breathy. My body was sated and relaxed and I was very pliant.

  "Are you going to give us the remainder of the answers we desire?" Quinn stripped off his coat and tossed it onto the ground.

  "If I don't?" I asked.

  "Did you like the pleasure we gave you?" Porter asked.

  I licked my lips and nodded, my core pulsing with continued pleasure. "Yes," I admitted. I hadn't been demure or ladylike as I climaxed, so lost to everything, it was ridiculous to lie.

  "Then we will deny you the opportunity to do that again," he answered.

  I narrowed my eyes, not pleased with his response.

  "Don't get all missish on us now," Quinn said. "You're a passionate woman and admitting you like—hell—want your men to touch you is incredible."

  "Let's start at the beginning, shall we?" Porter added.

  "You're going to leave me hanging like this?" I asked, wiggling my fingers and my hips.

  Both men nodded, so I sighed. "Very well."

  "Why didn't you come to us with your problems?" Porter asked. "Matthews is a bastard and we could have taken care of him easily enough."

  "I didn't think you'd believe me. He said he would tell the ladies at church how he'd taken me. Used me."

  "Angel, we'd have wanted you no matter what."

  My mouth fell open. "You would have married me even if I'd lain with another?"

  Porter shrugged. "Matthews wouldn't have gotten you beneath him voluntarily. If he'd taken you by force, then yes."

  I frowned. "Why?"

  Quinn lazily circled a finger around my nipple and they watched as my nipple tightened. "So responsive," he murmured. "Because your nipple wouldn't tighten like that for him. Your pussy wouldn't be dripping for him. He might have taken your maidenhead, but he wouldn't have truly taken you."

  Their answer made me feel small and selfish. I'd thought little of their honor. Instead, I'd remained alone and isolated myself. "I shouldn't have doubted you," I replied. "I...I should have come to you."

  "As Porter said, Matthews won't be bothering you further, and any rumors he spread should have been squelched by now," Quinn said. "One last question and then we'll let you down. You did not seem surprised when you came. That means you've come before. By your own hand?"

  I glanced away. Porter took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him. "Yes," I answered.

  "As Quinn said, you're such a good girl." I reveled in his praise as he reached up and lifted the handcuffs off the hook. Each man took a shoulder and rubbed the tension from it, tending to me carefully and gently. "I love knowing you touched and played with your pussy."

  I frowned as Quinn pulled the key from his pocket and undid the locks. "You're not mad that I did something so tawdry?"

  "Of course not," Quinn said, the metal releasing and he caught it in his hand. "It's not tawdry. It's...hot as hell."

  "The only way you could make us mad is to run off again," Porter commented, his hand stroking up and down my arm.

  "I won't because—"

  He put a finger over my lips. "You won't because we'll put the handcuffs back on you again, the next time locking your wrist to one of ours."

  "We are pleased with your answers, with your honesty," Quinn said. He picked up his coat and tossed it onto the cot in the corner of the small cell. The size of it covered almost the entire surface. "Lay down and spread your legs. We're going to watch as you make yourself come."

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Christmas Eve

  "I will tell the town biddies that you cornered me in the coat closet at the fall harvest da
nce," Mr. Matthews warned. "You were eager for me, eager enough to lift your skirts so I could claim you. Who could blame me if you are a harlot and gave yourself to me?"

  "No one will believe you," I countered, struggling to break free of his tight hold. The owner of the mercantile had gone into the back to retrieve some bullets for Mr. Matthews and we were left alone.

  The man leered at me, completely unconcerned by my words. "They will if I change the story that has you coming to my house, spending the night in my bedroom, then stealing money from my dresser before you leave. You'll paint yourself a prostitute then, taking money for sex. Everyone knows you need it."

  In that moment, I wasn't sure if he were referring to the money or my secret need to touch myself.

  ***

  I froze, stunned. "What? I can't do that!"

  The men steered me into the cell, hands upon my bare shoulders. "You just said you had in the past," Porter countered.

  "Yes, but that was in my room in the dark, and I was alone." I glanced over my shoulder at them, and then turned to face them when I saw how stalwart they were.

  Quinn crossed his arms over his chest. "You're not alone anymore, and when you touch yourself, it won't be by yourself. Your pussy's ours, which means your pleasure belongs to us."

  "Perhaps she'd feel better if we took off our clothes, too," Porter told Quinn as he toed off his boots.

  He nodded. "Good idea."

  Before my eyes, the men stripped. Unlike me, they were clearly unconcerned about modesty. Even now, I desperately wanted to cover my breasts and my...pussy. When they stood before me completely naked—their broad shoulders, chiseled stomach, narrow hips and long, muscular legs revealed—my mouth fell open and I stared. Blatantly. Neither man hid any part of himself, but that would have been impossible, for their manhoods stood thick and long and outward.

  "By the look on your face, I can only assume you've never seen a cock before," Quinn said as he gripped his...cock at the base and started sliding up and down the length. It was a reddish plum color and there was a broad, club-like head to it. As his hand stroked up to cover it, a drop of clear liquid seeped from the hole at the center. He smeared it over the smooth flesh as he continued to pump his hand.

  I'd never even seen a man without a shirt, so their brawny physiques were awe inspiring. But their cocks...oh!

  When Porter did the same with his own cock, gripping the length of it and working it, I noticed his jaw clench and his heavy lidded eyes drift over my body. Both men were clearly, blatantly aroused, and I realized it was my body that made them that way. It made me feel powerful and very feminine. I hadn't imagined I could attract the attention of even one man, but I'd obviously been wrong.

  "Angel, seeing your body, touching you— hell, the taste of you is still on my tongue—has us so hard we could pound nails with our cocks." Porter spoke as he stroked his cock.

  "There's no shame in showing us how you pleasure yourself," Quinn added. He indicated in my direction with a tilt of his chin. "Please."

  It wasn't begging, but it was fairly close. Had I reduced these men to consider only their most basic needs? Yes.

  I climbed onto the lumpy mattress and laid back on Quinn's coat, for I truly did want to please them. As the men avidly watched, I bent my knees and spread my legs. I felt the lips of my sex part. The air, while warm, was cool against my heated and slick flesh. A sound rumbled out of Quinn's chest. "Touch yourself, Allison. I won't be able to wait much longer."

  I lowered my hand down my body, over the slight curve of my belly, through the silky hair and over that spot, that little nubbin of nerves that had my heels pressing into the soft wool of Quinn's coat. My lids lowered.

  "Keep your eyes on Quinn, angel," Porter said as he came over to my side and squatted down. Before I knew what he was doing, he'd lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth and the feel of it shot straight down to the spot beneath my fingers. I gasped at the shock of it. I'd never played with my breasts, never knew my nipples were sensitive, or even that a man would want to put his mouth there. With Porter's tongue circling and flicking the now hardened tip, I would not question it again.

  "Rub your clit," Quinn commanded, stepping closer but continuing to stroke his cock. I flattened my fingers over my clit—I'd never known what it was called before—in small circles and the pleasure only intensified. For some reason, the nipple not in Porter's mouth became achy and desperate for his touch. Perhaps the man was a mind reader, for he covered that breast with his roughened palm and stroked it to give it the attention it desperately wanted.

  "Yes!" I cried, having no idea how much better it would be.

  Porter nudged my hand away with a growl. "Enough. I can't wait any longer. Two years is too long to wait to make you ours." Swiftly, he moved so that one knee was between my spread thighs, the other foot on the floor as he lowered himself to his forearms he placed on either side of my head. The cot was narrow, but it was enough.

  I felt the wide crest of his cock nudge my inner thigh and then higher, sliding through my wetness. "You're so big, Porter. I don't think...will it fit?"

  He turned his head to look at me, his eyes dark and stormy and his jaw was clenched tightly. "I'll fit. It might hurt this very first time because of your maidenhead, but never again. Only pleasure."

  I glanced over Porter's shoulder at Quinn. He nodded in agreement.

  Reaching down, Porter took hold of his cock and lined himself up, notching the tip of his cock at my entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward and I felt my folds spread around his cock, then he was working his way inside of me a little at a time. Wider and wider I opened and I winced at the slight burn at being stretched. When he nudged against my maidenhead I winced again, but he didn't give me time to consider the level of pain his entry would involve, for he plunged deep on a groan, filling me to the brink. His hips pinned mine to the mattress and I couldn't move even if I wished. The pain had been brief, but it was gone.

  His cock was so deep inside of me I didn't know where he stopped and I began. My breath came out in little pants, hot against the skin of his neck. Porter stroked my hair back from my face—when had it come loose?—and looked at me with concerned eyes. "All right?"

  I was all right, but that wasn't enough. "This is it?" I asked.

  His grin blinded me. "We've only begun." His cock slowly retreated and places inside me came to life with a burst of pleasure so intense I arched my back.

  "Jesus, she's so tight. She's clenching down so hard."

  I heard Quinn's growl. "I can't wait for my turn."

  Porter began to move within me, in and out, pulling back to the point where just the petals of my sex held him in place, then back in so he bumped my womb. I couldn't lay still; I found a rhythm where my hips moved to take him deeper, and when he did so, he somehow grazed against my clit. The combination had my head thrashing on Quinn's coat and I couldn't catch my breath. I'd come before, many times, but never, never like this. "I'm going to come!" I cried, just before I screamed. I couldn't help it, for the release was too great to hold back. My body tensed and I could do nothing but relish the way Porter worked me, his cock stroking places deep inside, over and over, that had my pleasure continuing unabated. Even though the men had said I wasn't to touch myself alone anymore, why would I want to when this was the alternative?

  As I was slowly returning to myself, I could actually feel Porter's cock thickening within me just before he groaned and buried himself in me to the hilt. I felt hot spurts deep inside and knew he'd had his own release. His hot breath fanned my neck. I'd reduced this man to need and need alone.

  When he lifted himself from me, I realized that our bellies were slick with sweat, our skin almost clinging together. Carefully, he pulled from my body and I could feel a torrent of wetness seep from me. It was nothing like when I'd played with myself alone so I reached down and touched between my legs, worried.

  It was hot and thick and coated my pussy and my inner thighs. "My seed,
angel," Porter answered for me. "I've given you my seed."

  "My turn," Quinn growled.

  Porter scooped me up into his arms as Quinn sat down on the bed, his back against the wall, his feet on the floor. Lowering me down, Porter set me so that my knees straddled Quinn's legs with his turgid cock directly below me. He didn't give me a chance to question this new position, for one hand circled about my waist as he pulled me close for his mouth to circle over a nipple. He wasn't as gentle as Porter, his suckling on the tight flesh more urgent, more intense. His hold was the same way, as if he'd been holding on by a thread for so long and it had snapped.

  "Ride me, Allison,” Quinn said. “Lower yourself down onto my cock," he added when I frowned. With one hand, he held the base of his cock as I bent my knees and lowered myself slowly until the flared head nudged my sex. I was very slick, coated with a combination of Porter's seed and my essence, so his entry was very easy. There was no pain as there had been with Porter and this angle was so much more direct and he filled me to the brink, and then some.

  With a hand on my hip, Quinn guided me to lean back just a fraction and I was able to slide down the remainder of the way, seating him fully. A groan rumbled from his chest just before he kissed me. This was the first time he'd put his mouth to mine and it was not chaste. His tongue prodded my lips and I opened for him. He plundered, ravaged...claimed. Without lifting his head, he used his hands to lift and lower me, using my body to stroke his cock just as he'd done himself. Now, though, it was my inner walls that clenched and worked him. It wasn't long before I took over and his hands dropped to my thighs, one hand sliding between and his thumb stroked over my clit.

  Gasping into his mouth, I moved faster and faster. I wanted to come again, was desperate, frantic even. I needed to come. I broke the kiss and my head tilted back. "It's too much," I moaned.

  "Never," Quinn replied.