Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) Page 4

  "You will marry us, Sarah. Now."

  "You can't marry me just because I'm ruined. You don't want me! You spanked me and...and you don't even know me!"

  The sheriff's eyebrow went up in surprise, but he remained quiet.

  "We know enough. And want you? Trust me, baby, once the vows have been said and the sheriff's on his way back to town, we'll show you just how much we want you." Tagg squatted down in front of me so I was forced to look at him. Hear him.

  "I did spank you, and I'll probably do it again," Garrett said. I looked over my shoulder at him. "I spanked you because you belong to us, even from the first moment we saw you. You were alone on the side of the river and wouldn't tell us why. We didn't know why you'd run away, if someone had been cruel to you or hurt you. It's our job to keep you safe and when you don't let us do that, you'll be punished. I don't just go around spanking women. I want you so much that I spanked you, Sarah."

  In the most perverse, illogical way, Garrett's words made sense. My father had ignored me for years, offered little to no guidance in my upbringing. If it hadn't been for Devney, I'd probably be illiterate. The loneliness of the ranch, being forced into isolation like I had, made me feel unwanted. My father hadn't thought about anyone but himself. I'd been stuck for years without friends or even a parent who truly loved me, all because he wanted to keep his relationship with another man a secret.

  But in less than a day, Garrett and Tagg had helped me, cared for me, even disciplined me because they considered me theirs. They were thinking of me. They were doing what was best for me. And ridiculously enough, Garrett had spanked me because he was trying to protect me.

  And that was why I stood up looked the sheriff in the eye and said, "Please begin."

  GARRETT

  Although only I would be legally wed to Sarah, Ian went through the ceremony asking both Tagg and me to say the vows. It was important to both of us for her to know that she was ours. Not mine, not his, ours. When my lips touched hers for the first time at the end of the short ceremony, I knew. She was the one.

  Her lips were warm and soft, but tentative. Clearly she had not been kissed before. I grinned down at her and watched as my brother spun our bride around and kissed her as well.

  "My work here is done. Garrett, Taggart, congratulations," Ian said as he slapped me on the shoulder, grinning. "Sarah, you're in good hands, or I wouldn't have performed the ceremony."

  "Thank you for riding out here after a hectic day," I told him.

  When I'd found Ian in town, he had just returned to the jail from Doc's office where Devney and Sam Bridger had been wed. He didn't elaborate, but it was clear that Devney had been truly claimed directly after the union. Learning that Sarah had been found had made his job easier; he didn't have to continue to track a wayward woman across eastern Montana.

  "Glad everything came to an amicable and pleasing conclusion," Ian replied. "Ma'am." He doffed his hat and tipped it toward our bride, then left, the screen door slapping shut behind him.

  In his wake, the air was still, the sun low in the sky filling the kitchen with soft beams of yellow and orange light. On the porch, a cricket could be heard singing. But that was outside. In the room between us, Sarah stood so small and delicate, with the quilt held snug about her like a shield. Her hair curled and went down her back. Right now she was fearful; she wouldn't meet either of our eyes, and that was not a sight I liked to see. I never wanted her to cower to either of us; I rather enjoyed her spit and vinegar. Was there a way to ease the fears of a virgin on her wedding night?

  Tagg pulled back a chair and sat down, held out his arms. "Come here, baby."

  Sarah turned her head and looked at him, unsure, then went into his arms. He lowered her gently onto his lap and just held her, running a hand up and down her quilt covered back.

  I watched as Tagg comforted her, soothed her, which seemed to be exactly what she needed. Relieved, I pulled a second chair out and positioned it so I sat directly in front of them, close enough that I stroked a hand over her leg.

  "Scared?" I asked, my voice low.

  She shook her head. "This...everything...has happened so fast. I...I don't know what to do."

  "You don't have to know. We do."

  "But--"

  Tagg put two fingers over her lips. "Right now I want to kiss you."

  I watched as Sarah's eyes slid shut as Tagg kissed her, his lips brushing over hers. He tilted her back in his arms so he could deepen the kiss. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, I heard her moan and her hand came up to clench Tagg's arm. It was the most erotic sight. This woman, sitting in my brother's lap, was our wife. I needed to touch her, to feel how soft I'd imagined her skin to be. Peeling back the bottom of the quilt, I skimmed my fingers over her smooth calf to her knee. She stiffened in surprise, but kept kissing Tagg. Once she settled again, my hand moved up her thigh, finding the thin edge of her shift. As I did so, Tagg pulled the quilt from her grip, letting it fall open, part of it still trapped between them. I watched her shift slide up her body as it caught on my hand. When my fingertips brushed her belly and dipped inward to touch the curls that covered her pussy, she broke the kiss and looked at me. Her lust filled eyes were a deep, dark green, half lidded and unfocused.

  I gave her a small smile but kept my hand where it was. Tagg turned her so she faced me, her back to his front. The quilt was beneath her and bunched behind her lower back. One thin strap of her chemise dangled off her shoulder.

  "My turn," I said and knelt on the floor, spreading her thighs with my palms.

  I left them in place as I kissed her. I didn't start tender or gentle, but slid my tongue in to taste her. Sweet like honey. Her lips were soft and supple, her tongue tentative, which made this simple act even more erotic. As I worked her mouth, my tongue dipping in then retreating like my cock would in her pussy soon enough, I slid my palms up her thighs as Tagg widened his stance, which opened Sarah's legs even further.

  The tips of my fingers brushed ever so lightly over her pussy. The hair there so silky soft, her flesh hot and wet, she gasped and pulled away from my kiss. "Garrett," she cried out, her voice throaty and breathy.

  "What, baby?" I hadn't moved my hands at all, but kept them just barely touching her.

  She tried to close her legs, but Tagg wouldn't let her. Neither would I, using my forearms to keep her spread wide. Tagg reached down for the edge of her shift, tugging it up to her hips before lifting it up so it gathered at her waist.

  "Does it feel good when we touch you?" I asked, holding her gaze. Her lips were red and swollen, damp from my kisses.

  "Yes, but--"

  "Lift your arms, Sarah," Tagg whispered in her ear. He nipped the lobe and she dropped her head to the side to give him better access. As he licked and nibbled at her nape, he worked the shift up her torso and she lifted her arms without thinking. He was able to get the shift over her head and tossed onto the floor before she realized what had happened.

  "You're so beautiful," I murmured, looking at her completely bare for the first time.

  The hair on her mound was such a fiery red, and I could see just a hint of her pink pussy lips peeking out, spread wide as she was. Her belly was flat and her hip bones were visible.

  Before she could cover herself, Tagg ran his hands over her ribs and cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling the tips that tightened as we watched.

  She cried out and dropped her head back on Tagg's shoulder when he tugged the tips between his fingers. For one so petite, she was quite voluptuous, her breasts not quite a handful. As Tagg continued to play with her nipples, I tucked my fingers between her legs to stroke over her pussy, to learn her shape, her folds, and to find her clit.

  "Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they Sarah?" Tagg murmured, continuing his ministrations.

  "Her pussy is dripping wet, brother. I can see her clit, hard and very eager," I added.

  "I love the color of her hair, from the top of her head to her open pussy."

>   "I bet she tastes so sweet."

  "Do you want to come for us, baby?"

  "Oh, she's so tight, Tagg," I said when I slipped one finger into her.

  With each word, with each caress of our hands, with each nip at her neck, Sarah became more aroused. It was obvious to us from the scent of it, how wet she was, how tight her nipples were, the way she shifted her hips.

  "I shouldn't...I can't...no, please," she breathed, her head thrashing against Tagg's shoulder. "This isn't right!"

  "Sarah, look at me. Come on, open your eyes," I commanded, even as I kept one finger inside her and Tagg continued to tug at her nipples. We wanted to overwhelm her, to push her to the point where she was not thinking, just feeling.

  Slowly, she blinked her eyes open and her emerald gaze met mine.

  "Good girl. Does having our hands on you feel good?"

  She nodded, her hair falling forward over Tagg's hand on her breast. "Yes, but you shouldn't be doing this, touching me this way."

  "This is how a husband touches his wife. This is how we are going to touch you. And more. It's not wrong."

  Her eyes flared. "It is!"

  Very deliberately, I curved my finger inside her to bump against a spot that had her leg muscles clenching, her hands tightening on Tagg's thighs and she lifted herself up onto her toes. She cried out and her eyes fell closed from the sheer pleasure of that one delicious spot.

  "Your body knows the truth, Sarah. It wants us. Needs us to make it feel good."

  "Do you want to come, baby?" Tagg murmured, brushing his fingertips over her nipples in a teasing way.

  "I don't...I don't know what you mean." Her hips shifted restlessly on Tagg's lap. He groaned against her neck because of her frantic movements.

  "We know what you need. We'll take care of you," I said, starting to move my finger in and out. The thumb of my other hand found her hard nub and started to move in circles. As I added a second finger to fill her pussy, she cried out, her hips rotating in small circles. She was all but riding my hand. Tagg continued to pluck and pull at her nipples as he whispered dark, carnal things in her ear.

  “Feel Garrett's fingers working your pussy. Soon that will be my cock. I'm going to take your maidenhead and make you all nice and slick for Garrett's turn. I can see your clit, so hard beneath his thumb. And your nipples, like raspberries in the summer. I can't wait to taste all of you.”

  I felt her inner muscles start to ripple around my fingers, signaling her orgasm. "That's it, baby. Come for us."

  All at once she tensed, as if frozen in place, her back arched, thrusting her breasts into Tagg's palms as she screamed. Her body milked my fingers, pulling them in until I could feel her maidenhead pressed against the tips. She was wet, soaking my hand as I continued to finger fuck her.

  "So beautiful, baby."

  When her pleasure finally ebbed, I slowly withdrew my fingers, lifted them up so Tagg could see the glistening wetness, before I licked them. She tasted so sweet, and my tastebuds all but begged for more. Her skin was coated with a sheen of perspiration. Tagg ran a hand over her head, brushing her damp hair back from her face, soothing her until she recovered.

  "It's time to claim our bride."

  CHAPTER FIVE

  SARAH

  I have no recollection of being carried upstairs, but when my senses returned, I was lying in the middle of a big bed with two men watching me, eager intent in their eyes. Tagg was undoing the buttons on his shirt and Garrett was naked--naked! - and touching that...thing...between his legs. Oh! It was so big and as he gripped it, moved his hand up and down the long length, it grew even more. That was supposed to go inside of me? Surely, that was not possible. Even as I had that thought, my inner muscles clenched in...anticipation and that spot, that place that Garrett rubbed with his thumb pulsed with renewed interest.

  "Ever seen a cock before, baby?" Tagg asked, the last of the buttons coming undone.

  My gaze raked over his body as he dropped the shirt to the floor, his broad chest now on display. I watched as he undid his belt, dropping his pants until he was as naked as his brother. I compared the two men. Garrett was fairer, the hair on his head almost white from the sun. He had a smattering of hair on his chest that was a few shades darker, and tapered to a narrow line below his navel and veered directly to his...oh! His hips were narrow and his legs, also covered with the darker hair, were solid and corded with tense muscle.

  Tagg was taller, leaner and darker - darker skin, darker hair, and a darker gaze on my body. Both men stared at my breasts and lower as they both gripped themselves, working their long lengths. Tagg dropped his hand and walked to the side of the bed so I could see him up close. Garrett mimicked his brother's actions, but on the other side. Oh my!

  "No," I whispered, finally answering Tagg's question, glancing from one to the other, intrigued and amazed by them both. Their...cocks were quite large, the flesh there ruddier than the rest of their bodies and almost angry in color. The nest of curls that Garrett's thrust from was fair while Tagg's was darker. Garrett was thicker with a broader tip, a similar build as the rest of him. Tagg's was longer, yet still overwhelming. I had no idea men had such things between their legs and I was able to see two of them. How did they expect this...mating to work? Did they expect to take turns?

  "You're special, Sarah. You get two cocks, all for yourself," Tagg said, his voice husky. He put one knee on the bed and it dipped. "Let's get you ready."

  "How?" I asked as he moved to kneel between my legs, nudging them open with his big hands. I pushed up on my elbows and tried to shift away, not wanting to be revealed to them in such an immodest way. "Tagg, please, no."

  Garrett moved close to the edge of the bed, took my hand and placed it on his cock. It jumped and pulsed beneath my fingers and the surface was surprisingly soft and hot to the touch. He hissed out a breath as I ran my fingers over him. Intrigued as I was by his...cock, I forgot to worry about Tagg, but was quickly prompted to his attentions when I felt a hot wet stroke against that place between my thighs.

  I looked down my body to see his head...there. "Tagg! You shouldn't--"

  He gave another gentle lick and I felt a finger slip into my channel. "I should. Work Garrett's cock while I get you ready."

  I turned my face to Garrett. His jaw was clenched tight as were his fists and his cock grew impossibly larger beneath my fingers. "I don't know...ah!"

  Tagg was doing something that made my body arch off the bed, the feeling, the pleasure of it so intense my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt Garrett's hand cover mine as he moved them up and down his length. I felt wetness against my palm and saw the tip of his cock oozing a steady stream of a clear liquid. "See what you do to me, Sarah?"

  I licked my lips, then my eyes slid shut for a moment because Tagg added as second finger to slip in and out of me. "Is it supposed to...do...that?"

  "Yes," Garrett breathed. "It shows how ready I am for your pussy. I'm going to fill you with my seed, baby. After Tagg. We're going to fill you right up."

  Tagg lifted his head, his chin glistening from...did I do that? "She's ready." Working his way up my body, Tagg planted his forearms on either side of my head and looked down at me with his blue eyes. Using a knee, he nudged my thigh wider and I felt him prodding at my entrance. "It's time to make you ours, baby. It might hurt a little when I take your maidenhead, but we'll make it better. I promise."

  Lowering his head, he kissed me, his tongue sweeping in to claim me. I tasted myself on him, sweet and a little musky, which made the kiss ever so carnal. Knowing he'd been...down there, and had done things to me with his mouth was so dark. The kiss was meant as a distraction because before I could reconsider, his cock was already starting to fill me. I could feel myself opening, stretching to accommodate him.

  I didn't even remember letting go of Garrett's cock when he said, "Look at me, baby." I turned my head toward his voice. He'd crouched down next to the bed so his face was close to mine. His pale eyes were lust-fil
led and focused solely on me. "I want to watch when Tagg fills you. He'll take your maidenhead, but I'll see your eyes when he does it."

  I kept my gaze on Garrett, almost mesmerized by his intensity. He was practically devouring me with a look as Tagg shifted his hips and slid in a little more. My eyes widened at the intrusion, winced when he started filling me too full, but I didn't look away from Garrett.

  "There it is, baby. My cock's hitting your barrier. Ah, you feel so good," Tagg crooned, then pushed through without any further preamble.

  The pain was sharp and bright and my eyes widened at the way Tagg filled me completely. I cried out at the unexpectedness of him being so deep inside. Something flared in Garrett's eyes at my claiming, even as I shifted my hips to adjust. Tagg didn't give me much pause to acclimate and started to pull back, then thrust deep, slowly yet insistently.

  "That was so beautiful, baby. Take him. Take everything Tagg is going to give you. Then it will be my turn," Garrett said. His hand reached between Tagg and me to run over my breast. On one deep thrust of Tagg's cock, Garrett pinched my nipple. Hard. I cried out and shut my eyes against the mix of pleasure and pain.

  They kept at me, pushing me, working my body in ways I never imagined. The pleasure I felt when they'd touched me in the kitchen had returned, this time even more intensely. "It's too much," I breathed, thrashing my head on the pillow. It was overwhelming. The need that I couldn't control, Tagg's intense claiming of my body, Garrett's strong presence and skill over my body. "I can't--"