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  Connor moved back around behind me and I felt his fingers over my flesh, his forearm against my bottom. Dash's hand—palm up—stroked me from the front. Combined, they touched me everywhere. The seam of my womanhood was stroked, then parted, and a finger—I didn't know whose—found that place, my clit, that throbbed and pulsed and made me buck up higher on my knees. It flicked and then circled that spot until a second finger joined, squeezing then pinching that sensitive bundle of flesh. As this was happening, another finger circled my opening, and then dipped inside. I couldn't remain silent; it was truly impossible.

  "Oh dear Lord," I whispered.

  My hips moved of their own volition and I felt a sheen of sweat mist my skin. Nothing mattered except the feelings they were working from my body. Nothing existed but my pussy and what Connor and Dash were doing to it.

  The pleasure built and built and I became frantic. I didn't know when I put my hands on Dash's shoulders, but I held on, digging in to the hard muscle. The finger inside me began to move, out and then in, again and again.

  "Ah, there's her maidenhead. It's nae verra deep."

  Neither hand stopped its ministrations and I didn't think much of what Connor had said.

  "Break it," Dash replied. "I dinna want to see pain on her face when she sinks down on my cock."

  The finger on my clit began to circle faster.

  "A small bit of pain, lass, then nay more."

  "What? I—ah!" I cried out Connor's finger slid all the way into me. I felt my maidenhead tear and their words made sense. My hips stilled as I was filled so deeply with Connor's finger. While I didn't move, his finger didn't stop, sliding in and out, and then one was replaced by two, stretching me wide.

  It had hurt, but briefly, nothing more really than a pinch. The feeling of his two fingers deep inside me though was not exactly comfortable.

  "She's so bloody tight," Connor growled.

  Tight. That was the word. My muscles were not accustomed to being parted and opened as they were, but it did not matter, nothing mattered, when Dash did something different to my clit.

  "Oh!"

  Dash grinned wickedly. "Dinna fear the rush of feelings, sweetheart. Let us take ye over. We won't let anything happen to ye."

  He was almost crooning to me as the two men worked my pussy in a way that made me frantic; my eyes squeezed shut, my face pinched in desperation, a need inside me was so great I could barely stand it. "I...I don't know how. What is...? Dash, please!"

  Both men must have sensed my frustration, for the two fingers inside me curled and ran over the inner wall of my womanhood, brushing against some place, some sensitive spot that had my eyes popping open, my breath catching in my throat. The pleasure overtook me as I looked at Dash in surprise. It was like the fireworks I'd seen at a ball in London, hot and bright and full of spark. It overtook me, and I could hear my ragged breathing, feel my body rock and shift on their agile fingers. They continued to stroke and circle until the last hints of the pleasure eased away, leaving me wilted and so blissfully sated.

  "What...what was that?" I asked, licking my dry lips.

  "You came, and quite beautifully." Dash gripped my hips securely and began lowering me down onto his cock as he continued to speak. I felt my slick essence that had coated his fingers on my hip. "Connor broke yer maidenhead so I'll slide right in."

  Carefully, Connor's fingers slipped from me and the hands on my hips lifted me, pulling me forward, then lowering me back down until I felt something large and blunt notch perfectly against my entrance.

  Connor moved before me and held up his two fingers that had been inside me. They were glistening and wet, although a tinge of red coated them as well. I recognized it as my virgin blood. I could feel my walls stretching, widening as that broad head pushed in.

  "You're too big," I told Dash, breathing hard.

  Dash shook his head. "Nay, lass. I'll fit. Remember the place that Connor touched inside ye, the place that made ye scream?"

  I would have flushed with embarrassment, but I couldn't, for I never actually lost the eagerness, the pleasure that took away my inhibitions.

  "My cock's going to nudge that spot." He lifted and lowered me, taking his cock deeper and deeper each time. And when he did nudge that place, my eyes flared wide and I pushed my hips down on my own. He slid in almost all the way and Dash hissed out a breath as I groaned. I was so full, so stretched.

  "Lean back, sweetheart," Dash growled. I did as he bid and he easily slipped the rest of the way into me so I sat fully upon his lap. I could feel the fabric of his pants against the backs of my thighs. He'd only undone his pants while I was completely naked.

  Connor's hands came around from behind and cupped my breasts, fingers rubbing over the nipples.

  "Ride me, Rebecca," Dash instructed.

  "How?" I asked.

  "Take me for a trot. Up and down ye go."

  I thought of the slow pace set by a horse and came up onto my knees, his cock sliding out easily, the broad head catching just on the inside of me. Lowering down, he slid back in.

  "Oh," I cried.

  "Aye. Oh," Dash repeated. "A trot, sweetheart."

  I began to move then, slowly going up and down, feeling every inch of his cock and I loved how it scraped and rubbed over each blissful inch inside of me. There was no pain, only pleasure.

  "Now a canter."

  As I began to lift and lower myself a little faster, Connor kept hold of my breasts, cupping and supporting them, as they would have bounced otherwise. The pleasure built again and I felt Dash's shirt become slick beneath my palms. I was just as heated, just as needy as when they'd used their fingers on me. Soon a canter wasn't enough and I began to move faster, to rock forward and rub myself, my clit against his body.

  "Gallop," he ordered, his voice louder, rougher.

  My body did not need the instruction for it instinctively sped up, desperate to reach the same pinnacle as before.

  "Come, sweetheart, come all over my cock."

  At his words, I did as he bid. I didn't know if it was because he was allowing me to feel the pleasure or because I was there, right on the precipice, when he spoke. Perhaps it was both, but it didn't matter. As I came, I clenched down on his cock and this time, the feelings were even more intense. I loved being filled, the need to have Dash inside of me was so great, so hot, so...right. I screamed. I couldn't help it, for while Dash thrust his hips up into me, Connor pulled on my nipples, then gave them a painful pinch and it felt...so good.

  Dash's cock swelled within me, then as he stiffened, he groaned, his hands tight on my hips. Through blurry eyes, I could see he'd reached his own pleasure as well. I slumped forward, unable to hold myself upright, my cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt. I could hear his racing heart, feel his ragged breaths that surely matched mine.

  A hand stroked up and down the length of my spine and I felt kisses on my shoulder. "My turn, lass."

  Dash pushed me back to sitting upright, then slowly lifted me up so that I came off his cock. As he slipped free, a gush of hot liquid seeped from me. "Dinna be afraid, sweetheart. That is my seed and I assure ye, it will be quite copious." I glanced up at him and he grinned. "The sight of yer pussy with my seed is making me hard again."

  His cock, which had softened a little, was enlarging again before my eyes.

  "My turn next," Connor growled. "Put yer hands on the back of the chair behind Dash's shoulders."

  I did and I moved so my breasts were directly above Dash's face. Connor's hands grabbed my hips and pulled them back so that one breast lowered directly into Dash's open mouth.

  "Dinna move, lass. If we're going to use horse terms, I'm yer stallion and I'm going to fuck ye like a mare in heat."

  I didn't have a moment to question, for I felt Connor's cock at my entrance—my very slick entrance—and slid directly into me in one long, slow, easy stroke. I arched my back and he went in even further. "Ah, lass, tis heaven on earth. Ye may come again. I want
to feel ye strangle my cock when ye do."

  Dash bit down gently on my nipple and my inner walls clenched Connor's cock. "Do that again. I think she likes a little pain."

  "Oh?" Dash asked, right before biting me carefully.

  "Oh!" I repeated, but with a completely different tone.

  "Dinna stop, Dash, for she most definitely likes it."

  Connor, with a firm grip on my hips, began to take me in earnest. His hips moved like a piston, in and out in a consistent, determined pace. It was so completely different having a cock fill me from behind; he was able to plumb me so deeply, the slap of his hips against my bottom was almost rough. It was easy to come this time. I was clearly warmed up to it and I knew exactly what the pleasure felt like...and I wanted it. Oh, I wanted it so very much.

  This time, though, it wasn't wrought from their being gentle, but quite the opposite. The slight bite of pain, of being taken roughly had me coming, my inner walls clenching down on Connor's cock. Connor continued to fuck me through my pleasure, his pace increasing further until the slick, wet sounds of fucking filled the air. The scent of it swirled around us.

  "Sweet Jesus," Connor groaned as I felt his seed fill me. It was hot and pulsing and I felt it warm my core.

  Dash released my nipple with a loud pop and sat back, his head resting against the cushion. My hands were tight on the back of the chair and as Connor pulled free, I still didn't let go.

  "Ah, lass, tis the perfect sight, just as Dash said. Yer pussy's all red and beautifully swollen, all coated in our seed." His hand cupped my pussy from behind and I hissed out a breath. While it felt good, I was sore and felt well used. Gently, his palm moved, smoothing the seed over my hot flesh. He slipped his fingers backward and ran over my back entrance. It was that touch, that dark, carnal touch that had me releasing my grip and coming up on my knees.

  "Connor!"

  "We'll have ye here, lass." He kissed my damp shoulder as he brushed a damp finger over my tight pucker. "We'll take ye together, yer two husbands fucking ye. Soon, but for now, we've worn ye out."

  His hand moved away and he lifted me up in his arms. Dash stood and followed as Connor carried me down the hall to the bedroom. "Sleep and then we'll fuck ye again."

  CHAPTER FIVE

  DASH

  Rebecca was asleep in my bed. Her hair, so straight and dark, fanned out across my pillow and I knew I'd never be able to get the scent of her from that pillow—or my mind—ever again. She was all that we'd wanted, and more. We slipped from the room and Connor pulled on the pants he'd left on the floor of the parlor. In the kitchen, I put the coffee pot on the stove, and then stoked the embers back to life. Connor brought wood in from the back porch and handed a piece to me to add to the fire.

  "She's remarkable," he said, leaning against the door. While it was warm now, the sun was setting earlier and earlier and the evenings were cool. The crisp air that signaled the first signs of winter was upon us. "Despite her upbringing."

  I stood and found some mugs. "Her da sounds like an arsehole, leaving her at boarding school from the age of six. And what kind of fuck-all place did he send her to?"

  "Montgomery must nae have known of where she was sent, or known of what the man would do," he countered.

  "They had nay the same father, so he must nae known of the bastard's cruelty. Montgomery wouldna have left her in a place that beat her. Thank Christ he got to her before that Earl did. Perhaps bringing her here was the only way he knew to save her."

  I shrugged at my own words, for the person who had the answers was dead.

  I grabbed a cloth, picked up the pot and poured the coffee into the mugs. Connor took his and we went out onto the porch. The Bridgewater ranch spread out before us as far as the eye could see. "Think she'll be happy here? She's nay like Ann, Emma, Laurel or even Olivia. She's nay from the Territory. Hell, she's more British than Rhys."

  Connor grinned, blew on his coffee, then took a sip. "She's verra responsive."

  My cock stirred as I thought of her, the look on her face, the feel of her pussy clenching down on my cock as she came. "She's prim through and through, until she gets a cock in her."

  "Aye, so we'll fuck the prim right out of her."

  I wasn't so sure 'twould be that easy, nor that I wanted to entirely. "Over a decade of beating modesty, decorum and the appropriate behavior of a true Victorian bride into her will nay be easy to eliminate. We saw how she fought it."

  Connor shook his head. "Nay, tis true, but it will be enjoyable for all of us. I dinna think we can handle her with kid gloves. She will need a firmer stance from her men."

  I knew what he meant. Rebecca responded to a hint of pain, to aggression and to mild commands, and during her first fucking. "To bring her about, we may need more...unconventional approaches. Agreed?"

  Connor nodded. "Aye."

  ***

  An hour later, I heard the lid of Rebecca's trunk open. I came in off the porch and found her in the entry wrapped in the sheet from my bed. She had her hair down. She was quite the sight laying there naked beneath my bedding—nothing like the staid woman who'd arrived before the noon meal.

  "Have a good rest?" I asked.

  She spun on her bare foot at my voice. Her cheeks flushed prettily at being caught. "Yes, I...I was going to put on some clothes."

  I shook my head slowly. "Connor took the horses to the stable but should be back shortly. I know he willna like to see ye dressed again."

  Her eyes widened. "Do you expect me to remain in only a sheet?"

  I took a step toward her, took hold of the long swath and tugged it from her body. She squeaked in surprise and covered herself, although her lush bounty was too much for her hands to hide. She must have removed the stockings after awakening for her long legs were bare. I was used to women who used their sexuality to get what they wanted. We were nae poor men. Bridgewater was well known to be prosperous. It wasna just the ladies at Rose's brothel who were bold and forward, grasping my cock as if it were a key to a bank vault. Forward lasses from town had almost caught me in a compromising position a time or two.

  Rebecca, however, was from a family that did nae seek fortune, for they had their own. She was nae eager to claim my body, quite the opposite in fact. She hadna even claimed me—her brother had for her. So it was refreshing to know Rebecca's feminine wiles were unaffected. It made my cock stir at the innocence of her.

  "Nay. We expect ye to be naked."

  "Naked?" she repeated. "I can't go around the house naked."

  "Of course, ye can. Tis only the three of us."

  "Someone could come by again like Mr. Quinn; there are quite a few of you on the ranch. There are windows everywhere. The other trunk may be delivered."

  "Quinn said Mr. Arnold will deliver it tomorrow," I said. I doubted the man would bring it today if he told Quinn otherwise, for it was important for his business to keep to his word.

  "It's immodest!"

  "Nay. Tis our bidding and as for modesty, we are your husbands and there is no modesty between us."

  "My breasts," she began, then glanced away and bit her lip.

  "Aye?" I asked. I could tell her words were important to her so I waited patiently for her to continue.

  "They are very large and...heavy."

  I glanced at her breasts and agreed. They were palest of color, lush and teardrop shaped, her nipples large and, for now, plump and with lovely pointed tips. I remembered the feel of them against my tongue, their taste.

  "I must wear a corset...for comfort."

  While I wanted her naked so I could look upon her perfect body, her needs came first. "Verra well. Bring me a corset and I will assist ye into it."

  Relief had the tenseness escape her shoulders as she turned and found a corset, a crisp white with lace trim along the edges. I took it from her as she turned her back to me. As I slid her long hair over one shoulder, I kissed the skin there as I eyed the long expanse of her neck and back, the line of her spine and the full curve
of her arse.

  Continuing to kiss her along her nape, I wrapped the corset around her front and after some adjusting on her part, tucked her breasts within comfortably. Lifting my head, I did up the laces. "I willna tighten this one as your chaperone did this morning. Tis nae healthy."

  "But I need a narrow waist," she countered.

  I pulled on the laces, tightening them from bottom to top. "Nay. Yer waist is perfect." The fit was snug, but nay tight as I did up the ribbons at the top. "And breathing is healthy."

  "Hello!" Connor called from the kitchen.

  "In here," I replied. I heard his footfall on the wood floor before he joined us in the entry. Rebecca's trunk would move to my room later, but for now, it was better that her clothes were nae easily accessible, for I had been truthful in my words; we didna intend for her to wear them, at least today. It took some coaxing to get her unclothed the first time and I didna wish to go through that process again.

  Connor smiled at Rebecca and went directly to her, cupped the sides of her face and kissed her soundly. When he released her, her cheeks held a pretty flush.

  "Coming home and having my wife naked and available with such sweet kisses, tis a fine thing." Running his finger over the luscious swell of her breasts and the delicate scalloped lace of her corset, he asked, "What's this?"

  "Tis uncomfortable for her breasts to be unbound, therefore I'm letting her wear her corset," I told Connor.

  "Aye. I must kiss ye again lass, for I have a craving for the taste of ye." He lowered his head and kissed her again. This was nae a simple kiss like they shared at the altar. This was carnal. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he cupped the side of her face once again so he could angle her head to his liking. This was a sign of possession. He stepped back and Rebecca's eyes fluttered open, although were blurry with newfound desire.