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  "Up on your hands and knees, sweetheart." My voice was rough and dark. Mason helped her roll over and pulled her hips back. The plug was still deep within her and I could see a short length of it sticking out from her arse. I shifted so the head of my cock just brushed her lips. "Open up for me."

  Laurel's eyes, so green and a tad blurry from her pleasure, focused on my cock.

  "Open your mouth," I repeated. "Lick the head."

  "Why? Why are you doing this?" she asked. There was no heat to her words, just confusion as to how we could work her body in such a way.

  "To make you feel good," I told her. "Don't we make you feel good? Do you want to come again?"

  She nodded, the tip of her nose bumping my cock and I hissed out a breath. "You'll come from being played with and fucked in so many different ways. Not just our fingers on you. You'll come with something in your arse. You'll come with something in your mouth. Ultimately, you'll come with something in your pussy. Just trust us to always give you your pleasure. Good girl. Suck my cock and Mason will make you come again."

  He carefully fucked her with the plug once again and she groaned, Mason's free hand slipping through her folds. "She's so wet."

  Laurel groaned. I groaned, gripped the base of my cock in my hand. "Suck me off, sweetheart."

  "I...I don't know how."

  "Just put me in your mouth and lick me like a candy sucker. Trust me, you can't do it wrong." Just the idea of those luscious lips around me had me ready to come.

  Tentatively, she took me into her mouth, the hot, wet cavern so amazing I felt my balls draw up. It wasn't going to take much for me to finish. Just seeing her like this, full breasts swaying beneath her, hips wide and perfect for holding onto when fucking, the flare of her full arse, the plug sticking from it. Everything about her made me hot. Made me hard. Made me just...about...come.

  She took me to the back of her throat and she cried out in surprise at how I filled her. I groaned from just the vibration. I put my hand on the back of her head to guide her, to stroke over her silky hair so she knew I was pleased just as Mason fucked her arse with the narrow plug. I closed my eyes, gritted my teeth as she licked the underside of my dick. That was it. "I'm going to come, Laurel. Swallow it all."

  I pumped my hips forward as my cock swelled even more, filling her mouth as pulse after pulse of my seed filled her mouth. She made a soft sound of surprise and I watched her throat work as she swallowed it. Mason must have touched her clit because Laurel came, her mouth opening around my cock as she cried out her release. I pulled from her lips and let her savor the amazing feeling that was washing over her.

  Laurel dropped to her forearms, her head resting on the quilt. It was the perfect pose of submission and Mason growled deep in his throat. He was worked open the placket of his pants and pulled his cock free. We traded spots and I took over the enjoyment of playing with Laurel's arse. Mason had had all the fun so far, but then I'd come.

  "Up, sweetheart. It's Mason's turn to feel your sweet mouth." Mason helped her up and fed her his cock. She was a fast learner and knew what to expect. Two orgasms in quick succession also made her quite pliant and eager to please.

  "You're going to come one more time for me, sweetheart."

  Her pussy lips were red and swollen and dripping wet, her clit a hard pearl just begging to be touched again. And her arse! It was a stunning site. The ointment glistened around her back entrance, her body clenching down on the slim plug. It was beneficial I'd just come or I'd reject our earlier promise not to fill her pussy and fuck her. As Laurel moved on Mason's cock, I started to work the plug. This time, instead of letting it slide between the two broader curves, I pushed it in deeper so that the ball shape stretched her arse wide, then closed around it, taking both of them—the one at the very end and this second one—deep inside. Carefully, I pulled the round part so it popped out, and then pushed it back in. This caused her arse to stretch so much more than ever before, over and over again.

  Laurel froze in place, Mason's cock filling her mouth as she adjusted to this new assault. I grinned, thrilled by her response. She wasn't avoiding it and shifting her hips away. She groaned, a deep body sound of sheer pleasure. Mason began to move, fucking her slowly and carefully with his cock, allowing Laurel to remain still as I popped the round part of the plug in and out. In. Plop. Out. Plop.

  I didn't even have to touch her clit to make her come. She was so sensitive from her previous orgasms and the awakening of new feelings elicited from the plug in her arse that she came again. Mason was ready, more than ready and came at the same time. When he pulled his spent cock from her mouth, Laurel slumped down onto the bed. Carefully, I worked the plug completely free and watched her arse clench closed. She didn't move as I did so and realized she'd fallen asleep, so I shifted her up onto a pillow and beneath the covers.

  If this was what it was like when we played with her arse, I could only imagine how incredible it would be when we were both finally able to claim her together, her arse and pussy filled with our cocks simultaneously. It would be the ultimate claiming, the ultimate pleasure.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  LAUREL

  I awoke, for the second day in a row, in the arms of two men. It was early, the light through the window only the slightest hint of pink. The sun had yet to rise.

  "Sleep, sweetheart," Brody murmured, his voice deep.

  Mason—I was beginning to tell the men's touches apart—stroked a hand down my arm. I was warm and I felt safe and protected. I knew that nothing was going to harm me with these men surrounding me. They'd given me pleasure, perhaps in ways I never imagined, but it had been incredible. I doubted their every action when it came to touching my body, for I knew they were pushing me, teaching me carnal activities that I should consider unseemly. Now, though, after they gave me the most amazing orgasms after giving in to their demands on my body, I couldn't question them. They'd put a hard object in my back entrance! I'd objected, for the idea had been ludicrous. But when I came so hard, so intensely from the jangly, sharp feelings the plug had elicited, I couldn't question any longer. I craved.

  Soothed by their continued gentle attention and caring, I closed my eyes and did as Brody said. When I awoke again, I was alone in bed. Sitting up, I found my dress, the one I arrived in, laid out at the foot of the bed with my corset on top along with Ann's skirt and blouse. I readied myself for the day at the ewer and pitcher, tidied my hair in the mirror above it and tried to put on Ann's clothes. The waist was too snug on the skirt and not only were the sleeves too short on the blouse, but I could not button the front. Abandoning those options, I donned my own dress. The bodice was terribly ripped, half the buttons missing, but with the corset on securely, only my cleavage above the white material was visible. Pulling the two sides of the bodice together, I had the least amount of skin showing since I arrived.

  I found the men downstairs, the smell of coffee and bacon luring me to them. They were at the table eating when I entered and they stood. I gave them a small smile, but didn't know what to say. The last I remember from the night before was taking Mason's cock into my mouth. Brody had been playing with the plug in my...ass. I'd come for the third time and the pleasure was so intense, so sharp, it was like a knife piercing through my reserve.

  "We have a plate warming for you." Mason went to the stove and took a covered dish from the back corner and brought it to the table. "Coffee?"

  I sat and the men followed. "Yes, thank you."

  "Today we thought you might want to spend the day with Ann and Emma. They will be together at Ann's house and you can join them." Brody spoke as if I hadn't run out of the group dinner the night before.

  "Won't they be upset to see me?" I asked tentatively, taking a sip of my coffee.

  Both men frowned. "Why?" Brody asked. "You've done nothing wrong."

  "But last night—"

  Mason held up a hand halting my words. "Last night we did not recognize your true concerns until it was too late. It is
our fault, not yours. Although your dress needs mending, it is a better choice than my shirt, although I do find you wearing it quite appealing."

  "Perhaps you can wear our shirts here in the house?" Brody asked, one pale eyebrow raised.

  He looked so eager at the idea, like a schoolboy, and I couldn't help but smile. I remembered about how they made me feel so good, again and again. "Just for you?"

  "Just for us," Mason said and Brody nodded.

  They were so handsome when they grinned, pleased about something so simple as my clothing compromise. So thoughtful and...kind. It was a strange, unusual sensation to feel safe, happy even, with them.

  ***

  Andrew opened the door for us an hour later. I was once again in Mason's arms and I felt quite the invalid, although my coat had dried and I was able to wear that for warmth instead of a blanket. I held my boots in my hands.

  Ann met us at the door along with another woman who I assumed was Emma. She was quite the opposite of Ann, taller and with dark hair. Both of them smiled at me and I felt reassured.

  Brody held out Ann's borrowed blouse and skirt and the woman took them and set them on the banister leading upstairs, then took my coat and hung it on a peg by the door.

  "I'm afraid the fit was too small." I lifted my boots. "Perhaps you have some spare laces?"

  "Of course. In the kitchen. We will just fix your dress and it will be as good as new," Ann said very cheerfully, perhaps a little worried I might start to cry on her once again. "You have not yet met Emma. She has been very eager to make your acquaintance."

  Emma came up to me and hooked her arm through mine. "Come, let's let the men go about their day."

  I turned and looked back at Mason and Brody standing with Andrew. A smile was all I could offer as I was whisked away.

  In the kitchen, Ann took my boots and sat them by the back door next to another pair. "I should be civilized and offer you tea, but we are both coffee drinkers. Is that all right with you?"

  I nodded. Emma ran a hand over her belly. It wasn't overly prominent yet, but she would soon need to alter her dresses. "When will the baby come?" I asked.

  "Summer," Emma replied, smiling.

  "She never was sick in the mornings as I was, which makes me furious," Ann chided.

  Emma grinned and waggled her eyebrows. "You were as lusty as I."

  Ann blushed, but did not deny it. "Enjoy it now." She pouted and looked down at the sleeping baby in the cradle. "Your men won't touch you again for weeks and weeks. Perhaps not ever," she grumbled.

  "What? I've seen them touch you and you seemed quite pleased."

  Ann pursed her lips. "True, but they haven't fucked me since before the birth. I'm healed. Truly. Yet they insist on pleasing me in other ways."

  The way they spoke of what she did with her husbands so openly and easily surprised me.

  "Oh, I'm sorry, Laurel. You are not familiar with such ways," Ann replied.

  I shrugged and felt my cheeks heat, my virginity a hindrance in participating in the conversation.

  "Surely Mason and Brody have showed you some of what they will do with you?" Ann looked at me so hopefully. I was discovering she was quite the romantic.

  "All of the men at Bridgewater are lusty and those two certainly can't keep their hands off you. Your red hair is so pretty," Emma added.

  Lusty wouldn't begin to describe Mason and Brody. They were...dominant, possessive, potent, thoughtful, demanding, considerate. Kind.

  Both women looked at me expectantly. "You saw me last night, Ann, wearing just Mason's shirt. Obviously something has happened with them, but...I...I can't share." I was too mortified to even think about it, let alone share it with others.

  Emma's eyebrows rose and Ann told her the details, including my hasty retreat. "They are being very protective with you."

  The baby started to fuss so Ann picked him up, tucked him into her arm and opened her blouse for him to nurse, the boy's chubby hand patting her absently. She seemed quite adept at being a mother, even with the baby so young.

  Emma took a sip of her coffee. "Within the first hour of arriving at the ranch with Kane and Ian, Mason came to the bedroom door to announced dinner as they shaved my pussy and stretched my ass for the first time. I was completely naked and although he couldn't see what they were doing, he knew. For me, it was mortifying."

  My mouth fell open and a strange feeling washed over me. Mason had been a part of that, even only tangentially? He'd known what her husbands were doing to her? I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I pulled out a chair and sat down. Did that mean Mason was just using me to pass the time? To use for pleasure during a blizzard and that was all?

  Ann placed her hand over mine pulling me from my thoughts. "You look as if you want to scratch Emma's eyes out." That had me stirring from my jealous thoughts. That was what I was. Jealous. "Emma had no control over the situation, as you can imagine. Do not think poorly of Mason either. As you learned last night, the men have different ways. Honorable ways that perhaps go against how we were raised, the town, everyone, but honorable nonetheless. Perhaps even more so. Do not worry over Mason's devotion, for he will tend to only you."

  I frowned. "This word, tended, is used often around here."

  Ann shrugged. "That's because it's what our husbands do to us. They tend to our needs. Theirs as well, but ours always come first. Last night, my milk was overflowing and my men eased the discomfort, regardless of whether dinner was ready or we had guests." She smiled. "I've grown accustomed to orgasm when they drink from me. They've trained me to respond this way because they want me to feel pleasure from my body, from what they do to it."

  It made sense. "Aren't you embarrassed?"

  "At first I was, when we were just married. But I've learned that everything they do to me is for me. I might not like it, at least at first, but they know what is best, and they always pleasure me."

  I thought of how they'd filled my back entrance the night before. At first, I resisted, questioned their every action. But they'd done it for me, to make me feel good. I'd doubted, but they'd met their every vow, every promise of pleasure. Ann's words hit their mark and only eased my mind. It made me think that what Mason and Brody did with me was...normal.

  "Even in punishment. Or at least after," Emma added.

  "Punishment?" I asked, wary. What did they mean punishment?

  Both women nodded. "We are punished for indiscretions, but it's for our safety, for our own good."

  "They beat you? The teachers at school would smack our palms with rulers."

  Both women looked aghast. "They spank me," Emma replied. "It isn't a pleasurable experience...at first, but something about it always makes me wet."

  It was my turn to look stunned.

  "As I said, they always make us come...eventually." Ann grinned.

  I couldn't see how a spanking would bring about arousal, but I had to cede to their expert judgment on it.

  Emma lowered herself into a chair in the awkward way of expecting women. "All this talk has me eager for my men."

  "They'll be here for lunch and can tend to you then," Ann replied, a sly smile forming on her lips. I recognized it as I'd had a similar on my face after the men made me come.

  "Perhaps Mason and Brody can tend to you over lunch as well." Emma grinned, quite the matchmaker. She was striking with her dark hair and pale eyes. Unfortunately, she didn't know I had no intention of staying at Bridgewater and wasn't the one for Mason and Brody. I was just a passing fancy, a woman they had a short dalliance with in a snowstorm. If only I could come up with a way to leave, I'd let them all return their unusual, yet idyllic, life.

  MASON

  With Laurel settled with the other women and the weather much improved, we were able to see to tasks that had been set aside. Horses to feed, stalls to muck, tack to mend. Even at the house, wood boxes needed to be filled. We were eating a hasty, cold lunch when we heard the horses. I looked across the table at Brody. His jaw clenched.


  We stood in unison, and grabbed our coats. Brody took the rifle from above the door and we met the group of men on horseback. The sun was at our back so they had to squint against the bright snow. There was Sheriff Baker, Nolan Turner and three men I didn't know. The only man with a gun was the sheriff, and his was sticking out the back of his saddlebag.

  "Gentlemen," I called out.

  Brody stood at my side. "Shit," he muttered.

  I was thinking the same thing, but didn't let any emotion show.

  "Seems you've got a dead horse on your property a ways back," Harding said. He leaned forward on his pommel, his hat shielding his eyes. I knew them to be crafty and downright mean when he set his mind to it. Nothing good happened when the man was around.

  I'd learned his ways a few years back when he approached me in town, offering to buy me a drink. Since I'd never laid eyes on him before, his false friendliness had me wary. I accepted just to suss out the man's intentions. Our ranches were miles apart, several smaller spreads between. Over the first shot of whiskey, Harding told me of the plan he'd devised to force those in the middle to sell, leaving our enlarged properties touching. After the third shot—the man wasn't one for moderation—he'd even mentioned an alliance via marriage; his daughter was just coming into her majority, he’d said. I'd never met the girl, hell, no one had. She'd been shipped off to—

  Oh shit. Laurel's identity wasn't that much of a mystery any longer. Hiram Johns was none other than Nolan Turner. That meant she was Nolan Turner's daughter. His runaway daughter. And the man in the horse next to his was the man she was to marry. The description she'd provided yesterday over breakfast was pretty damn accurate. I wouldn't let my neighbor's rabid dog marry him.

  The other two men must be either Turner's or Palmer's goons.