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  I pulled her into my arms, tucked her head beneath my chin. "We want you, sweetheart."

  "Hell, yes," Brody affirmed.

  LAUREL

  "But....but why?" I asked. I felt lightheaded from everything that had happened in the past ten minutes. Everyone had been so upset with me, and now that I think on it, rightly so. I should have let them know who my father was, but I was protecting myself. I wasn't used to considering others, nor did I think there actually were others on the ranch when I'd originally lied, especially a baby. "Marrying me will only make an enemy out of my father. He'll know you were fooling him today and will make him angry. Besides, you've met Mr. Palmer. He's not one to trifle with either. Marrying me might keep him from doing the same, but he'll exact revenge somehow."

  Brody placed his hands on his hips. "Your father already is an enemy, sweetheart, and that started long before your return."

  "Oh?"

  "He approached me to try to squeeze out the smaller ranches between ours."

  My eyes widened as I thought about the distance. "That's miles and miles of land!"

  Mason nodded and I looked to him. "Those families in between are friends of ours. We stand behind them, help protect them from Turner now."

  "They're both very powerful," I warned.

  "Mr. Palmer is no match for us. You don't think we can defend what's ours?" Mason asked.

  I considered his words, took in both of their very large bodies, the way they were dominant and commanding. With them, I felt safe and protected. Did I think they could shelter me from my father's wrath? Yes.

  "Why would you want to protect me? I've lied to you and you can have any woman you want."

  "Do you want me to turn you over my knee again?" Mason asked, his voice deep. His dark eyes narrowed.

  I bit my lip. "For what reason?"

  "You think we would have touched you as we didn't consider you ours, if we hadn't intended to marry you?"

  I paused. "Well, yes."

  Brody exhaled and shook his head slowly. "You either have never come across honorable men before or have been cloistered away from all of them."

  "Perhaps both, Brody," Mason said, keeping his eyes on me.

  "We're going to town," Brody replied. Mason lifted me off his lap and led me to the door and helped me into my coat.

  "Why?" I seemed to continue to ask the same question over and over.

  "To prove that we truly are honorable."

  Two hours later, standing before the minister at the altar of the town's small church, I married Mason. Brody and the minister's wife stood as witnesses. How they decided which man I would legally wed was not shared with me. The kiss had been brief and chaste, but Mason's eyes held unspoken promises I knew he—as well as Brody—would fulfill later.

  I wore no wedding dress, but my ripped dress, my coat remaining on and buttoned to prevent any questions. We didn't linger in town, for the men seemed eager to return to the ranch before nightfall, which came early this time of year. Making our way out of town, I rode with Mason, but once we were a fair distance away, Brody came beside us and pulled me onto his lap. "You may have married Mason, but you are mine as well," he said, his breath warm on my ear. "I'll prove it to you once we are home."

  The journey went quickly, for I spent the time wondering exactly how he planned to prove it.

  ***

  Mason helped me off with my coat and he hooked it on the peg by the door.

  "Perhaps I might have some other clothes?" I looked down at my ripped dress. "This dress is beyond repair and I don't have any drawers."

  "Mmm," Brody said, hanging up his own coat.

  "Dress, yes. Drawers, no," Mason said. "I'm sure Emma or Ann will be happy to select some new dresses for you at the mercantile. For the next week or so, however, you won't need any clothes at all."

  The look in his eye as he came toward me had me believing him. He bent at the waist and before I wondered his intent, I was over his shoulder and being carried upstairs. "Mason!"

  His hands firmly held my thighs in place and I lifted my head to look at Brody as he followed behind. The corner of his mouth was tipped up and knew he would offer me no assistance.

  "It is time to make you ours, wife," Brody said.

  Wife. That one word was daunting and devastating and nerve wracking all at the same time. I was married to two men! It had been one thing to consider them a blizzard dalliance, but this was something else entirely. The way Brody was looking at me I knew this was so much more.

  Mason didn't place me back on my feet, but instead dropped me onto my back upon the bed in his room. I bounced once, but didn't have time to even come up on my elbows before he was upon me, kissing me. This wasn't the chaste peck from the ceremony, but a real kiss. Mason's lips were soft yet intent, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle and play with mine. With his hand at my nape, he angled me as he wished, plundering. His beard was soft against my skin, scratchy yet silky at the same time. I felt the bed dip on my side.

  "My turn," Brody murmured.

  Mason lifted his head and I met his dark eyes. Oh. He'd looked at me before, but this was different. Deeper, darker, powerful. It was as if he'd held a part of himself back and now that we were wed, he'd unleashed it. He sat back and let Brody turn my head toward him. He kissed me as well, but he kissed entirely different. His mouth was more insistent, rougher and definitely more demanding. He even tasted different.

  My fingers tangled in the silky strands of his hair and every time I breathed, my breasts bumped into his chest. All the worry and fear ebbed from me, my body relaxing and softening beneath him. My blood heated, my nipples tightened and my thighs became damp. My body recognized both of these men and readied itself for them.

  "Brody....I...more," I whispered against his mouth. Kissing wasn't enough anymore. They'd been preparing me for days for this, whether by touch or by word, they'd promised me...more.

  I wasn't sure when, but Mason had stood by the bed. He took my hand and tugged me up to stand beside him. He easily stripped the dress from me as Brody removed my boots with the new laces.

  "Should we allow her to wear a corset or let her be bare beneath her dresses?" Mason asked as he undid the stays on the stiff fabric.

  "The idea of her being completely bare beneath a prim and proper dress is very appealing," Brody replied. "I haven't had much opportunity to play with her nipples, but I will rectify that now."

  Mason dropped the corset to the floor as Brody turned me to face him. As he sat on the side of the bed, my breasts were directly at eye level. He cupped a breast in each of his hands, the rough callouses brushing against my sensitive flesh. "They're perfect, sweetheart."

  His thumbs ran over the tips and I cried out as the feel of it spread all over my body. My pussy was wet, the juices of arousal coating my thighs as my inner walls involuntarily clenched in anticipation. He didn't stop there, for he began to pull and tug and pinch.

  I couldn't balance and had to place my hands on his shoulders for support. "Brody!"

  "Do you need my mouth on you?" He didn't wait for me to answer, just lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, laving at it, letting the flat of his tongue lick over the tightened peak before sucking on it.

  "Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Mason whispered in my ear, standing directly behind me. He trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder, his hands sliding up and down my sides. "Your skin's like silk."

  As Brody tended to one breast with his mouth, he used his fingers to play and work my other nipple before switching. I don't know how long he remained focused there, but by the time he lifted his head, my hips were shifting of their own accord into him.

  "Let's see if she likes a little bite of pain with her pleasure," Mason said.

  Before I could even think of what he meant, his hands came around from behind and took over from Brody, his big palms cupping my breasts. His skin was so dark, the hair there making him seem so manly and rugged in comparison to my
pale, sensitive skin. Fingers took hold of my nipples and instead of just playing as Brody had, Mason slowly tugged the tips outward, stretching them long and not...letting...go. I thrust my chest out to relieve the painful pleasure as I cried out. He didn't relent, just held a constant and steady pull, and then pinched.

  "Mason!" I groaned, my fingertips clawing into Brody's shoulders. My eyes widened as I looked into Brody's pale eyes. I saw heat there, need, desire. He was watching me closely, perhaps ensuring I wasn't truly being hurt. It was painful, but Mason's rough touch wasn't hurting me. It just...was.

  Mason let go and lifted my breasts up so Brody could suckle gently at one tip, then the other, soothing my enflamed skin. He only remained until I was soothed, my heightened arousal tapered slightly, only for Mason to repeat his rough attentions. As I held Brody's gaze, he lowered a hand between my legs and a finger slid over my lower lips. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything except take what they were doing, for Mason would not relent.

  "She's very wet," Brody said. "She likes it. Do you like how Mason makes you feel, sweetheart?"

  "I...oh," I sighed. I couldn't respond for Brody's finger ran over my clit and flicked it. He must have been using two hands on me for I felt a finger circle the entrance to my pussy. They'd made good on their promise to keep it empty until marriage.

  "We're married now. Please, Brody," I begged. I tilted my hips toward his fingers and I saw him grin.

  "Please fill you, sweetheart? You want a cock in your pussy?"

  I nodded.

  "Let's see how tight you are." The very tip of his finger dipped inside and I clenched down on it.

  "Ah!" It wasn't enough. Just the feel of being filled even the smallest amount had me eager for more. But his finger was big and my body was untried and it was very snug.

  "So tight. Jesus, Mason, she's going to strangle our cocks." He slipped in a little further. "I want you to come for us now. With Mason tugging on your nipples, I'm going to stroke over this special spot inside you...right...there and you're going to come. Now."

  I could do nothing but follow his command for my body had been well primed by Mason's insistent fingers on my breasts. Somehow Brody knew of a place inside me that would make me come instantly. Perhaps it was the combination of his finger and the almost painful tugging of my nipples. Whatever it was, I screamed, the feeling so intense, so hot, so different that I never wanted it to end. I shifted my hips, rocking them onto and over Brody's finger. He didn't let it go up inside me any further, only rubbed over that place he'd found. It was...delicious, that place he was rubbing over.

  Mason's mouth kissed across my sweat dampened shoulder as he let go of my nipples and just cupped my breasts in his palms, holding them as if they'd ache if he didn't. Brody leaned in and kissed me, slowly yet deeply. When he pulled his head back, he met my eyes. "Undress Mason, sweetheart."

  He took my wrists in his hands and turned me about. Mason stood there, tall and broad and waited. I looked him over, from head to toe, every virile inch of him, and could see the hard, thick outline of his cock pressing against his pants.

  "I can't wait to fuck you," he said. The idea sent a shiver through me. I undid the buttons down the front of his shirt as he toed off his boots. He stripped the shirt from his body as I undid his pants and pushed it down over his hips. His cock sprang free, red and thick and eager. Clear fluid seeped from the tip.

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw Brody finish removing the last of his clothes so he, too, was naked. "Lay down," Brody said.

  I sat down on the side of the bed, and then lay back, slowly, tentatively. I was still so aroused, even after the pleasure they'd just given me, perhaps even more so. Seeing their cocks so eager and ready proved to me how much they wanted me. They'd been correct; my body didn't lie. I wanted them so desperately and the slickness between my thighs was one of the many giveaways.

  "You may have married Mason, but I'm going to take that perfect maidenhead of yours. I felt it inside you against my finger. It's mine, sweetheart, and you're going to give it to me. Now spread your legs so we can see your pretty pussy."

  My eyes widened at his crude and carnal words. I lifted my legs from where they hung off the side of the bed and bent my knees, pulling them back so my feet were planted on the bed. When I didn't part them wide enough, Brody just raised a brow and waited.

  Both men stood staring down at me. They were naked and so handsome. While Brody was taller, Mason was broader in the shoulders. The hair on their chests was of strikingly different colors, but both had muscles rippling beneath their skin. Their cocks both were aimed at me, both thick and hard and almost angry in readiness for me.

  I licked my lips remembering the taste of their hard yet satiny soft skin, the salty flavor of their seed. Parting my legs, I opened myself to them in more ways than one. I was not only giving my body to them, but I was opening up my heart to them as well, for I had to trust that they would protect me and keep me safe, to treat me well and cherish me. They said they'd guard me from the likes of Mr. Palmer or my father and I had to believe them. I had no choice, just like I had no choice but to spread my legs wider, then wider still, beneath their lusty stares.

  Their eyes shifted to between my thighs.

  "Her pussy's dripping. I can see it from here."

  "Those curls are so striking."

  I wanted to close my legs, but knew they'd just have me open them again.

  "We'll shave her later."

  My eyes widened at their words, at their frank discussion of my body.

  "We must leave at least some red down there. Later. Now I need to make her mine," Brody said, placing a knee on the bed and positioning himself between my thighs.

  My skin was warm and flushed. I could feel it. The quilt beneath my back was soft, the room lit solely with the soft glow from the bedside lamp. Their tastes mingled in my mouth from their kisses. Brody gripped his cock in a tight fist, came down to support himself on one hand and lined himself up. He slid the broad head back and forth over my slick folds before catching it at my opening, pressing slightly forward.

  The hint of stretching had me wince. He was so big, so much bigger than his finger that he'd just inserted a tiny amount. I knew he would put his entire cock inside me and I tensed, knowing it would hurt and questioning if the action was even possible. My eyes widened and my fingers clenched in the quilt.

  "Wait," Mason said. Brody froze and I tensed even more. My breath came out in silent pants. "She's not ready."

  Brody looked up my body so our eyes met. "Ah," he said, his voice gruff and deep. Letting go of his cock, he placed his other hand by his head so he was directly over me, our noses practically touching.

  "Shh," he crooned before dipping his head for a kiss, this one a light brushing over my lips. "Listen to my words, sweetheart."

  He was so close I could see the rough stubble of his beard, the gold flecks in it.

  "Do you know what makes me so hard for you?"

  I shook my head but held his gaze.

  "The little sound you make in your throat when you come. The way you bite your bottom lip. The color of your nipples."

  "Oh," I whispered, almost an exhale.

  "I like the way your pussy tastes," Mason added. "The way your eyes widen in surprise when you come, then they slip closed as you succumb."

  "We'll never hurt you, sweetheart," Brody murmured.

  "You're...you're too big," I admitted. "I don't think you'll fit."

  Brody stroked my hair back from my face in a soothing gesture. "Let's work up to my cock, all right?"

  I nodded, soothed by his words, by his gentle tone.

  He shifted and reached down to run his fingers over my lower lips and the sound of my wetness filled the air. A finger slipped inside and my hips arched off the bed. It went in farther than when he'd done it before and I clenched down on it.

  "Right there, that's your maidenhead. That's for my cock." He pulled his finger out, but only for a moment and this
time two fingers worked into me. My eyes widened at the feel, a slight burning, yet it felt...good.

  "All right?" he asked, concerned.

  I nodded. I was more than all right. His finger felt incredible.

  "That's right, move your hips to what feels good. Just like that. One more finger, sweetheart."

  When he had three fingers in me, I cried out. It was tight, so very tight, yet for the first time I felt filled, but he wasn't deep enough. I couldn't stop the movement of my hips and soon I became frantic. I needed more. I felt hot all over and I heard the little sound that Brody mentioned escape my throat.

  "Are you ready for more?"

  Brody, too, was breathing hard and I could see that his patience was costing him. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow and his cheeks were ruddy.

  "Yes. Please."

  "Ah, I love the sound of her begging," Mason said. He'd moved to sit beside me and tucked his hand behind my knee and pulled my leg up and back so I was spread so incredibly wide. "Brody's going to take your maidenhead now, sweetheart, and I'm going to watch."

  His words eased the last of my fears, although my arousal was so intense I could barely remember why I didn't want Brody's cock inside me.

  This time when I felt the broad head I wasn't scared. Instead, I shifted my hips toward him, letting him slide in a little.

  "She's...Jesus, Mason, she's so tight." Brody gritted his teeth as he forged ahead, then pulled back, slowly, again and again until I winced. He was so big, so wide I felt so full and he wasn't even in all the way.

  "You're ours, Laurel. Ours."

  Brody sucked in a deep breath and shifted his hips forward, breaking through the thin membrane and seating himself all the way. I cried out at the twinge of pain but also at being so completely full. I felt as if he was splitting me in half, yet also forging us together into one.