Barefoot Bride for Three (19 page)

Trace opened her gown and sent a trail of kisses down her front. Simon’s strong arms brushed her hair from the top of her head to her bottom. She squeaked when Jack picked up her foot and suckled her toe. He winked and pressed a knuckle under the ball of her foot, causing her to sigh in relief. She hadn’t realized how much her feet ached. Though she worked on her feet long hours at the farm, that was years ago. She hadn’t been on her feet as much since. Jack’s kneading removed knots she didn’t know she had.

Jack stopped while Trace lifted her to stand, dropping her blouse and skirt on the floor. The evening breeze flowing in the window brushed past her hot flesh, cooling her. She was glad when Trace tied a handkerchief around her head and laid her on the bed on her back. That way she couldn’t see them watching her with those hungry, possessive eyes.

She knew Jack held her foot and recognized Trace’s wonderful kiss, so it must have been Simon who parted her lower curls with his tongue. He rubbed her clit. She pressed her feet down, pushing herself into his mouth for more. But he chuckled and began to tantalize her, flicking his tongue around and over, but never back on her clit.

Jack finished with her foot and worked his way up her leg to her thigh. The bed tilted as he moved around. At least, she thought it was Jack. Someone else kissed her. She tasted herself, so it must be Simon.

The bed squeaked in protest as they moved around and over her. She soon lost track of who was where. They discovered all her especially sensitive places—the outer curve of her breasts, under the back of her arm and the top of her thigh where her leg creased to her belly. They explored everything they could reach.

Then they turned her over and began again.

One man massaged her calves while another drew day-old bristles over her back, lightly scouring her and waking her skin. A third concentrated on her bottom, massaging her cheeks, pulling them apart, drawing fluid up from her pussy and pressing lightly.

How could anything that felt so good be wrong?

At an unknown signal, her hips were lifted and pillows inserted under her belly. Her face heated in embarrassment and desire as they positioned her with knees wide, bottom high in the air. Something cool spread between her cheeks before a finger slid just past her ring. Remembering how good it felt before, she pushed out.

“A ring of pink. Perfect,” said a deep voice, either Jack or Simon.

She moaned when the finger pressed deeper, twisting to tantalize her. He slid in and out, adding another finger to stretch her again. Someone pushed the pillow aside and began playing with her pussy lips.

“Simon, on your back,” croaked Trace.

The bed shifted beside her but the fingers kept up their work. She curved her back, thrusting her bottom high. A light spank caught her by surprise. She jerked, but a hand on her back kept her down.

“I’m going to lift you. Follow my lead,” said Trace.

He helped her to kneel and then move over. Her leg touched a hairy thigh, tickling her. Trace lifted her again, settling her knees on either side of the rough thighs. She reached out to balance and found her hands pressing on a warm chest, her fingers catching curls.

When she leaned forward, a hard penis prodded her stomach.

“Don’t bend it, darlin’. It could break,” said the man under her. “Need help to find your ride? I remember how you like bareback.”

Simon.

She grasped his cock, one fist over the other, making him moan. She lifted onto her knees, shuffled forward, and rubbed his cock against her, just where she needed. It wasn’t enough. She leaned forward and placed one hand on his chest. Other hands guided her hips as she positioned Simon’s long cock against her opening.

She slowly backed up, letting him slide in and out of her using short strokes. By the time he filled her, his gasps were louder than hers. She sat up, tall in the saddle. She jerked when rough fingers clasped her breasts from behind, catching her nipples between his fingers. Another set of hands grasped her hips, encouraging her to rise and fall.

She leaned forward, pressing her clit hard against his pubic bone. Finding the right angle, she drove him deep inside her, farther than ever before. She sped up, taking what she needed. Simon grasped her shoulders and pulled her down to his chest. She fought, wanting completion.

“Shh, Beth,” whispered Trace. “Not yet. Trust me. It will be even better if you wait.”

Someone settled behind her and spread something cool over her crack.

“Sweet and ripe, just like a peach,” growled her husband.

He leaned forward, rubbing his chest hair over her back. For a moment she was sandwiched between their chests. He sat up and encouraged her to move forward. Simon’s cock slid out part way.

“What are you doing?” she complained. “I was almost there.”

“I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to since I first saw you, fists high, facing down Charlie in that jail cell.”

He slid a finger deep in her ass. She clenched him, clenched them both.

“What’s that?” she said, panting harder.

He leaned over her and skewered two more fingers in her.

“I’m going to fill your ass while you ride my brother,” he growled.

He pressed his fingers in her bottom as he spoke. She felt wicked and wild with Simon already filling her. No one she’d ever met could know how wonderful this felt. She was raised to believe marital relations were something to be dreaded. But she’d found a husband who wanted her to feel pleasure. Even more, he wanted to increase her pleasure by sharing her with his brothers. She trembled, eager and scared at the same time.

“Will it hurt?”

“Sweetheart, we’ll always take care of you. Did it hurt when I spanked you?”

“Yes!”

“But didn’t it make you feel so good afterward?”

She bit her lip, not wanting to answer when she heard the laugh in his voice.

“Trust us, Beth. Trust us to know how to make you purr.”

She hadn’t yet made up her mind when he pulled out his fingers and pressed his cock against her. Simon twitched below her and she tightened up.

“Shh, relax. This is just like before, only more.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” she bit out. “You’re not the one being stuck!”

She bounced on Simon’s chest when he laughed. His cock moved in her again, making her tingle.

“One of Lily’s girls told me there’s a walnut-size lump just inside a man,” said Simon. “If you press it when he comes, it makes it even better. You should try it on Trace.”

“Shut up, Sy,” said Trace. “Don’t be giving her ideas.”

“Too late,” she replied. “Your bottom goes up in the air next.” Jack, off to one side, laughed, and she joined him, just a bit hysterical.

Trace grunted and pressed forward. She held her breath as he gently forced his way past her tight ring. For a moment it stung, and then she relaxed. Simon slowly rocked. She pressed on his chest to sit up. He let her rise just enough to grasp her breasts. She inhaled a gasp, and Trace pressed deeper. He pressed, in and out, a little farther each time.

“God, you’re tight,” he muttered when he completed her impalement. She tingled, panting as the two men set a rhythm. In and out, out and in.

Trace snuck a hand along her ribs and lifted her, holding her bottom tight to him. It allowed Simon to enter her pussy. While Trace filled her ass, Simon’s cock rubbed forward and back against the thin membrane separating them.

She moaned as Simon plunged deep. He held her breasts tight in his fingers, squeezing until he exploded. He plunged upward, grunting. She soon joined him, quivering and gasping until he sagged back onto the bed.

Instead of letting her lie on top of Simon, Trace pulled her back tight against his chest. He entered her deeply, setting off more vibrations of pleasure. He lifted her. Simon moved out and away. Trace leaned back and shifted in the bed. When he stopped, she sat up, still connected. He pulled off her blindfold, and she blinked in the lamplight.

“My turn.”

Jack’s eyes flashed in the lamplight. His cock, slightly shorter than his brothers but thicker, like a sawed-off shotgun, throbbed for attention. She throbbed in return as he stepped close and rubbed the tip against her clit.

“This little lady’s been ignored the past while,” he murmured.

She looked down, watching his cock slip between her lips. He pressed himself against her, rubbing just where she needed, but tantalizingly slowly.

Trace throbbed in her behind. He set his hands under her cheeks and lifted her up and down, his massive strength controlling how her body moved.

When Trace lifted her almost off, Jack moved in. She pressed her shoulders back against Trace. She arched until her shoulders were the only part touching him above her bottom. Jack, facing her, slowly pumped with his hips. He used his fingers to pluck her nipples and caress her pussy lips.

His girth filled her even more than Simon. His fingers both soothed and vexed her, making her want more. Trace pulled her snug against him once more, and Jack sped up. His nostrils flared and eyes blinked rapidly as he stared at her. If she hadn’t been so close to screaming in pleasure, he would have frightened her with his determined glare.

Trace took over her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. Jack rubbed her clit. She spasmed, unable to move but not needing to as each man took over.

Trace came first, bellowing into her ear as he exploded. She followed, then Jack slammed into her, bucking and gasping.

She was barely coherent when Simon helped Trace lift her off. She saw Jack leaning against the wall, panting hard, a jackal grin on his face.

Simon held her as Trace gently bathed her. He patted her dry and settled her under the sheets. She didn’t move when Trace slid in behind her and pulled her close, spooning. She snuggled closer as he grasped her lower breast and sighed.

“My wife,” he said, his voice grating on her ears, a sound she’d come to love.

Chapter Twelve

“Thanks for the pillow,” said Beth to Jack the next morning. While Trace had set a folded blanket on the hard seat of the wagon, the pillow eased her tender bottom all the more. She smiled to herself. Tender, but worth it.

Acting the perfect wife, she sat beside Trace with her dress done up to her chin and her bonnet tied snug. Jack and Simon followed in the rented wagon, their horses tied behind. Less than one week from jail and she returned to town as a satisfied wife. She reveled in the crisp morning air, saying nothing. Simon and Jack nattered away.

When they passed the stream where she and Trace had celebrated, Simon whistled. She didn’t turn around but he must have noticed her straightened back. He couldn’t have seen her red face from behind.

“You’d better not be too sore to celebrate on the way home, Mrs. Elliott.” Trace lifted an eyebrow in mock fierceness.

“Don’t start with me, Mr. Elliott,” she replied.

“Which Mr. Elliott you mad at, Beth?” called a voice from behind. “This is Jack speaking and, if it’s Trace, I’d be mighty pleased to make you happy.”

“I can make you even happier,” called Simon. “I could make you so happy—”

“Keep that up if you want to sleep in the barn for the next few weeks,” warned Trace.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Jack. “You’re just jealous ’cause she likes us best.”

Beth’s hot face flamed even more.

“I like you best,” she whispered to Trace. She snuck her arm around his and leaned sideways for a moment.

“Hey!” yelled Jack in mock fierceness. “None of that flagrant displays of vulgar attention in town, you hear, Mrs. Elliott? We don’t want to get thrown out again for fighting.”

“We don’t get thrown out for fighting, Jackass. We get thrown out for winning,” said Simon. “Those miners think they’re tough, but we always convince them otherwise.”

The twins kept their voices down the rest of the way, allowing Beth to regain her equilibrium. But, when they approached the town, she began to tremble. She wrapped up the rifle in the blanket and placed the bundle on the pillow under the seat.

“Don’t let those sniping biddies bother you,” said Trace. “Keep your chin up and stare down at them.” He turned and winked to her. “Should be easy as there’s not too many taller. But don’t leave the mercantile without one of us. I’ll make sure Big Joe’s not in town while you’re inside with Patsy.”

She straightened her spine and stared ahead. The bully would not scare her. Trace had complimented her on her dress, a new one she’d made. It had pretty blue and pink flowers on it, the pink matching her bonnet. She had clean stockings and boots on her feet and money in her reticule. And, for once, underclothes.

She waved as the twins headed to the livery stable. Trace stopped at Tanner’s Mercantile. He held her waist and easily lifted her, setting her on the boardwalk. He lifted his hat to the few women on the street. Some blanched and hustled away, others nodded politely. Those ones looked at her with curiosity rather than scorn. Through the front window she could see a gaggle of women inside the store. She nodded politely to the old men enjoying the sunshine. The dog didn’t lift his head, barely opening an eye as she passed.