“How’s that, baby?” Joe asked her.
Katie nodded as she licked her lips, beyond coherent speech. All she wanted to do was ride these two wonderful cocks all day long.
“Look at me,” Joe said.
She forced her eyes open. Joe’s blue gaze peered up at her. “You belong to us, Katie. You understand? Forever.”
She smiled. “Forever.”
The men picked up the speed of their thrusts. “You gonna come for us, baby?” Joe asked.
“Mm-hmm!”
“Do it,” Mason rumbled from behind her. “We wanna feel you coming.”
She closed her eyes as her release hit. From somewhere deep inside her, it felt like an overwound clock spring snapping, sending a flood of heat surging throughout her body. She let out a long, loud cry as her entire body trembled.
“That’s it, baby,” Joe said. His fingers clamped down on her hips as he thrust hard up into her. Mason matched his cousin’s thrusts stroke for stroke, the sound of his flesh slapping against her nearly as loud as her own cries.
When the men came, Katie let out another cry, sobbing with relief to feel them both deep inside her like that, both cocks claiming her at the same time. She really was theirs.
Sated, they all collapsed in a tangle onto the blanket, spent and tired in the drowsy afternoon heat.
In the brush, the two men watched the three naked people sprawled on the blanket. “Man, I’d love a chance to fuck her,” the one whispered.
“Me, too,” the second one whispered. “Maybe the boss will let us after we tell him what we seen here.” He leered at the sight before them. “She’s gonna wish she’d kept her legs clamped shut when he gets done wi’ her.” He slapped his cohort on the shoulder. “Come on. We need to go tell him what we seen here. This’ll be more than enough for him to get back at her.”
Quietly, the two snuck back down the path to where they’d left their horses.
The three of them took a nap then went for a swim. Katie’s body felt achy in all the right ways and places. She had a feeling it was something she’d get to experience whenever she wanted.
“So when are we getting married, Joe?” she teased.
“I think I’d better marry you sooner rather than later. Otherwise, you’ll fuck me dead before I know it. I need to be married to you so when I die, Mason can get my stuff when he marries you.”
She splashed water at him as Mason laughed.
“Seriously,” she insisted. “The less chance people have to talk about you two, the happier I’ll be.”
Both men looked serious as they gathered around her. “Now you listen to us,” Joe said. “Quit worrying about what people will think about us. We don’t give a damn.”
“People can go to hell,” Mason said.
“But Joe, what about your business?”
He shrugged. “What about it? I’ve got the only sawmill in Brooksville, and the biggest in three counties. I could care less what they say about my personal life. I’m marrying you, and I love you.”
She looked at Mason, hoping he’d see reason. “What about you? You’re in line to be sheriff.
He smiled. “Sheriff Birch likes me. And no offense, honey, he thinks quite highly of you and could care less about anyone’s opinion but his own. And if I wasn’t to make sheriff, so what?” He pulled her to him and kissed her. “All I care about is keeping you happy. To hell with everyone else and to hell with what they say about us.”
Joe nodded. “Exactly. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
They eventually got out of the water and dried off. They dressed, and Mason helped her gather up their things while Joe got the horse hitched up to the buggy. On the way home, she leaned against Mason and closed her eyes, happy and without care.
Life was good.
Monday morning, Katie felt worn out in a good way. She was going to go into the store despite not having any customers scheduled when Joe and Mason overruled her.
“You’re staying here today, Katie,” Mason declared after breakfast.
She looked to Joe, who nodded. “I don’t want you anywhere near town right now. I wouldn’t put it past Senior to try something.”
“But I have a shop to run!”
“I’ll stop by and put a note on the door,” Mason insisted. “You said yourself you have no one scheduled for today or tomorrow. No one will begrudge you a little vacation. And Wednesday, both Joe and I will go in with you.” He smiled. “And it’s not like you’re going to change our minds about this. If I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t be going to town myself today. I’d stay here and you’d spend all day naked in bed.”
She fought the blush creeping up her throat. No doubt if he stayed home, she’d be happy to spend all day naked in bed with him.
“And I’ll be back early this afternoon,” Joe said. “I have to take care of a few things at the sawmill.”
She didn’t enjoy feeling like she was lazy, but knew the men were right and wouldn’t fight them on this. “Okay, I’ll stay here.”
Both men smiled. For that reason alone, she’d appease them. They both kissed her before heading out for the day. It was a little after lunchtime. She was sitting at the kitchen table, peeling potatoes for dinner, when she heard the back door open.
Smiling, she assumed it was one of her men. “’Bout time you got back here.”
That’s when she heard the unmistakable click of the hammer of a revolver being drawn back, and she felt the cold, hard steel press against the back of her neck.
A strange voice said, “Didn’t know you were expectin’ me, but I’m honored.”
Mason stopped by the sawmill around lunch time to find Joe. “Sheriff needs me to run south of town to investigate a robbery. When are you going back to the house?”
He glanced at his pocket watch. “I’ll be leaving here in about an hour or so.”
Mason nodded. “Keep our girl safe.”
“Don’t worry, I plan on it.”
Mason headed south of town on his horse. He hated having to be this far from Katie, but it couldn’t be helped. He had a job to do, and while the sheriff had offered him the option of another deputy going, Mason didn’t want to shirk his duty like that. He couldn’t spend every waking minute looking over Katie, and she’d already proven that she could, for the most part, take care of herself.
Plus they’d left her with her shotgun, and several ranch hands working close to the house with explicit orders to keep an eye out for any trouble.
Two hours later he was heading back to town when another rider going full-out met him on the road, pulling his horse up when he reached Mason. It was Ben Ainsley.
Mason’s heart filled with fear. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Ben shook his head. “Come quick, Mase. Sheriff had to let Junior go.”
“What? Why the hell he do that?”
Ben’s face looked dark and angry. “Katie recanted her story. Sheriff had no choice.”
“What the hell’s going on?”
“I don’t know, but she was with Senior.”
The man kept the gun pressed to the back of her head and let out a whistle. Two more men quickly came into the kitchen.
“Are you going to kill me?” she asked.
The first man snorted. “Hell, no. Boss would kill me if’n I did that. You got paper and a pencil here?”
“Yes.” She started to stand, hoping she’d get to the shotgun which stood ready in the hallway, but the man pressed the barrel of the revolver against her head. “No, you tell us where it is.”
Blast. “In the desk in the living room.”