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“He knows he married you to Gavan to keep you from the hangman’s noose. But, at our home in Bridgewater, all of the women share at least two husbands. Ye’ll be no different.”
“It’ll be fine, Lizzie,” said Gavan before turning to his partner. “Caelan, after she acquiesced, I gave her a bit of pleasure to help settle her. Once she came, she was a lot more amenable.”
“Aren’t they always?” chuckled Caelan.
“I know we agreed that I would breach her maidenhead, but I think it’s only right that you prepare her for that. She was drenched by the time I slipped my hand between her legs.”
Elizabeth felt her entire body flushing with embarrassment, and something more. She’d never thought of herself as a prude, but these two men were riding along, discussing what sounded like their plan to share her tonight. She had to admit the thought of being with either one of them had a certain appeal, but both of them? That was just wrong.
They rode into a small box canyon that Elizabeth had used to hide stolen herds several times. It was well-hidden, had plenty of water and forage, and was easily defendable. A large campfire had been set up, as well as a temporary corral for the horses. Spanning the width between two trees and close to the running stream was a canvas of some sort that had been strung up to form a canopy. What worried Elizabeth was that, beneath it, there was only one, exceptionally large bedroll.
They brought the horses to a stop, and Caelan stepped off his horse and handed its reins, as well as the bay’s, to Gavan. He pulled her gently from in front of Gavan, who rode over to the corral to unsaddle and make the horses ready for the night.
Elizabeth struggled when Caelan held her tight against his chest, his member poking at her through his trousers.
“Easy, Lizzie. It’ll be all right. Ye have two husbands who care for ye now. Two men to love, honor, and cherish ye. Gavan says yer a passionate lass. Given how ye responded to being spanked and then finger-fucked, I think ye’ll find having two husbands to keep ye warm and satisfied will suit ye just fine.”
“No, it isn’t right…”
“Who’s to say what is right? When we were in the war, we lived for a while in Mohamir, where this kind of marriage is commonplace. They believe, as do Gavan and I, that a woman with two husbands is far less likely to fall on hard times. Gavan’s sister became a widow, and she was forced to marry a man she didna love to provide for herself and her children. We will keep ye from that. If one of us is killed, the other will provide for ye and our children.”
Elizabeth thought he made it sound perfectly logical.
“How will you know whose children are whose?” she whispered, trying to tap down the desire that was pooling below her belly and across her nipples, beading in response to his words and his hands that softly caressed her body.
“Who the actual sire is? It won’t matter. As yer are our bride, the children will belong to all of us.”
Gavan had finished with the horses and returned to Elizabeth and Caelan. Without removing her from Caelan’s embrace, he added his own wandering hands to her body, feeling the weight of her breasts.
He bent down and whispered, “I love ye, Lizzie. I know ye probably didna believe that, but it’s true. We wanted to break ye out every evening when they took ye to jail so we could protect ye. But ye’d have had a death sentence hanging over yer head.”
“So we waited,” continued Caelan. “But, had the judge not agreed to Gavan’s plan, we would have seen ye freed, even gone to Canada, if we’d had to. We never would have let them hang ye. Yer our wife now and, like Gavan, I pledge ye my heart and all that I am.”
Elizabeth wasn’t sure when she had stopped trying to get away and just began to respond to their fondling, which continued to grow bolder. Caelan pressed himself into the cleft between her butt cheeks, and she could feel Gavan’s hard length pulsing on her belly. Their whispering warmed her skin. The sensual feel of their hands acting in concert fired her blood and she moaned.
“We have a beautiful bride, Caelan. I’ve only seen her naked bottom, but it was fair beyond belief.”
His lips nibbled and kissed along her jawline, barely passing over her lips before starting down the column of her neck. Gavan pressed his lower body against her mons as he brought his hands up to squeeze her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples.
“I think, Gavan, our bride has on too many clothes,” Caelan said, nuzzling the nape of her neck.
Between the two of them and the sensual web they were weaving, Elizabeth felt on fire. Her nipples were now hard enough that they pressed against the whalebone corset and bordered on painful, and her feminine sheath pulsed in a way it never had, and it seemed to coincide with the throbbing of both of their cocks.
Caelan held her close, his hands spanning her hips and holding her in close contact with his staff. As one hand left her hip, it travelled down between her and Gavan’s pulsing rod. He covered her mons, cupping it and pulling her into even tighter proximity to his groin.
Gavan reached up to the neck of her shirt and began unbuttoning it.
When she tried to raise her hands up to ward him off, she found her arms were pinned down and back by Caelan.
The two worked together to remove her shirt and then her corset.
“We need to get ye out of that corset, Lizzie,” said Caelan.
Reaching being his back, Gavan pulled out a large Bowie knife and showed it to her. For the first time, fear was in competition with lust as her overriding emotion. Did he mean to kill her? Had he saved her from the hangman just to cut her up?
Gavan spun her around in Caelan’s arms. Placing the tip under the laces, he brought it up, neatly slicing through them much like a hot knife would slice butter. The corset fell to the ground. In that instance, she felt exposed, even though she still had on her chemise and bloomers. Her breasts fell free; their shape and size clearly visible, even though they were covered with a thin cloth.
Gavan turned her back around and smiled appreciatively at her curves.
