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“We do. What do you say to performing the ceremony this evening after the town has settled down? The sheriff and his wife can be the witnesses.”
CAELAN
* * *
Caelan left his partner to try and make sense out of the American judiciary. If Caelan was the talker, it was Gavan who knew what to say to bend people to his will. Gavan would see Lizzie free, Caelan was sure of it. His first stop was the livery stable, where he paid the owner for the care of their horses. He considered purchasing a horse for Lizzie, but decided against it. She’d ride in one of their laps. She might as well get used to having a hard cock nestled in the crack of her arse. The very thought of his cock in her arse had the ability to make him hard as a rock. Caelan then went to the general store and picked up supplies, including extra bedding, extra rifles, and ammunition. If Gavan wasn’t successful, they’d have to get Lizzie out of town a different way. It wasn’t ideal, but they’d break that woman out of jail to make her their bride if they had to.
He smiled. Fuck. A convict for a bride. Who would have ever thought? Gavan had been right. The fiery redhead was not only lovely to look at and amusing to listen to, but she had practically scalped the hide right off the sheriff and the judge. She wouldn’t be a boring wife. No, she’d be wild, definitely, but they’d see her gentled. Sated. Happy. It might take a time or two over one or both of their knees, and maybe a cuddle or three, but Caelan had a feeling, when she’d been shown love and kindness, she’d come round and settle down quickly. Faster than a wild mustang, for sure.
Physically, she was far closer to Caelan’s preference. He’d always been a sucker for a beautiful redhead. They blushed so prettily, and their skin grew flush when aroused, or when chastised. But, temperamentally, she was all Gavan’s. His friend liked them with a fiery, defiant streak that he could mold with the liberal use of corporal punishment, which Lizzie would need. Liberally.
Caelan’s cock pressed against the placard of his pants, straining to be free at the thought of watching Gavan with Lizzie. He smiled. On his way to meet Gav
an, he’d damned the man for talking him into a moratorium on fucking until they found and wedded their bride. But, now that having Lizzie in their bed, well, in this case, their bedroll, was imminent, Caelan was glad of it. His staff was throbbing in anticipation. She was going to be worth the wait. They’d ensure it was good for her. They were gentlemen, after all but, now that there would be nothing between the three of them, she’d show every bit of her passion. She might be a thief, but she wouldn’t steal that from any of them. Her theft of their hearts would be her last act of larceny.
He could easily imagine Lizzie naked. The trousers she’d worn had done little to hide her long, shapely legs, luxurious buttocks, or tiny waist, and her shirt had looked to be bursting at the seams from her large bust. He wondered if her areola would have the kind of peaches and cream complexion most common to redheads, or would they be more of the dark and dusky tones? It didn’t matter, he looked forward to sucking her nipples, and her clit.
While he looked forward to fucking his bride’s cunny, he wanted to start her arse training as soon as they could. The sooner he and Gavan could fuck her together, the better. They had agreed that Gavan would have her pussy first, but Caelan would be the one to have her mouth and arse first. The idea of holding Lizzie against his naked body, his cock nestled against her arse while Gavan took her maidenhead, was downright intoxicating. Their Lizzie would be well satisfied come morning. If she had one foul thing to say when she arose, that would mean they hadn’t done their job as husbands well enough.
2
GAVAN
* * *
Gavan knew he and Caelan would be perfect for Lizzie. She needed someone to guide her, fuck her, and punish her for her naughty ways. The latter would be primarily his job. Caelan’s would be to pamper and spoil her, something at which he excelled. There was no doubt in his mind that Lizzie would thrive in their care. Their spirited wildcat would be soothed and tamed by Gavan’s steady hand, and the little girl who had lost her childhood would be catered to by Caelan’s indulgent nature. As often as her pussy would be stroked, their spitting hellcat would be purring in no time at all.
Gavan entered the sheriff’s office, who handed him the key to her cell and headed for the door. “The judge said you wanted time with her. Be careful. She’s dangerous.”
“Thank you, sheriff. My partner and I will see to all of Lizzie’s needs.”
Gavan watched the sheriff leave, an odious man if ever there was one.
He entered the cell block, empty, except for Lizzie. She was sitting on her cot, her legs drawn up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. She stared off into space as though she had already departed this life. He’d seen men like that after a battle. They went deep inside themselves. Some never returned.
“Lizzie?” he called softly, not wanting to startle her.
No response, not even a slant of her eyes. She needed to learn he was not to be ignored. He was to be obeyed. That started now.
“Lizzie, I’m Gavan MacLean. Judge Abernathy has decided to commute yer sentence.”
Still nothing. Well, fuck. That should have gotten a reaction. It seemed his bride to be was going to become Mrs. MacLean and lose her virginity with a bright red backside.
“Lizzie, when I speak to ye, I expect ye to pay attention and answer me,” he said sharply.
Slowly, she released her folded-up legs, stretched them out, and turned to face him, sitting with her feet on the floor and her hands gripping the edge of the cot.
His eyes were riveted to her. She was a terrible bit of beauty. And she would soon be his, his and Caelan’s.
The eyes she turned to him were haunted and, for a moment, she looked broken. Then, she straightened her spine, stuck her chest out, and gathered herself.
“First, asshole, my name isn’t Lizzie. Second, I don’t much care what that old windbag did and, third, I don’t give a shit who you are, or what you expect. So, as I’m scheduled to swing in less than twenty-four hours, how about you just fuck off and die?”
“That’s enough, lass.”
Gavan hadn’t anticipated open hostility. After all, he’d just told her she wasn’t to die. He stifled the urge to smile and rub his hands together. Yes, taming Lizzie was going to be challenging, inordinately satisfying, and pleasurable. He imagined she’d be spending a fair amount of time over his knee, in the corner, or in their bed. Or, better yet, on her knees sucking one of their cocks while the other one plowed her from behind before they swapped ends. Aye, she needed to understand she would mind them, or pay the price for her disobedience.
“Ye’d better start caring, very much, what I expect from you,” Gavan barked at her.
