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I rode to town with Elise in her rented buggy. After we returned it, we would go and make Elise our wife. The runaway horse wasn’t so flighty with Roscoe riding alongside us. Emma, Kane and Ian, witnesses and guests for our wedding, followed. My thoughts were churning. Elise squirmed on the seat beside me, her bottom still tender from the spanking Roscoe had dished out this morning. He’d been hard on her, but I’d enjoyed watching her bottom redden under his hand. As she’d kicked, I’d gotten several glimpses of the swollen pussy lips that I had sucked on last night. I couldn’t wait to claim her, to make her ours properly. Soon, we’d fill both her holes with our cocks. The thought made me smile.
A week ago, hell even a day ago, I hadn’t been looking for a wife. I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I didn’t want to get married until I could provide well for a family. I didn’t want my wife and our future children growing up in poverty like I had, living in a poor miner’s shack. I still remembered the words my father had spat at me when I left at fifteen years old: you’ll never amount to anything. You’ll never be more than a copper miner, just like me. Just like my father before me. I hadn’t proved him wrong, yet. And I wanted to, before I found a wife. I was close; my blacksmith shop was doing well. I was good at what I did and I enjoyed it. But I wasn’t successful enough yet. Not quite. But it was too late. We were headed to the preacher and Elise was going to be ours. Roscoe and I were going to share a beautiful, brave wife. Already, she’d claimed our hearts.
Elise snuggled in closer to me and my cock stirred. I laid my arm across her shoulders, pulling her in tight against me. She rested her hand on my thigh. Her fingers crept out, sneaking up the inside of my leg, heading for my crotch. My breath caught in my throat. What was the little minx doing? Slowly, she walked her fingers closer and closer to the bulge in my pants. I didn’t dare breathe. I wanted to take her right then and there. I imagined pulling the horse up, bending her over the side of the buggy and plunging my cock deep inside her softness. Making her scream, just as she’d done last night. Filling her with my seed.
I exhaled loudly. I had to wait.
“How’s your bottom?” I whispered, nibbling her ear.
A blush crept over her face. She was so cute with her cheeks as red as her bottom had been. She bit her lip.
“Sore,” she whispered back. “Roscoe spanked me hard. Too hard. Why did you let him spank me so hard?” She sounded both petulant and bossy. Roscoe wouldn’t have stood for that, but I was more patient than my partner. I didn’t scold her as Roscoe would have done. Instead, I tilted her face up so I could kiss her pouting lips.
“I will never interfere in a well-deserved punishment my love,” I informed her. “But neither of us will ever hurt you.” I kissed her again, just briefly. I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in that hot mouth, but I forced myself to wait. There would be time for that later. We had the rest of our lives.
“Do you promise?”
“To never hurt you? Yes. You will be ours. We will love and protect what is ours, always.”
“That’s good.” Her voice was small, almost frightened. Like she doubted my word. Had she been mistreated? Is that why she’d come west to marry Coleton?
“You’re running from cruelty, aren’t you love?” I spoke softly. My words were for her ears alone. Whatever she told me I would share with Roscoe later, but for now, I wanted her to feel safe enough to open up to me, and keeping my voice low would help with that.
She was silent for a moment, then she shuddered.
“Tell me,” I urged.
Hesitantly, she did. Fury rose within me as she told me about her useless brother gambling away their fortune, running up huge debts, and selling her to Mr. Yates to pay them. The intensity of my anger shocked me. How dare she be married off to someone who would abuse her? Her body shook as she told me about her past and I held her close, kissing her temple tenderly.
“Shhhh now,” I whispered. “You’re ours now. Mine and Roscoe’s. And we won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”
But even as I held her, uneasiness nagged at me. We were a long way from Philadelphia. But it sounded like Elise’s brother was a very desperate man. And desperate men often did desperate things, especially when they had a wealthy backer. I knew why Mr. Yates
wanted Elise – she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But now she was ours, and Mr. Yates couldn’t have her. We would make sure of it.
7
ELISE
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Already, Emma was turning out to be a very good friend. She’d helped me get ready for my wedding this morning, helping me dress in the cream satin gown I’d brought with me, and weaving wildflowers into my hair. She had talked while she’d worked, telling me how she met her husbands, and kept me entertained with stories of her family, her children, and life with her men. I was nervous, but she put me right at ease.
“They’re good men, Shane and Roscoe,” she had assured me. “If you do your very best to please them, they will make you happy. I’m sure of it.”
I hoped she was right.
Emma didn’t complain about the food I wasted in my feeble attempts to help cook breakfast this morning. Nor did she mention Roscoe carting me off outside and punishing me. I am sure she heard it all: the scolding, the spanking, my cries. Even if she didn’t, the tears that wet my eye lashes and my red face would have given it away. Especially when I sat down gingerly on my tender bottom. But Emma didn’t say a word. Instead, she was kind.
I couldn’t believe I was riding in a rickety buggy to my wedding day, where I would be wed to not one, but two men. It was like a dream. A very unexpected dream. Ever since I was a little girl, I’d planned my wedding. My whole life, all my schooling, had prepared me to be a high-society wife. I’d gone to finishing school. I’d danced with all the gentlemen at my debutante ball. I’d learned how to manage the household staff, and when Father had died and it had become my responsibility, my training had stood me in good stead. But as John had gambled away the money, the servants had left, one by one, until only Cook remained.
The marriage I was riding to now was very different to the big wedding I had imagined.
My heart pounded as we stood in front of the preacher and Roscoe took my hands. Officially, it was Roscoe I was marrying, because he was the eldest of my two men, but I would belong to both of them. My mouth was dry and my pulse raced as I repeated my vows. I faltered slightly at the ‘honor and obey’ bit. Was I prepared to obey these men for the rest of my life? They’d both already shown me what would happen if I didn’t, and I didn’t much care for it. My bottom still tingled from Roscoe’s harsh wallops this morning. I’d only known these men for one day and already I’d been on the receiving end of two spankings. Both of them had hands as hard as boards.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emma give me an encouraging smile and I forged ahead with my lines. It was a bit late to back out now, even if I wanted to. Standing next to Roscoe, Shane grinned. My insides flipped. He obviously didn’t care if my words were sincere or not; he’d already proven that he knew how to deal with wayward women. I remembered the way my lady parts had throbbed and how my juices had made my thighs slick in response to the spankings my men had delivered. My mind didn’t like being punished, but my body betrayed me. Even when I had cried afterwards, the telltale feelings of arousal ripped through me and I felt protected. Safe. Cherished. And those were the things I wanted most of all.
