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Once the vows were said, Roscoe captured my mouth with his as he slid a simple gold ring onto my finger. Sparks ignited around me as he claimed me with his lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I felt his fingers entwine in my hair, pulling my head in closer. He kissed me with so much passion I was dazed, lost in his embrace.
Around us, Emma, Kane, Ian and Shane clapped as Roscoe showed me that I was his. I couldn’t wait for Shane to show me I was his, too.
There was no reception afterwards like there would have been had I married in Philadelphia. Instead, Kane and Ian returned my rented buggy and took Emma home, and my new husbands took me straight to the hotel.
“Come on my love,” Shane whispered in my ear, bending so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck. “Now it’s time for us to show you what it really means to be ours.”
. “Didn’t you already show me?”
Shane chuckled. “That was just a taste.”
I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding in anticipation. Aunt Nellie had told me little of the ways between men and women, but she did tell me it would hurt. I walked between them, my hands resting on the crooks of their elbows. I was nervous, but I tried not to let it show. I tried to force Aunt Nellie’s words from my mind. Maybe she’d be wrong about the pain, just as she been wrong about the duty.
But the hotel got closer and closer. Just a few more steps along the dusty boardwalk and we’d be there. I had to know. I stopped walking. So did my men.
“What’s wrong darling?” Roscoe asked. His tone was gentle and his face was the picture of concern. I felt silly for being afraid. But still, I couldn’t shake away Aunt Nellie’s warning.
“Will it… will it hurt?”
Roscoe reached up and brushed his thumb gently down my cheek. “It might a little bit,” he said. “Just for a moment. But we’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Butterflies flitted inside of me. My legs shook with nerves as I followed my new husbands into the hotel lobby.
“Don’t worry,” Roscoe whispered, as Shane booked our room. “We will take care of you,” he assured me. “You’re ours now.”
They both held my hands as they led me up the stairs and into our room. Part of me wanted to turn and run. But the other part was excited. If they planned on doing to me anything like what they did to me the previous night, the pain Roscoe warned about, would be worth it.
Shane sat on the edge of the bed and stood me between his knees. Roscoe bolted the door. I licked my lips nervously, trying to wet them, but my mouth was too dry.
Roscoe came up behind me and circled his hands around my waist. “Strip for us, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to see all of you.”
Slowly, I undid the buttons on my dress. But my fingers shook and I fumbled, almost crying with nerves. Shane placed his hands on top of mine. Gently, he captured the tiny buttons in his large fingers and twisted them undone. Roscoe helped him slip the garment off my shoulders. He also took care of my footwear, deftly wielding the buttonhook to undo my favorite black suede boots.
My body jangled with nerves and my hands were trembling so much my fingers were useless, so my men took it upon themselves to unclothe me. It took a long time for my men to rid me of my undergarments: chemise, petticoats, corset, camisole and drawers, and the longer it took the more nervous I became.
“Relax,” Shane commanded softly. “Let yourself enjoy this.”
I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, doing my best to calm my shattered nerves. My men were careful in their ministrations and leaned forward to kiss my bare skin as it was slowly exposed and I found that I did enjoy what they were doing. By the time I stood before them, completely naked, I was both tingling with arousal from their lips, and anxious for what was yet to come.
“Lie back.” Roscoe settled me in the middle of the large bed and straddled me, his thighs on either side of my knees. “Relax.”
I arched my body back into the soft mattress as Roscoe leaned over me and pressed light kisses to my lips, my chin, my throat. He took my breath away as he kissed his way down my body, nuzzling his face between my breasts, his beard softly scratching my skin, tickling me. My skin tingled everywhere his lips touched. I wasn’t nervous anymore. Now, I was just excited.
He cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing the flesh, twirling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The achy hotness beneath his hands deepened and spread, stealing my thoughts, making me focus on nothing but him. He kept kissing, down, down, down, in a line past my navel, to the thatch of light pubic hair at the apex of my thighs.
“Oh!” I squirmed as his mouth set off fireworks inside me.
Beside the bed, Shane discarded his shirt, revealing a muscular torso lightly covered in dark fuzz. The muscles of his shoulders rippled as he bent to unfasten his pants, sliding them
down his long, lean legs. His cock stood straight, huge, and my eyes widened. I’d never seen a cock before and it was much bigger than I’d expected. Would it fit inside me?
I watched as he grabbed the thick shaft in his fist and stroked it, running his hand up and down from the base to the tip. I swallowed.
Perhaps sensing my anxiety, Roscoe changed the movement of his fingers, licked faster with his tongue, distracting me from staring at Shane. Instead, all I could focus on was the hot wetness of his mouth and the wicked things that mouth did to my insides. I spread my legs open, offering my body to him. He accepted my invitation, delving his tongue deep inside me, his fingers playing with my little swollen nub, sending sparks shooting up my spine.
The mattress dipped as Shane climbed onto the bed and when Roscoe moved away, I moaned in protest. I didn’t want him to stop! I wanted him to continue fanning the flames of desire that burned within me.
“My turn,” Shane informed me as he took Roscoe’s place. “Roscoe got to marry you, so I get to take your virginity.”
