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"Surely Mason and Brody have showed you some of what they will do with you?" Ann looked at me so hopefully. I was discovering she was quite the romantic.
"All of the men at Bridgewater are lusty and those two certainly can't keep their hands off you. Your red hair is so pretty," Emma added.
Lusty wouldn't begin to describe Mason and Brody. They were...dominant, possessive, potent, thoughtful, demanding, considerate. Kind.
Both women looked at me expectantly. "You saw me last night, Ann, wearing just Mason's shirt. Obviously something has happened with them, but...I...I can't share." I was too mortified to even think about it, let alone share it with others.
Emma's eyebrows rose and Ann told her the details, including my hasty retreat. "They are being very protective with you."
The baby started to fuss so Ann picked him up, tucked him into her arm and opened her blouse for him to nurse, the boy's chubby hand patting her absently. She seemed quite adept at being a mother, even with the baby so young.
Emma took a sip of her coffee. "Within the first hour of arriving at the ranch with Kane and Ian, Mason came to the bedroom door to announced dinner as they shaved my pussy and stretched my ass for the first time. I was completely naked and although he couldn't see what they were doing, he knew. For me, it was mortifying."
My mouth fell open and a strange feeling washed over me. Mason had been a part of that, even only tangentially? He'd known what her husbands were doing to her? I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I pulled out a chair and sat down. Did that mean Mason was just using me to pass the time? To use for pleasure during a blizzard and that was all?
Ann placed her hand over mine pulling me from my thoughts. "You look as if you want to scratch Emma's eyes out." That had me stirring from my jealous thoughts. That was what I was. Jealous. "Emma had no control over the situation, as you can imagine. Do not think poorly of Mason either. As you learned last night, the men have different ways. Honorable ways that perhaps go against how we were raised, the town, everyone, but honorable nonetheless. Perhaps even more so. Do not worry over Mason's devotion, for he will tend to only you."
I frowned. "This word, tended, is used often around here."
Ann shrugged. "That's because it's what our husbands do to us. They tend to our needs. Theirs as well, but ours always come first. Last night, my milk was overflowing and my men eased the discomfort, regardless of whether dinner was ready or we had guests." She smiled. "I've grown accustomed to orgasm when they drink from me. They've trained me to respond this way because they want me to feel pleasure from my body, from what they do to it."
It made sense. "Aren't you embarrassed?"
"At first I was, when we were just married. But I've learned that everything they do to me is for me. I might not like it, at least at first, but they know what is best, and they always pleasure me."
I thought of how they'd filled my back entrance the night before. At first, I resisted, questioned their every action. But they'd done it for me, to make me feel good. I'd doubted, but they'd met their every vow, every promise of pleasure. Ann's words hit their mark and only eased my mind. It made me think that what Mason and Brody did with me was...normal.
"Even in punishment. Or at least after," Emma added.
"Punishment?" I asked, wary. What did they mean punishment?
Both women nodded. "We are punished for indiscretions, but it's for our safety, for our own good."
"They beat you? The teachers at school would smack our palms with rulers."
Both women looked aghast. "They spank me," Emma replied. "It isn't a pleasurable experience...at first, but something about it always makes me wet."
It was my turn to look stunned.
"As I said, they always make us come...eventually." Ann grinned.
I couldn't see how a spanking would bring about arousal, but I had to cede to their expert judgment on it.
Emma lowered herself into a chair in the awkward way of expecting women. "All this talk has me eager for my men."
"They'll be here for lunch and can tend to you then," Ann replied, a sly smile forming on her lips. I recognized it as I'd had a similar on my face after the men made me come.
"Perhaps Mason and Brody can tend to you over lunch as well." Emma grinned, quite the matchmaker. She was striking with her dark hair and pale eyes. Unfortunately, she didn't know I had no intention of staying at Bridgewater and wasn't the one for Mason and Brody. I was just a passing fancy, a woman they had a short dalliance with in a snowstorm. If only I could come up with a way to leave, I'd let them all return their unusual, yet idyllic, life.
MASON
With Laurel settled with the other women and the weather much improved, we were able to see to tasks that had been set aside. Horses to feed, stalls to muck, tack to mend. Even at the house, wood boxes needed to be filled. We were eating a hasty, cold lunch when we heard the horses. I looked across the table at Brody. His jaw clenched.
We stood in unison, and grabbed our coats. Brody took the rifle from above the door and we met the group of men on horseback. The sun was at our back so they had to squint against the bright snow. There was Sheriff Baker, Nolan Turner and three men I didn't know. The only man with a gun was the sheriff, and his was sticking out the back of his saddlebag.
"Gentlemen," I called out.
Brody stood at my side. "Shit," he muttered.
