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He stood, came over to me and kissed me. As soon as his mouth met mine, every thought was forgotten. His soft lips brushed over mine, once, twice. Then he took it deeper, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands gripped my upper arms and I felt warm all over, this time not from the bathwater. My pussy clenched in memory of what a kiss led to.
When Parker finally lifted his head, I discovered the bath sheet was in a puddle at my feet and I was completely bare to them.
“She doesn’t want to be shaved,” Sully said.
Parker arched a brow. “Oh? Why not?”
The answer was simple to me.
“Why would I?” I replied.
He grinned then, just before he picked me up and laid me on the bed. He stood at the side and with hands on my thighs, tugged me to the very edge. He placed one of my feet on the soft blanket, then the other before kneeling down. Pushing up on my elbows, I looked down my bare body at him. His head was directly in line with my pussy.
He lowered his head then, putting his mouth on me. There!
“Oh my,” I gasped.
The tip of his tongue moved along my seam, then, with his hands on my inner thighs, used his thumbs to spread my lower lips apart. With more intent than gentleness, he licked me. Over my clit, over each fold, then at my entrance.
I raised my hips so he could do that some more, but he lifted his head and grinned. Using the back of his hand, he wiped his mouth, which was slick with… oh. He was slick with my arousal.
“This is why we want you shaved.” Parker held up his hand and Sully handed him the shaving brush. “Just wait. You’ll see. Trust us that you will like it. Love it, in fact.”
“But all of it?” I wondered. Did it all have to go away?
Parker had a thoughtful look as he lightly tugged at my short curls. “I’ll leave a little bit right here. A little pale triangle that points right to my—”
“Our,” Sully corrected.
“Our perfect pussy.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful or not.
“Chloe gave us this, too.” Sully held the plug out for Parker to take and I blushed furiously.
“Sully,” I whimpered.
After placing the shaving cup on the bed beside my thigh, Parker took it, then studied it. From this close, I could see that it was a dark wood, honed smooth. It was big, but it wasn’t too much larger than Sully’s finger.
With the lightest of touches, Parker brushed over my clit, then slid lower, then lower and even lower still to my back entrance. His finger swirled and pressed lightly against me. “Once you’re shaved we’ll put this plug in here. Start your training. You want to take us both, don’t you, sweetheart? One in that hot little pussy and one in your virgin ass.”
“Sit still for Parker, Mary, and when he’s done, when that pussy’s bare and that ass is filled, we’ll let you come,” Sully promised. “You get to decide if it’s with Parker’s mouth or my cock.”
Oh my.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SULLY
Leaving the brothel, when there was a perfectly good bed and a very sated bride, was a hard task. Miss Rose had horses, ready and waiting for us to take to Bridgewater. We’d ridden out with some simple provisions, but it was only a few hours to Bridgewater and we made it—without any issue—by lunchtime. Of course, thinking of Mary’s pussy with a little patch of blond hair, my seed trickling from it, and the dark base of the ass plug parting her cheeks had me hard the entire way. It was an uncomfortable way to travel. I wanted to take Mary right to our home and keep her naked and in bed for at least a week to assuage the need I had for her, but we had to assume Benson would not relent where Mary was concerned.
He did not know more than my last name, so it would take time, even with ample money to put at the task, to find me. Therefore, we had some time, a few days at least, but we would not risk our friends. They needed to know what was most likely coming so the women and children were safe and a plan was in place to end Benson once and for all.
Because of this, we veered from our own house and went right to Ian and Kane’s, where those who were not working met for meals. While there were some surprised faces as we introduced Mary as our bride, everyone was pleased. She’d been whisked into the kitchens with the ladies, and Mason, who was helping with the cooking. At the mention of Mary being a Millard, we’d settled into Kane’s office with the door closed. None of us were afraid of Benson, but he was a real threat.
“He wants Mary,” I said to the group. Besides Parker and Kane, Andrew, Robert and Brody joined us. While not faring from the same country, we were all experienced military men. One rich asshole was an annoyance that had to be dealt with.
“That means he wants you gone,” Kane said. “And I don’t mean run out of the Territory.”
