“Aye,” started the fair-haired man, “and we’ll do more than look and imagine. We’ll be the ones who spend a fair amount of time there fucking yer cunny and yer arse to our heart’s content.”
“Caelan bought these for ye, Lizzie, go into that stall and get changed.”
“I won’t.”
“Ye will, or ye’ll get another spanking and ride to our camp in yer chemise and bloomers. Cae is right, ye’ll nay wear trousers anymore.”
Elizabeth snatched the parcel and stomped to the far back stall, followed by the man she now knew as Caelan. Entering the stall, she whirled on him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Gavan’s had his hands on yer naked backside, I think it’s only fair I get a look at ye, as well.”
“Arrrggghhh!” She snarled, turning her back and changing her clothes.
He held out his hand to her.
She flung the trousers in his face.
Like Gavan, he reacted surprisingly fast and in a similar way. He bent her over his thigh and walloped her behind several times.
“Settle down, Lizzie, or ye’ll need more pillows than we have to cushion yer bottom when Gavan takes yer maidenhead.”
He folded the trousers over the stall door, took hold of her upper arm, and led her back to the main portion of the stables where Gavan waited, already seated on his horse.
“Yer right, Gav, she’s got a bountiful arse for spanking. I can only imagine what it’ll be like to fuck. Good thing that, once we’re back at home, I won’t have to imagine it.” He took Elizabeth over to Gavan, grasped her around the waist, and handed her up to him. “Up ye get.”
She struggled and wiggled. The feel of his male member hardening caused a momentary bout of panic, causing her to wriggle and squirm.
“Enough, Lizzie. Either ye ride in front of me sitting in my lap, or face down across it.”
She said nothing but settled.
The other man mounted the buckskin and, picking up the lead of the bay, headed out.
As they rode, Gavan began to unbutton the buttons of her shirt. When she slapped at his hands, he produced a small length of rope and simply bound them behind her back.
“I’ll bet she has beautiful tits,” said Caelan, watching with keen interest as Gavan opened her shirt, unlaced her corset, and pulled her chemise out of the way.
“You can’t,” she hissed. “Not in front of him.”
Both men chuckled.
“Ye’ll find, lass, there’s very little either of us does to ye, that the other isn’t witness to.” He gasped as her bosom sprang free and reached across the distance to trace the area around her nipple that was of a darker hue than the rest of her skin. “So beautiful,” he said in a reverent tone.
“Aye,” said Gavan, huskily, and gathered the hem of her skirt, tucking it into her waist band. As bloomers were not fully enclosed, he had no trouble revealing the mahogany hair at the apex of her thighs, or exposing the nub that resided there.
“Ach, would ye look at her clit? God, it looks to be begging to be sucked.”
Gavan nodded. “Aye, our Lizzie is a sight to behold. I canna waiting to get between her legs and breach her maidenhead while ye hold her still for me.”
“That’s monstrous!” she cried.
“Nay, lass. ‘Tis our way. Gavan will be the one to actually breach your maidenhead, but I will hold ye and add to yer pleasure. We’ll see ye well pleasured this night… and for the rest of yer days. It’s important to both of us that ye be happy.”
He reached out and touched her.
Her response was a sharp inhalation of breath and bucking wildly on Gavan’s lap as Caelan fingered her much as Gavan had done earlier. As much as she didn’t want it to, she had to admit it felt wonderful. She closed her eyes.
“Ye will watch him pleasure ye, Lizzie. Open yer eyes.”
She didn’t want to, but she did. She couldn’t help but watch. She watched as he circled her clit with his fingertips and played with her wet lips, gently tracing the entrance to her core. Elizabeth wondered at her own wanton response to his bold caresses.
After a few moments, Gavan untied her hands and allowed her to arrange her clothing.
3
ELIZABETH
“I hadn’t expected ye to be gone all afternoon,” said Gavan to his partner.
“Well, while you were persuading our bride to take her vows, I was trying to make tonight a bit easier on the lass. I don’t know about ye, but I intend to see our marriage consummated before the sunrise.”
“What do you mean ‘our bride’?” Elizabeth asked, remembering something Gavan had said before they were wed.
Caelan chuckled. “I wondered if he’d shared that information with ye. To tell the truth, Lizzie, ye’ve now got not just one husband, but two. When ye took yer vows to Gavan, they applied to me, as well.”
“Who are you?”
“Lizzie, this is Caelan MacAllister, yer other husband. I mentioned him briefly right before I had to spank ye.”
“Gavan, did ye really have to spank her?”
“Aye. She had no intention of behaving, and she needs to learn to mind. She’s got a glorious arse, Cae, round and firm and a beautiful ivory.”
“Hmm. Well, ye could have waited until I was there.”
Gavan laughed, and the other man grinned before continuing, “Our Lizzie is a naughty thing. I suspect ye’ll see me paddle her quite often, and will probably have to do so, yerself. She’s nay of the mind to be a sweet and biddable bride, are ye, Lizzie? The judge performed the one legally binding ceremony between you and me. But you are bound just as tightly to Caelan as ye are to me. If you are married to one of us, ye are married to the other, as well.”
Caelan held up his hand, “See? I have a matching wedding band.”
She shook her head, her hair spilling
