As we stood there, Shane still holding my chin, the words he’d said started to sink in. I’ve given my heart to you, echoed in my head. He had? Already? A slow smile crept across my face. “So you really do care about me then?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“You’re ours. Of course I do.” Shane squeezed my chin then let me go.
“So do I,” Roscoe’s deep voice rumbled from behind me.
“How did I get so lucky?” I asked, not quite daring to believe that everything was working out so well. I was afraid that any minute I would wake up, realize this was all a dream, and Mr. Yates was still there, waiting for me.
“You’re maybe not as lucky as you think.” Roscoe’s voice broke into my thoughts. “You will have to work hard. There’s a lot of work to be done on our small ranch. I’ll teach you, but I’ll expect you to be working by my side.”
“And I’ll want your help down at the smithy sometimes too,” Shane added.
“I’m not afraid of hard work,” I declared. I didn’t think I was, anyway. But I didn’t know for sure. I’d never done any hard work in my life! The gentle way I’d been raised in Philadelphia hadn’t prepared me at all for a life in the wilds of the Montana Territory. “But you’ll have to teach me what to do.”
“We’ll teach you,” Shane confirmed.
“We’ll take great pleasure in teaching you,” Roscoe added. “And we will delight in assisting you in dressing each morning.” He winked. “And in undressing you at night.”
A little thrill went through me.
“But right now we’re going to take our beautiful new bride out to eat.”
My hands flew to my head. My hair! At least that was one thing I knew how to do for myself – pin up my hair. I’d never liked the maids doing my hair. No matter how gentle they said they were, they always managed to pull it until my scalp burned.
“Your hair is lovely as it is,” Shane said.
“No!” I looked at them in horror. “I can’t go out with my hair like this, it isn’t proper! It’s scandalous! I look like a prostitute!”
Shane and Roscoe both chuckled. They reacted the same way so often that I was beginning to wonder if they could read each other’s minds. They took my hands and tugged them away from my hair, tucking my hands under their arms, trapping me between them.
“What will people say?” I tried again, struggling to free my hands, but my husbands’ held me fast.
“You are to please us,” Roscoe said. “It doesn’t matter what people say; you are ours. And we like your hair just the way it is.”
“Roscoe’s right,” Shane said. “You’re beautiful. Leave your hair. I like it.”
“Do you really think I look pretty like this?” I asked shyly, feeling a light flush spread across my cheeks. Happiness danced inside of me. I wanted to please my men, of course I did. But it was hard to go against everything I had been taught. I’d never seen a married woman without her hair pinned up before. “Yes,” Roscoe and Shane both assured me, patting my hands. Another identical reaction, I thought. Sometimes, it was almost as if my men were one. Together, we walked out into the bright sunlight of the street and down the wooden boardwalk to the restaurant.
10
SHANE
After our meal, Elise walked between us back to the motel and I knew it was time to introduce our new bride to something new. She needed to learn what a Bridgewater marriage really meant – how to take two cocks at once. I patted my pocket, checking that the glass plug Ian had given me was still there. In my saddlebag was a small jar of thick oil to help make insertion easier. My cock hardened at the thought of embedding the small plug deep in Elise’s ass. It wasn’t enough that I had been first to claim her pussy. I wanted to plunder both her holes.
Roscoe bolted the door. I patted the end of the bed. “Come here my love and bend over for me. Your training to please us is about to begin.”
She looked at me, confused.
“You have two husbands,” I pointed out. “We will both want to fuck you at once. Training will make it easier for you.”
Her face paled. I watched as her eyes darted around the room, looking for escape. Her gaze settled on Roscoe, her eyes silently pleading with him to rescue her.
“It’s not so bad,” Roscoe told her. “Some women say it’s quite enjoyable.”
She swallowed. “What… what are you going to do to me?” Her voice was small, laced with confusion. Did she really not know? What had they taught her at that expensive-sounding finishing school she’d gone to? Certainly nothing that would be useful to her out here.
I fished the plug out of my pocket and held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“You want… to put that… that thing… inside me? Inside my bottom?” she stammered, her voice not much more than a pitiful squeak.
“Yes,” I replied simply.
“No!” she shook her head defiantly and took a step back, straight into Roscoe’s arms. “No! You’re not coming near me with that thing!”
“Yes,” I said again. “If your body gets used to opening up for the plug, it will be much easier for you to take our cocks back there. Otherwise it might be hard for you. Painful.”
“No.” She shook her head again, more vigorously this time. “Absolutely not! I will not have that… that abomination in me! Never!”
“You will,” I insisted. And she would. I had already told her that I wanted an obedient wife. And Roscoe had even less time for argumentative women than I did. Already, I could see him flexing his hands as he held Elise wrapped in one arm.
