I couldn't help but look at him as soon as he did. His face betrayed nothing. But my eye caught a motion at his middle and I couldn't help but look down there either. Well in his trousers, his manhood had arisen, holding up the fabric of them like a tent pole. The thing looked quite thick from what I saw and my mind immediately drifted to imagining him between my legs, the way Austin had been in my fantasy, and that thick thing at my entrance, pushing me apart, slick with my wetness...
When I looked back up at him, he was watching me. He had seen me looking at him, looking at it and I blushed again with embarrassment.
"You've not been with a man before," Austin's voice came softly from my other side. I turned my head and couldn't help but glance down at his middle, where his manhood, of similar proportions had awakened as well. I shook my head shyly, turning my eyes down towards the ground. Cole still had his hand firmly on my cheek, and I began to feel it drift towards my middle. The tension came back to my body as the tips of his fingers touched the flesh of my center lips. He was my husband too...they were his now as much as they were mine.
"You enjoyed that?" Cole asked quietly. I immediately looked at him and shot him a scowl but there was no hiding the way my body had reacted to his firm discipline. When he came to my wetness, I sucked in a breath, never having felt anyone's touch but my own in that place. I looked up at Cole, the question still hanging in the air between us. I nodded slowly, holding his gaze. He glanced at Austin as did I.
"It's traditional to wait until the evening to consummate the marriage," he said in a deep, low voice, "that's the Ironwood way. Now, will you do your husbands bidding and go into the house?" Austin brought a finger to my chin and lifted it up just until I was looking into his eyes.
In that moment, some strange sensation rocked me. Never having followed any man's orders, the promise of his firm hand on my body once again drove me from the instinct to rebel and into my first taste of submission. I nodded again softly as my eyes fluttered. I saw a smile curl the strong corners of Austin's mouth and felt Cole's hands release me. Pulling up the dress I'd been disrobed of, I quickly mounted the steps to the house and went to the cupboards to see what there was that I could prepare for my two, new men.
Chapter 9: The wedding night
I spent the rest of the day restoring order to the house that had been ransacked. Cole rode to return Rebecca's horse, with instructions to apologize to her father for the trouble. As I went about my chores, I would catch glimpses of Austin through the window, mending a fence or carrying bales of hay. I would often stop and stare at him in the bright sunlight, my body reacting the same way it had when the two men had laid there hands on my bare backside, the tender trickle of wetness running through the locks of the hair between my legs and spilling down the inside of my thigh.
It was hard to concentrate on anything but the anticipation I felt at the coming night ahead. When Cole got back, I stared at the two of them as they talked, the sun already low over the mountains in the west. After we'd eaten dinner and darkness had fallen, we sat at the table, the three of us with my own heart pounding in my chest.
Austin rambled on for some time about this and that, things that needed to get done on the farm, fences that needed mending and his plan purchasing a small herd of cattle. Cole simply sat there, staring off into the distance like he had much better things to think about. Then, somewhat suddenly, Austin's voice trailed off and the two men looked at me with deep, piercing gazes. I felt those looks travel all the way through my body and to its core. With my pulse thundering through my veins, I couldn't hold their stares, but looked down at the table, unsure of what to expect.
I didn't expect to be lifted off of my chair and swept into my bedroom. I looked at Austin whose arms I was in and there must have been fear in my wide eyes because he smiled ever so gently and whispered a consolation.
The light of the candle went out as Cole blew it out and followed us and the only way to see anything was by the pale blue light of the moon coming through my bedroom window. Austin put me down gently on the bed and stood back, surveying his new bride. I lay, trying to control my breathing as Cole stepped into the room and walked slowly around the other side of the bed. Both of them began unbuttoning their shirts slowly and all I could do was watch and feel the ache between my legs swell.
When they took their shirts off, I nearly fainted. Not that I had any experience but the sight of my new husband's sculpted chests sent a shudder of pleasure through me at the thought that soon their skin would be touching mine,
