Their Perfect Bride, page 9
“Ride me,” Jesse said with a groan.
Gladly, she lifted my leg over him and climbed on top, her hands resting on his chest. Leaning on him, she realized the strength of Jesse. Even with a bad shoulder, he was all man. Powerful and seductive. Her man.
The bed shifted and Alex climbed behind her. His tongue caressed her cheeks. Sliding down, he licked her clit before he sucked it into his mouth. A groan escaped her and she pushed back, needing more of his tongue, but he pushed her toward Jesse’s cock.
“I need your pussy gripping me when I bury my cock deep inside you.”
And she could hardly wait to have him deep inside her. She rose above Jesse and then slid down over his hard cock, sliding inside her eager wet pussy. At the feel of him, she leaned back as she went lower and lower until she hit his pelvis. The feel of his long, hard cock, snug in her pussy was almost enough to send her over the edge. The plug in her ass was tight against him.
All the pleasure from before returned like a hurricane battering her with greedy lust. She gasped. Filled with cock and the plug, she was so full, so tight, and yet she wanted more.
She wanted Alex.
She began to move up and down on Jesse’s rigid member, rubbing her clit, needing to ride the pleasure building inside her.
Alex’s hand caressed her buttocks, his hand rubbing her ass, pressing her toward Jesse.
As she hovered over Jesse’s chest, her nipples brushed against his hair, rubbing and abrading them. He gripped her face and kissed her. A moan escaped her as their tongues tangled and still she wanted more.
She wanted both of her men.
Alex pulled the plug from her ass with one hand while the other one fondled her clit. When the plug came free, she felt like she was opened wide, empty and bereft. A moan escaped her.
Leaning over, she felt the flared head of Alex’s hard cock press against her trained ass. Slick and hot, the pressure of his invasion grew. Slowly he pushed his rock hard cock into her, filling her. Her body surrendered, the tight ring of muscle giving way as his cock slid deeply inside her.
Taking a breath, she moaned as he moved in farther, then retreated, the feel of him hard and thick and so wonderful filled her.
A hot rush of desire raced through her as she accepted him into her body, loving the feel of both men. Pinned between them, she whimpered at how they controlled her completely. They began to move, and she gasped, crying out at the rush of feelings.
First, Jesse, then Alex, each pushing her closer and closer to the edge as they retreated and then filled her over and over. Between them, they maneuvered her body bringing them to the brink of pleasure.
Alex pounded into her with Jesse retreating. Between these two men was where she belonged. Here was her life. She needed the two of them to fuck her. To claim her. To make her theirs.
They were her men. Her husbands, her lovers.
“Please, can I come,” she cried, knowing she couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Never forget, you are ours,” Jesse gasped. “Yes, sweetheart, you can come.”
“Milk my cock. Take it deep and squeeze it,” Alex cried.
With a bright burst of light, a scream tore through her throat as she squeezed and held her men, working the seed from their bodies. They were hers and she was theirs.
Pleasure filled her and their hot seed coated her insides. First, Jesse, and then Alex, as they held her between them, their cocks buried deep inside her.
No barriers remained between them. They had marked her, made her theirs.
Breathing heavily, they reluctantly pulled free from her, but held her between them. Slowly, they returned to normal, but she knew nothing would ever be the same. Her life with her husbands was perfect in every sense of the word.
They were not perfect men, but they were hers and she was their bride. Together they would face life and build a family here in Bridgewater.
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Lillian Bradley sat astride a large red mare, gazing out at Texas’s rolling hills, counting the cattle for a third time. Someone was stealing her cows.
With a sigh, her eyes roamed across the land she loved. All this acreage, cattle, goats, horses, and even a bunch of chickens, but they were all she had. Lilly was alone.
Yellow fever had raced through her family, killing everyone but herself. Alone, she didn’t understand how she had survived, but here she was with a large ranch and no one to help her with the many chores and responsibilities.
Some days, it was more than a body could bear, but she refused to give it up.
Dust rose in the distance and she watched as a rider rode toward her. As the stranger drew closer, a groan rose in her throat. Jim White of the Big W Ranch, her neighbor, was coming for a visit.
The man owned the largest spread in this section of Texas and was known for his shady deals, swindling, and even his prostitutes.
Her hand lingered on the rifle she had become accustomed to being at her side.
He pulled his horse up beside her. “Good morning, Miss Bradley. How are you today?”
She turned and gave him an irritated frown. The wind blew her blonde hair into her face and she brushed it back. “Someone is stealing my cattle.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “You know, a pretty young woman like yourself shouldn’t be worrying over lost cattle.”
“Maybe not, but yellow fever didn’t give me much choice.”
Her mare shimmied nervously, her paws dancing, eager to get away.
“Let me buy the ranch from you. Or even better, have you considered my son Matt? You are of marrying age. We could combine our land together into one big family ranch.”
Like hell. She would shoot herself before she’d marry his weasel son.
“Thank you, but I’m not selling my family’s land. Their deaths will not be in vain. As for marrying your son, no thank you.”
It was all she could do to keep from screaming oh hell no. Not Matt White, a mean, cussing, tobacco spitting boy who knew his father would always get him out of trouble.
Mr. White’s face turned red and his lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t care. “A young woman should not be running a ranch.”
“And yellow fever should not have killed my family.” She sighed and turned to him. “For the last six months, I’ve taken care of this ranch and I plan on continuing. Need to find a new helper since Mr. Bennett disappeared.”
The man was like family and she was so disappointed he left her when she needed him the most. For nearly fifteen years, the man worked on the ranch and then one day, he just vanished.
“Miss Bradley,” Jim said, his voice coaxing and gentle. “I could take the worry off your hands. You would be free to be the young woman you long to be.”
It was true that she pined to have a carefree life again. One where all she had to worry about was helping her mother with dinner or the laundry. Where her grandmother baked a cake every week. Her grandfather and she went fishing when the weather permitted. But those days were gone. Stolen from her by a hideous disease.
“I’m so glad you came by, Mr. White. If you know anything about who might be taking my cattle, tell them I’m a fine shot with a rifle and I will not hesitate to kill them. Also, if you see my helper, Mr. Bennett, tell him I would like to talk with him about increasing his salary.”
Often times, she worried something had happened to Mr. Bennett. Because she didn’t think he would have left without saying goodbye. At least, she hoped not.
“Will do, Miss Bradley. You think about my offer. I’m willing to give you top dollar for your ranch.”
Top dollar, her ass. The man was a known cheat and would not give her anything for the Rockin’ B Ranch. Over the years, her father had complained how when times got bad, Ole Jim was there to steal the property for little or nothing from the ranchers in dire straits.
“Good day, Mr. White.”
It was a clear signal for him to leave. She had an appointment with the banker later today and she needed to be riding into town but would wait until he was out of sight. Though she doubted he would do something, she could see him setting fire to the house to force her to sell.
The man was a vulture of the worst kind. Preying on the weak and, right now, she was in his sights.
What she needed was a husband. Someone to help her with the ranch. To keep rustlers from cutting the fence and stealing her herd. Someone to fill the house with love and laughter. Someone to help her create her own family.
The big house was empty and creaked and moaned at night. Fear had her sleeping on the horsehair couch her mother had been so proud of.
While she had managed on her own for six months, it was time for her to fill her bed. Someone to teach her the ways between a man and a woman. Someone to scratch this itch she knew only a man could fulfill. And she wanted someone to love her and the Rockin’ B.
Glancing down at the dress she wore, she’d donned her prettiest. This morning she bathed, fixed her hair with the hot iron, and made certain she looked her best.
She knew what she had to do. After she went to the bank, she planned on talking to the preacher about any eligible young men who might be interested in her as a wife.
It was time to go husband hunting. It was time to find herself a man.
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