The Badger City Gang [Bride Train 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

The men were so tall that they would have to crouch in the loft, even at the highest point. There were bound to be times when she wanted to be by herself, and this would be perfect. The space would also do to store light, bulky things that needed to be kept dry. Strands of garlic twists, for instance. She wrinkled her nose. Maybe that wouldn’t do if she wanted to sleep here.

Kate returned to the stove and the frugal meal. She had little to offer but her ability to work and plan. And entertain the men. A flush rose up her body at the thought of what might happen that evening. She thrust it away before her imagination ran away with her lust. They wanted a strong worker and a willing bed partner. She could be both for now.

She took advantage of the solitude and stepped outside. Small sets of mountains rose to both the north and south, creating a horseshoe-shaped valley. She couldn’t see the road Zach said was on the north side of the ranch because of rolling hills between the cabin and floor of the valley. He had said there was a town somewhere down there as well. There were few trees near the cabin, just large shrubs growing where they could find a roothold.

She put her hand over her eyes to look west, into the sun. There had to be a spring, and hopefully a springhouse, somewhere near to keep things cold. She didn’t want to go too far without knowing more of the dangers, and the barn blocked her view. The wind whipped toward her, bringing the sound of deep male laughter.

A wave of heat consumed her. Gideon had gained pleasure from her, but not the other two. Her pussy swelled again, even though it had only been hours since she found rapture with Gideon. If they were to share the one bed tonight, surely at least two McInnes men would want to pleasure her. As she hurried inside, her damp thighs rubbed against her pussy lips, already swollen from eagerness. Her bottom cheeks rubbed as well, bringing a much less pleasant feeling. The arousal was worth the discomfort.

By the time the men entered the cabin her stomach was fluttering. They ate quickly, complimenting her and giving heated looks that made her blush. Gideon lit a lantern and hung it over the table before they went out to feed the animals and do whatever evening chores were required. As the cabin had no windows to the west, she needed the light to see.

She jumped when the door finally opened. Zach carried an extra lantern, which he set on the table with a thump. Her eyes darted to Rusty and Gideon, standing behind him. All three had their feet set and arms crossed. She couldn’t miss the bulges in their pants. Her breath hitched, and her nipples scraped against her dress as they hardened.

“Come here, Kate.”

Zach followed his order by crooking his finger at her. He pointed to the table, still a bit damp from her scrubbing. She pressed one hand to her chest and took a step back. It wasn’t that she was afraid of them, not really. But they looked so big, and the intensity reflected in their faces and bodies overwhelmed her. She’d never been faced with so much masculinity in her life. A thrill raced through her, bringing chills and heat in equal measure.

“Now, Kate.”

“Why? What do you want?”

She would not go without a fight even though she knew she’d never be able to overpower one of them, much less three.

“I want to check your sores.”

“But they’re on my…” She gulped. Three equally wicked grins appeared.

“You’re wearing a new dress. I expect that means you washed up some.”

Zach stated the obvious. She nodded, unable to speak.

“You put any liniment on after you dressed?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know where it was.”

“Then I guess we’d better take care of that right now. Gideon?”

The youngest, and tallest, reached for a shelf far higher than her head and took down a tin. The rogue had put it where she would never find it! She held out her hand, wiggling her fingers to silently demand Gideon give it to her. He winked and set it in Zach’s palm instead.

“Now that we’ve got us a woman, we’ll be taking care of you,” said Gideon.

“I can take care of myself,” she insisted.

“You got enough gumption that you just might,” said Rusty, “but we can make you feel a whole lot better.” He winked and flicked his tongue. “Inside, and out.”

“Don’t make me come get you, Kate,” warned Zach.

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” she shot back.

“That’s right,” said Zach. “I bet you’d like a bit of a spanking followed by some kissing. Get your bottom all red and hot, and your pussy’d be purring like the wildcat you are. I hear that’s how the men around here keep their women in line.”

Gideon choked. He stared at his brother. “That true?”

Zach nodded without moving his eyes from hers. “There’s eight ranches in this valley, each run by three men. Most of them have wives just as uppity as Kate here. A couple have pushed their husbands so hard they got spanked right in the middle of town. Didn’t lift their skirts, of course, but I expect that happened as soon as they got near enough to home that the men could finish the job.”

Kate gasped, imagining herself, naked, lying across Zach’s equally naked lap. Imagined his cock straining under her body while his hand caressed her bottom as he planned where to place the next tap. Her heart thudded at the thought of being dominated in such a way. Not with real pain, but with just enough to excite her, knowing that he would never hurt her.

It wasn’t fear that had her body on fire, but something far more ominous. It was eager desire wanting to fan those flames. She wanted to taunt him, to push him past his limits and make him show how strong he was. Strong, yet totally in charge of himself. This would prove whether she could trust him to keep control. If so, she could struggle in his hands as much as she liked, fighting to escape, and he would carefully hold her.

Father had icy control, but no passion. She wanted both.

“You’re not my husband,” she squeaked. “You don’t have the right to lay a hand on me.”

“Ain’t a right, darlin’. It’s a pleasure.”

She shot Rusty a look. He laughed.

“Not now,” said Zach. “Tonight you need liniment on your saddle sores and a massage to work out the knots in your muscles.” He pointed again to the spot between his feet and the table. “Now, Kate.”

He could have grabbed her at any moment and forced her to do what he wanted. Any of them could. But he waited for her to make up her mind. If she wanted to fight and play, he was ready, but they both knew she could use soothing more than wrestling.

“I’m only doing this because I’m sore,” she said. She set her shoulders back, knowing it would thrust her breasts forward, and sashayed around the table to stand in front of Zach. She looked up at him. His blue eyes almost glowed in the lamplight.

“Turn around and put your hands on the table,” he quietly ordered.

She took her time turning and resting her thighs against the edge of the table. She settled her palms flat on the scrubbed surface. Just for fun, she wiggled her bottom a bit to get comfortable. The inhaled gasps made it worthwhile.

Zach set the tin on the table beside her and slowly lifted her skirt. Her face flamed as she felt the fabric rise up the back of her legs as he caught it in his fingers. He folded it across her back, baring her from waist to stockings. She felt a breeze across her bottom, but it didn’t cool her down.

Gideon took the lantern off the table and held it so they could see. She heard someone gulp. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a big hand take the lid off the liniment and scoop up a fingerful.

“Now that’s one fine ass,” said Rusty, releasing a tight breath. “I’ll hold her cheeks apart so you can rub it in.”

A set of hot palms were placed on her back cheeks. They gently stretched her apart. She hissed when the cool salve touched her sores.

“That’s it, Gideon, rub it in while I distract her.”

She heard a belt being unbuckled and clothing rearranged. Then the smooth, blunt head of a cock slid over her pussy to her clit, and back. She closed her thighs around it, squeezing it closer to the flesh she wanted rubbed. Zach chuckled and kept up his rhythm, back and forth. She concentrated on the way his cock rubbed against her lips instead of the sting of the salve. But it wasn’t enough. When he pulled back, she arched her back and shifted her legs apart. His cock slid right where she wanted.

“Mm, that feels good.” She sighed. He pulsed forward, farther each time, until his balls rested against the back of her thighs. She expected her cheeks to be released, but instead a finger slid over her bottom from her back and down. It slowly circled her anus as Zach stayed still, breathing deeply.

“Use lard, not liniment, so it won’t sting,” she heard someone whisper.

Gideon darted around the table, grabbed something, and came back. A moment later a finger breached her bottom. She shuddered at the sensation of delicious penetration. Zach began moving again, in and out, slow and powerful. The finger kept up the same rhythm.

Rusty released her cheeks. He leaned across the table and kissed her. He nipped her lip and she opened up. He caressed her breasts through her thin dress, catching her nipples between his fingers.

“Not good enough,” he growled, and unbuttoned her dress right to her waist. He pushed it off her shoulders and helped release her arms while Zach and Gideon waited. When she was naked to the waist, her hair still tied up snug, Rusty palmed her breasts with his rough palms.

That was the signal for the other two to continue. Zach held her hips to pump deeper and faster. Gideon added a second wonderfully invasive finger, still thrusting to Zach’s rhythm. Rusty took control of her breasts, her mouth, her neck. He kissed, nuzzled, and nipped his way over her skin. Tension coiled up her spine. Zach’s rough breath panted behind her. Rusty murmured, his words part curse and part encouragement.

She arched her back as her orgasm neared. Everyone sped up, going harder, and faster. Gideon twisted his fingers inside her bottom. She clamped down on Zach’s cock. He roared her name as he pounded into her.

She vaguely noticed that Rusty’s hands had disappeared from her breasts, and that her pussy felt empty before they were back. Only it was Zach kissing her, and Rusty’s wider cock stretching her just a bit more than before. Zach sucked her entire breast into his mouth and caught her nipple between his teeth. The sharp touch sent her to a new level. She shuddered, teetering on the brink. Gideon stretched her bottom even more and she shattered.

Gideon lazed in bed the next morning, something he couldn’t remember doing before. He was on the outside with Zach snoring beside him. Next was Kate, then Rusty, and the wall. They had to get a bigger bed, one that didn’t sag so much. Though tallest, he was about twenty pounds lighter than Zach and Rusty, and didn’t like waking up rolled against them. If Kate was the one snuggled up to him he wouldn’t mind the sag at all. But there was only one of her and three of them. She couldn’t sleep beside him every night.

He saw Kate stir but didn’t move. His cock was already in its usual morning state, hard and ready to go. Normally it would go down after a bit so he could take a leak. Having Kate share their bed, and remembering what they’d done before they slept, meant his cock wasn’t going to relax any time soon. It hurt like heck, but if Kate was thinking of repeating a certain few hours, he’d put up with any pain.

“Mornin’, darlin’.”

The rough drawl was Rusty, of course. Zach rolled over, elbowing Gideon in the process. Gideon grunted and sat up. Rusty lay on his side, spooned against Kate’s ass. Gideon climbed out of bed and stretched. There wasn’t enough room to do it lying down.

“If this ain’t the best way of wakin’ up, I don’t know what is.” Rusty’s top arm came over her shoulder and cupped her breast. She bit her lip, blushing.

“Doing what we did before bed,” said Zach, rolling to his feet. “But we’ve taken enough time for fun. There’s work to do.”

Kate pulled the quilt around her. She closed her eyes as they dressed, wincing as they carefully stowed their erect cocks. Rusty warned Gideon with a scowl not to interfere, put one knee on the bed, leaned over, and gently kissed Kate’s forehead. Though Rusty acted like he was tough and didn’t care about a hill of beans, Gideon knew otherwise. On the long trail north Rusty had gone off one day and came back with a kitten. He carried the little beast around with him until he found a good home for it. Gideon dang near got a black eye when he asked about it. Yeah, Rusty could be caring. He just didn’t like anyone knowing it.

Zach, of course, had to show up Rusty’s kiss. He lay on the bed beside Kate, fully dressed except boots and hat, and angled his face to meet hers. Disgusted at not getting a chance while he could, Gideon turned away to do something useful. He heard murmurs but kept his back to the three of them as he stirred up the stove, filled the kettle, and put it on to heat.

“We’ll stay away half an hour or so,” Gideon said to Kate. “That long enough for you to get breakfast going?”

She nodded, still flushed from their kisses or embarrassment. She looked so good lying in their bed, her dark brown hair spread around her, that Gideon wanted to dive right back in. But it wasn’t to be, not now. If they played their cards right, they might convince her to stay on forever. That was a job for another day.

The three of them stomped into their boots, slapped hats on their heads, and headed to the barn for morning chores. But this morning was different. They had a pretty woman making breakfast while they worked. One who would welcome them back with a kiss.

Or, if he was lucky, one whole heck more.

* * * *

Kate sighed in relief when the door closed behind them. She heard them arguing, something about a wild horse needing riding and who was the best man for the job. As soon as their voices faded, she slid out of bed. Her face and ears burned from embarrassment, but her nipples peaked from the kisses Rusty and Zach had given her.

They didn’t seem at all changed this morning, but she knew she’d never be the same. As soon as someone put together her kidnapping from the Bride Train and arrival here, wherever that was, she would be branded a loose woman. She’d spent a night under the same roof as three known bachelors. Even if no one knew what happened between them, it didn’t matter. Her reputation was ruined.