heard stories about wedding nights where things went terribly wrong, perhaps she had, too. We’d been so gentle with her, she hadn’t even bled, even though I’d been aching to take her hard after I’d first slid into her. Or maybe she was thanking us because we’d married her? She certainly didn’t seem afraid anymore.
Kissing her shoulder, I pushed myself up and looked down at the pretty picture she made.
Her thighs were still spread, knees falling to the sides, nipples and pussy dark pink from use. Mine and William’s combined seed was already starting to seep from her body, a trickle of white against her dark curls.
Calling her beautiful almost didn’t do her justice. She was gorgeous and ours… all ours. The level of possessiveness I felt looking at her was unnerving. I barely knew her, and I would already do anything to keep her safe. I liked to think that was true about any woman, but Sassy had already become monumentally more important to me than anyone else—even Will. From the adoration on his face as he looked at her, I had a feeling he was feeling the same way.
Slightly unnerved, I pulled away from them both.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I said, getting to my feet, only a little unsteady. I needed a minute to compose myself—and Sassy needed to be washed.
A quick dip of a cloth into the basin, I returned to the bed to gently clean Sassy’s swollen folds. She murmured, wincing a little and turning on her side. She would be sore tomorrow. Part of me liked knowing she’d still feel us between her thighs. William had risen as well, cleaning himself with another cloth. He handed me a third when I was done with our wife to use on myself.
“Married,” William said under his breath, a touch of awe in his tone as he looked down at her. I couldn’t stop the smile that curved my lips, and when I looked at him, he had a big, goofy grin on his face.
“Think we need to worry about the man she’s running from?” I asked, turning the question over in my mind. We had not needed to talk to know we’d protect a lady in danger, regardless, but we’d want to set a plan in place. We’d need to get his name as well and a description.
Tonight, she’d been safe enough, and likely, she would be tomorrow, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Don’t know.” William shrugged, his gaze falling back to her where she was already fast asleep, curled up on her side, away from the candlelight. “We should ask if he was from England or New York.”
Farther would be better. Most men would give up, rather than follow a woman this far out west. Sure, there were some who became obsessed, but even those would have to be mightily invested to come this far for a woman. A smart man would cut his losses.
But there were some mighty dumb men out there.
William and I would keep watch. One good thing about living in this area, any strangers arriving, were immediately noticed and remarked upon.
“We’ll find out tomorrow,” I said, climbing into bed next to Sassy. “If he does show his face, it might be the last thing he ever does.”
Our wife sighed in her sleep as William and I bracketed her between us, already protecting her, even though she didn’t need it. Nothing and no one would disturb her rest tonight. Snuggling into us, she sighed again, her body relaxing further as if she’d heard the unspoken promise.
Closing my eyes, for the first time in a long time, I dropped off without any trouble.
5
Sassy
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Waking up with a man in my bed was strange enough, waking up with two of them practically on top of me, I almost giggled once I remembered who they were and why I was in bed with them. I managed to stifle the impulse, not wanting to wake them just yet. I needed a few moments to myself—even if I couldn’t move because William had his arm wrapped around my waist, and Clive’s legs were draped over mine.
My nipples were still sensitive, and there was an ache between my thighs I hadn’t been expecting. Even though it had been a while since I’d plied my former trade, I hadn’t thought my body would have changed much.
Then again, no man had ever made me feel the way they had.
The difference between bedding a man who had paid to