But which husband would I be willing to give up having another wife to talk to? William, with his gentle hands, immediate trust, and open emotions, or Clive, with his rough caresses, suspicious looks, and grumpy demeanor?
I looked at them, both men sighing happily as they sat back in their chairs, their plates cleared of all food.
Neither.
I wouldn’t want to give up either; I wanted both, felt attached to both of them. How that had happened so quickly, I did not know.
As if they felt me contemplating them, they lifted their gazes, eyes hot with interest, and my cheeks flushed. They made me feel so… so much. I did not even have the word to describe the emotion fluttering through my chest. I also didn’t know what to say when they were looking at me as though they wanted to eat me up the way they just had their dinner.
“I, uh… did you enjoy your dinner?” I asked lamely, feeling more than a little foolish. I truly wanted to know, though, which was why the question had popped into my mind.
“Very much,” William said, smiling widely. “That was delicious.”
Clive nodded in agreement, his expression more sober, but I’d noticed he did not smile much, regardless. I smiled back at both of them, basking in the praise.
“Tomorrow, I’ll have dessert,” I promised. I’d seen flour, sugar, eggs, and apples in the pantry. It had been years since I’d made a pie, but I thought I still remembered how.
“I think we can still have dessert tonight,” William said, his grin widening, heat flaring in his eyes. He pushed his chair back, holding out his hand to me. Confusion flared as I placed my fingers in his. I hadn’t seen anything, and I certainly hadn’t made anything suitable dessert.
“He’s talking about you, Sassy.” Clive chuckled, taking my other hand, standing as well. “You’re going to be our dessert.”
Me?
I didn’t have time to respond before William was tugging me into his arms. This kiss was not as gentle as his previous ones. It was eager and possessive, demanding a response. Clive moved in behind me, pressing a hot kiss to the back of my neck, just under where my hair was wound into a bun on the back of my head.
Heat and need sizzled through me, my senses tingling to life as I was surrounded by their hard bodies.
Oh… I’m the dessert.
Now I understood.
Clive
* * *
After a long day on the ranch, coming home to a well-made dinner and a beautiful wife was even more satisfying than I could have imagined. Now, with Sassy caught between us and my cock already aching to be inside of her, I knew tonight was going to be one to remember—our first night on the ranch with our wife.
My cock ground against the soft curves of her bottom as I held her in place for William, dropping my own kisses along the back of her neck, the curve of her ear, teasing her while he claimed her lips. Watching them together provoked both envy and arousal—not jealousy. No, I liked to watch them kiss… but I also wanted to be part of it.
When William lifted his head, he smiled down at her before turning her my way, so I could have my turn. Instead, I scooped her up in my arms like a bride. Surprised, William stepped back.
“Since William got to carry you over the threshold of our house, I think it’s my turn to carry you over the threshold to our bedroom,” I said, swinging her around and leading the way.
“I’ve already been in there today,” she pointed out, wrapping her arms around my neck. The feel of her slim fingers against my throat sent a shiver through me.
“That didn’t count,” I said, shaking my head. “Now, we’re going to properly christen the room.” Behind me, William chuckled. I carried Sassy like she was the Queen of England, gently letting her feet drop to the floor and holding her against me as she slid down.
That’s where I took my kiss from her, pillaging her mouth with all the hot need running through me. Sassy whimpered against my lips, pressing against me, much bolder than she had been the night before. Male satisfaction surged.
She wanted me.
Us.
Wanted this.
We’d made her feel good the night before, and now she wanted more—exactly the way we’d hoped she would.
Sassy was a sensual woman despite her buttoned-up dress. She had been trying to hide her light—no wonder, with a man she didn’t want chasing after her—but William and I wanted to see that light. She needn’t show it to anyone else. We would make her glow for us and us alone.
Caressing and kissing her, we passed her back and forth, taking turns holding and kissing her breathless while the other undressed her. Each piece of clothing that fell to the floor left her a little more naked, making my cock throb harder until we finally had her completely nude between us.
“So beautiful,” William murmured, spinning her back to me again, his eyes wandering over her form and appreciating the sight of both her front and her back—especially her back. Eventually, we would have her between us, taking her at the same time, but that would have to wait. She wasn’t ready to know about that yet.
Besides, we had other things to teach her tonight.
“Yes, she is,” I agreed, pulling her to me. She tilted her head back, ready for my kiss. Kissing her deeply and thoroughly, making her squirm against my cock gave William the chance to get undressed.
We’d flipped a coin earlier today to see who would have her mouth and who would have her pussy tonight. It had felt a bit crass, but the reason was sound—we didn’t want her to be too sore after last night, so we would take turns the next few nights until she was more used to our nightly attentions.
Sassy
* * *
When Clive turned me around to face William, he was already naked, sitting on the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly fisting himself while he watched us kiss. His eyes glinting with appreciation, he smiled at me, a hot, lazy smile that turned my already roiling insides over.
“Come here, beautiful,” he said, swinging his legs onto the bed and leaning back against the headboard. He held out his free hand. “You wanted to try using your mouth this morning, well here’s your chance.”
I took a small step toward him, my mind racing. I was very good at using my mouth, but I shouldn’t be so good, right? I tried to think back to my early days at Mrs. Burk’s house. This had always been a chore, but one I had become accomplished at.
Faced with a man who I actually wanted to pleasure for myself rather than to earn my keep, it was hard knowing I could not show him the full extent of my skill. I remembered my initial distaste, how my jaw ached. Gagging. I doubted William would slap me if I accidentally used my teeth, but I didn’t want to, but wouldn’t a woman who didn’t know what she was doing?
How ironic that I was standing in front of a man I desired, my mouth actually watering, wanting to give him all the pleasure I could… but doing so would likely make him turn from me in disgust.
“Feeling shy now?” Clive asked, chuckling in my ear. His hand on my back moved me forward, gently but firmly. “Go on, sweetheart. William will guide you.”
He gave my bottom a little smack, and I jumped in surprise. It stung but didn’t truly hurt. Still, I shot him a dark look over my shoulder as I rubbed the spot where he’d swatted me. Clive just chuckled.