Boxed Set: Innocent Immigrant (21 page)

“Sit, Ari,” I said, noticing Griff’s eyes widen at the force of my words. “I’ve made an apple pudding and baked custard.” I knew this was the men’s favourite dessert. “You might each be lucky enough to have some once you’ve heard me out.”

I stacked the plates on the bench then went to the door, locked it and with some ceremony, ensuring both men were watching, I slipped the key into the bodice of my chemise.

“There is only one way to get the key,” I told them. It was nonsense, of course; either of the men could easily overpower me and take the key or simply leave through the other door. It was a symbolic move, as much to hold their attention and make a point as it was to prevent them leaving the house.

Ari looked uncomfortable, and Griff looked bemused.

I returned to my seat at the table. “When I came to this house, I agreed to marry two men because I believed you both when you insisted that was your wish and the way of this town. Now one of my men is breaking my heart, not because he has rejected me but because he won’t tell me why. It saddens me you have removed yourself from our bed, Ari, and removed your affection from me. To continue to live like this is intolerable, and if we can’t find a solution, tonight, I will book passage on the next steamer to Auckland.”

Griff opened his mouth to speak, but Ari was first to get his words out. “Keiti, I have taken my leave of the bed so that I can give proper consideration to our situation.”

I had startled at his using the same pronunciation of my name as Maraea did rather than the British version.

“You have my heart,” he continued, “as I have part of yours. But if I return to our marriage bed, there will always be the risk that the time will come when I won’t be able to maintain my control during our acts of love and that you will carry my child.”

“Nothing would please me more than to carry the child of either of my husbands. My love for you both is equal, and any child that results will be a gift.”

“No...you don’t understand. I don’t want to be responsible for creating another mixed-race child who will belong neither here nor there.” He gesticulated with his hand to some far-off place, his expression filled with hurt.

Griff spoke up. “And nor will you, Ari. Any child of our union will have two fathers and one mother. Our children will be treated equally, and I would look upon a child fathered by you as my own son or daughter, as I know you would do the same. It is up to us to make sure all of our children identify with their forebears and that they know all of our histories—their history—and assume it is as their own.”

I jumped when Ari struck his fist on the table.

“Neither of you truly understand what you are intending. It is always more difficult for a mixed-race child, and I’m sure if you understood you would not want to condemn a child of your own to that life.”

“That might have been your life, Ari, but it will not be that way for our children. I’m sorry you had such a painful upbringing...remember, I, too, am an orphan. God willing, our children won’t be.”

“It won’t end after childhood, Keiti. Just the other day in town there was first the scene when the Pastor insulted us...me. Then, when I returned to collect the horses from the blacksmith, I overheard a group of men talking, being disrespectful of Katie, and it was then I understood that not only you, but our children, too, would be shunned because of me.”

Ari looked as though he was starting to break, so I hurried to push my case.

“As far as I am concerned, Ari, those people in town can say whatever they like. They are driven by ignorance and envy, and their words can’t hurt us. What’s more, every baby born into our home will be mixed race, and proud of it.”

His deep brown eyes sparkled as though lit by tears but they were of joy, not sadness.

“Are both of you sure?” he asked carefully.

“Yes,” Griff and I said in unison.

“There’s one more thing before I give you the key, and some of that fine pudding I made.”

“More demands?” Griff asked.

I stood and began to unbutton my blouse. “It is time for me to be taken by both of my husbands. You can work up an appetite for pudding.”

Book 3, Part 11

ARI

Katie stood before me in the kitchen completely naked. I ached for her; my mouth, my cock, and my heart.

“Do you still want to go to the stables, or would you like dessert?”

“Dessert,” I rumbled, hardly recognising the sound of my own voice as I stood to take my wife in my arms. I pulled her to me, covering her mouth gently, whispering apologies for not accepting my place equally in our group of three. Now I would make up for that.

Backing her towards the table I used one arm to blindly sweep clear a place to lay her down. I set her pretty bottom near the edge and told her to rest back on her elbows. Grabbing her ankles, I placed her exactly how I wanted; heels at the edge of the table, legs wide apart so that I could gaze upon everything I’d been missing during my self-imposed exile. What a complete fool I’d been to turn my back on them, and more so, to doubt that Katie and Griff would be there for us, always, to take care and love our children equally, just as I would, no matter whom the father.

Fucking idiot!

I slid my hands up her thighs, biting my lip, wanting to take her rough, to make this a moment that would eclipse all the others; a moment that she would never forget. Just as much, I needed her to be ready for me, to be really sure that she desired to carry my child. I parted her cleft and slid a finger along the moist furrow of her swelling pussy lips.

“Take me hard, Ari.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“You’ve already have,” she reminded me, nipping me on the lip. “Now I want you to love me without restraint, like you mean it.”

I was still clothed, but I ground my stiff cock against her entrance, smearing her unique essence as much as I could on the front of my trousers. The scent rose to excite me even further so that I could no longer find a single reason to hold back.

I heard the scrape of Griff’s chair, the heavy fall of his boots against the floorboards, and my lust grew at the thought that he would be part of our union.

“We’re going to do this, together, but you’d better get a hurry along because I could spill in seconds.”

He took hold of my belt buckle snapping it open in a single wrist flick, then his fingers ran like a spider down the flies of my trousers, freeing each button as they passed. His hand, his warm, familiar hand wrapped around my cock, freeing it from the constraints of clothing.

“You’re a lucky woman, Katie,” Griff remarked, all the while stroking my cock. “I’ve never known Ari’s cock to swell to such a size. I’m tempted to take it myself.”

Griff took a tight hold at the back of my head and turned me to face him, one hand on my cock, one buried in my hair.

His voice rumbled through me. “Ari...you’re going to use this magnificent cock of yours to fuck
our
wife and make her happy. You’ll fill her with your seed to the extent that I’ll struggle to find room for my cock when I fuck her right after you. If we’re lucky, we’ll all make a baby this morning with our trinity of love.”

Griff’s lips brushed against mine before executing a fast, bruising kiss that made me shudder with emotion. He released me, and I hauled in a deep breath of air. I dipped my knees, bringing me closer to Katie, to my prize. Griff still had control of my cock, and he teased me and Katie, keeping me just out of reach of her damp entrance.

“Fuck, Griff, let me go,” I growled, raising an arm to try and push him away.

He laughed. “Such desperation, Ari, after so much pain. Now you know what you’ve put Katie through.”

Poor Katie was whimpering, lifting her hips trying to take me inside of her. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and when a plaintive
please
left her mouth Griff finally pushed the head of my cock inside her. I had every intention of taking her hard but for the initial moment I savoured the feel of her swollen, welcoming cunt. I scooped my hands beneath her shoulders until my fingers spanned the back of her head and lifted her until she was almost sitting.

We locked eyes in a manner so deep and raw that I swear my heart collided with hers as inch-by-inch I filled her. “Hold on, sweetheart,” I warned as I withdrew and plunged hard back into her, making her know I thought of her as mine in the same manner as Griff. She whimpered as I set up a ferocious rhythm, her small hands clasped tightly at the back of my neck, her mouth on my shoulder, sucking and biting with every thrust.

Soon her breath matched mine, and when she locked her ankles around my back I slipped a hand under her bottom, lifting her so that I could drive all the way inside her. She grunted when I went as deep as possible then threw her head back.

“Yes,” she gasped, “yes, Ari...make me yours.”

Her words ignited my climax, and my cock stiffened then pulsed as all the tension inside me blew apart. I pulled out of her and with a roar, thrust back as full and hard as possible, releasing and filling her with my cum. Her fingers dug into my neck, and she bit me hard and wet on my shoulder, her cry forced against my skin. Katie had climaxed with me, her cunt grabbing at my cock with the fury of her orgasm.

We clung to each other, fighting to regain our breath, and between small kisses Katie’s repeated soft
thank-you
whispered directly to my heart. I lay her back on the table and eased her legs from around me.

Griff stepped up between her legs. “Are you okay to take me now, Katie, after Ari?”

“Oh, yes,” she said with the broadest grin on her flushed face. “I want you now, Griff. Every time, I want both of you to take me so that there’ll never be any guessing about the fathering of our children.”

KATIE

I
took a moment to enjoy the scene in front of me before I carried the birthday cake to the table Griff and Ari had set up out of doors in our back garden. It was February, a hot and humid day for our twins second birthday celebrations. I felt so content, watching them play with their friends from the village on the swings the men had made to hang along the bough of the puriri tree.

Charlotte had my red hair and fair complexion, although she already appeared to have inherited a larger physical frame and the boldness of both her fathers. William appeared a wonderful, vital, and outgoing boy who at this young age looked out for his sister when they played together. It was difficult to tell which of his fathers he took after the most as he was an almost even match of the two.

Maraea remained at the farm to help us, and the children adored her. She told them the tales and legends of her people, and along with Ari taught them, and me, their native language. I was proud to be raising children to be equally impassioned and educated about their Māori and Pākehā birthright.

Griff’s business flourished. He had helped the town grow by assisting a friend from Auckland to open a boatbuilding yard as it seemed there were never enough coastal scows, nor anyone qualified to repair vessels damaged on the difficult coast.

Even more of the farmland had been cleared of scrub, and Ari’s reputation for producing fine horses had grown to the extent the only other stock kept now was for our larder.

The children had got a pony for their birthday, even though I’d insisted they were far too young. Ari laughed at the idea of a strict age barrier to horses or any animals. Charlotte in particular appeared to follow in his footsteps as the one with the affinity to all creatures to the extent that Huhu, Ari’s tame tui, seemed to have been sitting on the edge of her bed since she was born.

I lay my hand over my swollen belly. Another set of twins were due in two months, and on the days I felt tired, as was often in this summer heat, I wondered if this was how it would always be with my pregnancies...two babies, one for each father’s knee.

THE END

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EXCERPT

“W
hat do you think? Would you like to touch it?”

I shook my head. “I want to watch.”

“Oh, but you will touch it, dear, and soon. Imagine what that will be like...the heat...” When his hand reached the head, he squeezed it hard. “How it throbs for you, Edith. It’s almost painful. Come, give me your hand.”

He took my wrist in a tight grip, lifting it from his thigh. “Point your finger, Edith. Any one will do.”

I did as he asked, watching with gross fascination as he rubbed it across the head of his prick. A small amount of moisture had gathered in the slit and he used the pad of my finger like a butter knife to spread the moisture back and forwards across the dome. When my finger was quite slippery, he lifted it to my mouth.

“Precum, Edith. Taste it.”

He painted my lips and asked me to lick them before he pushed my finger into my mouth, adding one of his alongside, and told me to suck. The taste was salty, the smell of the marsh, but the most remarkable thing was the way this depraved act accentuated the deep throb between my legs.

“Suck harder my dear. Show me how well you can do it.”

I worked my mouth on the fingers and he groaned and thrust them in and out between my lips.

“Yes, good girl...that’s nice...Use your tongue now. Imagine it’s my prick in there, sliding across it...pressing back into your throat so that you almost choke, and slipping out until my cock-head stays just inside your lips.”