Submitting Sarah (Montana Maiden Series Book 4) (12 page)

"He
let
those men take her," I reminded them both.

After taking a long swallow, Garrett added, "If you continue to doubt, just wait. You can ask Olivia yourself."

It was only a few minutes later when Davis and Olivia came around the house to join us. Olivia's dark hair hung long down her back. Her skin was flushed, yet it was obvious by the soft smile, half lidded eyes and the way Davis had an arm wrapped securely around her shoulder, she was well pleasured. Davis had the same look of male satisfaction as I frequently saw on my own men's faces after a good fucking.

"Taggart and Garrett are here, love, and they brought us a surprise. This is Sarah, their wife."

Obviously, Davis knew that the Erickssons claimed a bride together. It might be a secret with the town, but not this neighbor.

Olivia smiled broadly and murmured a polite hello.

I, on the other hand, was a complete idiot. There was no help for it because I was staring, very blatantly, at her breasts. The weights that I'd seen dangling before were gone, but round hoops remained. Her nipples were pierced! While I knew some women found it fashionable to pierce their ears and display jewelry from their lobes, I'd never imagined a nipple adorned thusly. The hoops were gold and less than an inch in diameter. Her nipples were puffy and tinged red, most likely from the painful weights.

"They were a surprise to me at first as well," Olivia said, which had my head jerking up. All three men were eyeing me.

I felt my cheeks flame. "I'm so sorry, but I've never seen--"

The other woman held up her hand. "It's all right. I would have stared as well if I were you. Would it be all right if Sarah and I sat inside out of the sun?" Olivia asked her husband.

He nodded and she went up the steps onto the porch. I followed her, but glanced back at my husbands. They, too, nodded their approval. I didn't have much choice but to go with Olivia. I might have been isolated on the ranch without many rules, but I did have some manners. Just not when nipple rings were involved.

I carried my glass with me and waited as Olivia filled her own, before leading me into a comfortable sitting area. She directed me to a cushioned seat while she took one next to me. "Congratulations on your marriage," she said congenially.

"Thank you." I took a sip of my lemonade.

"I would have liked to have met you at a different time, as that probably wasn't the best way to introduce myself, but that is not to be." She looked up at me warily. Her blue eyes were cautious and I could see she felt fear I would reject her for what I saw.

"Do the nipple rings hurt?" I asked, pointing to her chest. Her breasts were larger than mine, but she wore the same corset and blouse style that I wore.

She glanced down at herself, relieved by the less intrusive question. I had many, but this seemed the most obvious to ask. Besides, I
was
curious.

"After our wedding night, Davis did this." Her fingers came up to flick one ring, making it swing. "It's his claim on me. Did they hurt?" she repeated my question. "When he did it, yes. He discovered how sensitive my nipples are, and knew they’d be even more sensitive with these. It took time for them to heal and then it was a challenge to keep from playing with them while they did so. During that time, he pleasured me in other
ways. It was then that we found out how much I enjoyed being taken by other men while he watched. It is something Davis finds appealing as well. All of it - my nipples, the ranch hands, Davis' control - it is unbelievably pleasurable."

I remembered how I came from just playing with my own nipples, and I shifted my hips at the idea of having hoops that swung and shifted at all times. The idea was quite arousing.

"I have two husbands," I blurted out. My hand flew up to cover my lips.

Olivia stared at me for a moment, then laughed. "Does that hurt?"

I paused, then started laughing as well. I quickly realized that I was just as much an oddity to her as she was to me. I took two men at once. Only in my mouth and pussy, but soon enough, my pussy and ass. I doubted by the proprietary words of her husband that she had ever taken two men simultaneously.

"No, it's unbelievably pleasurable." I used her same words.

We smiled at each other, and I knew I'd found a friend. The men came in then, disrupting us. Oh, how I wished I had more time to talk with her. Another woman, besides Devney, was a novelty and I hadn't known what I'd been missing before now.

"We should be going, Sarah. Davis wishes for Olivia to rest," Tagg said. Standing there, I took a moment to savor how handsome he was. Garrett, too. Both men doted on me and I felt like...theirs.

Olivia stood as I did. Davis went to stand by his wife and we said our goodbyes. As we rode off in the wagon, I considered how Olivia relished in the surprising things Davis had demanded of her. She wasn't ashamed by it, and he didn't shame her. He clearly loved her.

Love. Did Garrett and Tagg do all the things they do to me because they loved me?

TAGG

While Sarah was inside with Olivia, Garrett and I spoke with Davis about what she witnessed when we'd arrived. It wasn't something we could shield her from; we couldn't just cover her eyes like a small child. What she saw wasn't a typical sexual scenario; the couple had unusual needs they fulfilled in each other. Was Sarah wise enough in her sexual education to see that? She'd only lost her maidenhead a few days ago. Could she recognize the complexities of baser needs? Would she now begin to question Garrett and I claiming her together? The answer would only come in time.

She was quiet on the ride home, yet I was comforted to have her between us, just where she should be. The sun had lowered considerably behind us, and the vast openness of the prairie stretched before as us. Trees formed a curvy line in the distance, indicating the path of the creek. The wind blew across the tall grass making a soft rustling sound along with the plodding of the horses' hooves. We were all alone.

We'd promised her a good fuck on the way home and I wasn't going to shy away from it because she might be having doubts. Pulling back gently on the reins, I stopped the horses. Garrett eyed me over the top of Sarah's head and gave a slight nod. Tying off the reins, I hopped down as Sarah looked to me, confusion marring her smooth brow.

"What--"

"You're going to get good and fucked, just like we promised."

I saw the excitement and heat in her eyes as I grabbed her about the waist and lifted her easily down.

"Do you like it when we take you from behind?" I asked, my voice rough. Garrett stepped down from the wagon and joined us, our two bodies looming over her, blocking out the sun.

She gulped, but I could see her pulse thrumming in her neck.

"Yes, Tagg."

"Good. Go to the back of the wagon."

She did as I bid and watched as Garrett undid the latch and lowered the back wall, letting it hang down beneath the bed. Reaching in, Garrett grabbed an old quilt we kept there. He placed it at the edge, smoothed it out.

"Lean forward, baby," Garrett told her.

Sarah glanced between the two of us and wet her lips. Without saying a word, she obeyed. The height of the wagon was perfect for her size; she was able to keep her feet on the ground as her body rested on the blanket.

"I want you to close your eyes, Sarah. Don't open them. I want you to figure out who's going to be fucking you first," I told her. "Just feel."

Instead of shutting her eyes, she turned her face down into the soft blanket and scrunched it within her fingers, her hands right at either side of her face. She could breathe, but not see.

In tacit agreement, Garrett would take her first. As he pulled out his cock, I lifted her skirt, tossing it up and over her back. Seeing as it could reach, I lifted it up higher to cover her head, just to ensure she couldn't see. I wanted her to want us equally, to see that even though two different men were fucking her, we were all one. There would be no difference in who fucked her. Garrett and I were both claiming her and Sarah would submit to both of us.

TAGG

Garrett gently tapped her foot with his booted one, and she widened her stance, just to the point where if she went any further, she'd be up on her toes. Her pussy was on full display - so pink, so wet, so swollen and ready. I ran a finger over her folds as Garrett nudged the tip of mine into her slick ass. She shifted her hips and moaned as we did so.

"This pussy is ours, Sarah," I said.

"Davis might share Olivia's mouth with the men, but her pussy belongs to him," Garrett added.

"No one will see you like this, like we do. No one will touch you. You've been claimed, Sarah."

Even from beneath the layers, we could both clearly hear her breathy yes.

I moved my hand away as Garrett spread her folds with his fingers, then slid into her in one long, smooth stroke. Placing his palms on the pale globes of her ass, he slowly, ever so slowly, worked himself in and out, ensuring that every inch of her pussy came in contact with his cock. As she tried to shift into his motions, Garrett held her more firmly. She wasn't going to find her pleasure, Garrett was going to give it to her.

I watched as her pussy lips spread and stretched around his cock. Her juices coated him and her ass clenched tightly just as I imagined her pussy squeezing down on his cock. Not being able to handle the discomfort of my pants, I pulled my cock free and stroked myself.

"Who's fucking you, Sarah?" I asked, my voice rough with my need.

"I don't know!" she cried out.

Garrett could only hold the slow pace for so long before his need took over. His hips pistoned in and out of her at a greater pace until his head fell back and he groaned, his cock buried deep inside her.

"Who just filled you with seed?" Garrett questioned.

Her skirt shifted as she shook her head. "I don't know!"

She hadn't come, and her voice was becoming agitated with the need for it.

Garrett pulled out his spent cock, his seed spilling free with it.

As he stepped back to right himself, I ran my hand over her pussy - dripping with her juices and Garrett's seed - to circle her clit. With my other hand, palm on her spread cheeks, I hooked my thumb down and tipped it into her ass, to the first knuckle, then to the joint. The combination had her screaming her pleasure, her ass clenching down on my thumb and I saw her pussy squeezing equally hard on...nothing. I rubbed her clit until she settled once again, then moved my hand while keeping my thumb lodged deeply in her ass. Since my cock was already free, it was easy to slip it in.

"Who just made you come, Sarah?" Garrett asked.

I didn't take her easily like Garrett had. I'd waited too long to be gentle. My need to come was too great. Placing the palm of my free hand on the wagon bed, I fucked her hard, pounding her into the wagon.

She didn't answer Garrett's question, just groaned each time I filled her completely.

It was animalistic. It was dark. It was rough. But she loved it. There was no question of that when she came again, this time I felt her inner walls all but choking my cock. She screamed, then continued to cry out with each continued thrust, her voice now hoarse. Her orgasm pushed me into mine and I couldn't help but roar as my balls tightened and my seed spurted into her very depths. Once my breath finally returned to normal, I pulled out and couldn't help the primal feelings I had as I saw the mixed seed coating her.

If there had ever been any question about whether we'd get her with child, there was no doubt in my mind that we'd bred her right here in the middle of the open prairie.

SARAH

I'd been taken well and good. The way they'd covered my eyes only intensified the pleasure. I truly hadn't known who'd been fucking me and I didn't care. Being with them one on one was good, the orgasms still incredible. But this -  when all three of us were together -  was something entirely different.

When I was lowered to the ground in front of the house, the men gave me some time as they left to tend to the horses. I went up the steps to the front porch and Garrett called to me. I turned and looked at my men. So big, so handsome, so unbelievably desirable. Unlike Olivia, I only wanted them. I only needed what they could give me.

"Put the plug in, Sarah. It's the biggest size, which means we'll take you together soon. As soon as you're ready."

The idea of having them claim me at the same time had me hurrying to my bedroom. I'd found it was easier to work in the plug without my skirt, so I undid the button and let it drop to the floor. My pussy was still damp with their seed, the sticky feeling extending down my thighs. I could wipe it off, but I didn't want to. I liked the feeling of it, liked that they'd marked me. Grabbing the very large, very wide plug, I pulled the ointment from the shelf by the mirror and coated the smooth wood.

Climbing onto the bed, I knelt, then leaned forward so I rested forward upon one shoulder, my head turned so my cheek rested against the quilt. Reaching back, I bumped my opening with the cold, wet end. Working a plug in was no longer scary or daunting. This one was massive, almost comparable to my husbands' cocks, but not quite. I had a feeling they were keeping their cocks the largest things that would enter me.

It took some time to work this one in, for it was quite long. When I felt my fingers against my spread cheeks, I worked it in and out for a time, fucking myself just as they wanted. Even without their eyes upon me, I wanted to please them. Knowing it was almost time to take them both, I extended this session a little longer.

I stepped out onto the porch and looked toward the stable. The men were nowhere to be seen and it wasn't quite time for dinner. Even with the plug in my bottom, I wanted to go for a walk and think about Olivia and what she did for her husband, the fucking the men had given me over the wagon and how I couldn't tell them apart at such times, everything.

Moving with a slow, awkward gait, I followed the creek behind the house, this time having no interest in taking a dip. The sun, even low in the sky, felt good on my skin. Looking down, I realized I still wore the scarf that covered my breasts. With the buttons in the back, I knew I wouldn't be able to undo it without assistance. It would, perhaps, be one of the only times I'd be on the ranch and wearing it.

Strangely enough, I found the fabric bothersome and my nipples felt chafed beneath the material. I smiled to myself, recognizing how I was adjusting to married life, even after only a few days. The men liked me uncovered, and I was coming to like it as well. There were other things too, such as--

"Good, you're alone."

The man's voice startled me out of my reverie and I jumped. My hand flew to my heart as it practically beat out of my chest.

He was tall and thin and wore a fancier traveling suit than men from Liberty, yet he was sweating heavily and he needed a shave. His arm was supported by a makeshift sling as if he'd been injured or--

"I see you recognize me now." His voice was low and a little crazed.

"Devney shot you," I said as I took a step backward. Then another. The stable was in the other direction, behind me. Garrett and Tagg didn't know where I was. What were this man's intentions?

"Damn the woman," he growled. "That's why I need you to tell me where she is."

My eyes widened. He wanted Devney? "Why?" I started to move in a half circle away from the water so I could face the house. If I needed to run, I wanted to run toward
help, not away from it.

"Because she's going to marry me."

"Marry you? She won't have anything to do with you. Wasn't being shot enough of a sign?"

My response infuriated him. His face reddened and the veins in his neck distended.

"She does not have to consent to be married. Now. Where. Is. She?" Each word he clearly enunciated. Loudly.

"I don't know! I haven't seen her in almost a week."

He stalked closer. "Fine. Then you're coming with me until we find her. If not, then you'll do."

I darted away from him. "Me? I have nothing you could want. She's the widow. She's the one that inherited the ranch."

Sharing this wasn't betraying Devney. He knew everything I'd told him.

"I'm not marrying you," he growled. "Being shackled to you will be of no use, especially since I saw you fucking those men. Both of them. You're used goods. But I can use you as...leverage."

He was fast and caught me by surprise, his fingers digging into my arm, and tugging me along, his long legs eating up distance and I had to run to keep up.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, breathing hard. Looking over my shoulder, I searched frantically for Tagg or Garrett. If this man took me, would they think I ran away? Would they think I left them to continue on my journey as I'd originally intended? They'd think I didn't love them, didn't want
them.

"To my horse, and then to find your stepmother."

I tripped on a tree root and stumbled, the man's grasp painful as he hoisted me back up, but I'd slowed him.

The next time I tripped, I did it on purpose. He let go and let me fall to my knees. Catching my breath, I looked up at him. "I won't go with you!" I shouted as loud as I could. "Help!"

The man's gaze darted left and right. "Get up!" he growled, grabbing my arm once again.

I shook my head. "I won't leave here. You can't make me."

"Sarah!" I heard my name being called from a distance. Hope leapt in my chest.

"They're looking for me," I told the man, staring up at him from my spot on the ground.

"You bitch!" He paced away, then back, pointed down at me. "I'll find Devney Jenkins without you."

"Sarah!" My name was louder this time.

"I'm here!" I shouted back, the man turning and running along the bank. Even with one arm injured, he moved quickly.

I heard Tagg and Garrett before I saw them. Tagg sprinted in the man's wake, but he had disappeared into the trees up the bank. "Sarah, who was that man?" Garrett asked, kneeling down before me, his eyes raking over my body.