LILY
"Wake up, kitten." Keane’s voice wrapped around me and woke me from a deep sleep. I blinked and adjusted to the first light of day seeping through the curtains. We were a tangled mess of arms and legs and sheets. I had no idea where the pillows ended up because I had used Rye’s chest as mine.
I ought to have been shocked, embarrassed, or at least concerned about waking up naked entwined in the limbs of two men—two very attractive and virile men, I might add. But when I checked with my conscience, I found myself happier than I had been in many years.
All my life I had behaved according to expectations. Society’s, my family’s and, most recently, the Garners’. No more. My gaze lingered on the well-sculpted shapes of my two husbands, and a thrill went through me.
This was where I belonged. And as soon as we got to Bridgewater, that mysterious, wondrous place, I would be home. We were a family.
"Good morning," I said to Keane then turned to Rye. "Good morning, Rye."
He grabbed me and pulled me beneath him, his hands roaming over my flesh. "Good morning to you, little bride," he growled. I could feel his hard cock prodding at my entrance.
"Rye," Keane said, extricating himself from the tangle and standing next to the bed, "we need to be on our way if we want to get home before the heat of the day sets in."
Rye waved him off. "You go on. I’m busy. So is Lily."
With a shrug, Keane joined us. "How can I argue with that?"
Swiftly, I was placed upon my hands and knees on the mattress. This was a new position. I suspected one of many that would become familiar during the course of our marriage. Keane stood next to the bed, his manhood hard and ready and directly in my line of sight. Rye knelt behind me.
"I believe it is high time our bride had a lesson in sucking cock. What do you think, Keane?"
"I could not agree more." Keane fisted his length and stepped closer to me. Meanwhile, Rye widened my thighs and set his cock at the rim of my sex, entering from the rear.
Sucking cock? Did that mean what I thought it meant?
Keane held his shaft. "Get ready, Lily. It’s time for your first taste of cock."
They were joking, right? They didn’t really expect me to…
"Lily," Rye ordered, "let Keane put his cock in your mouth."
I gasped and stared. I shook my head from side to side.
A sharp swat sounded through the room, and I startled. Another stinging smack to my backside. I turned to gape at Rye. His gaze narrowed on me. "You will do as we say, Lily. Best you learn that lesson now." He swatted again. "Open your mouth for Keane’s cock. You might be surprised to find you like it."
For all my brave thoughts moments before about living an unconventional life and not giving in to the expectations of others, I found myself resistant. Surely such an act was depraved and wrong. Dirty. Whorish.
Another swat landed on my bottom, and I could feel my rear end heating. Rye spread my cheeks and pressed a finger to my bottom hole.
When I cried out and turned again to stare at him, he simply gave me a devilish smile. "You belong to us, Lily. The sooner you come to understand that, the better it will be for all of us."
"It’s shameful," I whispered.
They both chuckled. "I believe we engaged in many shameful things during the night, stubborn Lily, and you did not offer any complaints," Rye said. "Now, shall I continue to spank, or are you going to do as you are told? Either way, you will not leave this room until you have thoroughly sucked Keane’s cock and taken his seed down your throat. I suggest you cooperate. However, I have no qualms about applying my hand to the soft cheeks of your ass. It is quite a delectable sight." To prove his point, he swatted again then gripped my stinging globes and pulled them apart, leaning forward to blow upon my most shameful hole.
"Oh lord," I cried out.
While my mouth was open, Keane rested his cock on my bottom lip. "Suck," he ordered. I looked up into his eyes and he winked at me.
How could I say no to that?
Following his demands, I closed my lips around his member and again glanced up at Keane. The expression of pleasure on his face spurred me onward, and I drew him in deeper.
"Good girl, Lily," he praised, his voice strained.
Meanwhile, Rye ceased my punishment and shoved his cock deep into my pussy.
To my shock, I found I enjoyed having Keane’s cock in my mouth. My tongue stroked along the length of it, and it swelled. Was I some sort of whorish wanton to enjoy this?
Behind me, Rye groaned with pleasure. "Damn it, Lily, you feel so good. I could stay here forever." He shoved against me, and I braced my hands and knees on the mattress and focused on keeping my jaw firmly in place lest I injure Keane.
In just a few short hours, he, and Rye, had become quite dear to me, and I hated the thought of causing either of them any harm.
Keane grabbed hold of the back of my head and held me in place while he thrust in and out of my mouth. Rye, with a firm grip on my hips, matched his movements, and it did not take long before I was lost, yet again, in a haze of lust, my body greedy for their domination. Despite the rigorous pounding they were giving me, I needed more.
I mewled around Keane’s cock and moved my body in rhythm with their thrusts.
"I’m going to come now, Lily. All of it down your throat." Keane gripped my hair and tipped my head back until our gazes met. "Understand?"
I groaned and gave a slight nod an instant before his essence filled my mouth and throat. Keane cried out as he reached his climax.
"Swallow it, Lily. Swallow like a good girl," Rye encouraged, his voice strained. "Jesus. That’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen." He thrust into my core with renewed vigor.
I did as instructed, the hot seed gliding over my tongue as I licked and sucked to get every bit.
"Good girl," Keane praised as he withdrew his cock. "That was wonderful. Your pert little mouth is perfect for sucking cock."
Then he took hold of my chin and directed my gaze to his again. "I want you to keep your eyes on me while Rye fucks that sweet pussy of yours. I want to watch your face as you come. Do not hold anything back from me, from us, Lily."
I nodded, panting hard as my own climax neared. Rye’s thrusts into my core had sped up, and his breathing mixed with mine and echoed around the room. As I was on the very edge of orgasm, Rye slipped one hand around me and fingered the hard nub of my sex. My clitty, I believe they called it. Oh lord.
It took merely a couple of strokes before every muscle in my body tightened, contracted and then released all at the same time while I made guttural sounds deep in my throat. My eyes stayed locked on Keane’s and it seemed he could see all the way to my soul. An intimate invasion, and I wanted to glance away, but I also felt compelled to look at him. There was a connection in that moment, something beyond our physical intimacy.
When Rye came in an eruption in my core, his shout distracted both Keane and I, and the look between us ended. After a moment or two, Rye withdrew from me and lay on the bed, easing me to lie next to him.
"That was magnificent, sweet Lily." He gazed into my eyes with the same intensity as Keane.
I smiled up at him, utterly sated.
"I think it’s time we got our bride back to Bridgewater," Keane said.

KEANE
Finally, we were on our way back to Bridgewater. With our bride. Despite my optimistic pronouncements, I had to admit our trip to Butte had been much more successful than I’d ever anticipated. I had believed we’d find a bride, but it had not quite occurred to me exactly how profound an effect finding the bride for us would have.
We’d collected our horses from the livery. A carriage or wagon would have been preferable to travel back to Bridgewater, but on short notice nothing was available.
No matter, Lily was happily settled in front of me, riding sideways and resting her head against my shoulder. With each breath I inhaled the sweet aroma of her hair. Her face was mere inches from mine and, in the bright morning sun, we made our way to Bridgewater.
"Tell me more about Bridgewater."
"Imagine the most beautiful piece of land in all of Montana, in fact, in all of the West. Then multiply that by ten, and you’ll have Bridgewater," I said.
She laughed. "It sounds wonderful."
"It is." I sighed. Certainly I was glib, but I was not known to share my inner feelings with many. Rye was my closest confidant, but it was not as though we sat around our cabin sharing our deepest thoughts with one another. Something about Lily inspired me to share more with her. "I have traveled the world over, and no place means as much to me as Bridgewater. And the people there, they are my family." I kissed the top of her head. "Though you and Rye are my real family."
She sighed happily. "It has been a long time since I had a family."
"You are an orphan?" My heart hurt thinking she might have been left all alone in the world, though that would explain how she’d ended up in the employ of someone as vile as Mr. Garner.
"I suppose you could say that. My mother died when I was twelve. My father a couple of years later." She blinked back tears, and I wrapped an arm around her and held her close. We were moving at a slow pace and my horse, Cherry Blossom, probably knew the way even without my guidance, though after a few days in the city livery, I could feel her eagerness to let loose and gallop across the prairie.
Lily had petted her nose hesitantly before mounting. "Nice horsey," she’d whispered. Cherry Blossom must have sensed Lily’s sweet soul—how could anyone not notice it?—and had nudged her. I suspected we were getting a more gentle ride than usual for the benefit of my new bride. I made a mental note to give Cherry Blossom an extra ration of oats and carrots when we got home.
"I’m sorry about your parents." I felt a pang for my own absent family. "Do you have brothers and sisters?" I felt obliged to learn everything I could. She was suddenly the most interesting person I had ever met, and I needed to know all about her. I’d certainly become familiar with her body, but, with Lily, there was more I wanted to know. Her deepest thoughts. The yearnings of her heart.
"Thank you," she said. "No siblings." She stared off into the distance as though remembering something. A cloud of sadness flitted over her face.
"Do you mind me asking how you ended up working as a governess?" I queried gently.
She shifted a bit. Fortunately, she was slim, and we easily managed on my saddle. She might have been uncomfortable, but I suspected she was simply thinking about what to say.
"My family was rather well-to-do. When my father passed away, all of his estate was entrusted to my uncle, my mother’s brother, to be held in trust for me until I was of age." She paused and looked off into the distance again. I managed to stay silent and allowed her to gather her thoughts. "There was money for me to attend a finishing school and for private tutors," she said, almost ruefully. "I had been promised by my father to the son of one of his business associates."
Woah. That was unexpected, though I supposed it ought not to have been. She was stunning and graceful. Finishing school and tutors would explain her genteel manner and prim ways. But it hardly explained why she was working as a governess and worried about the loss of a set of drawers.
We’d be sending off for a whole new wardrobe for our bride as soon as we got home. Of course, my preference would be for her to spend her days naked in our cabin, but she’d have to go outside at some point, and I didn’t want her wearing anything associated with her old life.
"And what happened?" I prodded carefully, though it hurt my heart to ask. No doubt it would be a tale of sadness, but it was also the set of events that led her to us.
"It turns out my uncle gambled away all of my trust fund. Every cent." She drew in a ragged breath. "As soon as he found out, the man to whom I’d been promised, as well as his father, called off the wedding. The best my uncle could do was secure a governess position with his friend, Mr. Richard Garner." She shook her head. "He didn’t even apologize."
I saw red and swore to myself if I ever met this uncle I would give him the same treatment I’d given Mr. Garner. And more.
She sighed and glanced up at me with a shy smile. "I thought my life was over, but now I can see it was all for the best. My life is just beginning. With you and Rye. At Bridgewater."