KEANE
"Rye! Keane!" Lily glared from one of us to the other, indignant. "How could you embarrass me like that, in front of everyone? I don’t even know them and now, what will they think of me?"
Ah, poor Lily. I could see the way her genteel upbringing warred with her newly awakened urges and desires. Her inhibitions had been lowered, but now she’d raised them again. Well, we’d see about that.
I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder, landing a hard swat on her ass as we moved through the ranch to the home we’d all share. "Lily, you’re at Bridgewater now. We live according to our own rules, not society’s."
"B-but," she sputtered.
We arrived at our home rapidly, no doubt due to my eagerness to be alone with Lily. Rye obviously felt the same since he’d run ahead and opened the front door. I slipped Lily down and held her in a more ladylike manner as we crossed the threshold for the first time as married people. I do try to be traditional about some things.
Rye closed the door behind us, and I took Lily straight to the master bedroom we’d all share. Rye and I had separate rooms, but now that we had married Lily, we’d save the other bedroom for our children.
Children. God, I couldn’t wait to see Lily’s body swollen with our offspring.
Not that I needed any motivation to want to fuck the living daylights out of her.
"Is she still wet?" Rye asked as soon as he entered the room.
"You’ll have to check," I replied, tugging my boots off and stripping out of my clothes.
Lily lay upon the bed, her cheeks still red with embarrassment. She had her arms folded over her chest and a decidedly unfriendly expression on her face. Rye paused and took in her countenance then turned to me.
"Our bride seems conflicted," he said.
I shrugged. "She’s not used to things around here. Hell, she’s been living with those uptight prigs in Butte. It could take a while to get the taint of something like that off of you."
"Well, she’d better get used to it." Rye pulled off his boots, too, and began to strip.
"She will." I dropped my shirt onto the back of a chair.
By then I was naked and stood next to the bed gazing down at her. She gave me an angry scowl, but her eyes soon strayed to my cock. My fully erect and ready to fuck some sense into her cock.
"Like what you see, Lily?"
She turned her head away with a huff.
"I think she’s mad," Rye observed.
"I’m right here." She glared at us. "You can stop talking about me like I’m a potted plant."
"I like it when she gets snippy," I said.
"Argh!" She scowled and glared some more.
Rye, usually not prone to coddle anyone, sat on the edge of the mattress and drew her into his arms, which was a bit of a challenge since she was determined to hold her body stiff.
"Okay, kitten. What seems to be the problem?"
She drew in a shuddering breath, and tears glimmered in her eyes.
Damn.
Not tears. I could not handle tears. And I doubted if Rye would be any better.
However, we could not let her pout or disobey us.
"I-I told you. You embarrassed me. In front of everyone. H-how am I supposed to be able to show my face around here after that?" Worry filled her expression, and it pained me to see her distressed.
"Darlin’"—I knelt and placed my hand on her leg—"did anyone make hurtful comments to you?"
She paused. Sniffled. Thought. "N-no, I suppose not."
"Or act in a way that made you feel unwelcome?"
She shook her head. "No, I actually felt surprisingly welcome," she said, her mood lifting somewhat, and the tears remained at bay. Thank fuck.
"Did anyone laugh at you?" Rye asked, his voice more gentle than I’d ever heard it.
"They all laughed."
Rye tipped her chin up. "There is a difference between laughing because everyone was having a good time and they were happy for us and laughing at your expense. I can assure you, Lily, if anyone had laughed at your expense, they’d have gotten my fist to their jaw."
"And if it had been any of the women, their men would have turned them over their knees right then and there."
She blinked. "Really?"
"Of course, really. You’re ours, and if anyone hurts you, physically or emotionally, they will answer to us," I said, standing and holding my fists up. "I’m a trained fighter, you know."
She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my stiff manhood. "Cockfighting?" she asked with a smirk.
My jaw hung open.
"Did our sweet, innocent, blushing Lily just make a cock joke?" I asked.
"It would appear so," Rye replied, shaking his head from side to side. "Will wonders never cease." He gazed down at her affectionately. "You are certainly full of surprises, naughty Lily."
LILY
I made a joke and then wished the floor would open and swallow me. Where had that come from?
"I’ve never been around people who behaved like that. It’s a lot to get used to." I squirmed, remembering the scene around the table with everyone kissing. The sights and sounds of it echoed in my head.
Rye tightened his arms around me and kissed my temple, a gesture I found particularly comforting, as though I was precious to him. "Life here at Bridgewater is different from life outside. That’s the way we want it, what each person on the ranch is committed to. I guess I have gotten accustomed to it myself, which is saying a lot for someone raised from birth to take his place in British society, and even I forgot it might be overwhelming and strange for you."
Keane knelt down again, taking my hand in his. "We were so proud and happy to have you meet our friends, our Bridgewater family, I guess we didn’t consider how it might be for you. I’m sorry."
"Thank you," I said, stunned. I was not accustomed to people taking my feelings into account and definitely not used to anyone offering me an apology, particularly not men. These Bridgewater men, my Bridgewater men, were unlike anyone else on the planet, and a sense of my good fortune at being with them warmed me. "I am sorry I jumped to conclusions."
"It seems we all made some assumptions," Rye replied, ever the voice of reason. "However," he continued, "that does not excuse your pouting and petulance. When you have a problem, when something is on your mind, you need to tell us. Have we given you any reason to think we wouldn’t give your words and feelings our utmost care? That your needs wouldn’t come before ours?"
I looked at him; his demeanor and words were sincere. A glance at Keane revealed the same. "I-I will keep that in mind. It is a rather foreign concept to me, but I will do my best."
I paused for a moment, trying to make sense of their words and deeds. "You two are not like anyone I’ve ever known."
"Thank you," Keane grinned. "That is the highest form of compliment."
Rye tipped my chin up again. "Is there anything else you need to tell us? Do you have more concerns? We want to know. We always want to know your worries and your joys. Understand?"
"I understand. And no, I can’t think of anything else that is of concern to me."
"Then we ought to get on with the fucking, don’t you think?" Rye said.
I squealed. "Rye!"
"Do you object to my frank words?" he asked, eyes sparkling with humor.
"I...I...I am not used to such language," I said, honestly. "But"—I glanced up at Keane as well— "I am not opposed to your suggestion."
"That’s our girl!" Rye laid me back, and the two of them set about undressing me in a rush. Moments later, I was naked, sandwiched between them on the big bed.
"I think it’s time we gave you a proper Bridgewater welcome." Keane ran kisses from one shoulder blade to the other, sending shivers across my flesh. He slipped his hands around to cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples.
"I believe we started out discussing whether or not your cunny was wet." Rye ran his hands up my calves and then higher, working his fingers along the juncture of my thighs and womanly core. He touched the edge of my pussy and inhaled sharply. "Oh, yes, little Lily, so wet. Much wetter than when we first arrived."
Keane held me from the back while Rye lowered his face to suck on the lips of my pussy. I inhaled sharply as his tongue plunged between the walls of my sex.
"Mm. How does that feel, Lily, having Rye’s tongue in your pussy?" Keane whispered into my ear.
I was still getting used to their direct talk, particularly as it related to my body and all things sexual. When I hesitated, Keane gave one of my nipples an attention-getting pinch. "Tell me, Lily. What’s it like to have Rye’s tongue on you there?"
I gulped, and heat suffused my face. "It f-feels wonderful. It makes me even w-wetter," I stated, feeling like I had accomplished a great deal in speaking those words out loud.
"Fuck!" Rye pulled out for a moment. "I think she likes talking dirty. Her pussy spasmed and gushed with even more of her juices."
"No," I cried out. "It cannot be."
Behind me, Keane’s body moved as he chuckled. "Let me see," he said. "Trade me places, Rye."
"Damn. I hate to leave this spot, but you take a turn."
They switched, Rye fondling my breasts from behind while Keane buried his face between my thighs.
"Tell me, naughty Lily," Rye said, "what part of your body is Keane sucking on?"
"Oh, n-no. I c-can’t."
"Of course you can, kitten. You’re with your husbands. You’re safe. You know we expect you to obey us." Rye kissed along my throat, and desire built within me, growing stronger each moment. "Besides, if you don’t say the words, Keane will stop. And you won’t be allowed to have your climax."
"Wha—?" No climax? I was already quivering and on the verge. Could they really deny me?
"Yes, we can and will absolutely deny you," Rye said, as though reading my mind. "Now, answer my question."
"K-Keane is s-sucking on my c-clitty." I whispered the words in a rush, but it didn’t feel nearly as sordid as I’d expected.
"Good girl," Rye said.
Keane paused for a moment. "Damn. You’re right. She gets wetter when she talks dirty."
"I told you," Rye replied.
"Well," Keane said, "now that we’ve settled that, it’s time to get serious about the fucking."
"You weren’t serious before?" I asked.
"Good point." Keane moved away from his spot between my legs.
I whimpered.
"Don’t worry, Lily, we’re just getting started." He went to a dresser and opened the brown paper parcel Rhys had given him when we left their house.
While he did that, Rye maneuvered the two of us until he was lying on the bed with me straddling him. Keane stood next to the bed holding a small wooden dowel-like object in his hand. The two of them exchanged a glance. Oh no, what do they have in mind now?
"This," Keane said, "is a butt plug."
"A what?"
"Oh, sweet Lily." Rye chuckled. He stroked my hair. "You are a delight in every way."
"You two better not be laughing at me. Didn’t we already talk about this?" I was a bit indignant, but I also couldn’t take my eyes off the item Keane held.
Rye kissed me tenderly. "I apologize, darlin’. I am laughing with happiness. You truly do delight me with your prim-and-proper ways." He caressed my cheek. "But I think you are not as prim as you have been taught to be."
I blushed. "Perhaps."
Keane cleared his throat, and I glanced in his direction. "Soon, Rye and I will claim you together. One of us in your pussy and the other"—he gestured with his head—"in your back hole."
"No! You’re joking. It’s not done!"
"This is no joke, Lily dear. It is done. Will be done. In fact, you are going to enjoy it."
I shook my head back and forth. "No, that is impossible."
"This little plug," Keane said and then nodded toward the top of the bureau where several more in varying sizes were laid out, which I hadn’t noticed before, "will train your lovely little pucker to take our big cocks back there. We’ll start with this one and work our way up."
"You cannot be serious. That is lunacy."
Rye delved his fingers into my sex and wiggled them against the walls there. "Show her the plug again," he instructed Keane.
"With pleasure." Keane lifted one of my hands and placed the device on my palm, closing my fingers around it. "Imagine that inside your bottom, Lily. Snug in your bum."
Heat rushed through my body. Rye continued to move his fingers inside me, sending additional pulses of heat and yearning through me.
"Oh fuck," Rye called out. "I think that plug makes her wetter than when she talks dirty." He pulled his fingers out and held them up. My essence shimmered in the afternoon sunlight.
"Ah, sweet Lily," Keane said, "you can continue to torture yourself by clinging to the straight-laced ways you were taught." He retrieved the device from my palm and moved to stand behind me while Rye drew me forward, pushing my bottom high in the air. Rye’s hard cock pressed against my belly. "Or, you can toss all of that nonsense aside and embrace the truth. Embrace what you enjoy and what we want to give you."
I glanced up, and my gaze met Rye’s. The depth of my feelings for these two rascals hit me hard. But it couldn’t be love. Love took a long time to build and yet… maybe that was another one of those rules society had pounded into me that had no real basis in truth.
I nodded. "Yes, please."
Rye chuckled. "She’s so polite."
Behind me, something cold coated my bottom hole, and I tightened up.
Rye lifted my hips and lowered me down onto his cock. "You need to focus on this instead of what Keane is doing." He pushed upward, and I mewled from the deep penetration. He pumped his cock in and out of me, raising me with each thrust while gripping my breasts in his hands.
Keane, meanwhile, had spread the cheeks of my backside. I groaned with embarrassment when I realized what he was doing, the cool air of the room wafting over my shameful entry.
"Look at me," Rye ordered while he continued to thrust, sending spirals of heat and longing tightening through my body.
I focused my gaze on him, his handsome face. As I stared into his eyes, I was nearly overcome with emotion. Affection for him and his caring and protective ways. There was a bit of pressure on my bottom hole, but I kept my eyes on Rye. "Good girl," he said before capturing my lips with his. The kiss started tender and then deepened. Ravishing me with his tongue. There was a moment of discomfort on Keane’s end of things and then a strange fullness.
The kiss finished and I inhaled sharply.
The heat that had been building in me, spiraled out of control. Rye continued to pump up and down, holding me and jamming his cock deep into my pussy. All the while, Keane twisted the plug in my bottom. I cried out. Never in my wildest imaginings had I thought having something in my back hole would feel good, let alone that it would be the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.
Full. So full. Between Rye’s cock and the plug, I felt owned. Possessed.
Loved.
In that moment, I let loose a wail as all the pleasure points in my body exploded at once.