SARAH

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“OMG, what did they do to you in there? You look like you need a nap,” Kady said, pulling me into the kitchen.

One of the men came into the room, but she gave him a dirty look and he turned around and left. I wasn’t sure who it was. I was too out of it to pay him much attention.

“Sarah?” Penny asked.

All three of my sisters stood in front of me, staring. Kady’s and Penny’s bellies stuck out and helped give me some room. They were huggers and close-talkers, two things I wasn’t used to.

“I’m fine,” I replied.

They all grinned. “Yeah, we can see that,” Cricket said. “I guess the sex is pretty good.”

“All Barlow men are skilled,” Kady commented, glancing at Cricket.

“You’ve had sex with a bunch of Barlow men?” Penny countered.

“Two. Don’t forget, little sister, that Boone just dragged you off not an hour ago,” Kady said, her voice sassy. “Between the four of us, we’ve claimed nine men from Barlow. I’d say that’s a pretty good number.”

“We didn’t have sex.” The words slipped out and they all stared at me, wide eyed. I hoped my clothing was all set to rights. Wilder had removed the gems from my nipple rings and the plug from my ass—using the sink in the laundry room to clean it before sticking it in his shirt pocket. I felt empty now, my bottom a little tender from stretching around the plug. It made me wonder what it would feel like with their cocks finally fucking my pussy. Would I feel full like I had with the plug? Did it burn and ache the same? Would their cocks be too much? Would they fit?

I glanced into the other room and eyed Wilder who stood by the fireplace. Yes, he was drinking coffee and talking with Cord with a butt plug tucked into his shirt pocket. While I couldn’t see the usual thick bulge of his cock that angled up toward his hip right now, I knew it was there, knew it was big. Really big. I clenched down on nothing, my thighs slippery as I rubbed them together. My clit tingled with the need to come. Again.

Wilder and King made me completely insatiable, and we hadn’t even fucked.

“You didn’t have sex and you still look like you had a whole bunch of orgasms?” Penny asked. “Jamison is like that. Boone likes sex, likes to see how fast he can get me to come on his dick, but Jamison likes to play. To warm me up, he says, for when we get home.”

She looked at me dreamily, as if she couldn’t wait to get home right now.

Cricket angled her head toward Penny. “This, including the bold words, all coming from the virgin of the group. Obviously, not any longer.” Cricket put a hand on Penny’s belly.

I gave a slight laugh. “I guess that’s me now.”

“You’re…no way.” Kady shook her head, clearly not believing me. She put a hand on her hip as if to ease the pregnancy discomfort. “You guys have known each other forever. No way you just got together out of the blue and are getting married.”

“You don’t believe us?” We’d told everyone that we’d dated in the past but the timing hadn’t been right, until now. Now we were finally getting married. No one needed to know we were into kink or that we met by chance because of the BDSM party at Hawk’s Landing.

Kady’s mouth fell open.

“Of course she’s telling the truth,” Penny said. “Why would she lie?”

I felt weird, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the three of them practically in my face and grilling me. They weren’t being mean, but inquisitive, how I assumed sisters were supposed to be.

“Can I get some coffee?” I asked, deflecting.

Penny, who seemed to be a people pleaser more than the others, went to get me a mug. Kady eyed me, trying to decide if I’d lied or not. Cricket just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been in love with Wilder and King for years. Since I was thirteen. That’s really weird, being so young and all, so I just let it alone until we dated last summer.” I shrugged. “It didn’t really work out, but I saw them again last night. Things just…clicked. Still, it’s crazy to get engaged after less than twenty-four hours.”

“Crazy? We’re all crazy,” Penny said, pointing her finger between the three of them. “Cricket had a one-night-stand which turned into a weekend with three guys, one of them ending up being Sutton who worked here at Steele Ranch which she coincidentally inherited. Kady slept with her men within hours of arriving in Montana.”

“On the front porch,” Kady added, clearly proud of that.

“And I dropped my virginity like a prom dress,” Penny offered. “Trust me, you’re a Steele sister.”

“You could have told us who you were and we’d have kept it a secret,” Kady said.

“Ha!” Cricket and Penny both shouted at the same time, as if that would have been impossible.

Penny looked to me. “Whatever the start with Wilder and King, now you’re getting married. It’s really romantic,” she said, handing me a steaming mug. I was glad she changed the subject. “Sugar or milk?”

“Milk, please.”

“I’ll get it,” Cricket said. “Go lean against the counter or something before Jamison comes in and makes you go sit down.” She pointed at Kady. “You, too. I swear, overprotective men are why I’m staying on the pill.”

Knowing she was right, Kady and Penny went to get stools from the kitchen’s peninsula and sat down, leaning their elbows back on the counter behind them to give their bellies room.

Cricket brought me a small carton of milk and I poured some into my mug, then handed it back.

“You two must have gotten pregnant right away,” I guessed since they’d only come to Barlow last summer.

“Pretty fast,” Kady said.

“The first time,” Penny shared.

The first time. That would be tomorrow for me. Good thing I had an IUD or I’d probably be pregnant right away myself. No doubt Wilder and King would be virile and attentive. And since King had said they were going to fill me with so much cum it would drip out of me all week, they’d ensure it happened.

“I’m impressed you’ve saved yourself for marriage. It’s going to make tomorrow really special,” Penny said.

“You got married right away, too?” I asked, seeing the beautiful ring on her finger.

She smiled. “Oh no. Long story, but I had lost my virginity the first night we got together. But I’d saved myself, although it wasn’t like I knew them all my life like you and Wilder and King. It just worked out that way. I’m glad now.”

I nodded, understanding. “Exactly. There just hasn’t been anyone I’ve wanted besides Wilder and King. So it never happened.” I left out that I liked kink, liked submission. They might know I got off in the laundry room, but the butt plug, the spankings weren’t being shared. “And it’s not me who wants to wait to have sex. It’s them. I had my hands on their belt buckles, eager, but they refuse to take their pants off until I’m theirs.” I held up my left hand, wiggled my bare ring finger.

King came in, grabbed my coffee and took a sip. “Everything okay?” he asked, his blue eyes studying me closely.

I bit my lip, nodded. He kissed my forehead, then left.

We burst out laughing.

“I can only imagine what’s beneath those pants,” Cricket said, her eyes alight with humor.

Penny smacked her arm. “Says the woman who has three dicks of her own.”

We stared at Penny for a second, then started laughing again.

I’d missed out on this. On sisters. It was pretty amazing. And now I had them, plus Wilder and King. It couldn’t get much better…unless I could get in their pants.

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WILDER

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“That was quick,” Sarah said as I gripped her waist and lifted her up and into King’s truck.

We were in the parking lot of the Barlow County Courthouse, the old turn-of-the-century brick building behind us. King had the marriage license in hand, his and Sarah’s signatures as husband and wife, mine as one of the witnesses.

King had folded the center console up so she could sit between us. No fucking way would she sit in the back. I wanted to be as close to her as possible. I climbed into the seat beside her. Her sisters and their men had come to witness, but had left, knowing we wanted to get Sarah home and alone. And naked.

“Clearly the judge knew he needed to give the short version of the wedding vows,” King said, sliding in behind the wheel. He winked. “Mrs. Barlow.”

Fuck, the sound of Sarah having King’s name made my dick hard. It was official.

We’d arrived at exactly nine o’clock, neither of us wanting to wait a second longer than necessary to make her ours. If only yesterday hadn’t been Sunday and the courthouse closed, she would have already been ours. I lifted her left hand, saw the simple gold band King had put on her finger with his vows. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out my ring for her. Held it up. I wanted to make it official between us, too.

Sarah’s eyes flicked up to mine. She licked her lips, which were shiny with some kind of girlie gloss. Besides that, she had on a touch of makeup. Something dark and smoky that brought out her whiskey colored eyes, her full brows. Thick lashes. And those lips…fuck.

“With this ring, I thee wed,” I said, my voice deep. Clear. It didn’t matter we were in King’s truck as I said these precious words. As long as I was with her, that I was getting my ring on her finger, was all that mattered. “To have and to hold from this day forward until death do us part.”

Tears filled her eyes, slid down her cheeks as I slipped my silver band on her finger to join King’s. Side by side, they looked perfect.

“I love you, Wilder,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” I growled. Glancing around, I knew this wasn’t the place to kiss my bride. Not when she’d just married King. “Now that we’re hitched, let’s get our wife home. I want to kiss her properly. I’ve been waiting years for this.”

King started the engine, grinning. Yeah, he felt it too. We had our girl. Between us all legal-like. Nothing would tear us apart now. And soon, we’d claim all of her. Every sweet, hot inch of her.

The ride to the Barlow Ranch usually took thirty minutes. We made it in twenty. And upstairs to King’s bedroom in another minute.

When he kicked the door shut behind him, I exhaled. This was it. The moment. Her rings glinted on her finger from the bright sunshine through the window. The bed was big enough for all three of us, at least to fuck. We were alone. Hell, no one was around for miles. Sarah wouldn’t have to stifle any sounds of pleasure. We’d hear her come, hear her as we took her for the first time. She wouldn’t have to hold anything back. Ever again.

And it started right now.

I glanced to King and he nodded. While Sarah looked nervous, she also seemed excited. Her body twitched with adrenaline, with need. Her eyes were almost black and her nipples were hard though her pretty white dress. We’d ditched our coats by the front door.

It wasn’t a bridal gown, but it was perfect. With the halter top, it made it easy for King to undo the bow at the nape of her neck, let the material fall to her waist. She was bare beneath. No bra. Only her gorgeous, pale breasts with the big nipples, fat tips and the damned rings. My mouth watered to suck on one.

From behind, King kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder, slid his hands down to her hips and worked the dress off. It pooled at her feet.

“Fuck, princess,” King whispered. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking dirty.”

I palmed my dick through my jeans. The sight of her had pre-cum seeping out. “So dirty,” I agreed. “Going to the courthouse and standing before the judge without any panties or bra.”

Goose bumps rose on her skin and she shivered. It wasn’t the least bit cold in the room and I knew it was that adrenaline again. She wanted this so fucking bad, but didn’t know what to do. Good thing she had two men in charge.

“Take off those pretty shoes,” I said, “Bend over when you do. I want one last glimpse of that virgin pussy.”

She whimpered, but did as I commanded. King moved so he, too, could share in the erotic view. A heart-shaped ass, a pink pussy all glossy and slick. Creamy thighs coated in that sweet, sticky goodness. I licked my lips, remembering her flavor.

Once she stood before us, bare from head to toe, King reached out his hand and she stepped toward him. “Kneel, princess.”

She frowned, but did so immediately, her knees cushioned by the soft carpet.

“Spread your knees wider. Good. Show us what belongs to us. Hands on your thighs, shoulders back.” King guided her to how he wanted her.

“So fucking pretty,” I commented. Those nipple rings thrust up toward us and glinted in the light just as our wedding rings did.

King took the necklace from his shirt pocket, held it up for her to see. It was a simple silver chain with a small diamond centered in the front.

“You’re our wife now. The rings on your fingers prove that. But you’re also our submissive. We’re in charge of everything in the bedroom, but also out of it when it comes to your safety, your comfort. We won’t let anything hurt you. It’s our job to protect you.”

Sarah looked up at us through her dark lashes. She nodded and King continued.

“This necklace is like a collar, a sign that your submission is ours. While others might see it as a pretty piece of jewelry, we’ll know your pussy, your orgasms, your every pleasure belongs to us.”

“And wearing it is an outward sign that you agree to this, that you submit to us, you give yourself to us, openly, wholly. Completely.”

“Yes!” she cried, ready to stand.

King held out his hand to still her.

Moving behind her, he slid her long hair over her shoulder so it fell over her left breast, then wrapped the necklace about her, the diamond settling at the base of her throat. It was a short chain, not quite a choker, but thin. Dainty. Feminine. No one looking at it would suspect the hidden—and very important—meaning.

Once clasped, she lifted her chin so I could see. “Perfect.”

I held out my hand and she took it, stood.

“Are you all right?” I asked. If she had any worries, any concerns, any reason why she might not want to proceed even though she’d practically shouted her consent, I wanted to know now. Because while she was a virgin—not for much longer—we’d push her just the way she wanted.

“Overwhelmed, but in a good way. I mean, not even two days ago I thought you two were vanilla and now we’re married. It’s happened really fast.”

That was true, it had. At the same time… “It’s been slow as fuck, princess. It hasn’t been two days, it’s been ten years.”

“If you’re not ready, we’ll wait,” King said. He ran his finger along the curve of the necklace. “If you want vanilla, you’ll have vanilla.”

She frowned. “Why would you think that now, after all we’ve done. I mean, I had a plug in my butt for three hours yesterday and now I’m naked while you’re both dressed. Again.”

King chuckled at her accompanying eye roll and my heart lightened. She lifted her hands, one to cup King’s jaw, the other to cup mine. Her skin was warm and soft and I breathed in her scent. Tilting my head, I kissed the inside of her wrist.

“I want both of you. I, too, have been waiting a long time. I just can’t believe you’re both really mine.”

“Believe it,” I said, then paused, lowered my tone. “Let’s talk about a few things while our dicks are under control. Are you on birth control?”

She flushed a pretty shade of pink, the same color as her nipples. “IUD.”

“That means, what, you can’t get pregnant for five years?” King asked. We weren’t experts on the details of all forms of birth control, which meant we’d always used condoms. Every time. The only woman we wanted marked with our cum was Sarah.

She nodded. “Four more years. I won’t get into the details of my uterus, but I don’t have periods either.”

While I had nothing against fucking our princess while she was on her period—no part of her was off limits where I was concerned—this news only made things easier. “Nothing wrong with a working uterus.”

She turned an even darker shade of pink. “I’m not ready for a baby. Maybe someday. We can talk about it and I can always have the IUD removed, but for now—”

“For now, we get you all to ourselves,” I said, suddenly possessive. I didn’t even want to share her with a baby we made. Not yet. Like she said, someday I wanted a whole houseful of kids.

“Neither of us have ever fucked without a condom. Today, with you, will be the first time. I’m clean,” King said.

“Me, too. We’ve got the test results downstairs if you want to see.”

She shook her head, her silky hair sliding over her bare shoulders. “I believe you.”

I nodded. “Good. Then we’ll take you bare. Nothing will ever be between us.”

“Okay,” she readily agreed.

“Good, now undress us, princess. Now you can have all of us. You might wear that necklace that says you submit, but our dicks belong to you.”