Dalton, Tymber - Hernando Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

Joe looked at Mason, who nodded. “Sheriff, you know why.” He looked at Katie and gripped her hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Time for the truth, sweetheart.” He looked at all the gathered men, then back to the Sheriff. “Mason and I know you figured us out, Sheriff.” He took a deep breath. “Dorchester had his men spying on the three of us. They saw that Katie is…involved with both Mason and me.”

He sent a defiant glare to the deputies, most of whom looked shocked. “Let me set something straight right now. Katie is marrying me, only because the law won’t allow her to marry both of us. We love her, and neither of us will ever walk away from her. We ain’t gonna hide who we are, either. If people think badly of us, that’s their problem, not ours. Dorchester used threats that he would ruin Mason and myself, as well as threats to have us killed, to force Katie to recant the story and withdraw the charges. Now, what’s worse? A man who will stoop to murder out of greed, or three people who truly love each other who aren’t hurting anyone else?”

The deputies shifted nervously and looked at each other. Ben Ainsley spoke up. “I, for one, want to be the first to congratulate the three of you. Ain’t my business what you do, as long as no one’s being forced to do it. There’ll be a new scandal to take y’all’s place soon enough. I’d rather see Junior sitting behind bars next to his father than to waste time gossipin’.”

The other deputies considered that for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Sheriff Birch smiled. “That’s settled then. Let’s go get us a posse.” Mason started to join them when the sheriff turned, holding up a staying hand. “I’m ordering you to stay here and guard her. At least until we have those two bastards safely sitting in jail.”

Mason smiled as he turned to Joe. “So when do you want to hold the wedding?”

He laughed as he pulled Katie to him. “How about first thing in the morning?”

The sheriff smiled. “Make it tomorrow afternoon. I want to be there.”

“Yes, sir,” Katie said as she stared first at Joe, then at Mason. “Tomorrow afternoon it is.”

Chapter Fifteen

Katie nervously studied her reflection in the mirror. She hoped Joe wouldn’t mind this was the same dress she wore when she married Paul. She’d awoken with her stomach feeling nervous and urpy again, but she imagined it was just leftover stress from the previous day’s events. After a cup of ginger tea for breakfast, she felt a little better.

With misty eyes, she sat on the bed and held Paul’s picture. “I miss you so much, but they make me happy. They’re good men. I hope you don’t think wrong of me for doing this, but I love them both, and they love me.” She stroked the frame before lovingly setting it back on the shelf. She wound the clock next, taking a moment to dust it. Then she looked at the wedding ring on her left hand and carefully removed it, placing it on her right hand.

It felt strange, but she knew in less than a few hours, Joe would be placing his own ring there.

She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door. “Yes?”

Mason stepped inside and closed the door behind her. At least he would give her away and hand her over to Joe. “You ready, sweetheart?”

She nervously nodded. “How do I look?”

He gathered her into his arms and thoroughly kissed her, taking a long moment to explore her mouth with his tongue. “Does that answer your question?” he hoarsely asked.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

He smiled. “Absolutely. And by the way, Ben Ainsley told me the story about us has already made the rounds of town, and we’ve still got people coming to the wedding. They’re just happy to see the Dorchesters out of everyone’s hair for good.”

“Did they catch them?”

He shook his head. “Not yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Everyone’s looking for them. They can’t hide for long.”

She hugged him. “Do you think women will still chase you?”

“I’m sure there will still be a few tenacious ladies dedicated to getting a ring on my finger, but I imagine most of them will get pitying looks for chasing a lost cause.”

His expression turned serious. “But you listen to me. Even if someone were to talk about us, you let me and Joe handle them. You just ignore them if they’re nasty. I don’t give a whit, and neither does Joe, what people say. They’re going to say what they want to say regardless of what the truth is. The only truth that matters is that the three of us love each other.” He kissed her again. “Understand?”

She nodded. “Absolutely.”

Ben Ainsley and two other deputies waited outside with the buggy. Joe had already ridden into town and was waiting for them there. Reverend Anderson had agreed to perform the ceremony at the church even though he now knew the truth about the three of them.

As Mason helped her up into the buggy, the three deputies took up position behind it, on guard for any sign of the Dorchesters or their men. Joe had arranged for two of their ranch hands to guard the house while they were gone.

Katie suspected the Dorchesters would never make trial. Not because of their money or influence, but because they were pretty well despised in the area. No one would shed a tear over them if they disappeared or ended up dead in a gunfight.

She voted for disappeared. There was a lot of thick piney woods in the area. A body could be hidden and never found.

Even someone as fat as Senior.

Katie clung to Mason for the entire ride. She was startled to see nearly a hundred people gathered at the church to witness the wedding. Fear set in. Would they call her a whore and berate her and her men for this?

Judging from the smiles on people’s faces, which well outweighed the occasional disapproving frown, they wouldn’t.

Katie felt like she was living a dream as Mason walked her down the aisle, handing her over to Joe, who stood waiting for her with a big smile on his face.

When the reverend launched into the vows, Katie could barely focus on what she was supposed to say. Her entire focus was on Joe’s blue eyes.

“Do you, Katherine, take Joseph to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Unable to pull her gaze away from Joe, she nodded. “I do.”

He smiled as the preacher repeated the vows for him.

Joe nodded. “I do.”

“Do you have a ring?”

Mason, who was also Joe’s best man, handed it to him. Katie fought back a fresh round of tears as she watched Joe slip it on her finger.

“By the power invested in me by God, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Joe took her into his arms and laid one on her that set the whole church applauding and nearly took her breath away. Then he whispered something to Mason, who stepped in and also kissed her. She felt her face turn beet red, but didn’t miss the second round of applause that followed.

Joe and Mason both smiled at her. “There, see? The secret is out.”

Her stomach felt a little nervous again, but she returned their smile. The men both escorted her to the Fellowship Hall, where their friends had prepared a small reception, complete with cake. Katie managed to eat a little, eager to be away from everyone despite receiving nothing but congratulations and well-wishes from those in attendance.

Finally, in a shower of rice, they made their way to the buggy. With Mason’s horse tied to the back, the three of them climbed on and left for home with two deputies following them. Only once they were safely back at the ranch did the deputies leave.

At the front door, the men stood, their heads bent in quiet discussion.

“What’s wrong?” Katie asked.

They turned. “We’re trying to figure out who gets to carry you across the threshold first,” Mason said. “Joe says it should be me, I say it should be him.”

She rolled her eyes. “How about you both do it?” She held up her arms and the men caught on. Standing on either side of her, she draped her arms over their shoulders while they locked hands underneath her, supporting her butt.

Laughing, the three of them squeezed through the door. “There, was that so hard?” she quipped when they set her back on her feet.

“No,” Mason said from in front of her, “but I am.”

Joe pressed his body along the back of hers. “Me, too.”

She felt their hard cocks. Finally, her stomach had settled enough she knew she could enjoy their attentions. “Then let’s take care of that.” Taking their hands, she led them to her bedroom where the men slowly undressed her.

Lying down on the bed, she watched their nearly identical passionate expressions as they undressed. Both of their gorgeous cocks stood at rigid attention as they climbed into bed on either side of her.

They were hers for life.

How did I get so lucky?

They both smiled at her. “Well, Mrs. Lansing,” Joe said, “what would you like to do first?”

She couldn’t help but smile at their playful grins. “I want the two of you to fuck me silly, that’s what.”

Mason reached for the jar of lotion. “Ooh, a woman who knows what she wants. I’m in love.”

Joe pulled her on top of him. He buried a hand in her tresses, pulling her down to him and kissing her, teasing her with his tongue and making her squirm against him. She wanted his cock inside her, and he wouldn’t let her mount him.

Mason laughed. “Aw, Joe, you’re being mean to your new wife. Give her what she wants.”

Joe released her hair and, without breaking their kiss, unerringly put his hands on her hips and let her get into position. With a happy sigh, she felt his thick member sink home, slowly stretching her pussy and filling her to her very womb.

Mason wasted no time kneeling behind her, slicking her ass with the lotion and pressing his cock against the tight ring of muscle.

“Breathe, baby,” he said with a grunt as he slowly pushed home.

First the slightly uncomfortable pinching burn as her body struggled to stretch and accept him, then the pleasantly full feeling as he pressed onward until his entire cock was completely buried inside her ass.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me hard, boys!”

“Your wish is our command, baby,” Mason said as he grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her hard and fast.

Beneath her, Joe held her hips as he fucked his cock up into her. She enjoyed this, literally having them both own her body at the same time, belonging totally to them, with no control over them or even herself as pleasure assaulted her. Rough and hard and raw, with the sweet, musky scent of all three of them and the squeak of the bed and the slap of flesh against flesh.

Yes, this is what she loved, and she’d be damned if she’d ever give them up again.

Her nipples rubbed against Joe’s chest, adding erotic friction to every thrust. With both cocks churning inside her, her body couldn’t help but respond, until she finally succumbed to a shattering orgasm that left her sobbing from the force of it.

“That’s our girl,” Joe said as he dug his fingers into her hips and thrust harder. Soon, he was crying out as his own release hit. Mason joined him, burying himself deep inside her as he pumped hot cum into her very depths.

Limp and exhausted, Katie collapsed, eyes closed, on top of Joe while Mason did his best not to crush her.

“Are you okay, Katie?” She heard the concern in Joe’s voice and blindly groped for both men’s hands.

“I’m perfect,” she sleepily whispered. “Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming.”

Mason chuckled and planted a kiss on her sweaty brow. She felt him get up and heard him leave the room, presumably to clean up. She didn’t move despite Joe’s cock softening and eventually sliding out of her, leaving a warm, sticky trail along her thigh. When Mason returned a moment later, he wiped her down with a wet cloth before crawling back into bed with them.