ADULT EXCERPT

Wade nodded. “Let’s make sure.” He moved so fast she didn’t have a chance to escape him. He lifted her effortlessly, holding her under his arm while raising her skirt.

Kicking and twisting with all her might, she couldn’t get away. “What are you doing? Put me down. I said I was sorry.”

With Ben’s help, Wade hiked her skirt to her waist and tucked it away. “You’re gonna get a spankin’ for doin’ somethin’ you shouldn’ta done. Be still.”

His calm tone scared her more than anything else. “You can’t do this.”

With Ben holding her legs, she couldn’t kick anymore. She settled for beating on Wade’s leg. “If you do this, I’ll hate you!”

Wade delivered the first slap, surprising her so much she froze. “You already told us you hate us so that threat won’t work.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

Another slap landed. “You’ve been sayin’ a lot of things you don’t mean lately. We don’t cotton to our wife lyin’ to us, Tory.”

She struggled, but hanging face down at Wade’s side, she couldn’t get any leverage at all. “That hurts! You can’t beat me. I’m not a liar.”

Wade rubbed her bottom, spreading the heat. “Nobody will ever beat you. A spankin’s another thing.” He ripped her pantalettes, tossing them aside and leaving her bottom bare.

“You brute. That’s the only pantalettes I have.”

Ben ran his hands up and down her legs. “Good. Don’t wear ’em no more under your skirt.”

Tory shuddered under their hands. “Let me go.” Their rough hands moved gently over her thighs and bottom, holding her still at the same time.

Wade slapped her bottom again. “Are you going to throw any more water pitchers at me?”

Wriggling, she tried to kick at them again. “I already said I was sorry. Let go of me.”

Wade chuckled. “Not ’til we’re done. Are you gonna threaten to leave again?”

Tory gasped as a hand slid between her thighs. “I told you I’m not leaving.” Another slap made her tighten her bottom. The hand between her legs distracted her into loosening up and another slap landed, one that stung even more.

Tory gasped at the heat and didn’t have enough time to recover before a thick finger slid into her pussy. Surprise rendered her motionless as the finger inside her began to move.

Ben’s low voice poured over her like warm honey. “You’re wet again, darlin’. I think we have a wife who likes to have her fanny spanked. Not so prim and proper now, are you?”

Tory wanted to die of embarrassment. How could this kind of thing make her want to drag her husbands to the bedroom? She tried really hard to stop clenching her muscles and tightening on Ben’s finger moving inside her, but she couldn’t. Fighting for dignity in this position would be hard, but she had to try. “I don’t like this. I’m just afraid.”

Wade laughed. “You like it. You’re gonna hafta stop all this lyin’, darlin’ or you’re gonna find yourself in a heap of trouble.”

“You’re hurting me.”

Ben stroked faster. “Another lie. You’re embarrassed and aroused, but you ain’t hurt.”

“I am.”

Ben stopped his stroking so Wade could deliver another slap. “These lies are gonna keep gettin’ you into trouble.”

Tory kept lifting into his strokes, unable to stop. “You brute. I hate you.”

Ben laughed coldly. “I like the way you hate me. Let’s see if I can make you hate me some more.” He wrapped an arm around her and took her from Wade, holding her against his chest, the material of his pants rough on her warm bottom.

Tory flailed, trying to get loose. “Let go of me. What are you doing? You can’t do this here. Someone could come in.”

Ben placed her on her stomach over a stack of feed, shoving her skirt out of the way and placing a restraining hand on her back. “They will if you keep hollerin’.”

Tory groaned when Ben’s cock began to push inside her pussy, involuntarily lifting her bottom to make it easier for him. Her shock at being taken this way quickly dissipated as the overwhelming lust continued to build.

“That’s good, darlin’. Push back against me. You’re such a wild little thing.”

Tory moaned as he filled her, tightening on him as he began stroking. “I’m, oh my, not wild or oh, not little.” Her protest ended on a moan as he sunk deep and slapped her bottom again.

“You might be tall for a woman, but you’re still little compared to us.” He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “And you’re wilder than any of them painted ladies in the brothel. And you’re all ours.”

Tory kicked her legs, trying to gain purchase as he began to stroke, slow and deep. “Did you just call me a whore?”

Another sharp slap on her other bottom cheek made her burn even hotter. “No. You ain’t a whore. A whore gives this to every man. This is all ours. I don’t want a proper lady in my bed. I want a wildcat.”

Wade ran a hand down her back and turned her to face him. “It looks like we got one. Look at how she’s liftin’ up.” He bent to kiss her. “God, I adore you.”

Ben’s thrusts came faster now, going deeper in this position. “So good. My wild little wife.”

Tory couldn’t stop moaning. The friction of Ben moving inside her stole the last of her inhibitions. It felt so good, so good that she forgot about being in the stable, forgot about the possibility that someone could walk in, forgot everything except what he and Wade did to her.

Wade’s hands stayed busy, one on her back holding her steady while the other caressed her hair. “That’s it, darlin’. I love those little sounds you make.”

Just as those wonderful shivers started, Ben slowed his strokes. “She’s so damned tight. She’s close. Hold on to her.”

Tory shuddered as Wade’s hand on her back firmed while Ben ran both hands over her hips and bottom. “Please, go faster.”

“I will, darlin’. There’s something else I wanna do first. You got her?”

Wade pushed back her hair and placed his other hand between her shoulder blades. “I’ve got her. Do it.”

Tory got more nervous with each passing second, but found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the way Ben filled her. What would they do to her?

Ben slid his thick cock over flesh so sensitive that every stroke became as necessary for her survival as breathing.

She wanted more. She would never get enough of this.

His big hands moved over her bottom firmly and she fully expected another slap. Instead Ben’s hand covered her bottom cheeks, separating them.

Frustrated that when his strokes slowed again, she tried to move, moaning her frustration when she couldn’t. “Ben, I, what are you, oh God.” Ben’s hand lay splayed over her bottom, his thumb pushing insistently against her bottom hole.

“Relax, darlin’. Hell, she’s tightenin’ on my cock.”