Annabelle: An Erotic Western Spanking Menage (Doms of Destiny Trail Book 1) Page 8

  Her legs were shaking now and she was staring down her body, a strange swirl of wonder, awe and trepidation at what the two men would do to her next. Then she felt it. Slowly, she felt Rem prying her sopping lips apart, his tongue keeping the steady rhythm it had found. His fingers pushed into her now, making her hips buck as her body tried to grind against his mouth. But they were holding her still and she could only submit at the pace they had chosen for her.

  Then they curled inside her, the way Blaise's had done. She felt them touch the same spot Blaise had touched and her whimpers turned into a soft moan, an agonized, begging sound. The pace of his mouth upon her steady, he curled the fingers up again. Again she bucked. The blinding white euphoria that had almost swallowed her before returned and she began to lose herself in it. Now her feet, that had been flexing around him so, were gone, then the feeling in her hands disappeared then finally everything else was gong expect the feeling of the two men's mouths on her body, the sweet, sticky sound of her sopping pussy and finally only the white hot ball of pressure that had built from the ache in her middle, threatening to burst.

  When it did she cried out loudly. Her head pressed back into the pillow, her back arching, jutting her breasts forward and against the wetness of Blaise's mouth. As the climax roared through her, she straightened again, her feet pawing at the bed beneath them, her body trying to crawl and put itself even closer to Rem's hot mouth. Up she rose again with a shudder and another scream, pressing against them and wishing that the feeling would never end.

  Then, slowly, just as slowly as they'd brought her to this place, the eased her from it with licks and kisses, their touch more gentle now as she floated back down on the bed like a bright orange leaf to the earth in fall. With one final shudder, she felt Rem take his fingers from her sex. He kissed her there again, on her lips, swollen from his touch, but she shuddered again, unable to bear another second of his touch there.

  They pulled themselves up, their hard bodies pressing against her softness. She felt drunk and groggy, like she'd had too much whisky but not enough and it had made her sleepy.

  "Did you like your reward? For being a good girl?" Rem asked from one side. Her eyelids fluttered open to look at him but she could barely keep herself awake. She nodded, unable to bring herself to speak. The feeling of a blanket settling softly on her made her even more tired and she curled up against Rem's hard frame. The Blaise came from her others side, wrapping his hard frame around the other side of her soft body.

  This must be a dream, she thought, unable to believe that such a feeling could exist for real. If it weren't a dream, then surely she'd died and gone to heaven.

  Chapter 8

  The smell of strong coffee roused Rem from sleep. With blurry eyes he turned to look out the window. The haze of morning was just being pushed back towards the night by the light of the sun. Realizing he wasn't in his own bed caused the memory of everything that had happened yesterday flooded through him, followed by an angry lust for vengeance. He looked over and realized Annabelle and Blaise were still sleeping. His cock stiffened at the sight of her.

  He'd felt a need like never before for her, last night and he felt it now. But they'd agreed, Blaise and he, that they wouldn't claim her until they were properly married. So instead of unwrapping her of the blankets she was curled into, he pushed the thought of her beautiful round, naked body to one side and slipped slowly, softly out of the bed.

  Amos was up already, coffee in hand, looking out the window and down the dusty road.

  "Morning Mr..." Rem began, catching his mistake before he said it out loud. "Morning Amos." Amos turned to him with a smile.

  "Morning Rem. How'd you sleep?" Amos replied.

  "Slept like a log. In fact, I'll need some of that coffee if I'm not to just lie right back down and go back to sleeping."

  "Coming right up. There's a lot that happened yesterday, that's for sure." Amos crossed the kitchen, took a cup out of the cupboard and poured Rem a steaming mug of black coffee. "That'll set you straight."

  "Sure will," Rem said, taking a long draw, slowly not to burn his tongue. "Yup. That'll do it."

  "Look, Rem, I hope you don't mind but I had one of the boys that came in today send for a friend of mine."

  "Oh?" Rem asked, taking another sip of the tarry liquid.

  "He's an old friend. A retired judge." Rem scowled. "It's not what you think. I don't think getting the law involved in any of this would do any good. No I just..." Amos paused, searching for the words to finish his thought. "I just thought that, well, call me old fashioned but I thought that..."

  "...that we should marry those girls proper?" Rem asked evenly over the rim of his mug. Amos sighed in relief at being spared having to say the words himself.

  "That's just it Rem."

  "Mr...uh, sorry. It's just going to take some getting used to. Amos, I couldn't agree with you more and I couldn't be happier that you did. I know the other fellas'll feel the same way. In fact I know they will."

  "Oh that's a relief Rem. For a while there I thought I might have overstepped."

  "Morning all."

  "Good morning."

  Rem and Amos turned to see Tex and Mack walking into the room, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. The swelling on Mack's face had gone down and the bruises had darkened some.

  "Well, pretty soon you'll be as good as new," Rem said, walking over to him and putting a finger on his cheek to turn his head.

  "Yow!" Mack said, backing up a step. "That still smarts you know?"

  "Yeah. I suppose it does. There's still a part of me that wouldn't mind finding the boys that did this and treating them to a little of our own cowboy love..." Rem said, unable to help the desire for vengeance that rose inside him at what they'd done to Mack.

  "We decided last night, that's not gonna get us anywhere." They all turned at the sound of Blaise's voice rumbling through the room. Once he'd finished buttoning his shirt, he made straight for the coffee, poured a cup and took a giant swig. "Tired as hell..." he muttered, shaking his head slightly at the bitter taste.

  "Well, Amos has done us another favour," Rem said to the three of them. "He's sent for a judge to see us married."

  "Married? When?" Tex asked.

  Amos shrank slightly and looked to Rem to explain the situation to his friends.

  "Today. Right here. He didn't want to say it, but he figure we shouldn't be..."

  "...heading out into the middle of nowhere without the women knowing that we're serious?" Blaise interrupted, finishing Rem's thought. Rem nodded.

  "Mr Ev...uh, sorry, Amos" Tex said, a little bashful at the slip, "it's gonna be a little hard to get used to that."

  "Rem said the same thing," Amos chuckled. Tex went on.

  "Amos I couldn't agree with you more and I appreciate all you've done for us but I really don't think we can accept any more of your generosity."

  Amos straightened, as if her were trying to reach the same height as the man talking to him. "You can think all you want Tex, but you're going to have to find it in your heart to endure some more. I've got two covered wagons with a horse on each and a crate of supplies out in the barn waiting for you. For the four of you."

  A stunned silence descended on them as they stared at the smug Amos Evans. When Rem finally spoke, his voice was quiet, shy almost.

  "Amos...I'm not sure what to say...I don't think any of us are..."

  "You can say thank you very much and be on your way. I think that's about the only thing you can do," Amos replied.

  "No," Mack's voice came from the corner. "It's too much. How would we ever repay you for all that? I can't take that kind of charity." Rem looked at him. He seemed certain of what he'd said.

  "I've thought of that," Amos said, setting his coffee down on the table and sitting down in one of the chairs. "Gather round boys."

  The men took their seats around the table, coffee's in hand, and listened to what their old boss had to say.

  "The way I see it,
you boys are in a bit of a bind right now," he began. Mack interrupted.

  "Sure we are, but it's nothing we can't climb out of ourselves. If we're really going to do this, if we're all really set on heading further west," he said, looking around the group, "we're going to run into a hell of a lot more trouble than how to scrape together enough money for a few wagons. We've got our own horses anyways."

  "And I'm not saying you couldn't do it yourself Mack, not saying that at all," Amos replied, holding up a hand. "Let me put it this way. Consider this a loan and not a gift. Now listen up boys," Amos leaned in, his voice hitting an earnest note. "You boys helped me build this ranch, that much is certain, isn't it?"

  The men looked around at each other and nodded. They had been working for Amos Evans for a long time.

  "Sometimes, no matter how hard a man tries, he can't help but take some help from a friend. It's what's going to make this country great and now that we're friends, I'm offering to help you out. Just for now. Just till you get started."

  The four of them looked at each other. Rem studied their faces carefully as they did. As close as they'd become, he could easily tell who was behind an idea and who was in front of it, even before any of them said anything.

  "How are we going to repay you then?" Blaise asked quietly. Amos shrugged.

  "I haven't thought that part through yet. It was my intention to marry. I thought I'd need the money for the wedding and for seeing that my bride was well taken care of. Now that's not happening, I've got a few dimes to spare."

  A knock at the door made them all jump slightly. The events of last night had left them all on edge.

  "Relax boys," Amos reassured them, rising from his chair. "That'll be Judge Riley. I'll be back in a second."

  As they watched him walk off towards the door, Tex leaned in to the circle.

  "I don't know how I feel about this fellas. It seems we're relying too much on Amos' generosity."

  "That may be so," Mack answered, "but the man's right. We just don't have much choice."

  "But it seems he's giving us everything. The horses, the wagons, the supplies, hell he even gave you boys a bride!"

  Rem shot a scowl towards Tex. Even though he was right, he didn't like hearing it said out loud.

  "Alright, easy does it," Mack said, leaning in between the two of them. "The last thing I need is to be breaking up fights between you two."

  Tex shrugged and looked away, taking another draw of his coffee.

  "Mack's right," Rem said. "We'll find a way to repay Amos' kindness. Right now, we can't do without it."

  "Boys, I'd like you to meet Judge Riley," Amos said, stepping back into the kitchen with an older gentleman dressed in a black suit, white shirt, a thin tie hanging from his neck.

  The men all stood and shook hands with the old Judge as Amos introduced them one by one. Once introductions were done, Blaise and Tex went off to collect the women, still sleeping in the bedrooms.

  "So Amos has told me you boys have been having a bit of trouble," the Judge said, eyeing the bruises on Mack's face. Mack didn't look away.

  "Nothing we can't handle," he replied, taking the last sip of his coffee.

  "That's all fine, but you know Sam wouldn't stand for that kind of lawlessness in his town. He'd have those men in the jailhouse and in front of a judge before they knew what was happening if he found out."

  The men shifted, uneasy at getting the law involved.

  "If it's all the same to you, we'd rather not," Rem said finally, speaking for the both of them. "We're heading west anyways. We're not wanted here and the only thing I feel that would bring would be more trouble."

  Judge Riley seemed to think on the suggestion and nodded after a while. "I suppose you're right. If you're leaving anyway..." he trailed off. Blaise and Tex emerged from the rooms at the same time, a woman on each of their arms.

  Rem felt himself flex at the very sight of Annabelle. His thoughts wandered back to the previous night, the way his hard body had felt against her soft curves. How he'd wanted to crawl between her legs and sink his throbbing cock into the delicate folds of flesh he'd tasted. If they really were to be married today, he might just have the chance. He shook the thought from his mind, realizing he was staring at her as she walked towards him.

  "So..." Judge Riley began, pausing to find the words to express what he was about to say next. "Amos tells me you gentleman have a somewhat...unusual situation?"

  Rem felt his back straighten. He wondered how much Amos had explained to the Judge and what the man had thought of it. When he glanced at Amos, his old boss nodded at him, reassuring him that everything had been explained. Just in case, Rem decided to offer an explanation of his own.

  "We do believe in a different kind of marriage, it's true." He looked at the Judge, trying to gauge his reaction.

  "Well, I've no quarrel with it. Only thing is, I've never married two men to a single woman before. How do the rings work?"

  The question lingered in the air, tension building around it until it burst at the sound of Tex's laugh. The six men all fell into an easy chuckle, leaving only the two women looking at each other in shock. It was hard to say if they were mortified, or simply scared.

  "Well, to be honest with you Judge Riley, we weren't expecting a ceremony so soon. We've not had the time to make arrangements..." Rem offered by way of explanation. The Judge waved his concerns away with his hand.

  "Never mind. We'll manage. If rings were the most important thing about a marriage, well we could all just buy our way to happiness. The important thing is that you gentleman take and care for these women, hold them above all else in importance and see to it that their happiness is always the first thing on your mind in the morning and the last thing on it at night. You think you can do that?"

  "There'll be no problem with that," Tex said, the gravity in his voice conveying how certain they all were of their intentions.

  "Let's get on with it then," Judge Riley said.

  The ceremony he held was as simple as it was short. With two men on either side of the blushing brides, he asked the questions of intent, made each of them repeat a solemn vow that ended with "Till death do us part," then made the women do the same with each of their men. When Rem looked into Annabelle's beautiful round eyes, he could barely contain the love he felt for her already. Nothing was going to stand in the way of him, of the both of them, making her the happiest woman in the world.

  Amos made an excellent witness to the proceedings and watched with an expression that appeared to be pride on his face. Once the ceremony was finished, Judge Riley, a little unsure of himself asked them to seal the vows with a kiss. A moment of awkwardness followed that erupted into more laughter from the men and this time made both Annabelle and Daisy-Lou giggle slightly.

  Rem took charge and took his bride by the arms, leaning over her until their lips were barely touching, quelling her giddiness with his firm grip. When he pressed his lips to her, he felt her hesitate, shy at being the object of so many people's attention. But as soon as she'd tasted him on her again, he felt her body melt as she opened her mouth and let him in. Her body pressed up against his and he felt his cock throb at having her so close. No matter what happened on the trail that day, tonight, she would be theirs.

  ***

  Once Judge Riley had made the pronouncements of marriage, they all celebrated with another cup of coffee, chatting easily with Amos and the Judge. Even the women seemed to settle more easily into their new roles, talking and even laughing with each other as if they were already friends.

  Blaise smiled at the sight of Annabelle smiling herself. It must have been some change for her, to come all the way out here thinking she was marrying one man, then being told she would have to marry two of them instead. But if her reaction to their affections last night was anything to go by, he didn't think it would take her long before she felt just as at home with them as she had in her previous life.

  Once Judge Riley had left, Amos had the wa
gons and the horses brought around and they started putting crates in wagons, the whole time feeling like the whole thing was too good to be true. With everything packed up and the women waiting in the wagons, the four men stepped up to the porch where Amos had been keeping a watchful eye over the whole thing.

  "How long do you reckon it'll take you to get out there?" Amos asked, nodding out towards the mountains.

  "Hundred miles at least. We'll only keep one horse on the wagon and walk if we have to. I'd say five, maybe six days? Any faster and we'd tire the horses out."

  Amos nodded. "Well, there's lots of good land out there, that's for sure. You'll have your work cut out for you but at least it'll be yours."

  Rem watched as Blaise climbed the steps to shake Amos' hand. "We're not going to forget about this, Amos," he said with a firm shake.

  "I know you won't. You boys are good for it. Just remember, there might come a time I need you too. I'll be counting on you then."

  They each shook hands with Amos and Rem even felt something catch in his throat. Though they couldn't have asked for better luck, having a man as generous as Amos was for a boss and now a friend, it was still sad to be leaving. They'd had many a good time on his ranch in his employ and there was always something said about moving on. But the hope of what they might build for themselves once they'd reached their new home quelled any regret at leaving what they had now and once they'd all said their goodbyes, they took to the wagons and headed down the dusty road and into town one last time.

  Blaise watched as each of the sellers in the shops that lined the main street peered through their windows as their tiny caravan made its way through the quiet, dusty town. It was the last they'd be seeing of the train station for some time, and of any other people for that matter. A nervous excitement gripped him at the prospect that it might be months, maybe even a year before any of them rode back down here again. He turned and glanced at Annabelle, seated beside him on the bench at the front of the wagon. On his other side, Rem was riding their other horse. Being in between the two of them quelled his anxiety completely. There might be some tough times ahead, but he couldn't think of a better set of friends to face them with.