“Thomas Jones is a dead man if he ever steps into Montana. No man is ever going to get away treating you like that again, do you understand us? You are our woman, our soon-to-be wife and, of course, we want you. What he did was sick and disturbing.”
They stood and walked around the table and took her in their arms.
“You’re ours. We will die protecting you,” Ellis said.
“Never forget that,” Lee said.
Leaning back, she stared at each man. They still wanted her. “That makes me feel wonderful.”
Softly she kissed each man on the lips. “Do you remember that first night you kissed me, Ellis? Do you remember how I ran into the house?”
“Yes,” he said softly. “You had a reaction that night to what had happened in your past, didn’t you?”
“Yes, and that’s why I’m asking for your patience. I want to give you my heart, my soul, and my body, but it may take me some time to get over what Thomas tried to do to me.”
Lee softly swiped away a piece of hair that had fallen on her cheek. “Honey, we’re not Thomas. We’re good and decent men. We respect you. We want to give you so much pleasure. We want to hear you calling our names as you come.”
His blue eyes had darkened and were soft and she knew he meant what he said.
“And no one will ever treat you that way again. Not our family, your family, or anyone else in this town. I’ll kill them if they do,” Ellis said.
Relief filled her as she smiled. No, she had not wanted to tell them of her shame, but they had turned her tragedy into a positive, healing experience.
While it would take some getting used to, marrying her two men would be the best thing that had happened to her in a long, long time.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she leaned against them. “Thank you for choosing me. I promise to be the best wife possible.”