Garrett grinned as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over the back of his horse. "It will be quite enjoyable to see her resistance, but much more her submission. Until then, I expect it will be quite a battle. We'll praise her, and punish her if need be."
My brow went up. "All you can think about is spanking her?"
"Hell, no." Garrett frowned as he hefted his saddle on top of the blanket, then adjusted it into place. "I want to fuck her, too."
I shifted my hard cock in my pants. Just talking about the small sprite of a woman who was right now all but naked in our house had me hard enough to pound nails. "Tonight." It wasn't a question, but absolute fact.
Garrett agreed readily, tightening the cinch beneath the horse's belly. "The transition for her won't be easy. Most women in Liberty only have to contend with one new husband, not two."
Once ready, Garrett led his animal outside, then mounted up. The horse snorted and shifted his feet as if eager to run. "She was wet when I spanked her. I could see it coating her thighs. Her brain may not like what we're going to do, but her body sure will."
He clucked his tongue and they were off, kicking up dust in their wake.
Heading inside, I wiped my boots off on the porch, then tread lightly through the house until I found Sarah, sound asleep in the bedroom we'd shown her. She slept on her stomach, the sheet and quilt covering her, yet low enough that I could see her creamy shoulders, her arms up by her head. There were no straps for her chemise visible, meaning she was naked. Ian couldn't get here soon enough. Her stunning hair was a wild tangle on the pillow. Equally red brows curved over her closed eyes, the lashes long and thick. I thought of the hint of red curls I'd seen that covered her pussy and felt my balls draw up tight. I couldn't stare at her any longer, for the temptation she presented was almost impossible to resist. Closing the door behind me, I retreated as quietly as possible. When she awoke, she'd be well rested. Well rested for her wedding.
***
No doubt the scent of the evening meal had Sarah stirring. She sounded like the mouse I often heard in the attic, dashing from her bedroom to the washroom, then back. When she did make an appearance, Garrett, Ian and I were tucked into our ham and potatoes. The fork was halfway to my mouth whe
n her head popped around the corner. She gasped and ducked back out of sight when she saw the sheriff.
"Sarah," I called out. The other men turned to where I looked. Only an empty hallway. "Don't hide, please."
"But I'm only wearing my shift and...and the...sheriff--"
Her fretful voice tapered off to nothing.
The idea of Ian seeing her as we had made my dinner sour in my stomach. I'd share her with Garrett, but no one else. I saw my brother's jaw clench.
"I can come back," Ian offered, his voice deep. Our friend's brown hair had an indent of his hat visible in the strands. A day’s growth of beard covered his jaw, his skin tan from the sun, but I could see weariness in his eyes. He'd been up most of the night searching for Sarah and it showed. He wore a simple blue shirt with his tin star pinned to it, a reminder of his role.
"No. We'll get this done," Garrett told him. "I doubt you'll wish to spend the night."
Ian grinned, well aware no man wanted guests about on their wedding night. "As you said, let's get this done and I'll be on my way. I long for a bed, although for completely different reasons than yours."
"Get the quilt from your bed and cover yourself with it," I called out, not willing to share one inch of her delectable body with our friend. "Then join us."
A few minutes later, Sarah returned, her hesistant steps almost silent.
All three of us stood abruptly, our chairs rubbing noisily against the wood floor. The colorful quilt covered Sarah from shoulder to toes, a small hand grasping the two sides tightly by her neck. Her red hair went long down her back, the curls tumbling wildly. She looked clean; neither bits of grass nor smudges of dirt marred her porcelain skin. Her green eyes, while wary, looked alert. She seemed tentative, but not fearful and panicky as she had this morning. Perhaps the rest, and the removal of the harness, did her good.
"Hello, Sarah," Ian said, his voice neutral.
"Sheriff."
"You'll be pleased to hear Devney has married Sam Bridger."
Her head whipped up at his words, her mouth falling open. "Married? But...but they met just yesterday." Her eyes narrowed. "Did he force her?"
Ian held both hands up in front of him. "No. I guarantee she readily agreed."
Sarah considered his words, but appeared doubtful.
"Are you hungry?" I asked. Even though we'd offered her a meal earlier, she had yet to eat today.
She eyed the food upon the table greedily, thoughts of her stepmother's marriage derailed by hunger. "Yes, thank you. It looks delicious, but I wanted to ask after my bag. I'd like to put on a clean dress as I feel a little...inappropriate in just my shift."
"We'll talk about your clothes later," I told her. Garrett went and fetched a plate and utensils, a glass, a napkin and placed them all in front of the empty chair. "You haven't eaten all day and you're too small to miss meals. Sit, please." I gestured toward her plate.