talking about, a whip slapped against his buttocks. Alec had barely hit him, but the stinging sensation was intoxicating. “Do that again,” Thomas begged.
“Oh? My boy likes to be spanked, aye?”
Another slap made Thomas suck in a breath as his cock jerked. “Aye!”
Alec’s tongue soothed the sting of the whip. Then he gently pried Thomas’s cheeks apart, spit on his hand, and swirled his finger around the tight hole. Slipping past the ring of muscles, he pushed gently until he could fit two fingers inside Thomas, stroking the sweet spot that made lights flash behind Thomas’s eyes.
Thomas cast a look over his shoulder. “Fuck me, Alec! Please!”
Alec kept fingering Thomas as he fumbled with his own belt and pants with his free hand. He let out a frustrated grunt before they finally fell to his ankles. His cock was thick and hard, and drops of fluid surged from the head.
“Fuck me!”
Alec slapped him on the rump with his open palm. “ I’m running this show, laddie.” But despite the reprimand, he withdrew his fingers and pressed the blunt head of his cock against Thomas’s ass. He slipped inside, thrusting deeply until he was buried balls deep.
The rhythm was fast, rough, and exactly what Thomas needed. Alec’s growls added to the thrill, and before long, another orgasm began to build.
Alec reached around to grasp Thomas’s cock, and he pumped in pace with slamming into Thomas’s ass. The men came together, Alec’s heat filling Thomas as he splattered his seed on the saddle.
Chapter 4
August, 1866
Hope had known that people would stare, but she still found their intense scrutiny disturbing. The August heat made it difficult to draw a full breath, and she longed to cast aside her corset. She never wore it on the farm, needing to have freedom of movement to keep her farm running. Today, however, she wanted to keep up appearances as best she could. Even though the silly thing fastened in the front, she hadn’t been able to pull the laces too awfully tight. But the garment still held her ribs rigid enough to make her uncomfortable.
The sun beat down on her, and she adjusted her bonnet so it shaded her eyes better. Her face was already freckled and tan since she wore it no more often than she did her corset. Added to her callused hands and sleek muscles from all the hard work, no one could find her the least bit feminine or attractive.
Yet Alec and Thomas complimented her often, making her cheeks warm and her heart skip a quick beat each time they told her how beautiful her eyes were or how her hair shone in the sunlight. They courted her in a way that made her feel cherished and desirable as they pushed aside the bitter memories of her short and painful marriage. She found her time on her farm a joy now instead of a burden, and all because Alec and Thomas had taught her how to smile again.
The flirtations were amusing, and she knew nothing could come of them. Still, the more time she spent with her workers, the more her heart was filled with each of them.
Two old men sat in front of the general store, playing a game of checkers by laying their game board over a cracker barrel. They stopped to gape as she drove by—the same reaction all the townsfolk gave her. Hope chose to bear their scrutiny with quiet dignity instead of returning their rude glares.
Alec had insisted on sitting next to her on the wagon’s seat, and Thomas took her other side like a child afraid of being left out of playtime. The entire ride to Clearbrook had been an assault on her senses. Their pleasant masculine smell. The touch of their bodies. Every time the wagon jostled, she found her thighs rubbing indecently against theirs.
While they chatted about nothing of real importance, the men both hung on her every word. Alec would reach over and pat her leg. Thomas would tuck back any strand of hair that escaped the bonnet. She’d made a witty remark that earned her kisses on each cheek.
The more she thought
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