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the windows to minimize dust and the interior was warm. The three of us were alone, a large purse to the driver ensured we had privacy for the duration of our journey, not that there was much room for other passengers.
    Emma wore a blue silk dress, the bodice low cut enough that the swells of her breasts were plump and full above the lace trimmed edge. The sleeves were long, the waist trim. The fabric and color were decadent and impractical for travel, but certainly showcased our wife's eyes and other attributes. Mrs. Pratt had done as requested and delivered something to wear to the hotel, but it was not the least bit serviceable. When Emma had questioned what had happened to her very serviceable dress she'd been wearing upon her arrival at the brothel, Mrs. Pratt only replied that the alternate dress might please Kane and me more. It certainly kept us focused on her assets. The appreciative look from the coach driver hadn't been missed by me or Kane. We were not the only ones that found Emma beautiful.
    "Where is it we are headed?" she asked, her gaze turned towards the window.
    "Travis Point," Kane told her. "From there, we will ride the rest of the way to Bridgewater, our ranch, by horse. We have a few hours to fill and there are many very pleasant ways to pass the time."
    She sat directly across from me, our knees bumping on occasion. "Pleasant ways? You mean what we did last night?" Her gaze shifted to meet Kane's, then mine. "Or what we did earlier?"
    The sun shifted and filled the stage, Emma's body swathed in a stripe of bright sunshine. She was so lovely, so endearing when she looked at us with such questioning glances. Knowing we'd saved her from a less appealing fate made her innocence even more precious.
    "There is so much more, lass. Undo the buttons on your dress and show us your beautiful breasts," I commanded.
    Her plump lower lip fell open as she looked around. "Here? Now?"
    "We are quite alone for the moment and I wish to see your beautiful breasts. Kane?"
    "Yes. Your breasts are lovely and shouldn't be hidden from us."
    "But–"
    "Do not question us, baby. It will please us to see you so," Kane countered, the tone of his voice shifted to commanding. If we wished to see her breasts, we would not be deterred.
    She must have heard the sharp bite in his voice because her fingers went up to undo the tiny buttons that ran down the length of her bodice. Slowly, the two sides flapped open, revealing her white corset. I had ensured the fit was quite snug when I dressed her, pulling the laces tight, so I knew her nipples were just below the edge. In fact, I could see the upper curve of one pink tip peeking out above the top.
    "Lift your breasts out," I told her. She belonged to both of us – in all things – and the quicker she acclimated to having two men to please, the better. Two men to please, two men to obey. The ranch was a rugged place, where dangers abounded. The land was harsh and rugged. We were rugged. She would obey us in the bedroom for her pleasure and outside of it to keep her safe.
    As she held my gaze, she tugged the front of the corset down to sit at the bottom curve of her breasts. Cupping herself, she adjusted her soft flesh until it was fully exposed. With the tight corset beneath, her creamy globes were lifted high and thrust out, the soft pink tips plump and pointing straight towards us. I kent how they tasted, how they felt against my tongue. My mouth watered to suckle at them again, but I wanted something else from her first.
    "On your knees, lass." I gestured with my chin to the floor between my wide stretched legs.
    "Ian," she countered, her eyes flitting left and right, but I arched a brow.
    "I can spank you for your disobeying Ian, but you will still end up on your knees before him," Kane said.
    Her eyes flared in surprise at his words. "Disobey? You mean–"
    "Yes, we would spank you," Kane reiterated.
    Licking her lips, she slid off the bench seat, knelt on the wooden floor, and