Shattered Hearts A MFM Love Story

~ ~ Maddy ~ ~

Flitting from guest to guest, it warmed my heart to see everyone who meant something to us was here to share our big day. It had truly been one of the best days of my life. And emotion thickened my throat every time I reminded myself it was real.

This was my life now. I was Mrs Maddy Reilly.

I felt one of my husband's approach. And I didn’t need to turn around to know which one it was...Logan.

As time went on, I’d developed a sixth sense where they were concerned. Even if blindfolded, I could identify who was in front of me solely based on my heightened sense of intuition.

Soft lips warmed my shoulder and traced a line up to my ear. “May I have this dance, Mrs Reilly?”

I smiled, setting my empty champagne glass down, and turned to accept his offered hand. On the dance floor, he slipped his arms around me and pulled me close enough that our chests were nearly touching. When I looked up at him, I could have stood on my tiptoes and met his lips.

“You happy Mrs Reilly?”

Mrs Reilly. I would never tire of hearing that. Or them, as I stared up at him.

I know beautiful ain’t a word normally associated with men. But he was. With his high cheekbones, a firm chin and thick dark lashes that framed his grey eyes, which could go from kind to hot in a flash—which they were doing right now.

A shiver ran through me and I wanted to run my hands through his dark hair, wrap myself around him. Lose myself in him.

“Maddy?”

Oh, right. He’d asked me a question. “More than I ever thought possible,” I answered with an honest smile.

Logan dipped his head and nuzzled his nose along mine. “Good,” he rumbled. “I like hearin’ that.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I rested my head on his chest, feeling his strong heart beneath as we swayed to the music.

“I’m gonna ask that question every day,” he whispered roughly.

I pulled my head back. “Are you... happy?”

My question genuinely surprised him. “Princess. You, me and Jackson. The ranch. Everything I ever wanted is right here.”

I didn’t know where Logan got the idea he wasn’t good with words. He always said the right thing at the perfect time, even when I didn’t always want to hear what he had to say.

I nodded, basking in the emotions written on his face. Every time he touched me, kissed me, I felt it.

Which reminded me. The day was marching on, and I had to prepare for tonight. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and went up to my tippy toes and stole a chaste kiss, pulling back before it could devolve into more.

That was the thing with my husbands. They made me forget myself, and it was easy to get lost under their spell.

Untangling myself, I stepped free.

“Hey, the song ain’t finished,” he protested, trying to pull me back into his arms. “Where you goin’?”

Shaking my head. “That champagne’s gone right through me, and you wouldn’t want my bladder exploding and ruining my pretty dress now?” I could see he bought my little white lie, although technically it wasn’t a lie. I needed the bathroom.

“No, we don’t want that.” A smile curved his lips. “But don’t take long. You owe me another dance.”

My mind dithered as I hastily made a retreat. My belly twisted and tumbled, spinning like a washing cycle. On my way out of the marquee, I spotted Jackson chatting away with his army buddy. He smiled and flicked his head up when he saw me and from this distance, I could see the heat in his eyes, too.

Like Logan, he’d taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves and my gaze slipped all over him. He looked divine in his formal wear, but I just as much preferred him in tight t-shirts and jeans that hugged his ass just right.

Oh boy.

Desire pooled low in my tummy, and I cursed the timing of it. I finger waved and kept on walking, snagging a fresh glass of champagne along the way.

I rarely drank. But not tonight—hell no!

Tonight required some much-needed liquid courage to make sure I didn’t chicken out on my plans.

Smiling at passing guests and ducking my head to dodge all and any conversation, a pair of shoes I recognised fell in step with me.

“Whose lit a fire under your ass?” asked Riley Jo.

It was true what they said about pregnant women glowing. My sister was practically a beacon of light. “Bathroom break,” I offered that much freely.

“I see,” she replied with a coy look and a cocked eyebrow. “And that requires a glass of champagne, huh?”

“I’m thirsty. Ain’t no law against it.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re flipping the sign over to two-lane traffic, huh?”

Two lane what? Maybe it was the alcohol that had scrambled my brain, but I wasn’t following.

“What? No?” she grinned. “How ’bout getting ready to play in the mud, then?”

This time, she nudged my shoulder with hers.

“Playing in the what now?” I really shouldn’t have asked.

“Y’know poop chute plundering. Deep cave diving!”

And then she was full-on laughing, and it dawned on me. “Shush Riley Jo. Keep it down. People can hear you!” I waved over at Aunt Jody, who was chatting to my Nana Em and Howard.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m only messing.” Her giggles quietened some. “But seriously, are you ready to break in the new seat?”

She couldn’t help herself. But still, it was best not to encourage her.

“Your interest in my sex life is a little scary, you know that, right?”

“Awe, c’mon, you’re no fun.” She nudged my shoulder again. “Don’t you like being the butt of my jokes?” This time her elbow prodded me. “Get it—Butt.”

Ugh. I rolled my eyes, but it was hard to hold back my smile. “Any more in there you wanna get out or forever hold your peace?”

She shrugged. “Nah. That’s it. I think I’m ’bout done.”

Thank the Lord.

We walked a few more steps in silence and I felt my tummy starting up again, spinning and churning something rotten. My feet came to an abrupt halt, and I grabbed Riley Jo’s arm to stop her as she spun around.

“Everything okay, Maddy?”

My throat bobbed. “Do you—” my voice lowered as I glanced around to check no one was in earshot. “—Think I can do this?”

A smile formed on her lips and it grew wider as she shook her head. “Maddy, I’ve watched how you keep those boys in line. If anyone can do this—it’s you.”

I hoped she was right.

“Trust me. You got this.” She put one arm around me and side-hugged me. “But, seeing as you have things to do.” She winked. “I’ll be off to find my husband.”

What? That was it? No more ribbing? It wasn’t like Riley Jo to quit so easily.

“Laters.” She wiggled her eyebrows and I caught that look. The look that said she was plotting something.

And with a parting shot, she slapped my ass.“Yeehaw! Ride ’em cowgirl.” And I watched her walk off shaking my head.

Inside the house, I made my way to the first-floor bathroom. It was hardly ever used.

Quickly dealing with business first. I took out the pink vanity box I’d kept in the cupboard beneath the sink. I knew Logan and Jackson wouldn’t ever think about opening it. Plucking out the largest of the butt-plugs, I sat it on the side with the lubrication and then slipped out of my dress and panties.

I’ll admit doing it Connor’s way had worked and wearing it for a few hours every day had become routine. Truthfully, it wasn’t that bad. I kinda felt sexy having a secret that no one knew ’bout.

Shutting my eyes and counting to ten to relax, I sucked in a lungful of air and popped it in.

Squeeze. Relax.

All done.

Washing my hands again. I dressed and put everything away. About ready to head back outside, I gave my appearance a once over, smoothing a hand over my hair.

My cheeks were flushed, but everyone would think that was the champagne.

And speaking of champagne. Picking up my full glass, I emptied it and left it next to the sink. With my mind wandering over the time, my head was down as I unlocked and opened the door and almost slammed into a wall of chest.

“Steady there, Mrs Reilly.”

My head shot up to find Jackson looking pleased with himself.

His hands settled on my hips. “That’s a pretty flush you got going on there—you alright?” His eyes looked over my head, checking out the bathroom. “You were in there a long time.” My cheeks got hotter. “I was just about to barge on in.”

“Ain’t it a good job I had the door locked, then?”

“And why would you need to lock me out? We’re married now.” His chest hitched and his gaze lowered to my lips. “A man and his wife don’t have secrets.”

Some things were private! “A girl’s gotta have some. And married or not, my bathroom habits will remain a mystery to you and Logan!” I placed a finger on his chest and pushed. “And that’s non-negotiable.”

He full-on grinned. “Damn, I love it when you get riled up!” His head dipped, and he ran his lips over my neck, sucking and nipping and I angled my head to the side and sighed out. It didn’t stop there as he walked me backwards, back inside the bathroom till I felt the hardness of the countertop against my ass.

Jackson pressed his body firmly against mine. One hand slid down to my thigh so he could manoeuvre me to where he wanted me and I surprised myself by grinding against his thickening erection, my hands climbed up his thick arms and up to circle his neck and my whimpers and sweet moans got a little louder.

“Careful baby, those breathy sounds your making are going straight to my cock!” His teeth scraping along my neck were driving me crazy. “How’s ‘bout you give me little taste to keep me goin’, huh?”

His hands went around to cup my butt and “Eek!” I yelped.

Jackson pulled back abruptly. Concern lined his features. “Baby, what’s going on back there? That ain’t the first time you squirmed when I’ve grabbed your ass this past week?”

Damn. How did I explain this one? I thought neither had noticed.

With one eyebrow cocked. “Something you want to tell me, Maddy?”

I shook my head, looking up, blinking my innocent blue eyes at him.

“Maybe I should go get Logan. See what he thinks of this?” he threatened with no malice in his intent.

“I’m here,” came a gruff voice, and I peeked around Jackson to see Logan resting up against the door jamb, one hand in his pocket looking sexy as hell.

“Everything alright in here?” he asked, his grey eyes flitting between the both of us.

I tried to wriggle free of Jackson’s hold as vexation struck like a bolt of lightning. “Can a girl not go to the bathroom in peace now?”

“Riley Jo said you needed me.”

“Told me the same thing,” said Jackson.

I bit back my grumble. Of course she did.

“Our wife here...” Jackson’s grey eyes fixed on mine. “Is hiding something?”

Logan studied me. “Is that why you look like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar?”

“I do not!”

“I think we need to take this somewhere more private and make her tell her what’s she hidin’.” grinned Jackson.

My lips popped open. “You can’t be serious? What about our guests?”

Logan pushed off the door and came and stood next to Jackson. “I don’t think they’ll miss us and Riley Jo is quite capable of entertaining them all. That sister of yours is the queen of social butterflies.”

He wasn’t wrong and everyone loved Riley Jo.

And before I could protest, they lifted me clean off the floor and found myself staring at Logan’s ass—which was a mighty fine ass. “Put me down!”

Logan laughed and flipped us around, walking out of the bathroom with Jackson following. “Quit complaining, wife.” He slapped my ass. “Tell us what you’re hidin’ and all this will go away?” Logan kicked open our bedroom and then I found myself the right way up, blowing the hair from my eyes as he steadied me onto my feet.

“Hey, I got an idea, brother,” said Jackson as my eyes flicked between them, but settled on him as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. The subtle movement was so disarming my body inflamed with tingly, hot flushes. “How’s ’bout we spank her ass?”

My eyes rounded as I folded my arms across my chest. “You wouldn’t dare!”

They both chuckled, with Logan running a hand over his stubbled chin. “Don’t bet on it, Princess.”

A nervous thrill shot through me as my arms flopped to my sides. It was time to tell them. So irritated as hell, I confessed. “Fine. Y’all have to ruin my surprise!”

They side-glanced each other and then their eyes were back on me. “What surprise?”

My eyes dropped to stare at my feet. “Yeah, well.” I started, but still not looking at them as I fetched my hands together in front of me, knotting my fingers. “Seeing that this is our first night as husbands and wife, I thought we could mark the occasion.” A nervous giggle wormed itself free. “I want you both...”

There I’d said it and it was a slow, reluctant climb of my eyes to meet theirs.

They both looked a little confused with both sets of eyebrows furrowing hard. Had I not been clear? “I want you both to make love to me—together.”

...And the penny dropped with twin eyebrows now vanishing into their hairline.

“You’re telling us?” Jackson looked at Logan, then me. “You want us both? At the same time?”

I didn’t know why they looked so shocked. According to my sister, it wasn’t the first time they’d shared a woman in that way.

“Have you had too many drinks, Maddy? Because this is a big thing you’re askin’ and it’s not something I’d be willing to do if you’ve had one too many, because we don’t want to hurt you or you regret it later.”

Pfft. I’d hardly drank. Well, maybe four or five! Okay, it was closer to seven. But who’s counting? “What? I’ve maybe had one or two glasses, and you’ve both been drinking too!”

They shared a look, and something passed between them as Logan sighed out. “They don’t cancel each other out, sweetheart. I think what Jackson is trying to say is that it’s not something you can jump into right away.” He gentled his tone. “We have to prepare you.”

“I know.” My tone was clipped. “I am prepared.”

“We’re not talking just mentally, baby,” said Jackson.

I tipped my chin up in defiance. “I know what I’m doing and what I want, and I’ve been readying myself.” My lips pursed and I straightened my shoulders.

They both blinked, looking at me. It was almost comical. Logan cocked his head and asked. “When you say readying yourself—how do you mean exactly?”

Damn. They’re gonna make me say it. And I should be able to say it, but still, I cringed internally and my head bobbed as I tried to free the words.

“Princess?” prompted Logan when I’d still not said anything.

“Y’know...” waving my hand around, like I was trying to swat a fly before blurting it out. “With one of those plug things.”

Jackson practically choked on his tongue and Logan asked, “You got a butt plug?”

Well, technically three, but I kept that to myself.

“Yeah. I did. Like I said. I know what I want and I’m ready.” It surprised me at how adamant I sounded because I’d almost chickened out at least ten times this week.

“And you’re wearing it now?” asked Jackson. “Under that pretty dress you got on?”

“Yeah.” I flicked my hair off one shoulder. “And if you’re lucky, I might show it to you later.”

“Fuck, that is the sexiest thing.” Logan laughed, looking at me. “I can see why it's been hands-off this past week!” He nodded at Jackson.

“This is something I have to see, brother,” said Jackson. “You with me?”

“Damn right, I’m with you.”

And they both stalked toward me.

I skipped back, holding up my hands. “Nah-ah. Stay back. You both have the look of crazy in your eyes.”

“You got that right Princess, ’bout being crazy,” said Logan. “This past week has been torture for us not being able to touch you in the way we wanted. But I think it’s only fair we give you a choice.”

I swallowed.

Hard.

Lord have mercy on me.