Yeah. Their little bride had lied to them.
Chapter 6
Oh
Goodness...
Evelyn felt utterly limp. Spent.
It turned out it was possible for a body to explode.
At least metaphorically.
It had sure felt like an explosion; as if she'd turned into a stick of dynamite, the men had lit her fuse, and she'd gone up in a burst of smoke and light.
Fingers still stroked between her legs, almost hypnotically, soothingly...
The women she'd talked to hadn't described anything like this.
How could they? Just trying to think of how she might describe the experience put her at an immediate loss for words.
"Evelyn." The voice was deep. With her eyes closed, she wasn't sure which man had spoken.
"Mmmm?" She felt sleepy, content, even with those fingers stroking her between her legs. If they wanted to touch her there, well, it felt a bit counter to her raising, like it was supposed tofeel indecent, but it just felt good. Besides, there was more to a wedding night. She was ready for it now.
"Are you a virgin, Evelyn?"
"Mmmhmmm." She answered affirmatively without thinking. The casual soothing way the question had been asked when her defenses were all lowered didn't set off a single alarm in her mind.
It wasn't until the gentle stroking stopped that she realized she'd said something wrong.
She'd told the truth.
Energy pumped through her, scattering her wits, and she tried to sit up and grab her dress to cover herself at the same time. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of the foreboding expressions on her husbands' faces, which was not at all reassuring.
"How did you know?" Her voice was shrill, shocked. Fear pounded through her as Wilson's hand caught her shoulder and pressed her back down. They were both still touching her, gently but firmly holding her down on the bed.
Should she not have exploded? Had her uninhibited shameless reaction to their touch somehow given her away?
She felt exposed and vulnerable, which she hadn't just moments ago, and she wanted to squirm away and hide from those hard stares.
"Your hymen is still intact," Jake said finally.
Evelyn wrinkled her brow in confusion. "My what?"
"Your maidenhead? Your virginity?" Wilson said, his voice lilting up and turning the words into questions, trying to find one she recognized.
"You can feel my maidenhead?" she asked, more than a little flummoxed. The other women definitely hadn't said anything about that. They just said it hurt the first time because hermaidenhead would tear and she'd no longer be a virgin. They hadn't said the men would actually be able to touch and feel it!
"Yes," Jake said, his voice a bit short. His hands were still gentle, though, as he looked at her sternly. "Now, Evelyn, why did you lie to us?"
Stretched out between him and Jake, their little bride was a mass of contradictions, innocent but sensual, frightened but strong, uncertain but determined. She was also fucking beautiful. This was not how he'd seen this evening going but...
Truth be told, he wasn't put out she was a virgin. After all, she hadn't hesitated to agree to taking on two of them, and she was a passionate little thing, virgin or not. Who cared what her actual state was? He didn't, and he doubted Jake did either.
But they did care that she lied.
Jake definitely had a preferred method of dealing with naughty young women, one which Wilson also appreciated, even if Jake did tend to be more of a disciplinarian while Wilson was more of a caretaker. They played off each other well.
