7
EMILY
Tyler and Xander had escorted me to Olivia’s house, but allowed me to go to the door on my own. They were eager to go to town and return with the sheriff to perform the ceremony. When I’d said yes to marrying them, I hadn’t expected it to happen immediately. But after what they’d done to me—God, I still felt the after-effects of their attentions—perhaps it was a good idea. I wore no drawers, Xander had tucked them somewhere I couldn’t find, and I was wet between my thighs. Sensitive. Achy.
A quick marriage was a good thing, but not in town. I hadn’t wanted to return there for it. What if Ralph saw me? What if he told the men of what I’d done? They wouldn’t marry me then and surely the sheriff would toss me directly into the jail cell. What man would want to marry a killer? If th
