A Wanton Woman
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It had been close. Too close. She could have easily died a gruesome, horrible death. Life was fragile. I’d learned that when Ruth died. I’d survived her death, the loss of her, our marriage. But it hadn’t been anything like what I had with Celia. What I shared with Luke. If Celia died, I doubted I would survive it. I’d be a shell of a man, lost.
And so I walked away from Carl Norman, left him and his insane hatred behind and walked back toward the house. Toward my family. My life.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luke
I saw the look in Walker’s eyes as he made his way back to the house. Resolve. Determination. Love. He’d accepted Celia as his wife back in Denver, but perhaps he hadn’t gotten it all sorted in his head until now. Until death almost took her from us.
He shut the door behind him and faced Celia. Lifting his hand, he cupped her jaw. “I love you.”
Celia stepped into his arms hearing that, and I looked to my brother over her head. I saw the truth of the words in his eyes, heard it in those three words. He was with us in this. Completely. Utterly.
“I love both of you,” Celia murmured against him.
Pride and love swelled my chest. Nothing mattered but our family. The three of us. Not Thomkins, not Norman. Nothing. This was what I’d hoped for from the marriage, but hadn’t expected it. Then again, I hadn’t expected Celia.
She reached out for me and I took her small hand in mine. Squeezed it. “This is crazy.”
I smiled at down at her, shook my head. “Sometimes it just works. This love, sweetheart, I’ve said all along, is perfect.”
It was. Absolutely perfect.
“I need you both,” she replied, her voice soft. “Please.”
“You’ve got us,” I assured her.
“Not like that. I need,” she repeated.
Walker pushed her back so he could look at her. “You don’t have to beg, doll. We want you, too. Always. But we can’t take you now. You’ve had a scare.”
She shook her head. “We all have. It makes me want you more.”
“We won’t leave you,” I told her.
While she was a grown woman, it would be a long time before either of us left her alone again. I knew how she felt. She wanted validation, to feel pleasure instead of pain or fear. “You want us to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she repeated. “I want you… together.”
I arched a brow at her request. “Together?” She wanted us both, to fuck her at the same time. That meant I would claim her pussy, Walker her ass. “It’s time?”
She nodded. “After what happened… what almost happened, I want to feel alive. Connected to both of you. I’m ready.”
She was. We’d prepared her body well over the past few days until her body readily took the largest plug, but we weren’t going to claim her like that until she truly wanted it. Now she did. Mind and body.
I took her hand and led her down the hall and up the stairs. Walker followed. We were ready to make her ours once and for all.
***
Celia
I wanted this. I needed this. I needed my men in every way possible. They’d been patient with me, preparing my body so I could take them both at the same time. It was the final act that would tie us together. I was the one to connect us, to make us complete.
But… there was something missing.
When Walker closed the bedroom door behind us, I knew I had to share my one last worry. The one thing that might tear us apart. “While we can come together like this, there’s one thing that would show our love to the world.”
“Oh?” Luke asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
I nodded, glanced at the floor. “A baby.”
The thought of a child that had dark hair like Walker or fair curls like Luke made me long for one so desperately, but I resigned myself to the truth.
“You want a baby, doll?” Walker asked, coming up to me. I could feel his heat, breathe in his spicy scent.
“So very much. But… but I can’t.”
He tipped my chin up so I had to look him in the eye. “What do you mean, you can’t?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips. “With John, it never happened. After five years.”
“He was a doctor. Did he tell you it was impossible?” Luke asked.
I shook my head and Walker stepped back. “No, but he said it was my fault. I couldn’t… I tried.”
“We’ll try some more,” Luke added. “It’s not like we haven’t filled you full of our seed already. You could be pregnant now.”
I put my hand on my flat belly. I shook my head, refusing to hope. “What if I can’t?”
Would they think less of me? Tears welled in my eyes and Luke wiped them away. “Then you can’t. We want you. We married you.”
“But you want children. You said so when we first met in Denver.”
Luke nodded gravely. “I want you more. I love you, sweetheart. Just the way you are.”
Walker stepped up behind me so I was between them, just where they knew I liked to be. He leaned in, murmured in my ear. “After what just happened, we have everything we want, right here.”
He kissed my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access. My eyes slipped closed and I felt hands on the buttons of my dress. I was quickly stripped bare and their hands were everywhere. Over my breasts, down the line of my spine, over the curve of my bottom, between my thighs. They touched me as if they couldn’t get enough, as if they had to ensure every inch of me was unharmed.
My skin heated, my blood turned sluggish, my thoughts gone. I just felt. Breathed. Gave over to my men.
One set of hands cupped my breasts, tugged and played with my nipples as another slid over my pussy, then delved deep. I rode the hand, rubbing my clit against it, needing the release. It didn’t take long. I had been ready for them, eager to feel alive. I cried out my release, my body soft and so very wet for them.
Luke dropped to his knees and I looked down at him, curled my fingers in his blond hair. “Once more, Celia, then we’ll fuck you.”
Walker nipped at the spot where my shoulder met my neck. “Once more and we’ll take you together.”
Luke kept his eyes on me as he licked over my slick folds, then I couldn’t watch any longer. My eyes fell closed as he flicked my clit with his tongue, then sucked on it. One finger slipped into me just the tiniest bit, stroked over the place that had my hips bucking, had me crying out his name. I tugged on his hair to pull him closer, to ensure that he wouldn’t stop until I came again.
All the while, Walker played with my breasts and whispered dirty things in my ear. I couldn’t hold back the pleasure, for the two of them combined were so aggressive in their attentions. My body had no choice to comply, to come so hard that I had no voice, that my body tightened and tensed between them.
I didn’t even realize when I was lifted and carried to the bed. Luke shucked the remainder of his clothes and lay down. Walker helped me so that I straddled Luke, his cock directly beneath me. After two orgasms, I wasn’t done. I wanted more. Needed it. And, I wanted to make them feel good, to make them feel the pleasure, the release that they’d given me. They needed it as much as I had. Still did.
Without delay, I put my hands on Luke’s well-muscled chest and lowered myself onto him, his cock so big and thick it stretched me open, filled me to the brink. He hissed out a breath as I surrounded him, clenched my inner walls to hold him within.
“So good,” he groaned. His hands went to my hips and he started to lift and lower me, move me as he needed. I heard Walker rustling about, then joining us on the bed. He was on his knees behind me and I felt him kiss his way down my spine as his hand cupped my bottom. His finger found my back entrance and played there. By now, I was accustomed to their touch, to a finger or a plug pressing into me, filling me up. I knew this time it would be different.
“Ready, doll?” Walker asked.
I nodded and looked over
“Breathe, Celia. That’s it. Good girl,” Luke murmured.
I began to pant as Walker’s pressure increased, as I began to open for his cock. Slowly, slowly he pressed against me; all of a sudden the ring of muscle gave way and the head slipped inside. Walker groaned and I clenched Luke’s shoulders. My eyes widened at the feel of Walker inside me. I was so open, a little sore and very, very full.
Luke smiled at me, but I saw the line of tension in his face. I knew it cost him to remain still and if I felt how full it was to have both of them in me, I knew he could feel it as well.
Walker began to move then, very slowly, in and out. “That’s it. So good, doll. I love to see your body take my cock. Deeper and deeper. Yes, like that. I’m all the way in.”
He placed his hands on the bed beside me and I could feel his chest against my back, his hips pressed against my bottom. Both men were inside me, filling me completely.
“So perfect, Celia. You’re the one who’s brought us together, to make us a family,” Luke said.
“We’ll show you how perfect it can be.” Walker’s words were followed by him pulling almost all the way out of me, then sliding back in. I had no idea there was so much… feeling there. Too much, for I was ready to come again.
Luke pulled back and began to fuck me, alternating in and out with Walker.
“Oh God,” I groaned. I was being fucked by both my husbands. Together. There was nothing between us. I connected them, made us one. I couldn’t hold off my pleasure, couldn’t keep anything back.
I cried out my release, my inner walls clenching and squeezing both their cocks, needing them as deep inside me as possible. They’d held back until now, carefully fucking me, but their baser needs took over. The need to fuck and fuck hard came to them, for they, too, wanted to come. They needed it, were driven by it. I needed this, their wild abandon, for it made me feel so powerful.
I was the one who made them this way. It was me who they wanted, my body that they needed, that they fucked. And when they came seconds later, they filled me with their seed, marked me. Claimed me. If there was no baby to come from this union, it would not be for lack of trying. They gave me hope, they gave me love. They gave me everything.
EPILOGUE
Eight months later
Celia
“Is that my wife taking those stairs by herself?”
Walker’s voice boomed through the house and I stopped halfway down the steps. I couldn’t see my toes and my men were afraid I’d topple down and hurt myself. And the baby.
“You know what happens when you disobey, doll.” Walker came up the steps to stand before me, a hand coming to rest on my very round belly.
“I get spanked?” I asked hopefully.
He grinned at my eagerness. “Needy, doll?”
I nodded and bit my lip. Yes, I was very needy. “I just wanted a glass of water.”
“You just had to call for me. You know we don’t want you to fall.”
Both men had been very protective of me since we learned I was pregnant. It has only been a few weeks after the awful day when Carl had tried to kill me. It seemed that my first husband had been sterile. I was not barren in the slightest and my husbands were very virile. They were quite proud of the fact and based on the size of my belly, I had to question twins.
We didn’t, however, question my constant need for their cocks. I’d become voracious in my pregnancy and having two husbands certainly worked to my advantage to assuage this need.
Walker took my hand and led me back up the steps. “Luke!” he called.
“Yes?” He responded from somewhere downstairs.
“Our wife, she needs us again.”
Walker escorted me to the bed, lifted my nightgown up and over my head to reveal my nakedness. The windows were open to the summer air. It wasn’t hot like Texas, but perfect. Even so, my sensitive nipples tightened in the cool air.
I’d worried if they would like my altered shape, but they reveled in my additional curves and never ceased to tell me. “Up on your hands and knees, doll. If you want a spanking and a good fucking, then get into position.”
Eager, yet with a slow pace, I crawled up onto the bed and grabbed hold of the headboard. Since I couldn’t be on my stomach any longer—I hadn’t seen my feet in a few months—my men had been creative in how to take me.
“Is your pussy needy?” Luke asked from the doorway.
“Yes, Luke,” I breathed, taking in my handsome husband.
When Walker knelt on the bed behind me and gave my bottom a sharp spanking, I cried out. “Yes! More.”
Luke closed the door behind him and came around to the other side of the bed, knelt beside me, cupped one of my full, tender breasts. We’d discovered that I truly did like fucking a little rough and full of wild abandon. I got wet from a spanking or being tied up. I just liked my men in control.
“We’ve got you, sweetheart. Always. You’ll always be between us just like this. You’re going to give us a beautiful baby and we’ll give you everything you need.”
They saw to me then and I gave over to their touch, to being the center of their world. The men never let me forget.
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