Claiming Their Mail-Order Bride: A Cowboy Ménage Romance (Montana Ménage Book 2)

by Lily Reynard

  "I'm glad you came to Twin Forks," Walt said. "So that we could get to know each other…better."

  Another teasing flick of tongue and fingertip.

  She made a desperate noise that seemed to wrap around his aching cock like a caress. Her fingers clenched around his wrist, and she pulled hard.

  "There aren't any other beaus waiting for you back in Missouri?" he asked, making sure that his lips brushed against her taut nipple with every word.

  She moaned and strained against his hold.

  She smelled and tasted so good—a clean, healthy woman aroused and desperate for his touch and his kisses. It was heaven. Walt almost came on the spot.

  "No!" she gasped. "You know that I never had anyone back home! You were the first man I ever kissed!"

  "Just wanted to make sure," he said simply. "Because I can't believe that the menfolk back home weren't beating down your door, ornery father or no."

  "It's true!" She wriggled desperately, trying to grind herself against the hand nestled between her soft thighs. "Please don't keep torturing me like this!"

  "Fair enough," he said, panting. Triumph surged through him. "And now I'm going to make you scream, Sarah."

  His mouth watering, he finally closed the tiny, teasing gap between them. He gave the tip of her breast a long, leisurely lick and slipped one finger into her passage as he used his thumb against her pearl. She was tight and slippery. He stroked her, inside and out, enjoying the noises she was making, before he pulled out his fingers and licked them, savoring the sweet, tangy essence of her desire.

  "Ready for more?" he asked.

  "Please!" she begged, flushed and appealingly disheveled in the golden lamplight.

  "Did Larkin touch you like this?" He couldn't help himself. He needed to know how far his friend had gotten with her.

  "No!" Sarah gasped. She added, "He, ah, kissed me down there."

  The mental imaged conjured up by her words, of Sarah with her legs spread wide and Larkin devouring her sweet pussy, sent a fresh surge of arousal through Walt.

  He began to caress every fold and inch of her with his lips, tongue, and fingers. He pushed two fingers into her, then three, then set to work in earnest stroking her, teasing her bud with his thumb as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight passage. He savored her soft moans, ragged, breathy pleas, and finally, the loud cry as she arched in release, her center pulsing and rippling against his fingers.

  He drew out her climax, relishing every sound and movement as he pleasured her. He couldn't help wishing mightily that it was his cock inside her, stretching her virgin depths as he guided her through her fulfillment. But if he played his cards right, he could have that soon.

  When he pulled his fingers out at last and tried to move away, Sarah gripped his hand with strength surprising in someone as delicate-looking as she. "Walt, wait. What about you?"

  He froze at her question. Does she mean what I think she means?

  He wanted her, too…oh God, he wanted her more badly than he'd ever wanted anyone in his life. And his cock was raging with the rising lust inside him, urging him to take her.

  But going all the way with Sarah right now would seal the deal.

  Would that be so bad?

  If Walt took her innocence, he'd be obliged to make an honest woman of her, whether or not Larkin still wanted her gone. Once again, he was torn between the promise of marriage he'd made in his letters and the impulsive promise he'd made to his best friend to preserve their friendship.

  His gut knotted at the thought of possibly having to say goodbye to her in a week. He turned his head and kissed the velvety skin of her inner thigh.

  "Oh, sweetheart, I wish with all my heart that I hadn't made that rash promise to Lark, especially since you traveled all that way on my offer of marriage." He sighed and raised himself up, sliding forward to take her into his arms. "I can only I hope and pray that his lunk-headed reaction to kissing you means that his heart is softening. But you're a respectable woman who came here to be a wife, not a good-time girl, and I can't go all the way with you…not yet. As much as it's killing me to say 'no' right now."

  Sarah kissed him, which only reminded him of how badly his cock was aching right now.

  Then she said, her face pink with adorable embarrassment. "Larkin, ah, showed me how I could please him. With my, ah, hand." Her blush grew deeper with every word, and Walt just about melted at the sight. "Is there something I could do for you? Something you'd, ah, enjoy?"

  She was red as a tomato by the time she finished.

  Walt decided to take a chance and tell her about a fantasy that had kept him awake at the mining camp. "I've been dreaming about feeling your sweet mouth on me, doing to me like what Lark did to you."

  He held his breath, hoping she wouldn't be offended—or worse, horrified. He loved the feeling of a woman's mouth on his cock, swallowing him down.

  But whatever she and Larkin had done together, Sarah still struck him as fundamentally innocent, with a pure spirit even if her body had been awakened to pleasure.

  "Can you show me what to do?" Sarah whispered.

  With those words, Walt knew that he had to find a way to make her stay with him.

  * * *

  Tentatively, Sarah pulled his shirt free of his jeans and unbuttoned it, beginning at the bottom and working her way up. In deference to the warm spring day, he hadn't worn his usual union suit under his shirt and jeans today, so each opened button revealed more inches of bare skin.

  When she had opened his shirt, Sarah took a moment to admire the broad planes of his chest, heavy with the muscles of a lifetime spent chopping wood, digging fence holes, and mining.

  He sat on the bed next to her, his blue eyes alight with desire and good humor.

  "Go ahead and touch me," he encouraged. "I don't bite—unless you want me to."

  The reminder of just how Larkin had used his teeth on her yesterday made heat rush through her body. Unable to meet his gaze, she dropped hers to the intimidatingly large bulge in his lap.

  Tentatively, she reached out and lightly caressed his flat belly. His skin was taut and warm over ridges of hard muscle, with a thin trail of golden hair that began at his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

  He grinned at her. "How the heck do you keep your hands so soft? I've never met a farm girl with a city girl's hands."

  Guilty terror shot through her at his question.

  By now, she had memorized every word in that packet of letters. It had been a relief to finally obtain the brown hair dye she needed to disguise her naturally fair hair, but with every passing day, she was painfully aware of how threadbare the fabric of her lie was and how easily it could fray and leave her exposed.

  Not daring to look up and meet his eyes, she reached for the copper button that fastened the waistband of his jeans.

  "I use Dr. Chamber's Elderflower Skin Lotion every morning and night," she said, though she knew full well that her favorite beauty product was only part of the reason. With all of the cooking and milking I'm doing, I'm sure my hands will harden up in no time. She continued, "That reminds me—the next time that I'm in town, I should ask Mr. Green if he can some order some. I'm sure Emma and the other ladies in town would find it beneficial as well."

  "I'm sure they would," Walt agreed, his breathing quickening as her fingers caressed the hard bulge beneath the thick denim with every button she managed pop open.

  At last his swollen erection sprang free of its fabric prison. It rose stiffly from a nest of straw-colored hair at his groin and stood upright like a sapling.

  His manhood was every bit as thick and impressive-looking as Larkin's had been.

  She reached for it, and Walt took a deep breath as she cupped her fingers around his hot shaft. Tentatively, she closed her hand into a fist, as Larkin had taught her, and stroked him from root to end.

  This was only the second time she had done this, and she knew her touch was unpracticed at best. Walt gr
oaned.

  "Is—is this all right?" she asked shyly.

  "Sweetheart, that feels wonderful," he said. "Now, the only thing that would be better would be your lips around my cock."

  It works on men, too? A shock ran through her, and she stopped what she was doing, remembering very vividly the pleasuring she had received this morning with lips and tongue.

  "I could try that," she offered hesitantly.

  Walt's hand closed over hers, lifting it from his groin and raising it to his lips, where he brushed a warm kiss over her knuckles.

  "That," he murmured, his lips brushing her skin with every word, "would be wonderful."

  She studied his engorged manhood, trying to decide how to begin, and saw that the tip of his erection was nearly purple now with unsatisfied desire.

  On impulse, she dipped her head and gave it a soft kiss.

  "Tell me what to do," Sarah said, looking up at him through her lashes. "I want to make you feel good, Walt."

  "You're making a good start, sweetheart."

  He swung his legs up onto the bed and lay back, his erection rising hungrily above a feast of rippling muscles and golden hair. "I have an idea. Let me show you where I want you."

  At his direction, she crawled on top of him, his face between her thighs and her mouth level with his stiff shaft.

  "I'm ready," Sarah said, observing how her breath made him shiver.

  Experimentally, she blew a puff of air over the tip of his straining erection, and he returned the favor, air teasing her sensitized tissues, making her want more.

  "Open your mouth," he commanded. "And take care with your teeth. Other than that—the end of my cock is the most sensitive part. Lick it, suck it, and stroke my shaft. It all feels wonderful, and I'll tell you if I want you to ease off or do it harder, all right?"

  She eagerly parted her lips and licked him, a long, wet stroke that lingered and swirled around his tip as Walt used his tongue between her thighs to reawaken her desire.

  A period of trial and error followed, during which she quickly learned how to hold the base of his shaft in her fist to keep him from choking her when his hips thrust involuntarily upwards.

  She loved how Walt groaned in unabashed pleasure when she closed her lips around the broad tip of his manhood and sucked it, letting him slide against the sensitive roof of her mouth. That emboldened her to experiment with caresses, using her tongue to tease his sensitive slit, where she tasted the salty drops of his arousal. It made her feel powerful when she gently stroked the heavy sac between his legs with her fingertips and felt him shudder and heard him gasp.

  Meanwhile, Walt explored her, rekindling the warm, throbbing ache of desire as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nub in her private parts.

  After an interval of this most intriguing and pleasurable tutoring, he began to pant and shake, and she felt his skin heat against her as she continued to lick and suck him and stroke his shaft in her fisted hand.

  "You are the sweetest thing I ever tasted," he said, his voice muffled and his lips teasing her secret places.

  An instant later, he latched on and began to roughly suckle at the sensitive nub he had been stroking earlier.

  The hard organ in her mouth muffled her scream of pleasure as her second climax rocked through her, the ripples of pleasure stronger this time.

  Walt swore, spasmed beneath her, and filled her mouth with something thick and salty-tasting. She swallowed, tenderly sucking at him through the pulses of his release as he caressed her legs.

  Afterwards, she lay in his arms, her head on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart. His hand stroked her arm in a slow, sleepy rhythm.

  "Did I please you?" she asked, tentatively, hating to break the comfortable silence.

  She felt rather than heard him chuckle. "I don't know," he said in a teasing tone. "Perhaps you need to try it again…later…so that I can judge the experience correctly."

  Sarah laughed and slapped his chest lightly. "You're teasing me."

  "I am," he agreed solemnly. "And I stand ready to practice this until we’re really, really good at it."

  "I do hope things work out," she ventured.

  It wasn't just the threat of those little shacks lining the road into town that awaited her if Walt and Larkin sent her away. She had grown genuinely fond of both men, and each had made her feel things that she had never experienced before.

  Chapter Seventeen

  It felt good to wake up next to Walt in the pale light of dawn.

  He was spooned against her back, still sleeping peacefully. One of his arms was draped over her waist, and she hated to disturb him by leaving the bed.

  Besides, it was warm in his arms. She snuggled back down under the brightly patterned quilt for a few more precious moments and relished the sensation of being safe and loved.

  It had been a long time since she had experienced either of those things.

  After Mother died, Sarah had moved into the role of running the Franklin household and managing Father, though she had been unable to curb his worst impulses when he was in the exclusively male company of his friends and acquaintances. That's when the whiskey flowed freely, and the cards or dice came out.

  Four years of ceaseless effort, trying to take care of everyone with no respite. Her grandparents were all either dead or in poor health, and her two uncles both lived overseas, one in London and one in remote Hong Kong. There had been no one to take care of a sixteen-year-old who had just lost her mother. And no one to rescue her when Father had gotten in over his head at one of Clyde Burgess’s poker games.

  Penniless and without any relatives to aid her, Walt and Larkin’s ranch, even with its constant round of daily chores and hard work, was the closest thing to a refuge and a real home that Sarah could hope to find.

  And then there was Walt. Handsome, kind, caring Walt, who was clearly as taken with her as she was with him.

  And he wanted her to stay!

  Relief flooded through her, and she dared to hope that things might turn out all right, after all.

  But her relief was only momentary.

  Because with the thoughts of Walt came the recollection of how Larkin had fled the house right after they had made love, as if he couldn’t stand her company for another moment.

  Sure, Walt had declared that his friend was just spooked because he felt something for her, but Sarah wasn't so sure. After all, during the period where Walt had been courting Liza via correspondence, hadn't he also been so utterly certain that Larkin would agree to his plural marriage scheme that he hadn’t bothered to inform his friend of his plans?

  Larkin's initial reaction to Sarah's arrival at the ranch had certainly put paid to that fond delusion!

  What if Larkin was testing me? And I failed utterly by demonstrating loose morals? That thought had haunted her for the past two days.

  Sure, Larkin had seemed passionately attracted to her, but what if she'd misread the situation? After all, the world judged women's actions—and their weaknesses—much more harshly than those of men.

  And it still astounded her that Walt seemed perfectly serious about wanting to share his wife—her—with his friend in a polyandrous marriage.

  Larkin certainly seemed opposed to the idea, even if he was willing to steal kisses—and other, more wicked delights—from her.

  She still had ten days to go before the next train arrived in Twin Forks. Ten days to convince Walt and Larkin to let her stay and make a home here.

  I like them both. I want them both. I could make this work. I know I could!

  Enough dillydallying. The chickens and Rosa the cow awaited her downstairs, along with the kitchen stove.

  With a sigh, she slid carefully from the bed and padded over the washstand. After she combed out, braided, and pinned up her hair, she dipped a clean rag in the cool water and gave herself a quick sponge bath.

  She had just finished wringing out the flannel washcloth when Walt stirred behind her
, yawning.

  “Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted her, his voice thick with sleep.

  “Good morning,” she replied.

  Acutely aware of her nudity, she darted a quick glance over her shoulder.

  Walt had his arms folded behind his head on the pillow, and he was watching her with hunger burning in his blue eyes.

  Sarah’s cheeks began burning with embarrassment. Despite everything they’d done together last night, she still felt very shy about being naked in front of him.

  She hastily pulled a clean chemise and drawers from the dresser and saw his expression fall.