by Lily Reynard
"Close," Lark reported breathlessly. "Real close. Damned if this isn't the hottest thing we've ever done."
Encouraged, Sarah continued sucking and licking at him, because she wanted to help him over the edge to his release. And also, because she wasn't sure she had the strength to stand up straight.
She was a mess, crying from the pain but incredibly aroused at the same time.
"Sarah." Walt stroked her back, then his hands curved around her hips, steadying her when she wobbled on rubbery legs. "You did well. You were very brave."
He bent over her, his fingers sliding beneath her to pinch her nipples, sending bright sparks of mingled pain and pleasure through her as the stiff length of his erection pushed eagerly against her tender buttocks.
"Now, I want to see you finish off Lark. And I want to finish as well."
Excited, she obediently continued to work on Larkin as Walt's hands left her and he straightened up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him fist his impressive manhood. It strained in her direction, with a tracery of swollen veins.
"That spanking just made you hot and ready for us, didn't it?" he growled.
“Hey!” Larkin protested. “Don't take this too far, Walt. We talked about this, remember? Not till the time is right."
"I remember." Walt sounded flatteringly unhappy. "But I've still got a cockstand that needs tending, and our girl's sweet mouth is busy at the moment."
Walt’s hands clamped her hips in an iron grip as he moved against her. His thick shaft slipped between her aching folds, caressing her with its length.
She moaned around Lark's manhood.
"You like that?" Walt asked smugly.
To her astonishment, he didn't try to push his way inside her. Even though she was now more than ready and would have welcomed the invasion.
Instead, he began to grind himself against her with a delicious friction, angling his thrusts so that his shaft rubbed against her most sensitive places with every long, sliding movement.
Sarah devoured Larkin's manhood with desperate hunger as she instinctively closed her legs and angled her hips to shamelessly ride Walt's shaft. All of her senses were overwhelmed by twinned forces of pain and pleasure and a sensual hunger more demanding than anything she'd yet experienced.
She moaned with need as Walt's thrusts sped up.
"Yeah," he panted in her ear. "Just like that, sweetheart. Make some noise for us."
Sarah obliged and heard herself make soft moans and whimpers as she tried to keep pleasuring Larkin amidst the waves of sensation battering her like storm waves. A climax began to gather in the pit of her belly.
Behind her, Walt groaned, the sound vibrating through her chest, as his thrusts faltered and lost their rhythm.
Beneath her, Larkin swore and exploded into her mouth with a hot, salty rush of seed.
She swallowed his essence as Walt pressed himself against her back. Every muscle in his body tensed as he groaned and released a hot, sticky rush of liquid against the insides of her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her and shuddered through his release, his breath hot against her shoulders.
He collapsed on top of her, pressing her down into the bed and Larkin’s lap.
She lay, still aching with desire, sandwiched between them for a long time as their breathing slowed.
"Damn, Sarah," Larkin breathed at last. "You are amazing."
"I think we owe our sweetheart our forgiveness and a reward now," Walt prompted, tenderly stroking Sarah's hair. "I forgive you, my darling Sarah."
"You've paid your dues…even though you didn’t need to, not as far as I was concerned," Larkin agreed. "Do you promise never to lie to us again?"
"Yes," she said, with heartfelt sincerity. "I'm so sorry. I never meant for anything bad to happen. I just wanted to get away from that awful Mr. Burgess!"
Larkin drew her in his arms, holding her against his chest as Walt rolled over and spooned her, the two men cradling her between them. They lay together for a long time while a storm of cleansing tears swept through her, rinsing away her accumulated burden of guilt and shame.
"Do you feel better now?" Walt asked finally. "Free?"
"Yes," she said, resting her hot face against his broad chest. "I do."
It was true. For the first time since that terrible night on the train when she'd lost Liza, Sarah felt light and serenity filling her soul instead of the oppressive weight of all her secrets.
"Good. Now we can move on to more pleasant things…right, Lark?"
"Right," said Larkin and moved back just enough to place her onto her back between them. "I reckon that our sweet girl needs some soothing and pleasuring right about now."
"Yeah, I didn't feel her come." Still fully clothed, Larkin stretched out on her other side. He bent his head and drew her breast into his mouth.
Like his kisses, his caresses were fierce and intoxicating as he lashed the sensitive tip with his tongue until it was aching for something more.
Then his teeth closed lightly around the stiff nub, and she cried out with the overwhelming sensation.
"I want to taste her, too." Walt rolled on his side and bent his head to her other breast.
His caresses were lighter, more teasing, making her yearn for the brief moments when he gave her a taste of something stronger.
Both men were stroking her as she trembled with pleasure. Her fingers gripped the sheets. She panted and gasped as her breasts were licked, nibbled, kissed, and bitten.
The hot, throbbing ache between her legs was echoed by the heat of her sensitized buttocks as they rubbed against the sheets, pleasurable and maddening at the same time.
"Please…" she moaned, needing the climax that only they could give her.
Larkin and Walt exchanged a look. Without stopping their delicious torment of her breasts, they slid their hands between her legs and pulled them open.
She yielded eagerly to them as they stroked the delicate skin of her inner thighs before their touch moved higher.
Larkin's teeth closed firmly around her nipple, giving her the hard touch she craved, just as his callused finger stroked firmly through the hot, swollen folds between her legs.
Oh, sweet relief to the ache that tormented her! This was what she wanted…needed!
"Please," she said again, hoarsely, raising her hips in entreaty.
Both men released her breasts to give her wicked grins.
Larkin's fingertip lingered around her bud as Walt’s big, blunt-tipped finger dipped into her entrance, skating around the sensitive opening, making her shake with need.
"She's so wet and ready," said Larkin. "So sweet and hot. Are you ready for us?"
"Please," she gasped. "Oh my, yes!"
A few short weeks ago, she had been afraid of her wedding night, when a man would impale her on his erection. Now she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything.
Walt brushed a lingering kiss over her lips. Then he bent his head and licked delicately at the tip of her breast.
Sarah inhaled sharply at the magnified sensation. Her nipples were stiff and reddened from their previous attentions and rendered even more sensitive by their teeth.
The finger teasing her entrance slid into her, penetrating her, then was joined by a second finger, which filled and stretched her in the most pleasant way. The muscles in both men's forearms flexed and bunch as the fingers began to thrust in and out of her, sliding slickly against her throbbing flesh.
At the same time, a rough, callused fingertip stroked her bud again and again like the caress of a cat's tongue, sending jolts of intense pleasure through her with every teasing touch.
"I want to hear you scream when we satisfy you," said Larkin.
Then he, too, bent his head to her breasts once more.
She writhed helplessly beneath the combined caresses of their mouths on her breasts and their fingers between her legs, touching her in ways that she had grown to crave over the course of their courtship. Tension built inside her belly like
a bowstring pulled by an archer, tighter and tighter…
…until something snapped, and sensation slammed through her like a wave from the sea, carrying her higher and higher.
Sarah cried out, overcome with the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, and arched off the mattress.
Their relentless caresses sped up, until she found the waves of pleasure almost unbearable. Impaled on their fingers, every sensitive nerve stimulated by their lips, teeth, and hands, she was helpless under the onslaught, tossed on a stormy sea of sensation.
Then a second wave surged and broke with an explosion that sent bright golden sparks dancing across her field of vision for long moments, until her climax gradually subsided in a series of slow ripples. She relaxed, flushed and panting, against the bed.
Their caresses slowed and stilled, gently drawing the last sparks of pleasure from her. Then the fingers penetrating her slid slowly out of her, leaving her empty and craving more.
"Hot damn, if that didn't get me all wound up again," Larkin said, his voice rough with desire. He fumbled at the hem of his nightshirt and hastily stripped down to his skin.
"I want to see your sweet mouth wrapped around Walt’s cock while you’re riding mine. Do you think you can do that for us, Angel?"
She nodded. Everything in her upbringing screamed that she shouldn't be doing such things with one man, much less two…at the same time! But she didn't care. She loved how they made her feel, both right now and when they were all fully clothed. She loved being with them, surrounded by their scent and heat, touching and tasting them. It was deliciously dirty and transcendently loving at the same time.
"I just want to make you both happy," she said, expressing the deepest wish of her heart. “Am I forgiven? I swear that I will never lie to either of you again.”
“You’re most definitely forgiven,” Larkin growled. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you, Sarah.”
“Yes,” Walt agreed. “No question about it. You’re our girl, our sweetheart. We won’t let anyone hurt you. Now come here, and let’s all go to heaven again.”
* * *
Lark finally came around. That was Walt’s first thought when he awoke in the dark and deep stillness that preceded dawn.
In the wake of Sarah’s confession about her true identity, Walt had been worried that Larkin would insist that she leave the ranch and go back to wherever she’d come from.
The rain had stopped sometime during the night. Through a gap in the curtains, Walt saw stars glittering like diamond chips in the still-black sky.
The bed was warm and cozy, and he was glad that he still had some time before it was time to get up and start the daily round of chores. Sarah slept peacefully between him and Larkin.
Walt rolled over on his side and studied her features, glad to see the strain and exhaustion smoothed out at last. It had sure been an eventful day and night since Mrs. K’s dance in town.
Larkin, too, was still deeply asleep. He was curled around Sarah, spooning her.
The sight warmed Walter’s heart. He’d been so relieved and happy when Larkin joined them last night and had told them that he wanted to Sarah to stay. His friend finally seemed willing to make room for Sarah in their lives.
At last, Walt wouldn’t have to choose between his best friend and the woman he’d fallen head-over-heels for.
He lay there for a while longer, trying to ignore the increasingly urgent call of nature.
Finally, trying not to wake Sarah and Larkin, Walt slid out of the bed, grabbed his clothes off the floor, and tiptoed downstairs.
After returning from the outhouse, he carried an armload of wood into the kitchen and set about lighting the stove. It would be nice to have a pot of coffee ready when the other two came downstairs in a while.
While the stove was heating and he was waiting for the coffee to brew, he walked out into the living room. The sun had not yet risen, but the fluffy golden and pink clouds over the mountaintops to the east told him that it would only be a few more minutes.
He peered through the living room window. There was already enough light to see the cattle in the nearest pasture and the puddles that had formed in the dirt track that led in the direction of town. With the storm past, if Sarah’s fears of pursuit proved true, danger could be closing in at any time.
He heard the creak of someone coming down the stairs.
A few moments later, Larkin appeared in the living room doorway. He’d put on his jeans but was bare-chested.
“Our girl’s still fast asleep,” he murmured with a grin, coming over to join Walt at the window. “I reckon we wore her out last night.”
Walt chuckled softly before turning back to the window.
“You expecting trouble?” Larkin asked, keeping his voice low so that they wouldn’t wake Sarah.
Walt sighed. “I was thinking about what Sarah told us and wondering how we’re going to protect her if this Clyde Burgess really does try to come after her.”
Larkin shook his head. “He sounds as ugly as a mud fence…and just the type to rustle up a bunch of hired guns. You think we ought to hire a few guns of our own?”
That sounded like a terrible idea to Walt.
“No,” he said immediately. “Planting a bunch of bored scallywags out here is liable to cause more problems than it would solve. Would you feel comfortable leaving Sarah alone with the type of man who’d hire out his gun?”
“You got a point,” Larkin conceded. “How about shipping Sarah off to Butte? We could give her enough money to set her up in decent lodgings for a couple of weeks and maybe ask some of Jim’s cousins to look after her.”
Walt liked that idea even less than bringing strangers onto their ranch. “Absolutely not. You know what Butte is like.”
Larkin blew out a frustrated breath. “Well, dammit, Walt, what do you propose? We’ve gotta come up with some kind of plan!”
“I know,” Walt replied. He crossed his arms and stared out the window, hoping for inspiration.
“Maybe I’m a damned fool, but I realized last night that I’m in love with our girl,” Larkin said after a few minutes had passed in silence. “It would kill me if something happened to her.”
“Yeah, me too,” Walt said. “I fell for her as soon as I saw her standing at the train station. She was talking to Mrs. K and looking pretty as a picture in those fancy clothes of hers. She looked like some kind of princess.”
The sun rose over the peaks in shower of golden fire.
And Walt suddenly realized what the solution was to their problem. It was so obvious that he wanted to kick himself for not thinking of it right away.
“Lark,” he said, smiling. “Coffee’s ready. Let’s go have a cup while I tell you what we need to do…”
Chapter Twenty-Six
“So, you gonna tell me about this plan of yours now?” Larkin asked a few minutes later.
He was champing at the bit to hear Walt’s idea. His friend had been close-mouthed as they left the living room and headed for the kitchen, where the big metal coffee pot stood simmering on the stove, filling the downstairs rooms with the fragrance of freshly brewed java.
The two of them were now seated at the kitchen table, steaming tin cups of coffee in front of them.
“It’s easy,” Walt said, smiling. “The way to keep Sarah safe now is to marry her as soon as possible. If we’re hitched when this Burgess fellow or his hired guns turn up, then we’ll have the law on our side when we defend her.”
Larkin froze, his cup halfway to his mouth. Married.
Funny how just two nights ago, Larkin had resigned himself to a life of confirmed bachelorhood. But Walt was right; if they wanted to protect Sarah, the best way to do that would be for one of them to marry her, in front of a preacher and with plenty of witnesses.
“Yeah.” But protection wasn’t the only reason he nodded his agreement.
He wanted to marry Sarah and spend the rest of his days with her and Walt. He wanted it so badly that
he could taste it.
Larkin didn’t even try to hide how much he liked Walt’s plan. “Let’s go wake her up and tell her!”
“Hold your horses, Lark. I have a better idea,” Walt said, grinning. “Why don’t we get everything set up so that if she agrees—”
“When she agrees,” Larkin interrupted.
“When she agrees,” Walt continued, “we can just take her directly to Reverend K’s place and get hitched as quick as he can whip out the Good Book and say the words.”
“You think we’ll have enough time to do this up all right and proper before Burgess or his men come looking for her?” Larkin asked.
