Western Widows
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Seth grabbed a dish towel and wiped his hands as he knelt down in front of me. "No one's going to see you, baby, but me. I promise. What we do is private. Now, I'll send them on their way and I'll be right back to fuck you. See my cock?"
I was able to glance down to his lap and see his cock, an angry red with fluid seeping from the tip. He'd made me come twice while he was still aroused and unfulfilled.
"I'm getting rid of whomever's at the door. I'll be right back."
"But you're naked!" I shouted as he left the room.
I strained to hear what he told the person at the door, but true to his word, he was back within a minute.
"That was Liam Anderson. News of our wedding has spread and wanted to invite us to dinner." His hand was on my ass as I felt the head of his cock line up with my pussy. "I told him tomorrow night. I said we were a little indisposed."
"You didn't," I said on a groan, his broad tip nudging my entrance.
"I was naked. The man isn't an idiot." He thrust deep in one long glide and groaned, his hand squeezing my flesh. Slowly, he pulled back, then slid back in. His fingers had been very skilled, curling and rubbing over very specific spots inside me, but his cock was so big and hard that he filled me beyond full. It was what I'd needed. I needed him inside me, filling me up, making me complete.
"Yes!" I cried out.
His fingers slid over my thigh, swiped some of my juices and wiped them over my back entrance.
"I promised a hard fucking, baby." His thumb returned and as he pistoned his hips deep inside me, his position allowing for his cock to hit my womb, all the while his thumb slipped into my ass again.
He moved in tandem, his cock fucking me along with his thumb. I'd never been so full before. My damp palms tried to grab hold of the table but I had no purchase. I couldn't widen my stance, I couldn't lift my hips. I could do nothing but be fucked and fucked well. I came again, as if just having Seth touch me, having him fill my ass would bring it about. My mind went soft, fuzzy even, as I came, too much pleasure had me wrung out like wet laundry. I lay there limp as Seth used my body for his own needs. He'd said he would show me how I'd made him feel, how out of control he'd been over the past few months. He'd said he's show me that he was the one in control.
There was no question he'd done just that. When he'd first tied me to the table, I'd felt out of control, as if he held my life in his hands. Wary, vulnerable and needy. But now, now I knew that I could give myself to Seth in every way and he'd not only protect me, he'd cherish me. He possessed me.
He came with a roar, his cock swelling further inside me just before he filled me with his seed, hot and sticky while his thumb lodged deep. His hands slapped the hard surface of the table to support his weight as he caught his breath. "Jesus, woman. What you do to me."
CHAPTER FOUR
SETH
Rachel was asleep sprawled across me, her head resting on my chest, her dark hair a wild tangle over my shoulder and down my arm. She straddled my leg and I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh, but she remained motionless, worn out from all the fucking we'd accomplished. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just starting to tip low on the horizon. I should be napping, but I was unaccustomed to sharing a bed, let alone having a warm, pliant body using me as a pillow. I didn't mind in the least. Carefully, I ran my hand up and down her back, feeling the bumps of her spine, reminding me how small and fragile she was. I forgot that in tandem with my hardening cock and took her as I wanted. I should be gentle with her, but I couldn't. I needed to make her see how earnest I was to make her mine. I wanted to possess her, inside and out. There was no question I'd done just that over the past day.
Had it been only yesterday morning when I decided I would corner her and force her to speak with me? Was it only yesterday afternoon when we wed? Was it this time yesterday I questioned what her body would look like, then systematically found out? Now, a day later, I knew every inch of her. Knew what made her hot, what made her moan. What her nipples looked like, what they tasted like. Yesterday, having her tied to the kitchen table had been the ultimate proof over my control of her. She hadn't begged or pleaded for me to stop. She hadn't been upset that I'd placed her in just the way I wanted. To the contrary. She'd reveled in my claiming. She'd succumbed and submitted beautifully and because of it, she'd been so responsive, so sensitive that she came quickly and repeatedly.
But then we'd been rudely interrupted, just when I was ready to sink into that insatiable pussy. When I first answered the door, I only opened it partially, not interested in exposing myself to whomever was at the door, but I didn't want them to continue knocking. I had Rachel securely tied to the kitchen table and my cock was painfully ready to fuck her. I'd had my thumb beautifully filling her ass and I'd had to leave her.
Liam Anderson, a longtime friend, stood there with a cocky grin on his face, having heard about the wedding. Because of that stupid expression, I'd opened the door further to let him see he'd interrupted without saying a word. He'd invited us to dinner, but changed the invitation to the next day. I nodded, then shut the door in his face. I hadn't said a word.
The kitchen wasn't the only place I'd had her. Once we'd recovered, I carried her to the washroom for a bath. It had been impossible to keep my hands to myself and I'd taunted us both with a cloth and a bar of soap. We barely made it back to bed before I took her again. Sometime after the moon had set did we fall asleep. Over the course of the day I hadn't let her up from bed, keeping her there, bringing her food and drink only to talk, lazily nap and fuck.
It was time to get up and dress for dinner with the Andersons. I wasn't eager for the activity, but Rachel must be sore. I had to admit that if we continued at this pace, I'd be dead by the end of the week. But death by fucking wouldn't be all that terrible.
"Wake up, baby." I tilted my head to kiss her hair. "We are expected at the Andersons for dinner."
Rachel stirred and groaned, then lifted her head. Her dark eyes were sleepy and sated and I felt well pleased knowing I made her that way. "If we are to leave the house, then we must retrieve my things."
The idea of keeping her naked and in my bed held appeal. "Mmm, we shall collect them in the morning. In the meantime, the dress you wore yesterday will be serviceable enough."
She climbed off me and stood.
"Remember, no drawers."
* * * * *
An hour later, Charlotte Anderson opened the door for us, the scents of meat and freshly baked bread escaping. The fair haired woman smiled at Rachel. "I'm so glad you're here. And what exciting news! Please, come in."
She led us into the parlor as Liam came down the hall from the direction of the kitchen. I'd been to their house for dinner a few evenings ago. Longtime friends, we were beyond the usual pleasantries and polite manners.
"That glacier atop Flattop Mountain moved faster than you," Liam said, his ribald hitting its mark. He slapped me on the shoulder and grinned along with his words. "Hello, Rachel."
"Mr. Anderson," she replied. They may have met in the past, however, it did not seem to have been a close connection.
"Please, call me Liam. You know Charlotte already."
"Yes, from church," Charlotte replied. "Mrs. Abernathy had us ladeling punch together at the spring social." She waved a hand at a comfortable chair and instead of letting Rachel sit as would be gentlemanly, I sat and pulled her down into my lap.
"Seth!" she cried, trying to wiggle off my lap.
"We're newlyweds," I replied, not a contrite bone in my body. I liked feeling her ass squirm over my cock.
"They are sitting beside each other as is proper and they've only been married a few days longer," Rachel countered.
"Quite right," Liam said, standing and pulling Charlotte up as well before sitting once again, this time with Charlotte ensconced in his lap. "We aren't an old married couple." Liam kissed Charlotte on the cheek.
"It seems the pact is complete. We were supposed to watch out for Rich
I couldn't agree more. "Rachel was mine from the minute I saw her."
Her mouth fell open at my statement.
"The other men that were killed, were they married?" Charlotte asked.
I thought of the men. Richard, Aaron, Paul Samuels and two others. "Two were too young, perhaps eighteen or nineteen," I shared.
"Leah Samuels' husband was killed," Rachel said. "I know her from church."
"She's so quiet," Charlotte added. "I remember her husband. I know it's wrong to speak ill of the dead, but I didn't like him very much. He didn't seem overly affectionate or kind to Leah."
The man was a fucking asshole and I could only imagine the life his wife had. I glanced at Liam and I could tell from the tightness in his jaw he agreed.
"Surely you can find a man, a nice man, for Leah?" Charlotte looked between the two of us.
"You're playing matchmaker?" Liam asked her. "If you are, you don't want to find her a nice man. You want to find a man that will—"
Charlotte covered her husband's mouth with her hand. "Don't you dare say it."
"Fine," Liam replied. "I'll just show you later." He grinned wickedly and Charlotte flushed a pretty pink. "What was the impetus for action, Seth?" Liam asked, clearly changing the subject. "Was it my words over dinner the other night?"
My friend wanted to be the one responsible for putting Rachel and I together. He'd most certainly been the one to pull my head from my ass, although I doubted he'd take responsibility for that.
"It was Rachel."
She turned her head to look at me, a frown marring her forehead. "Me?"
Her hair was pulled up neatly into a bun at the nape of her neck. She looked lovely all prim and proper, but now, knowing her more passionate nature, I only wanted to see her naked, her hair long and flowing down her back. At least the knowledge that she wore no drawers was the secret we could share, even while out in public.
"You. It was what you said on the street." Didn't she remember? I felt like they were words I'd never forget.
"We said quite a bit, then I remember the kiss," she replied.
"I heard about that kiss. So romantic," Charlotte added.
"Romantic? Do you want me to kiss you out in front of the saloon?" Liam asked her, turning her chin with his finger.
Charlotte shook her head.
"Good," Liam replied with a slight growl. "I don't share you with anyone. I want no other man to witness your pleasure."
I was in full agreement with Liam. Rachel was all mine. Every kiss, every whimper, every heated gaze. I may have kissed her in public, but I'd taken the weight of her desires for each other from her and carried it myself. I would continue to do so now that we were married, letting her be as passionate as she desired.
"What did I say that changed your mind?" Rachel asked.
"You said you spent the past three months doing everything you could to dissuade me to protect my honor."
Her dark eyes met mine. Held. "I wanted to take advantage of him," she told the others. "He wouldn't let me. He still won't let me." The corner of her mouth turned up.
"Liam let me take advantage of him just last night," Charlotte commented. "I think I like it."
A sound akin to a growl escaped Liam's throat, but I didn't look at either of them. My eyes were only for Rachel.
"You want to tarnish my honor? You made an honest man of me yesterday after the public kiss."
Rachel nudged me playfully at words. "Yes, that's true. But I never truly ravaged you. It's only fair after the way you've spent the past day sullying my virtue."
"That's my job, baby. A husband can sully his wife all day long."
"Damn right," Liam added.
"I don't want control, Seth," Rachel murmured. "I just want my chance to ruin you."
I raised my brows at her words. She'd spent months thinking of me. She wouldn't have avoided me and tried to deflect my intentions otherwise. By marrying her, I'd given her the freedom to be as passionate and wanton as she wanted. As I could make her. But I hadn't yet let her do all the tawdry and licentious things she'd imagined. Denying her this was wrong.
My cock hardened in anticipation of what she might do and Rachel's eyes widened as she felt it hard and thick against her ass.
"You're not staying for dinner, are you?" Liam asked.
I turned and looked at my friend. "Hell, no. I'm about to be ruined."
A WIDOW'S DESIRES
CHAPTER ONE
BEN
"Aren't you two matchmaking old biddies," I grumbled, standing with my friends Liam Anderson and Seth Barnes. We milled around outside of the church with the other men of the congregation while the ladies organized and readied the monthly pot luck at the tables set up beneath the large shade trees. The hymns were sung, the sermon delivered and now it was time to socialize. The weather was perfect, sunny and warm, a slight breeze blowing the tall Montana grasses. "Since when have you decided I need a woman?"
"Decided? Us?" Liam negligently pointed at Seth and himself. "We didn't decide. You've already chosen her."
"Leah needs a protector and we've seen you eyeing her like a fifteen year old with his first crush," Seth countered.
I rubbed the back of my neck at their blunt scrutiny of my personal relationships. I had no relationship with Leah Caruthers, hadn't even spoken with her. I had, however, watched her closely, went out of my way to keep a careful vigil over her whereabouts as she had no man in her life. Not that her husband had been any kind of real man even when he was alive.
"First crush? He looks like a man that knows exactly what he wants," Liam added. "The question is whether he's man enough to go about getting it."
"I don't need help with a woman," I countered. I kicked a pebble across the churchyard as I thought about Leah Caruthers and her delectable body. She was everything I ever wanted, although I didn't know it until the first time I saw her several months ago. She's filled my thoughts and all of my fantasies of late. No other woman compared. Even the scantily clad women at the saloon didn't make my cock stir the way just the hint of Leah's perfume did.
"Then how come we've each got a woman warming our beds at night and you don't?"
I didn't like Liam's question and if we weren't in front of the house of God and Reverend Pick wasn't chatting nearby, I would have punched him in the nose. If I had my way, Leah wouldn't just be warming my bed, but me as well. She wasn't like Liam nor Seth's new wife for she was wary of men in a way that was akin to downright fear. She needed gentle persuasion, not the brute possession my friends had used to obtain their brides.
"You followed Charlotte for three months before you claimed her." I pointed at Liam first, then to Seth. "You needed Liam to kick your ass to get you to make Rachel yours and you had to publicly seduce her to get her to the altar."
Seth's jaw clamped tight. "Do you want Leah?"
The serious look in Seth's eye indicated he wasn't jesting any longer and I could only nod in affirmation, all the while I clenched my right hand into a fist just in case. "Why are you nudging me in her direction all of a sudden?"
Seth looked uncomfortable for a moment, then grinned. "Hell, Rachel's worried about Leah and if you don't do something about that woman, I'll be required to put effort forth on real matchmaking."
I gave my head a sad shake. My friends had gone soft in the very short time they'd been married. They might be in control in their marriages but it seemed the women had all the power.
"You know Paul Caruthers' claim didn't pan out," Liam stated.
"I don't want her for her fucking money," I added. "I've got plenty of my own as you well know." As Seth's partner in the Monarch Mill Mine, neither of us were destitute.
"Caruthers gambled away whatever he made, which wasn't much, and whatever fortune they brought to town. I assume it was hers as he would have wasted it all sooner. That vein wasn't as big as he thought," Seth said.
A shout that the food was ready had the men moving toward the heavily ladened tables. We remained where we were letting the hungry men leave us behind.
"Charlotte didn't like the man," Liam said. "She said she'd never been near him, didn't want to."
Paul Caruthers had been a fucking asshole when he was sober. Before he died, he was seen more often than not with a whiskey bottle in his hand. He'd been a belligerent, nasty drunk. I'd watched him with Leah and knew she'd been vastly unhappy. The thought of Leah being at that man's mercy made my skin crawl and every bit of protectiveness well to the surface, like a bubbling spring and just as hot and volatile.
Charlotte and Rachel approached with glasses of lemonade and I took mine with a thanks. The way they smiled at their husbands was a blatant sign of their happiness. "We'll be right there, baby," Seth told Rachel, giving her a kiss on her brow. "Save us a place in line."
They noticed we were well into a conversation and left without questioning.
"Men are speaking of her. A widow with a mine. I'm surprised she hasn't been claimed yet."
Liam's words did not sit well. In fact, the idea of men talking of her in crude and callous way had my hackles rise, like the wolves that roamed the area.
Liam turned his head toward the crowd, then pointed. "There, see. Isn't that Michael McNamara paying her court?"
I turned my eyes to see, for I kept her in my purview when near. Sure enough, petite Leah Caruthers stood by the selection of dessert pies with McNamara looming. Her end of the long row of tables was quiet, the townsfolk saving their dessert for after they completed their meal.
"He's a good choice for her. Mild and courteous. Lord only knows what Caruthers did to her," Seth commented.
"Over my dead fucking body," I growled. McNamara was a decent sort, a man I'd allow my sister to step out with, but not Leah. Leah was mine.
"Reverend Pick is right over there," Seth indicated with a tilt of his head. "It's a good time as any for a marriage."
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