Shotgun Bride [Tasty Treats 12] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance)

by Lara Santiago

  Her tight heat swallowed his cock whole. “That feels so amazing,” she murmured. Her head dropped to his shoulder. Her arms tightened around his back. Best of all, her hips shifted around so he could go even deeper.

  Matt turned them and put her back against the tile. “Ooh. That’s cold,” she said, right before her pussy walls tightened down hard and fast on his rigid cock.

  “I hope you’re talking about the shower wall.”

  She giggled. “Yes, of course. Because trust me, you’re not cold anywhere.”

  Matt pulled his cock out halfway and plunged back in hard, fast, and deep. “Tell me I’m not hurting you,” he said, barely getting the words out. His libido ruled the majority of his mind.

  “No. Doesn’t hurt.” She groaned long and loud. “Please. Keep doing that,” she murmured. Her fingernails dug deliciously into his shoulders. “I like it.”

  “No problem.” He pressed his mouth over hers, driving his tongue between her lips with the same rhythm as his cock drove into her pussy.

  When he was just about to climax, growling, Matt forced himself to slow down. He shoved his hand between them, finding and rubbing his thumb over her clit as he picked up speed with his thrusts.

  Soon he fucked her against the shower wall with thrust after incredible thrust. Each time he rubbed her clit, Matt could feel her body move as if she were jolted with pleasure after every stroke.

  She screamed into his mouth seconds later. The feel of her tight, hot pussy suddenly clamping down on him was more than he could take. Matt thrust one final time. The mother of all orgasms circled his balls once, then spewed from the end of his cock like it might never stop.

  Matt knew in that moment that not only would he take Ella along with them, he’d never let her go. Never.

  * * * *

  Colton surveyed the cabin and tried to keep from imagining what was going on in the bedroom. Thinking about Ella made his cock thicken and ache. He searched and studied the cabin’s modest space inch by inch. After a thorough search, he made a hot beverage to kill some time.

  Cup of coffee in hand, he peeked out a window. The wind still howled, and rain still came down, but it sounded like the worst of it was about over. They’d pack up and head out at dawn. The only remaining decision was which horse she’d ride on when they left. Having Ella plastered to his chest for the remainder of the ride gave him something to look forward to in the morning.

  With the extreme weather, only a fool would travel before the light of day. Colton calculated that if they woke before dawn and headed out, they’d have a six-hour or better lead on anyone looking for Ella.

  He considered the idea of whether they’d even have a fight on their hands with the Otis and Owen Stevenson over Ella. Maybe they didn’t care about marrying her in particular. Maybe they only wanted an heir and any woman with a decent fertility percentage would do.

  Deep down though, Colton didn’t truly believe that he and Matt seducing Ella would be an easy pill for the Stevenson boys to swallow. Even if they didn’t care about her, Colton knew they liked to win at all costs.

  Once they left tomorrow morning, they’d take every precaution to hide her once they got to the legacy land and beyond. But that was a matter for another time. Colton heard the shower still running. It had been for quite a while now, and he imagined he heard them making love in there, but likely it was just the wind. The shower eventually stopped, and he had to force himself to remain seated. He drank another cup of coffee as he prowled around the main cabin.

  Colton checked his watch and decided to turn in for the night. He had two choices in where to sleep. The loft above had a nice single bed, but in the master was a bigger bed. And that bed held more fascination. Ella was there.

  He rinsed his cup and headed into the room under the pretense that he needed to use the facilities to find them both sound asleep in the large bed. There was plenty enough room for him, so he readied for bed, stripped his clothes completely off, and slid next to a warm, naked Ella. Her hair was still a bit damp and she smelled like roses. He drifted off with her unique scent filling his head.

  Colton slept for a few hours, but in the middle of the night he woke to Ella draped half on top of him. One of her arms was crossed low on his hip, and one of her legs rested over both of his thighs. She moved in her sleep, and her wrist rubbed down the length of his cock, trapping it beneath her forearm. The brief contact made his dick throb with the desire to fuck as if both of his hands were broken, and he hadn’t had sex in a year.

  Her head rested delicately on his shoulder. Each breath she expelled ruffled the fine hairs on his chest and made him even hornier. Colton truly tried to get back to sleep, but it was hopeless. Intending to move her so she wasn’t touching his cock proved to be harder than he thought. He ended up turning over and trapping her beneath his body.

  A flash of lightning in the distance lit the room, briefly allowing Colton to see her peaceful face. Impossible to keep from touching her, Colton soon kissed her mouth as gently as he could. At the same time he did his damndest not to press his stiff cock against her belly repeatedly until he came grunting like a randy boar. He’d likely never get back to sleep but took the occasion to kiss her again, promising himself to move off.

  Before he realized her intent, she kissed him back, grabbed his cock, and moved it between her legs.

  “What are you doing?” he whispered in disbelief.

  “What do you think I’m doing?” she responded with amusement in her tone. Suddenly her legs spread open to make room for his hips. She gripped him tighter in her fist, pushed her pussy even closer to the top of his cockhead, and he didn’t want to stop her.

  “I think you’re a seductress, and I truly want to slide my cock into your pussy and fuck you again.”

  “So go ahead. That’s what I want, too.”

  “We should sleep.”

  “Well, I can’t sleep now.” She squeezed his cock. He grunted in extreme pleasure. “And I don’t think you’ll be able to either. Not until you’re satisfied.” Her whispers and repeated squeezing of his cock made it even easier for his hips to thrust forward, seeking her warmth.

  The moment he moved forward, his cock speared between her pussy lips. He experienced hot, wet, and slick in no particular order, and that trio of pleasure registering made him understand that he wouldn’t be able to stop until he was gratified. Ella was not going to stop him. In fact, her hips shifted, and suddenly, he slid even deeper inside her body. His cock fairly pulsed in delight.

  Colton glanced at Matt. He was either sound asleep or not planning on bothering them. He pushed forward, sinking his cock into heated bliss. Promising himself to be quick, he shifted so he was fully on top of her and plunged harder inside of her body. Exquisite.

  Her tiny moan of acceptance nearly undid him. Her hips moved against him, and each time he thrust all the way inside, another groan would surface. After a handful of strokes, she moved her hips upward, stiffened, and a small cry came forth. Her legs tightened around his thighs. Her fingernails dug into his back with a ferocity he adored. Her hips rotated and bucked like she wanted him to fuck her raw.

  Immediately, her pussy walls gripped his cock like a warm, soft glove. She’d climaxed and he couldn’t stop his release. His next solid thrust went deep. Her pussy squeezed his shaft as if relentlessly seeking his pleasure.

  The orgasm took his breath away. He collapsed on her soft body trying to remember how to get air into his lungs faster.

  She was becoming an addiction he couldn’t resist. While he hadn’t had the best of luck with women in his past, Ella seemed so different.

  Colton dozed off with her tucked beneath him post lovemaking. He’d never felt so contented in all his life.

  In a few hours they’d race away and begin their lives. The land would be perfect. They’d get Ella pregnant—if she weren’t already after all the efforts from today—and ride away to live happily ever after.

  In the predawn hours, Colton wo
ke abruptly as two things became quickly clear. They were not racing away to begin their lives, and the double-barrel shotgun pressed harshly to his forehead was very uncomfortable.

  Chapter Seven

  Cold metal jabbed into Matt’s chin and forced his eyes open before his brain truly engaged. Ella, still naked and pressed to his side, let out a squeal of alarm as a strange voice intruded. It took him three solid seconds to interpret the words of the question.

  “What in the fucking hell are you doing in bed naked with my daughter?” came the angry, disbelieving query from the shotgun’s owner. The sudden shove of the gun now abrading his chin didn’t make Matt want to answer the angry man’s question. And he probably didn’t have the ability anyway. He’d never claimed to be a morning person.

  Eyes now open wide, Matt took in the dire situation quickly. The sun wasn’t up yet, but four men stood around the edge of the bed. One of the men held a lantern bright enough to fill the room as though it was noon.

  Another jab of the gun to his already abraded chin. “I asked you a question.”

  Matt blinked and pushed the gun away from his face. Colton sat up, also pushing the gun pressed to his forehead aside like it was an annoying toy. It was fairly easy to size up the situation.

  He recognized the Stevenson brothers by their girth alone. The grizzled, gun-wielding old man near his side of the bed was obviously Ella’s father. The preacher at the foot of the bed holding the lantern closed his eyes and backed against the wall. Perhaps he realized they truly were all buck naked beneath the quilt.

  “Do you really want me to say it out loud?” he said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

  “Never knew you was such a whore, Ella,” Owen Stevenson said with a sneer.

  Matt never knew Colton could move so fast, but in a flash worthy of being called lightning speed, one of his hands was around the grip of the shotgun and the other was around Owen’s fat, jowly neck.

  “Take that back and say you’re sorry.” Colton tightened his grip around Owen’s throat.

  The preacher stepped forward suddenly and opened his eyes but kept them averted from the bed. “I believe we should adjourn to the other room and let the three of them get dressed before we have a further discussion.”

  Colton didn’t seem to care whether he was dressed or not but loosened his grip on Owen’s throat and took a seemingly reluctant step back. He kept the gun, pulling it from Owen’s grasp as the big man moved away rubbing his throat.

  The four intruders shuffled out to the living space. Colton slammed the door behind them and leaned the gun against the wall. “What the fuck are they doing here already?” he whispered furiously. “They had to have traveled in the dark and the better part of the night to arrive by now.”

  “Foolish, that’s for certain.” Matt jumped out of bed and pulled his clothing on as fast as possible. Ella remained seated in the center of the bed with the sheet and quilt pulled to her neck. When he glanced at her face, he realized she looked terrified.

  The utter panic in her eyes made Matt stop. “What’s wrong?”

  A tear slipped from the lower edge of one eyelid. “What’s going to happen to me now?”

  He and Colton exchanged a worried glance. Matt was prepared to negotiate so she could accompany them off this property but was uncertain what her father expected to happen.

  Colton answered, “I don’t know, honey. But I’d prefer it if you were completely dressed before we go out and talk to them.” He scooped up her clothing from the day before and tossed it onto the bed.

  She looked at her wrinkled clothing with uncertainty. “But will you still take me with you or leave me?”

  Colton was pacing, trying to burn off his anger. Matt had seen him do it before. At her question, he abruptly turned, lowered to the bed, and took her in his arms. “Of course we’re taking you with us. Nothing has changed, honey.” He pulled her from beneath the sheets, thrust her clothing in her arms, and pointed her to the bathroom. “Get dressed. We’ll figure something out. Matt’s a lawyer. He does this shit all the time, right, Matt?”

  Not exactly. “Right,” Matt answered quickly with the exact opposite of what he was thinking, not wanting her to fret. He added, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.” Once she was ensconced in the other room, Matt said, “What is your brilliant idea for getting out of this? Because I don’t do this all the time. ”

  Colton shrugged. “Don’t know. What are our options?”

  Matt’s head suddenly started to ache. Their choices would depend on whether the Stevenson brothers still wanted to marry her and how hard they were willing to fight to keep her. He hoped they would drop their interest. “There are three I can name off the top of my head, maybe more if I get a cup of coffee in me and have some time to think.”

  “Three? Shit. I was sort of hoping for less, not more.”

  Matt rolled his eyes. If he had access to his law books, he might be able to come up with even more options, but not out here in the wilderness away from ready communications.

  “Okay. Fine. What are the three?”

  “One, we demand to take her with us to ensure she doesn’t carry our heir. Two, her father demands we marry her immediately regardless of her conception possibilities after paying whatever Owen and Otis have offered and agreed to as a bride price. Three, we offer to marry her and hope the money we have set aside will satisfy her father, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

  “Why not?”

  Matt pushed out a breath. If her father had a certificate with a favorable percentage number, he likely expected a certain base price. There were some fairly boilerplate bride price numbers expected and put in place for a certain percentage on the certificate. However, if her number were at the high end, the sky could be the limit. Since she was a virgin, that might also be a factor in a higher price.

  Plus, he’d heard a rumor several weeks ago. It hadn’t occurred to him until she mentioned the Stevenson brothers the night before. And he’d promptly ignored it then stuffed it down as unimportant to make love to her. Matt heard that Otis and Owen had been willing to put up a sizeable amount for not only a high percentage but also for a proven virgin. He didn’t know the number but figured it was substantial.

  After pondering silently, Matt said, “Because the Stevensons have lots of money to spend. Although part of that was because she was a virgin. I’d say we can still expect a sizeable number.”

  “The fourth option is for the two of you to leave the premises before they take aim at you again. If it turns out I’m pregnant, I could remain in their custody until the child is born and tested. If the baby was yours, he or she could be delivered to you in as little as nine months,” Ella said dispassionately from the open bathroom door.

  They both turned toward the sound of her voice. Matt said, “Not an option.” At the same time Colton just said, “No!”

  Matt crossed the room and took her in his arms. “We aren’t leaving here without you, okay?”

  She nodded and pushed out a long breath as if relieved they weren’t about to abandon her to her fate, but her expression was wary. Perhaps she had trust issues as well. He couldn’t blame her. Colton strode over and hugged her tight whispering much the same sentiment. “When we go back out there, you stay behind me. Got it?”

  Ella nodded once more, but the expression on her face bordered on panic. She’d mentioned running away before. If she had the chance to do it again, he expected she would. If she could have sprouted wings to fly, he had no doubt she’d already be gone, sailing away into the still-dark sky.

  Matt centered himself, organizing his thoughts as best as he could given the early hour, and opened the bedroom door to face the consequences of their recent actions. He discovered, not surprisingly, that he harbored not one single regret.

  Walking slowly into the great room of the cabin, Matt took in the angry stances of almost every other occupant in the room. The only man not seething with anger was the preacher they’d b
rought along.

  Colton followed him out of the bedroom door, keeping Ella behind him. He carried Owen’s shotgun by the barrel. Matt wasn’t sure he’d be willing to give it up. They stopped with Ella between them and slightly behind Colton.

  “What do you have to say for yourself, Ella?” her father asked with a sneer. He took a step in her direction. But Colton stood up straighter. He pushed her behind him so she couldn’t be seen by the others in the room.

  “Talk to us,” Colton said firmly. “Not to her.”

  “What the hell were you doing in bed with my daughter?” In one hand he had a piece of paper like a document. He brought it up and started waving it around. Without waiting for an answer to his first question, he said, “This is a certificate stating that her fertility percentage rating is eighty-nine. I hope you’re prepared to pay the bride price I deserve.”

  Matt sucked in a breath of shock. Eighty-nine percent might as well be one hundred in so far as bride prices went. He knew in that instant that he and Colton likely didn’t have enough for her father, even if they liquidated everything each of them owned down to the boxers they were both wearing and combined their assets.

  * * * *

  Ella blanched the moment her father told them what her fertility percentage was. She hadn’t known. Eighty-nine was one of the highest she’d ever heard. There was a girl several properties over who’d scored ninety-three and garnered a high bride price but after two years still hadn’t gotten pregnant. That was the trouble with probability. It wasn’t absolute.