Beauty and the Beasts [Bride Train 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  He set the plate down and zeroed in on her curls. He lay on his stomach before her splayed thighs. She glistened, proving how wet she already was.

  “You and Gabe have a good time this morning?”

  She nodded. He watched a rosy glow rise from her pussy all the way to her forehead. Her nipples puckered even tighter.

  “Make sure you tell him tonight how much fun we had, and what we did. After what we’re about to do, you might be ready to share your bed with both of us soon.”

  A trickle of fluid escaped her slit. He leaned forward and caught it with his tongue. Salty, sweet, and ready to go. He traced her folds, in and around, before flicking his tongue tip at her clit. She pressed her thighs together, catching his face. He sucked her, just a bit, and pulled back. She smelled like sunshine and sweet female sweat.

  “Hands and knees,” he ordered. “That way I have everything I want in front of me, and two hands, a mouth, and a cock all ready for you.”

  He put the rolled blanket under the quilt and helped her lie across it. It took a minute as she didn’t want her ass aimed south. It meant she couldn’t see anyone coming, but they’d get a peach of a view. His hearing was excellent so no one would creep up on them, but she didn’t know that. He bet the excitement made her cream even more.

  “Damn, what a sight for a hungry man,” he moaned. There she was, his for the taking. Only it was loving, and he’d be giving everything he could for her.

  He stared at her smooth, creamy white bottom. By the end of the summer those cheeks, and the rest of her, would be a warm tan if he had any say in it. He wanted to see her bare-assed naked every chance he got.

  Seeing her swollen pink pussy clenching for his cock, her virgin asshole above, made him think he’d reached heaven. And dammit, he’d make sure Sarah thought the same thing before he was finished. He looked down at his cock. The poor thing had been hard all day. His balls were so tight there wasn’t more than a few hairs between his cock and balls.

  “Angel, you’ve got me so hard I don’t think I can go easy on your ass unless I come first. That means we share an orgasm with this pussy here”—he leaned over and kissed it—“and then I’ll work you up for another.”

  She turned her head to see him better. “Stop talking and get working.”

  She raised herself up so she could rub her breasts. His cock jerked. She tilted back, pushing her pussy closer to him. He groaned and leaned forward. His tongue found her clit, already poking its head high. He slid a couple fingers inside her, curling them down to catch that special spot.

  She clenched his fingers, hard. Damn, if she wasn’t almost ready to come!

  He guided his cock past those swollen lips and down, down, down, and then ever so slowly, back out again. He loved the sight of his thick cock disappearing into her. She groaned, deep and long, with every downstroke. She was tight, and so hot.

  Oz gathered some lard on the longest finger of his left hand. As he pulled his cock out, he pressed his finger into her ass. She took him easily, so he kept up the slow rhythm. His finger and cock slid against each other with only a thin membrane separating them. He suddenly choked out a ragged laugh. Here he was, having the best sex of his life, out in the sun on his ranch with a beautiful, wonderful woman, and he was fingering his own cock!

  As his speed increased, he held his finger in her ass, pumped, and fingered her clit. He added his pointer finger, and she accepted that, too. If he could hold on, she might take his cock sooner than he thought.

  He backed off and twisted his fingers, in and out, faster that he’d pumped. She twitched and moaned, gripping the quilt with her fingers. He got more lard as he plunged, slow and deep, again. Once more he held back as he put three thick fingers into her. She tensed at first, but he waited until she relaxed before entering her fully. He couldn’t bend his little finger out of the way, so it ended up in there, too.

  Sarah took it all, and even pushed her ass against him for more. He pulled back to two fingers and took one more slow, deep ride while working her clit with his right hand. She had her forehead on the quilt. Her hands were busy pinching her nipples. He’d never seen such a sweet sight.

  “You ready for me here?” He pulsed his fingers in and out of her ass.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  His heart, which was going a mile a minute, hammered like a jackrabbit before a coyote. He scooped up all the rest of the lard and slathered it on his cock, from tip to base. He wasn’t counting on going all the way in, but the way Sarah was panting, who knew how she’d go.

  He pressed her ass cheeks wide, one palm on one cheek. The tight little brown rosette was now relaxed and ringed in pink. He set his cock right in the middle and nudged her. She relaxed and he slid in an inch.

  He’d thought her pussy was tight and hot, but, dayam!

  She panted like a puppy, eager to play. He drew his clean right hand through her pussy lips and tickled her clit. That gained him another inch. He used his thumb to rub that spot just inside her pussy by her belly while his fingers kept tickling her clit.

  Sweat ran into his eyes. The sun heated his ass as he nudged, forward and back, a little deeper each time. Her butt channel drew his cock in, deeper and deeper.

  When he got so close his balls banged against his hand he grabbed her hips with both hands. He let his balls jiggle against her pussy. He leaned forward and rested against her back for a second.

  “My balls doin’ anything for your clit, angel?”

  “Oh, yes. Do it again.”

  He pulsed gently again, letting his balls stroke her as he pressed deeper. “Keep your fingers busy on those nipples. Think it’s my lips biting down on you.” He took a minute to breathe. “When Gabe joins us you won’t need to do anything but lie back and moan. Two cocks, four hands, two mouths, all for your pleasure.”

  He finally hit bottom. Now came the hard part, sliding in and out to tingle every bit of her without exploding alone.

  Oz pulled back, almost out. She groaned, deep and loud. He sank into her, still slow and careful. Again he pulled back, a bit faster this time. Soon she was slamming against him with every stroke. His balls tightened, burning hot. He was going to come any minute whether she joined him or not! He held still, letting her control the action, while he rubbed and pinched her clit.

  “Come on, angel,” he crooned. “Let go. Take what you need and fly.”

  A white-hot shudder went down his spine to his ass, into his balls. Sarah gripped his cock, shouting as he exploded. He held her hips, letting her milk him for anything she needed, until she sagged.

  Whatever she wanted, no matter the cost, was hers.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Sarah sighed in bliss. After the most amazing orgasm yet, Oz cleaned himself and tidied her up before letting her snooze in the sun. Then he helped her into a steaming tub of hot water. It didn’t matter that her knees almost jabbed her chin, it was heavenly.

  She knew Gabe loved her. He was the type of man to fall quickly, and hard. She didn’t want to do anything to hurt the love, and trust, he had for her. For Gabe, she wouldn’t walk away if Luke said ridiculous things.

  Her heart burned for the lost child inside Oz the man. That boy made him playful and wild most of the time but, now and then, such as with the tub, he was thoughtful and caring. Could the beaten child heal without losing the fun of the man?

  Luke was no longer any fun. He expected her to fall to her knees in joy because he, Luke Frost, had chosen her to be the future of his family! She’d burst out laughing when Gabe explained it that morning, but he was serious. Gabe said that, when something was drilled into you since birth, it was hard to put aside. He insisted Luke had to have something momentous happen before he could crack through his childhood training and think for himself. That training included wives as nothing more than business chattel, wed for financial gain.

  She asked Gabe what he needed to learn, since he knew his partners so well. He sighed, held her close, and said, “That
my mama was right. The love of a good woman makes life worthwhile.” Then he kissed her, and proved that he knew all about her clit after all, and had thought of a few new ways to make her tremble.

  Sarah stood up to wash. The cool room turned her wet skin to gooseflesh. Her nipples bumped out the most, of course. She bent over the tub and reached for a cup to dip water and wash the soap off. She felt as if her skin was finally alive. Maybe all those kisses which covered her body from two different sets of lips during the last few days and nights had woken her senses.

  She put on a clean shift, stockings, petticoat, blouse, skirt, and boots. Oz promised he’d empty the tub and fill the water reservoir for supper. Time was wasting, as Sophie would say, so she opened the door and stepped out.

  Gabe had his saddlebags over his shoulder as if caught on his way to the house. “Sophie says Oliver is doing well, and she’ll be happy to return him to you as soon as someone can deliver him. It seems he doesn’t like to sleep alone and showed up at Nora Dawes’s home. Mrs. Johnston’s in your old room, and she isn’t happy about a cat on her bed.”

  Sarah pressed her lips together to hold back a smile. “He likes to cuddle up against my back.”

  “Will you sleep well tonight, without him curled against your back?”

  A light blush tinged Gabe’s ears. She put her finger on his shirt, right about where his male nipple would be. “You think you could keep me warm instead?”

  He gulped. “I don’t know if I can sleep beside you all night.” He clenched and unclenched his hands, refusing to meet her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” She took his hands in hers and brought them to her mouth. She kissed one set of knuckles, and then the other. “If my bed is too small, we can put the pallet on the floor.”

  “I…if someone touches me in the night, I lash out. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He held his body rigid. She could feel his tension even in his fingers. “You didn’t do that Saturday night. Why now?”

  He screwed up his face as if fighting tears, or a great fear. She put her arms around him, her head on his chest. His heart beat as strongly as when she first seduced him. Only, this time it wasn’t lust.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” she whispered. “I just thought it might help to get it out. Like my brand.”

  His arms were so long that his elbows stuck out when he hugged her. He rested his chin on her head.

  “You’re right. It’s about time.” He cleared his throat. “I went to prison when I was sixteen.”

  His voice shook. She waited, but he said nothing more. She kissed his chest, the only place she could reach. He sighed.

  “I attacked a man who was beating a fourteen-year-old girl. I liked her, and thought to marry her once she turned sixteen. I didn’t know her father had already married her off. According to the law, that man had every right to beat her because she was his wife, and was running away. I spent a few weeks in a hellhole of a prison. Thank God I was so big. Other boys weren’t.”

  He pulled her tight. She held him back, as hard as she could. She had to clench her jaw to keep from saying something soothing. But nothing would soothe him. Not until he got it all out, whatever it was.

  “After I punched a few of them, they didn’t try to…hurt me at night anymore. I still couldn’t sleep if anyone came near. Then one night I woke to screams. A boy half my size, one I’d played checkers with using rocks and pebbles, was being attacked. No one would help him, because the man was the toughest in the prison.” Gabe shuddered a breath. “I went crazy. I pushed the boy away and almost killed the bastard before the others pulled me off. That’s why I got whipped.”

  “You saved the boy.”

  Gabe removed one arm from around her in order to wipe his eyes. He nodded. “When I told them why I did it, the prison head got angry. He didn’t want anyone to know those things happened in his prison. He moved all the boys and weaker men into one area, away from the others.” He hugged her again. “It was worth a whipping to know they would be safe, at least from the worst of the worst.”

  “Lashes from a whip heal,” she said quietly. “Not the shame and humiliation of rape. It doesn’t matter that you did nothing to cause it. You still feel…” She couldn’t complete the sentence.

  “Violated.” He nodded. “Of course you’d understand. I never told anyone before. Not even Luke knows that much.” He stepped back and looked at her. His eyes were red and wet, but he smiled. “You’re right. It feels good to finally get it out.” His eyes warmed. A twinkle appeared. He moved his hand to cover her breast. Her nipple rose to meet his palm.

  “Maybe I won’t have a problem sleeping with you after all. Perhaps we should check that out tonight.”

  “If you hold my breast like that, I’m not sure how much sleeping we’ll do.”

  He chuckled. “That sounds even better.”

  She prepared for a kiss, but he choked and craned his neck to look out the door.

  “Dammit, Oz, get some clothes on.”

  “I had a quick bath in Sarah’s water,” said Oz. “Why would I put on clean clothes while I’m still wet?”

  “Then hurry up. You’ll scare the chickens with that thing!”

  She tried to look around Gabe, but he held her so tight that she couldn’t move. “I want to see!”

  “Don’t worry, angel,” called Oz. “I’ll show you everything again tomorrow.”

  “Oz!” Gabe roared the word over her head.

  “I’m going, I’m going!” His muttering disappeared. Then she heard him stomping in the front cabin. “We gotta cut a door in here,” he yelled. “I don’t want to go outside every time we need to get to the stove.”

  “Great. You can do it tomorrow, when you’re home with Sarah,” called Gabe.

  “But it’ll take all day!”

  Gabe winked at her. “So much the better,” he yelled back. “Sarah’s got washing and cooking to do tomorrow. If you’re cutting a door, she might get something done.”

  Another silence.

  “I’ll make sure she’s well done by the time you get home,” said Oz, chuckling.

  Sarah gasped a laugh.

  “Let’s make the most of our time,” murmured Gabe. “I think I need more practice kissing you.”

  A lone horse’s whinny rang out. The greeting was returned by others. Gabe groaned. He rested his forehead against hers.

  “Maybe later. Sounds like Luke’s home.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Luke kept his horse at a slow walk to keep his head from rolling off his shoulders. A full day of riding in the sun with a hangover, even though he kept his hat pulled low over his forehead, turned a bad headache into something awful.

  His insides rebelled, though he’d eaten nothing since supper the night before. At first it was the whiskey-induced morning-after stomach that made him feel sick. As the day progressed, it was what he needed to say to Sarah that kept it that way.

  He needed to find words that would make her understand he wanted a partner, not just someone to produce sons. As the husband, he’d provide everything she needed to raise their children, and would protect his family from harm. His wife would provide those children, of course, and create their loving home. They would have separate, but equal, responsibilities.

  Just like his mother and father, their marriage would be based on mutual respect. As servants, Gabe and his brothers didn’t have the same requirement to be gentlemen. They didn’t have to follow a strict set of rules with women, and could marry whoever they wanted.

  Luke’s parents spoke to each other with quiet, cold respect. They had separate suites at different ends of the house. Gabe’s parents laughed and joked, quarreled and kissed. Sometimes he caught them looking at each other as if they wished to retire to their single bedroom. He once asked Gabe if his father had a mistress. Gabe said his mother would kill his father if he touched another woman.

  Luke never saw his father touch his mother. Nor did he touch his son or daughters. H
is mother kept to herself as well. Thinking back, the only adult who touched him was Gabe’s mother. When he was in the kitchen, Mrs. Downey would hug him just as much as she did Gabe. She’d smack his hand for stealing a cookie or take a switch to him just as quickly. She laughed, sang, and even listened to him on the rare occasions that he had questions or concerns.

  Had he ever seen his father, or his mother, smile? Had they ever listened, instead of lectured? He nudged the horse over to the east side of the shed. He’d unsaddle him there, out of the blasted sun. His father was always stern, even the few times he’d given praise. The only expression he remembered on his mother’s placid face was a rare frown.

  Which family best suited the ways of the West? The stern, stiff Frosts whose purpose in life was to advance the family? Or the open, loving Downey family who worked hard but enjoyed each other?

  How did he want to raise his children? More importantly, how did Sarah?

  Luke leaned forward to lift his foot out of the stirrup and dismount. The movement jarred his head and upset his stomach. He barely managed to get down without passing out or throwing up. He grabbed the pommel, hoping to stay upright until the world stopped spinning and the pounding in his head lessened enough that he could hear over it.

  Because of the imbalance of men and women, things were different in the West. They were even more different in Tanner’s Ford. Trace, Simon, and Jack openly kissed and caressed Beth, even in town. He wasn’t sure if he would act that way in public, but he wanted a wife who could respond as freely as Jessie had the previous day with Sin. He wasn’t sure how that could happen and still respect each other, though.

  All winter he worried that, due to what happened in Bannack City, Sarah would fear having children, and the process that led to it. But Sarah had kissed Oz in the dining room, and he’d seen her kiss Gabe like there was no tomorrow. Yesterday, she smiled as she helped Sophie feed more than a dozen men, some without their shirts. She laughed with them during supper and eagerly danced with them all. That’s when Gillis passed over a bottle of whiskey and things got fuzzy. He woke next to the stove in the same room as Oz and Gabe. They said Sarah slept in the cabin, though the door was still shut when he left.