Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

  Jeremiah stayed next to her, and it was his eyes she stared into, but right now she felt more of a connection with Eb than she had since he left all those years ago.

  Eb continued to murmur to her, encouraging her and telling her just how good it felt to be inside her.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me in. Just a little more. No, don’t push back. I can’t give you all of my cock tonight. You’re too damned tight.”

  Maggie’s harsh moans and high pitched whimpers drowned out whatever else Eb said, but the gentleness in his hands and in his tone was more than enough for her.

  Being taken by him this way emphasized the difference in them and made her feel even smaller and more feminine than ever before. Instinctively understanding how cruel and demeaning such an act could be, she focused on the sound of his voice. She reveled in the fact that she gave him the ultimate gift, and was confident that he considered it as such.

  “Eb?”

  Eb paused in his stroking, running his hands up and down her back. “What is it, baby?”

  Maggie threw her head back, caught up in the sound of Eb’s voice and moaning at the caress of Jeremiah’s hand over her breasts.

  He’d never called her ‘baby’ in the past, and the word from his lips now nearly sent her over the edge.

  Arching her back, she tilted her bottom higher. “Please. I need you inside me. I need you to hold me.”

  Wrapping his arms around her from behind, Eb nuzzled her neck.

  “Slow and easy, baby. I’ll help you, and I’ll hold you all you want.”

  He slid his hand lower over her stomach and down to her mound. Placing a rough finger over her clit, he kissed her neck.

  “You do it, honey. Take what you want. You’re so fucking tight, you’re killing me.”

  His slow, smooth strokes in her bottom threatened to steal her sanity, as did the infrequent but potent caresses to her clit.

  Her entire body shook, every nerve ending alive with need, but she hadn’t expected the effect it would have on her mind.

  No matter what Jeremiah did or said, her main focus remained on Eb.

  He controlled her completely, every smooth thrust of his cock stealing a little more of her and making her truly his.

  The tortured moans coming from him between the soft, gravelly words of praise made her heart soar, convincing her that right now, more than ever before, she had just as much of him.

  Her cries of pleasure mixed with whimpers of vulnerability both seemed to have extreme effects on him, making him both primitively sexual and breathtakingly tender.

  The combination overwhelmed her.

  With a hoarse growl, Eb sank into her, removing the hand over her mound to brace himself against the headboard. Leaning over her, he tightened the hand around her waist and used his teeth to scrape the back of her neck.

  “I’m in. Don’t move, baby. Just breathe, and don’t fucking move.”

  Jeremiah kissed her other shoulder. “Tell me.”

  Eb hissed when she inadvertently tightened on him. “Nothing ever better. She’s drenched and close to coming.”

  He hissed again, his body trembling against hers. “Her ass is milking me and she’s shaking all over. Let me get to the edge of the bed and you can put us both out of our torment. Don’t even think about having her suck your cock now. Neither one of us can wait.”

  Maggie swallowed a sob. “Hurry. I can’t—it’s too much.”

  Jeremiah slid from the bed to kneel beside it. “I’ll take care of you, honey.”

  She couldn’t believe how full she felt, couldn’t believe she’d actually taken his cock into her, but it wasn’t easy.

  She wouldn’t have missed this for the world.

  With a groan, he adjusted her, lifting her slightly and settling her on his lap at the edge of the bed. “Easy, baby. I’ve got you. Just trust me and let me take care of everything. Jeremiah, I’ve got to hold her up a little. My cock’ll go too deep if I don’t.”

  His cock shifted inside her as he moved both of them, the thick heat so hard and solid she couldn’t hold back her cries as she struggled to adjust to it.

  The concern in his tone and the gentle way he handled her made her feel like something precious, and she never wanted this feeling to end.

  Jeremiah held out his hands to help his brother, holding her while Eb got them both in place. Once she was positioned on Eb’s lap, Jeremiah spread her legs to hang on either side of his brother’s. “She is soaked. Jesus.”

  With a thumb, he pushed back the hood of her clit and whistled. “Damn, all red and swollen. She won’t last but a stroke or two.”

  Leaning back against Eb’s shoulder, Maggie turned her face toward him, lifting her hand to hold on to his neck, sinking her fingers into his dark, silky hair. Impaled on his cock, she shuddered as the chills continued, her entire body shaking with the force of them. Her ass burned as it stretched to accommodate his thick cock, grasping at it greedily in an effort to take more.

  She kept her body stiff, afraid that she would inadvertently take his cock too deep. “Eb, it’s so deep inside me. Oh, God. Help me.”

  Jeremiah settled himself between her thighs, licking his lips as he parted her folds. “Hold on to her, Eb.”

  Eb’s hand tangled in her hair, keeping her face turned, his eyes hooded and indescribably gentle as they held hers, despite his tortured expression. Tightening the arm he had wrapped around her waist, he smiled tenderly, his voice as soft as a breeze. “I’ve got her.”

  Maggie whimpered when his cock jumped inside her, her thighs trembling so hard she curled her feet around his calves.

  At the first touch of Jeremiah’s mouth on her clit, she screamed, squeezing her eyes closed. Her bottom burned as it clamped down on Eb’s cock, the muscles in her abdomen tightening to the point of pain.

  Without meaning to, she started to move, using her stomach muscles to rock on Eb, taking more of his cock inside her. She couldn’t stay still as the erotic feel of having such thick heat stroking her most intimate opening was too irresistible to deny.

  Eb cursed, holding her tighter. “Easy, baby.”

  Nearly frantic now, Maggie growled at him. “No. Move. Oh, God. It burns everywhere. Help me move. I need to—Oh!”

  She’d managed to take Eb’s cock deeper as Jeremiah sucked her clit hard. Everything inside her exploded at once, her body stiffening impossibly as the most incredible feeling washed over her. She bucked once, twice, her body jolting with every movement of Jeremiah’s tongue, her body arching toward him and wiggling on Eb’s lap.

  Eb’s loud groan in her ear was like no sound she’d ever heard from him before. His body stiffened, his arms like iron as they held her to him. His cock pulsed deep inside her, matching the hot pulsing of her clit.

  Both sent her higher, her hoarse screams melding with Eb’s deep baritone into a sound both tortured and ecstatic.

  The pleasure crested and began its slow descent and she squirmed restlessly to get away from Jeremiah’s devastating mouth, gasping at the feel of Eb’s cock moving inside her. “Please. No more. No more.”

  Eb shuddered, his hands gentle as he gathered her against him and Jeremiah lifted his head. Cupping her jaw, Eb tilted her head back against his shoulder. “No more, baby.”

  Covering her mouth with his, he brushed her lips. “You are so beautiful, baby. That’s a girl. Shh. That’s my baby.”

  His kisses were as soft as butterfly wings, and the slow, gentle caresses as his hands moved over her body were like nothing she’d ever imagined and stole her heart completely.

  She was his, and no matter what happened in the future, she would never forget this.

  She slumped against him, soft moans escaping as he sipped from her lips, moans that he readily swallowed.

  Jeremiah straightened and, still on his knees, kissed her shoulder, lightly cupping her breast. “Hell, honey. I never saw anything like that in my life. The way you went wild…My cock’s so hard I think I could break sto
ne with it.”

  Eb nuzzled her jaw, still caressing her as he held her against him. “Too bad. She’s had enough. I’m gonna get her cleaned up and into bed.”

  He lifted her slowly from his cock, smiling when she gasped as it slipped from her. “Poor baby.”

  Maggie could barely keep her eyes open, so lethargic her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. “I can do it.” She started to rise from Eb’s lap, smiling tiredly at Jeremiah as he stood.

  Eb clicked his tongue, male satisfaction and indulgence twinkling in his eyes. “No. I’ll take care of you.”

  Standing, he turned and placed her gently in the middle of the bed, bending to kiss her lightly. “Stay put.”

  Jeremiah sat next to her on the bed, running his hands over her and bent to touch his lips to hers. “You were incredible. I can’t wait to get my cock into that tight little ass and feel you clenching on me the way you did with Eb.”

  She felt guilty for not seeing to his pleasure and wanted to make up for it. She reached for him, lifting her hand to his shoulder. “Jeremiah—”

  He caught her hand, kissing her fingers. “No, honey. I’ll take care of it myself. Next time, though…” His stiff grin told her just how badly he suffered, making her feel even worse.

  “But Jeremiah, it’s not fair. Show me what to do.”

  Eb came back to the bed with two cloths, one damp and the other dry. “No. He can suffer a little. Now be still, so I can get you ready for bed.”

  Guessing his intention, she started to sit up, her face burning. “Eb, no. I can—”

  Eb toppled her back. “I said no, Maggie. Now lay back and be still. Jeremiah, hold her down if she starts to fight me.”

  Not wanting to be involved in a wrestling match she had no hopes of winning and too tired to try, Maggie held her breath as Eb approached.

  To her surprise, he swiped the cloth all over her arms and chest, even under her arms before spreading her thighs.

  Jeremiah took the dry cloth to dry what Eb had already washed, running the cloth gently over her skin and frowning when she shivered.

  “Hurry up, Eb. She’s getting cold.”

  “She’ll be warm enough in a minute.”

  Eb cleaned their combined juices from her thighs and pussy before raising her legs higher, ignoring Maggie’s struggle when he touched the cloth to her puckered opening and began to clean her there.

  “Be still, Maggie. I’m your husband, and it’s my job to take care of you.”

  Maggie groaned as he thoroughly cleaned the entire area between her legs, hardly believing that he would do such a thing. “But not this way.”

  Eb finished with the cloth and tossed it aside, his eyes thoughtful as he watched Jeremiah dry her. Reaching for the tin of salve, he paused to glance at her, his brows going up. “Taking care of you in every way. Now be still so I can use some of this salve on your ass.”

  Sitting up, she slapped Jeremiah’s hands away, staring up at Eb in alarm. “Again?”

  Both men started laughing, and insulted, she kicked at them. “Leave me alone.”

  Eb tumbled her back, his playfulness shocking her. “Nope. You’re all ours, and we’re never leaving you alone. Now, do you really want to have me wrestle you to your belly and hold you down while I apply the salve, or would you rather lie still and let me rub it in gently and crawl into bed beside you and hold you while you fall asleep?”

  Suspicious, she looked from one to the other, eyeing Jeremiah’s erection. “Are you sure that’s all you’re going to do?”

  Jeremiah threw back his head and laughed, gesturing toward his cock. “You afraid I’m gonna fuck that tight little bottom? I already told you I’d take care of this myself.”

  Eb kissed her nose. “Come on, honey. You’re too sore for anything else. Breaking you in takes as much patience as breaking in a new horse.” He sat up, making a place for himself between her thighs, lifting them over his.

  “But you’re a hell of a lot softer and smell a hell of a lot better. Now, be good while I work some of this into you. It’s for your own good.”

  Maggie shook her head, her face burning again as he worked the salve into her slightly sore bottom. She sucked in a breath when his finger went deep. “Are all husbands this intimate with their wives?”

  Eb grinned. “If they’re not, they should be.”

  Jeremiah grimaced. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He moved the lamp to his side of the bed before he left the room, stroking his cock on the way out the door.

  Apparently finished, Eb went to the bowl and washed his hands before coming back to crawl into bed with her.

  “Come here, honey.”

  Maggie’s eyes popped open, and she hadn’t even realized when they’d closed. She let out a soft moan when Eb pulled her against him, curling into his warmth.

  “Go to sleep, baby.”

  With an arm wrapped around her, he pulled her close and kissed her hair.

  Maggie laid her hand on his chest, incredibly touched when he laced her fingers with his.

  “Good night, Eb.” Not sure if he’d heard her whisper, she closed her eyes and cuddled into him.

  The hand on her back moved, caressing her. “Good night, baby.”

  Despite her exhaustion, Maggie’s eyes opened again at the groggy satisfaction in his voice and the fact that he called her “baby” once again. Smiling, she closed her eyes again, filled with hope for their future.

  Chapter Ten

  “Margaret Tyler! Where the hell are you? You’d better answer me, damn it.”

  The warm inner glow she’d experienced since waking up to Eb and Jeremiah on either side of her, with their deep “good mornings,” tender kisses, and intimate caresses, cooled in an icy breeze.

  Maggie straightened from where she’d been gathering supplies, shocked at the temper and slight trace of panic in Eb’s tone.

  “I’m in here!”

  Struggling to hold on to the items she’d gathered, she hurried outside, squinting against the drizzling rain. She stopped abruptly, her pulse tripping when she saw him striding toward her, his long legs eating up the muddy ground. A few ranch hands in the distance looked up in their direction.

  Phoenix stood out because of his braid, but because of their slickers and hats pulled low against the cold rain, she didn’t recognize the others.

  She turned back to watch Eb’s approach, wondering what sparked his temper this time.

  His hat, positioned low over his forehead, dripped water and kept her from seeing his face clearly, but what she could see didn’t bode well for her. Not even the slicker he wore could hide the powerful lines of his body, a body that only hours earlier had been naked in bed beside her, keeping her warm.

  “What the hell are you doing out here? Why did you leave the house without telling anyone?”

  Blinking against the rain, Maggie stepped back into the shed, not wanting to risk getting everything wet.

  “Eb, what are you talking about? I just came out here to—”

  He took the last few steps, ripping the things out of her hands, his impatience evident as he tossed them none too gently onto a nearby barrel. Without pausing, he whipped an arm out to catch her around the waist and yanked her against him.

  “You scared me.”

  Not understanding the flash of concern in his eyes, she opened her mouth to ask him about it, only to melt under the heat of his kiss, a kiss that still held the hard edge of anger. His rain-soaked slicker dampened the front of her shirt, making her nipples pebble.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she no longer felt the cold. The heat from his body penetrated her clothing, warming her from head to toe as one kiss melded into another. With her hands on his shoulders, she pressed herself against him, reveling in the feel of his hard body against hers.

  Warming her body was one thing, but what warmed her heart was the underlying tenderness in his kiss, apparent even through the desperation and need, so tangible she could taste them.
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br />   He swallowed her moan, brushing her lips with his as he lifted his head, his arms around her steadying her when she swayed. He cupped her jaw, his eyes hardening.

  “Don’t do it again.”

  Maggie blinked, his cold tone like a slap to the face.

  She pushed at his chest, grimacing when she realized how wet she’d gotten from his slicker.

  “What the hell’s wrong with you? I came out here to get some supplies, and you act like I did something wrong.”

  Eb held her away from him and cursed. “Look at you. You’re soaking wet. Where the hell’s your slicker? What the hell are you doing out here in the rain? Damn it, when I left the house, you were nice and warm in bed, and now look at you. I swear, I have half a mind to turn you over my knee.”

  Pushing out of his arms, Maggie glared at him, pointing to another barrel. “My slicker’s over there, you baboon! And you’re right about one thing. You do have half a mind. I took it off because I didn’t want to get the bolts of fabric wet when I was looking through them for material to make myself a new nightgown.”

  Eb’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t need any damned nightgowns.”

  Stomping her foot, Maggie put her hands on her hips. “Grr! You make me so damned mad.”

  “Stop swearing.”

  “You told me to come out here when I need something.”

  “What the hell did you need that was so damned important?”

  “—and I wanted to make some coffee at the house so I didn’t have to keep going to the chow shack to get some. I also thought it would be nice to have some ready when you and Jeremiah came in later.”

  Eb inclined his head. “That would be nice, but we could have gotten it for you.”

  “I also thought if I got some cloth, I could make a pretty nightgown. It’ll give me something to do on days like this.”

  “You have that big house to take care of. You’ve got plenty to do.”

  “I can’t do the laundry because it’s raining. I wanted to work in the vegetable garden, but I can’t now, and I don’t know who takes care of it anyway to ask if they’d like my help.”