by Leah Brooke
Withdrawing slightly, Wyatt stared down at her, his eyes so dark and full of emotion it left her breathless.
“Only the tip of my finger. I know enough about a woman’s body to know how much you like this. Those breathless whimpers make me crazy to have you. You cry out your pleasure at even the slightest caress of your clit. Those sweet little cries make my cock so hard it hurts. Your juices are wetting my hand because this soft pussy wants to be taken. Imagine how it’ll feel when Hayes and I take you together.”
His deep, rumbling voice vibrated from his wide chest, as strong and full of purpose as the man himself. His hooded gaze held hers, sharpening as he stroked her clit again, once again keeping his touch too light to send her over, but making sure she remained on the razor-sharp edge.
Fighting for the release that Wyatt kept just out of reach, Savannah gripped the front of his coat as he drew out one whimpering moan after another from her. Her bottom grasped at his finger as though trying to draw it in deeper, something that shocked her to her core.
She wanted it, though. She wanted him to push deeper and take anything he wanted from her and ease the tremendous need that he’d created.
When he touched her this way, she became a different woman—one of need and fire—a woman she hardly recognized.
“You c–can’t take me at th–the same t–time.”
His eyes flashed with something dark and sinful, something that pulled at her and encouraged her to follow him down the decadent path he’d forged, the promise of wicked pleasure too irresistible to ignore.
“Yes, we can, and if your reaction to what I’ve done to you is anything to go by, you’re going to love it.”
Keeping his horse at a very slow walk, he led them into a section of trees and stopped, the movements of the horse working her bottom on his finger.
It went deeper than before, pressing relentlessly into her and making her bottom hole sting.
“Wyatt, please! It stings. It’s too deep. Oh, God!”
She couldn’t bear another minute of this incredible need, shaking so hard that her teeth chattered. She wanted so badly to fight him, but couldn’t. Even the shock of being penetrated so intimately and the fear of the burning sting couldn’t keep her desire from growing.
Wyatt laughed softly, a deep, intimate sound, full of wickedness.
“I’ll make a deal with you, honey. If you don’t come hard with your tight little ass gripping my finger, I won’t touch you there again. But if you come, we’re going to explore you some more and prepare you to take us together.”
He withdrew his finger just enough to tease her opening, before slowly working it inside her again.
“You’re so tight, and so amazingly hungry for love.” He brushed her lips with his as he increased the strokes to her clit.
“It’s not surprising, though. I’m sure you haven’t had very much tenderness or affection in your life. Come for me. You know you can’t hold off much longer. You were made for lovin’, darlin’.”
His command over her body frightened her, filling her with a vulnerability she couldn’t afford. She’d vowed never to let a man control her again, and yet here she was, allowing Wyatt to control her with her own body.
“I won’t.”
Wyatt placed his thumb over her clit and began to stroke, firm, intent strokes guaranteed to drive her wild.
“You will. There’s nothing more arousing to a man than a woman who can’t resist his touch. You’ll learn to come whenever and however I touch you.”
“I won’t!”
Panicked at the possibility that he spoke the truth, Savannah bit her lip in an effort to hold back the orgasm she could feel approaching, but she didn’t have a chance. She bucked as the tingling in her clit exploded, the pleasure so intense it made her dizzy. Her body bowed, the waves of pleasure making her cry out again and again.
Her bottom closed on his finger, squeezing it tight, making the sensation of being filled there even stronger. Her cries echoed as she stiffened and arched into the hand between her thighs. The action lifted her breasts high, offering him everything she had to offer.
She could do nothing else.
As the sublime pleasure crested, she let go, knowing at that moment that he could have done anything to her that he wanted to and she would have been a more than willing participant.
He held her firmly, his hold keeping her safe as he steadied her, letting her experience all the pleasure his touch gave her without worry.
He was a warm, solid wall—a rock—in a world that spun out of control.
As the last shimmers of pleasure faded away, Savannah bit her lip, shivering as Wyatt’s finger slipped from her bottom. Her face burned with shame that she’d allowed him to see, such a naughty side of her, one she hadn’t even known existed.
With more gentleness than she would have believed, he lifted her against him, giving her another of those mind-numbing kisses that left her hot and trembling.
He poured passion into it, but also caring, letting her feel his need for her while bringing her safely back to earth again.
Brushing her lips with his, he crooned to her, his intimate tone deep and soft.
“You are so incredibly beautiful. I love the way you fall apart in my arms. I wake up in the middle of the night reaching for you, and wishing that you were already my wife.”
Kissing his way up her jaw to her ear, he held her close.
“Now that I know the passion in you, I won’t sleep at all. I need you, Savannah. I love you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much. Don’t be afraid of the pleasure. Don’t be afraid of us.”
* * * *
By the time he lifted his head, tears filled her eyes.
Tears of surrender.
Tears of vulnerability.
Tears of failure.
Tears of love that she couldn’t allow herself to show.
Wyatt pulled her pants back up before helping her to a sitting position, his eyes tender as he reached for the buttons of her shirt.
“Come on, honey. Let me get you dressed. You’re cold.”
Furious and mortified that she’d responded so completely while he hadn’t even broken a sweat, Savannah pushed his hands away and reached for the buttons herself, her face burning as she watched him slip his glove back on.
“It’s a pity you didn’t think about that before you had your way with me.”
Wyatt stiffened, gripping her chin and turning her back to face him.
“If I had my way with you, Savannah, you would know it. Seeing and hearing you come excites me more than anything else in the world, and in case you hadn’t noticed, my cock’s hard as a fucking rock, but I’m not taking you. Not sinking my cock into that slick pussy is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, so I wouldn’t push it right now if I were you.”
Insulted and angry that, despite Wyatt’s claim to be aroused, he seemed to be in perfect control of himself, Savannah yanked her chin from his grip and finished fastening her shirt.
Drawing on years of experience, she carefully schooled her features and turned her head to glance up at him, pulling her coat closed against the chill that settled over her.
“I would tell Eb what you did to me, but it would only upset Maggie. I can’t wait to leave here.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her back against him and started back the way they’d come.
“Eb would hold a shotgun to my head and demand that Hayes and I married you right away. It sounds like a good idea, honey. It’ll save Hayes and me a lot of time and aggravation.”
“Aggravation?” Swallowing her fury, Savannah stared straight ahead. “That’s what I am to you? Aggravation?”
Wyatt’s voice went cold again, his words clipped.
“Yep. You know you’re going to marry us, but you want to be coy about it. You like sex but pretend not to. If you didn’t have feelings for us, you wouldn’t have given yourself to us, but you deny it. Aggravating.”
“You’re the one who’s aggravating. Won’t take no for an answer and think you can control me by doing things like…that.”
His cold laugh filled her with foreboding.
“Darlin’, I can control you with that, but I have no desire to. I want a wife, Savannah. You know that.”
“Well, you’ll never have the chance to do anything that sinful to me again.”
“Oh, you’re going to have that done to you again. Many times. I told you that if you came while I had my finger inside that bottom, I would do it again. Next time, though, it’ll be my cock filling you.”
Chapter Five
Pleased with himself and with life in general, Wyatt set down his fork and swallowed the last bite of his apple pie.
“That was delicious, Savannah. Are you sure you don’t want a piece of this pie? It’s the best I’ve ever eaten.”
Full of pride in the woman he would soon marry, and nearly bursting with happiness, Wyatt sat back, unable to keep his eyes off of her.
Only her flushed cheeks told him she’d noticed.
Even though she’d approached him as soon as they got back this evening to invite them to a private supper with her that she’d cooked herself, she’d managed to avoid almost all eye contact with both of them.
Until she got over her nervousness, he and Hayes would need to be patient.
He took her invitation as a good sign, though. After this afternoon, he’d have bet good money that she would have tried to avoid them. It appeared she’d been more taken in by their play that afternoon than he’d imagined.
He smiled in her direction, convinced that her desire to be alone with them meant that she’d decided that the three of them belonged together. He worried that she hadn’t eaten much of the fried chicken she’d prepared. Nerves probably kept her from eating, and he wanted to get her to relax so they could talk.
“You’re a very good cook. Hayes and I will be the envy of every man here.”
His chest swelled at her obvious attempt to show them what a good wife she would make.
He could have told her that he didn’t care if she couldn’t cook at all, although after the meal he’d just eaten, he probably would have married her for her cooking alone. Sitting back, he rubbed his full stomach, having eaten one of the best meals he could remember.
Hayes frowned and sipped his coffee, staring thoughtfully at Savannah, as he’d done for the last several minutes.
“You’ve hardly touched your dinner. I know you’re nervous about marrying us, but there’s no reason to be.”
Savannah blushed and glanced up, meeting their eyes for the first time in almost a half hour.
“Actually, I invited you here to talk, but neither one of you will believe that I’m not marrying you and I’m not staying.”
Hayes leaned forward, the tension in him apparent.
“Actions speak louder than words, Savannah. You still haven’t given us any good reasons.”
“It’s none of your concern.”
Taking one of Savannah’s hands in his, Hayes pulled her closer.
“You’re very quiet tonight. I know what Wyatt did to you earlier today.”
Wyatt hid a smile as the blush that colored Savannah’s cheeks darkened, his cock jumping at the surge of desire.
At her look of surprise, he lifted a brow and regarded her steadily, wanting for her to understand the way things would be between them right from the start.
“When it comes to you, Hayes and I have no secrets. We’ll both be your husbands, Savannah. You’ll have two men to care for and protect you.”
Savannah’s serene smile sent a cold chill down his spine.
“Lucky me.”
Ever since she’d invited both him and Hayes to eat at the house, she’d been very subdued and even downright polite. He’d suspected nerves and shyness had made her quieter than normal, but now he wondered if it might be something else—especially since she couldn’t quite hide the defiant gleam in her beautiful eyes.
He watched her carefully now as she gathered dishes and left the dining room. Still watching the doorway, he leaned toward Hayes, keeping his voice low.
“Something’s wrong. I don’t like it. I’m probably too suspicious, but I get the feeling she’s up to something.”
Hayes sipped his coffee, staring in the direction Savannah had gone.
“After we’re married, she’ll settle down. She’s trying to show us what a meek wife she can be. She’ll soon learn that the last thing we want is for her to change. We’ll give her some time to adjust. She’s just a little skittish.”
Maybe because he felt the same way and had been listening for it, Wyatt heard the uncertainty in his friend’s tone.
Hayes shifted in his seat and took another sip of his coffee, smothering a yawn.
“Damn, I’d hoped to have a chance to do a little snuggling with her tonight, but if she’s this skittish, I don’t want to scare her. We’ll just have to keep her calm until Saturday. Once we’re married, everything’ll work itself out.”
Hayes frowned and turned to Wyatt.
“I haven’t been able to stop imagining how she looked draped over your lap. She liked it, huh?”
Wyatt smothered his own yawn, surprised at the fatigue that came from nowhere.
“Hell, I’m so full, I’m falling asleep. We’re not going to be able to eat like this every day. Desire doesn’t need fat sheriffs.”
Hayes smiled slightly, lifting a brow. “We’ll make sure Savannah helps us work it off.”
Wyatt and Hayes both came to their feet as Savannah came back into the room. Smothering another yawn, Wyatt grimaced as his cock came to attention. It didn’t seem to matter if he was tired or not, his cock appeared to be ready for Savannah at any given moment.
“Thank you for the dinner, honey. We’ll be by in the morning to take you to breakfast.”
“I’m looking forward to tomorrow morning.”
The look on Savannah’s face might have fooled someone who didn’t know how to spot a lie, but it didn’t fool him for a minute.
Hayes stiffened beside him.
“You don’t look too disappointed to see us go.”
Something flashed in Savannah’s eyes, something that looked a lot like amusement, before she quickly masked it. Shrugging, she turned away to stare out the window.
“It’s not as though we won’t see each other again soon. You’re living in the bunkhouse, aren’t you?”
Hayes glanced at Wyatt, frowning. Turning his attention back to Savannah, his eyes sharpened.
“For now. Until our house is ready. Wyatt said he showed you where it would be this afternoon. We start building tomorrow. With everyone chipping in, it should only take about a week.”
Wyatt knew the two of them would be spending every minute they could there in order to see that the house was ready by next Saturday. They’d already ordered a bed and would pick it up when they went to town, and they’d let Savannah pick out the rest of it later.
The bed, though, they would need right away.
He couldn’t wait to get Savannah naked and under him again. The next time he took her, it would be as his wife.
She would belong to him in every way.
On their wedding night, and every night afterward, he would have her completely naked, a bounty for him to explore.
The throbbing of his cock got even worse as he imagined her legs held high in the air and his face buried between them. He blinked, finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. Damn, he was more tired than he’d thought. He didn’t want to make any mistakes with Savannah when they were so close to making her theirs. Unable to shake off the fatigue, he figured it would be better to leave now than to accidentally say or do something that would scare her away.
Moving closer to her, he stroked a finger down her soft cheek.
“I don’t know what’s bothering you, Savannah, but we’ll talk about it in the morning.”
Even through his fatigue, he couldn’t miss the look of relief in her eyes.
To add insult to injury, she moved away, patting his arm and moving to the back door, opening it wide.
“That’s fine. I have some sewing to do that Maggie hasn’t been able to finish.”
Apparently Hayes didn’t like to be dismissed any more than Wyatt did.
With a bit-out curse, he tugged her away from the door and pulled her close, bending his head to take her mouth in a punishing kiss.
Leaning against the door to block the view of anyone who might be passing, Wyatt watched in fascination as Savannah struggled to get closer to Hayes, his cock getting harder by the minute.
He’d never considered himself the kind of man who would get excited while watching another man make love to the woman he considered his, but damned if his cock wasn’t about to burst through his pants as he watched Hayes and Savannah now.
Knowing Hayes would be every bit as much her husband made a huge difference.
It became obvious from the start that both he and Hayes wanted her, and the relationship between the three of them had begun to take shape before he’d even realized it.
Fascinated by her hesitation before reaching for Hayes, something he knew his friend couldn’t have seen, he fought the urge to close the distance between them.
Intrigued, he watched Hayes and Savannah together, noticing things he might have missed if he’d been the one kissing her.
From his vantage point, he could see her move restlessly, rubbing her thighs together. He’d bet his horse that her clit felt swollen and desperately wanted attention and that her thighs were damp with her juices.
His mouth watered with the need to taste her. He wanted to bury his face between those creamy thighs and feast on her until she came over and over against his tongue.
He smiled, thinking about the look on her face when Hayes used his mouth on her and wondered it if would affect Hayes as much as it did him.
He winced, inwardly cursing as his cock stirred again, and he smothered another yawn. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him tonight, but suddenly he could hardly stay awake.
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