by Leah Brooke
She clenched on him again, fascinated that each time she did, his cock jumped inside her and his eyes flashed with need.
She’d never been wanted like this before. No one had ever paid attention to her this way before, as though every word she spoke, every move she made was important.
She could no longer avoid it. When she left here, it would be with a broken heart.
Suddenly, the need to store up as many memories as she could was of the utmost importance.
Staring into his eyes, she tightened on him again.
“Take me.”
His eyes narrowed, gleaming with something dark and mysterious, but so hot she found it difficult to breathe. Adjusting his hold, he wrapped an arm around her lower back and reached up behind him to release the rope.
“You’re delicate, and your refusal to see it is going to give me many sleepless nights. Put your arms around my neck and keep them there.”
Doing his bidding, Savannah lifted her still-tied wrists over his head, leaning back against Wyatt.
Brushing his lips over her shoulder, Wyatt slid his hands around her to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“My cock’s about to burst through my pants. I want her ass, Hayes.”
Hayes dug his fingers into her buttocks, squeezing the fingers close to her vulnerable opening, exposing it even more. With his hooded gaze holding hers, he withdrew almost completely and then surged deep again, his eyes flashing when she whimpered.
“No, not tonight. I want to get her used to feeling us in both openings at the same time first. Stretch her just a little. Make sure you use a lot of salve. I don’t want to hurt her.”
If Savannah had ever heard a scarier, or more erotic thing in her life, she didn’t remember it.
With a groan, Hayes withdrew and thrust deep again, the muscles in his shoulders bunching and shifting, his hold firm as she jolted.
Her legs and arms stiffened at the feel of Wyatt’s finger touching her puckered opening, her toes curling inside her boots. Her strangled cry echoed through the trees, and she pushed against Hayes’s arms in an involuntary effort to lower her legs.
The instinctive need to protect herself had her struggling in his hold, whimpering at the strange sensation of a generous amount of salve being spread around and slightly into her bottom.
“No.” Adjusting his hold, Hayes slid his hands to her thighs, keeping her legs raised.
“Wyatt told me how much you liked your spanking and having that tight bottom played with. Tonight, we’re going to take it a little further. He’s going to use his finger to open that bottom hole a little and fuck it with his fingers while I’m fucking your pussy with my cock.”
Savannah froze, shaken by the way Hayes spoke to her and the edge in his voice, but also at their wicked intention.
He’d never used that kind of language before, and he’d never had that barely contained growl in his throat when he spoke to her. His hands became rougher, his movements less smooth as he withdrew and slid deep again.
Wyatt groaned from behind her. “Damn, I want to do everything with her. I never thought much of spanking a woman, but there’s something to be said for having a round naked ass over your lap. She squirmed and spread her legs wider and was soaking wet. You got her?”
Savannah jolted in surprise and panic when Wyatt’s finger pressed against her puckered opening and forced its way inside. Letting out a cry, she squeezed tight in an attempt to keep him out, even while part of her wanted him so desperately to do it.
Wyatt wouldn’t be denied, holding her with an arm around her waist and pushing his finger deep.
Since Hayes no longer had to hold her up, he ran his hands over her upper thighs, delivering several sharp slaps before sliding his palms over her sides and up to her breasts. His hands moved constantly, slapping her thighs just enough to keep them hot, before returning his attention to her nipples again.
Sometimes he pinched the sensitive tips and sometimes he merely circled them with a callused finger, his lips curving when she fought to get him to touch her.
The entire time, though, his cock slid slowly, steadily in and out of her pussy, each thrust sliding his cock over her inner walls and making them quiver.
“Yeah, Savannah. You like to play, all right. Makes a man want to see how far he can push you.”
Unable to help herself, she clenched on Hayes with each stroke, which also served to grip Wyatt’s finger as it pressed relentlessly into her ass.
Chills raced up and down her spine at the decadence of having her bottom breached, the feel of it much stronger than what he’d done to her the other day.
It made the cock inside her feel even larger, a sensation that intensified each time she clenched.
Her clit throbbed with the need for attention, and the infrequent brushes against Hayes’s abdomen didn’t give her the relief she craved.
She trembled everywhere, her whimpered pants growing louder and more desperate as the pressure inside her continued to build.
Hayes chose that moment to circle her nipple with his finger, not touching her where she needed it most. Even though she knew it amused him, she couldn’t prevent her instinctive move to get closer, gasping when it shifted the angle of the finger Wyatt used to press against the inner walls of her ass.
“It feels so wicked.”
Wyatt lifted her arms from around Hayes’s neck and brought them over his, settling her arms around his neck and leaving her breasts totally exposed and vulnerable again.
“Let’s see how wicked we can be.”
Hayes groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to thrust faster.
“Hell, woman. For someone as innocent and cantankerous as you are, you sure as hell have a body made for sin.”
Savannah shook from her head to her toes, the too-full sensation of having both her pussy and bottom filled sending her into a frenzy. When Hayes withdrew, Wyatt pushed his finger deep, only to withdraw again as Hayes thrust back into her.
Her breasts, now totally exposed, drew their almost continuous attention. She shivered each time their fingers moved over them and down to her belly, only to retrace their path and slide up to her neck and shoulders. Her stomach muscles quivered beneath their touch, only to tighten when Wyatt moved the finger in her bottom, or when a light pinch to her nipple sent more of that incredible heat to her clit and made her clench on both of them.
It felt incredible.
Crying out, she arched her back, rocking her hips to move against them. Her movements took them deeper and spurred them both to greater heights.
Each groan Hayes emitted got deeper, his hands moving with increasing purpose over her skin.
The arm Wyatt wrapped around her slid higher and he began to tug at her nipples.
“You’re so damned beautiful. And ours.”
The tingling heat raced over her skin, gathering at her clit until, between one breath and the next, the pleasure inside her exploded.
Clamping down on both of them, she stiffened as the wave inside her crested. Pushing back against Wyatt, she lifted her breasts into his hand.
She didn’t recognize the strangled whimper as hers until it stopped and she realized she couldn’t catch her breath.
She couldn’t imagine a better feeling than this, as though every single inch of her body burst with pleasure at exactly the same moment.
Hayes groaned, his gaze lingering on her breasts, the possessiveness in it making her feel cherished and incredibly feminine.
Beautiful.
“Pinch her nipple harder.”
Savannah couldn’t tear her gaze away from his as Wyatt moved the finger in her bottom, his fingers punishing as they closed on her nipple. Sucking in a breath at the unexpected pain, she tried to pull away, but he’d already released it.
Stunned by the jolt of heat to her already overloaded system, she clamped down on both of them, crying out again as the pleasure she’d thought had crested r
olled over her again.
With a harsh groan, Hayes plunged deep, his fingers digging into her hips as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, his release sending hers even higher.
The delicious sensation seemed to last forever.
“I don’t want it to end! It’s so wonderful.”
Wyatt gathered her close, his voice barely recognizable.
“You’ll have it again, as much as you want. We all will. We can’t lose this, Savannah.”
As the indescribable pleasure finally released her from its grip, she gazed at Hayes, fascinated that the hard, cold lawman deep inside her and holding her so fiercely could find such pleasure with her.
Wyatt nuzzled her neck from behind, his groan drowning out her whimper as he withdrew from her bottom, teasing her sensitive opening.
With the last shimmers of delight still warming her, Savannah tightened her legs around Hayes and rocked against him, a giggle escaping at the wary surprise in his eyes.
She couldn’t tell which one of them was more surprised by her giggle. It had been so long since she’d really laughed that it felt strange to her. Snapping her mouth closed, and filled with unease, she lifted her eyes to his, taken aback by the teasing glint in his narrowed ones.
“You want to play, honey?” Sliding his hand over her hip, he reached with a work-roughened thumb to caress her clit, his lips twitching when she gasped at the jolt to her too-sensitive flesh.
The light of anticipation in his eyes and the edginess in his tone gave her a thrill, his expression making it plain that he would welcome such play.
“Like that, do you?”
Savannah couldn’t hold back a smile, delighted that she could bring out this side of him, a side she would bet few knew about.
She never would have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. The yearning for more made it impossible to resist teasing Hayes again.
“No.”
Both brows went up, his eyes gleaming with challenge.
“I thought you didn’t lie. I may have to spank you for that.” His lips twitched, making the threat more erotic than menacing.
The memory of Wyatt’s spanking made her already sensitized and slick bottom tingle with anticipation. Rocking her hips as desire flared and warmed her again, she moaned at the tug to her nipple from Wyatt’s strong fingers, snuggling against him.
“You’d better not. Look what happened last time.”
Using his thumb to stroke very lightly over her clit, Hayes smiled, a cool smile filled with erotic intent.
“Are you threatening me?”
Smiling at his incredulous tone, Savannah rocked her hips, delighted with the way his hands clenched on her body and the flash of heat in his eyes.
She actually felt dizzy with excitement and a happiness that warmed her from deep inside. Never in her life did she expect to be able to tease a man, especially one like Hayes.
She’d never imagined that playing with a man she loved could be so fun—and exciting. Looking up at him through her lashes, she adopted the innocent expression she’d worn for most of her life—an expression Eb, Jeremiah, and Maggie would have recognized right away.
“You’re the sheriff and a lot bigger and stronger than I am. I would never threaten you.”
With narrowed eyes, Hayes withdrew from her and set her on her feet, his eyes never leaving hers as he righted his clothing.
“Is that a fact?”
With a soft laugh, Wyatt lifted her still-tied wrists from around his neck.
“That sounded a lot like sarcasm to me.”
Now that Wyatt had released her, she had to reach out, placing her hands on Hayes’s chest for support, while out of the corner of her eye, she watched Wyatt move to the pond and bend to wash his hands.
Looking up at Hayes, she thrilled at the feel of the hard muscle bunching and the rumble of his chest beneath her palms. Clenching her fingertips into the firm muscle, she leaned closer, her breath catching at the feel of his shirt against her nipples. Looking up at him through her lashes, Savannah shifted restlessly under his scrutiny, wondering what devious thoughts lay behind those gorgeous eyes of his.
They taught her things about herself that she didn’t feel comfortable with, things that made her wonder if she knew herself at all. Her uncle had told her that she was her mother’s daughter from the time she could remember.
Wondering once again if the need for intimacy with more than one man ran through her veins made her suddenly cold.
“Will you untie me now? I want to get dressed.”
Hayes’s eyes sharpened as he moved around to stand behind her, his fingertips over her belly making her stomach muscles twitch.
“No.”
Wyatt approached, moving to stand in the place Hayes just vacated. Glittering darkly, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. He unfastened his pants and yanked them down to his thighs, drawing her gaze downward. Fisting his cock in one hand, he used the other to lift her wrists over his neck.
“There’s no shame in liking what we do to you. You’re ours, Savannah. It’s all right for us to enjoy each other.”
Releasing his cock, he lifted his hands to cover her breasts, the shock of cold drawing a gasp from her.
“Wyatt, your hands are freezing from the pond!” No matter how she twisted, she couldn’t get away from the fingers he used to roll her nipples.
Wyatt’s slow grin was her only warning before he lowered one of his hands and sank a cold finger into her pussy.
“Are they? I guess I’d better warm them.”
With a cry, Savannah came to her toes, falling against him.
“Wyatt!”
From behind her, Hayes ran his hands up and down her sides.
“In case you’re wondering, you’re not anything like your mother. Yeah, we know all about her. You’re a warm, passionate woman, one who needs more than just sex. You need men who love you—men who will give you all the affection you need. God knows you’ve had very little in your life. And, you’re not getting dressed yet. We still haven’t settled that we’re getting married on Saturday.”
“S–Saturday?” Shivering under his hands, she rolled her hips, fucking herself on Wyatt’s cold finger, something that apparently fascinated him.
Tightening his hands on her waist, Hayes touched his lips to her shoulder.
“Yes, Saturday. You committed to it in front of others, but then as soon as we’re alone, you tell us you don’t want to get married. I’m not letting you play games with us, Savannah.”
He ran his hands over her hips and to her bottom.
“Not that kind of game, anyway.”
Savannah’s skin tingled everywhere he touched, her body becoming languid and slumping even more against Wyatt. Even weak with need, she couldn’t stop clenching on the now warm finger inside her pussy.
“I told you I can’t stay, but you won’t listen. I told you…ah…that I don’t want to belong to anyone.”
Wyatt withdrew his finger from her pussy with a speed that left her inner walls clenching. He lifted her against him, and with one smooth stroke, he impaled her on his cock, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.
“Too late. You already belong to us and you know it. As much as you want to fight it, it’s there and there’s no getting away from it—or us.”
Fisting a hand in her hair, Wyatt tilted her head back, his eyes dark with anger and need.
“You’re ours, Savannah. I’d kill any man who touched you. We belong together and you know it, and we can live here the way we want. We’d be happy here.” His cock jumped inside her as he moved his hips, not stopping until he drew a moan from her.
Surprised by the desire that raged through her so soon on the heels of being taken by Hayes, Savannah clamped down on the cock filling her, trying to ignore the awareness that he’d already created in her bottom.
“No. If I stay, your town would be ruined.”
Wyatt stilled, glancing over her shoulder to where
Hayes stood.
“Why?”
It embarrassed her to tell him, and she didn’t like talking about the life she’d left behind, but knew they wouldn’t give up until they knew.
“My uncle. He sent me a telegram while I was in Tulsa. He knew where I would be going and told me if I didn’t come home within a month, he would come and drag me back.”
Hayes slid his hands up to cup her breasts, toying with her nipples. “No one’s dragging you anywhere.”
Struck by the ice in his lethal tone, Savannah turned to look over her shoulder at him, shivering at the look of deadly intent on his face.
His eyes darkened dangerously, his scar on his cheek moving as a muscle worked in his jaw. “If he tries to take you, he’ll pay. He’ll have to come through me to get to you, Savannah, and that won’t happen. I thought you understood that.”
Shaking her head, Savannah gasped again as her movement shifted Wyatt’s cock inside her. “He’s more evil than you know. I don’t want to talk about this now.”
Whimpering at the slight tug of her sensitized nipples, she moved on Wyatt, shocked that she took him so deep. With a cry, she sank her fingers into his hair, knocking his hat to the ground.
“Please.”
Hayes ran a slow hand over her bottom, somehow making an affectionate gesture seem threatening. Running his teeth over her shoulder, he slid the other hand up her body, the backs of his fingers lightly stroking the delicate underside of her breast.
“Please what, Savannah? Please give you the pleasure you’re already learning to expect? Please fuck you? Please paddle this soft ass for playing games with us and for knocking us out with that stuff you put in our food?”
Savannah wanted it all, and only years of keeping her needs to herself kept her from blurting that out. She shouldn’t want like this. She shouldn’t need this way. Every inch of her body tingled with awareness and heat, heightening her senses, her already sensitive body aroused to a razor-sharp edge.
Her pussy felt stretched and hot around Wyatt’s cock. Her clit demanded attention, but the pleasure gained by rubbing the too-sensitive flesh against Wyatt proved to be too sharp to bear.
