Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

  Fighting her own arousal, and the memory of the way he’d licked his lips after using his mouth on her the night before, Savannah sighed as loudly as she could. It earned her a brief glance from Wyatt before he turned his attention back to her moving hands.

  Teasing both of them, she arched her back and let her fingers wander.

  “Eb and Jeremiah were still crazy about Maggie when she was heavy with the baby. I guess if a few bruises bother you, then you won’t be able to stand looking at me when I’m fat.”

  Wyatt’s eyes lowered to her belly, lingering there for several long moments, his expression of wonder tripping her pulse.

  “I can’t wait to see you that way. You could already be carrying our child.”

  The sound of the door opening startled her so badly, she yelped, reaching for the covers to hide her nakedness.

  Recognizing Hayes, she breathed a sigh of relief and pressed a hand over her racing heart.

  “You scared me.”

  Raising a brow, he said nothing as he shut the door behind him and glanced at Wyatt. He remained unmoving as though waiting to see what was going on, his eyes lingering on her uncovered breasts before gazing meaningfully at the covers she held in front of her mound.

  Uncomfortable now, she sat on her heels and lifted the covers to her shoulders.

  “Good morning, Hayes. Wyatt and I were just talking.”

  Leaning back against the door, Hayes crossed one booted foot over the other.

  “Don’t let me stop you. I just came to tell you that the preacher’ll be ready in an hour, but this looks more important. He’ll wait.”

  Wyatt took a step closer, drawing her attention to the bulge at the front of his pants, which appeared larger than it had been just moments earlier.

  “Savannah’s got bruises from me knocking her down. She thinks I think she’s ugly because of them.” Holding her gaze, he frowned. “At least, I think she does. I lost the thread of the conversation when she started talking about being with child while she was running her hands all over herself.”

  Hayes lifted a brow, his eyes twinkling. “Then this is definitely more important. Why would you think Wyatt thinks you’re ugly?”

  The dare in his eyes had her desire flaring, releasing more of her juices and making her nipples tingle. Coming back up to her knees, she covered her mound and ran the fingers of her other hand over her belly and up to the place between her breasts.

  “He wouldn’t kiss me. He didn’t even smile at me.”

  Hayes whipped his head around to Wyatt, while Wyatt’s gaze flew to hers.

  Wyatt took a step closer, his eyes narrowing.

  “Damn it, I was trying to tell you I love you. Why are you covering yourself?” He gestured toward the blanket she held in front of herself. “I want to see that pussy. I was going to tell you I love you and then kiss you, but you distracted me.”

  Hayes smiled.

  “I’m distracted, but I still want a kiss.” He straightened and came toward her, stopping abruptly when Wyatt stuck out an arm.

  “Back off. I got a kiss from a warm, naked woman waiting for me.”

  Wyatt pushed him back, something Savannah hadn’t thought possible.

  “Too bad. I’m not finished.”

  To her surprise, Hayes grinned and took a step back.

  Wyatt moved to the bed again and knelt at the edge, catching her when the bed shifted and knocked her off balance.

  “I love you, Savannah.” His eyes darkened with emotion as he held her close. “I probably won’t always remember to say it, but I’m going to give you so much lovin’, you’ll never doubt it. Real lovin’, not just sex. Sex is so much more now. Oh, hell, I sound like an idiot. I love you, dammit!”

  Savannah could never remember seeing anything so endearing. That this big, tough sheriff could stammer and blush with insecurity about expressing his love for her just melted her heart.

  Hayes smiled, winked at her, and backed away to sit in the chair by the door, the tenderness and yearning in his expression bringing a lump to her throat.

  Wondering if she’d ever get used to giving her attention to a man she loved while another man she loved watched, Savannah smiled and reached for Wyatt.

  Running her hands up and down his chest, she scooted closer, moaning as her body brushed against his, and lifted her face to his.

  “I’ll remind you to tell me you love me, and whenever you hurt me, I’ll make you kiss it to make it better, the way you did last night. Now, I want my morning kiss.”

  Tilting her head, she arched into the hand running down her spine, thrilling at the play of his fingers over the small of her back.

  “Or, are you going to be the kind of husband who doesn’t kiss me before he leaves for the day?”

  When he stilled, his expression unreadable, she stilled, wondering if she’d been too brazen.

  Swallowing heavily, she pulled back, only to have him yank her against him.

  “Wyatt!”

  Using the hand at the small of her back to hold her to him, he lifted the other to the back of her neck, tangling it in her hair to lift her face to his.

  “I like when you make demands. It does something to me.”

  Sucking in a sharp breath at the need that deepened his tone and made his eyes darken in that way that never failed to arouse her, Savannah slumped against him. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she rubbed against him, no longer surprised that the brush of his clothing against her nipples made her pussy clench with the need for him to take her.

  Craving the feel of his cock inside her, she rubbed her thighs together and brushed her lips along his chin. Smiling at the feel of his cock pushing against her belly, she rubbed against it, delighting at his groan.

  “What does it do to you?”

  “It makes him addle-minded. That’s what it does.”

  Savannah stilled, her bottom cheeks tightening in response to the threat in the hand Hayes slid over them. She tried to straighten, but Wyatt chuckled and kept her close, sliding a hand up to cup her breast.

  Holding her gaze, he ran a thumb back and forth over her nipple, holding her to him when she slumped.

  “I see your face, Hayes. Don’t try to tell me that her bold little demands don’t make you want to have her writhing under you until you’ve met all of them and more, until she’s so weak and sated that she can’t even think—let alone cause any trouble.”

  Savannah gasped. “Trouble? I—”

  Wyatt covered her mouth with his before she could finish, slipping his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers.

  Caught up in the spell of his kiss, Savannah tightened her arms around his neck, her head spinning.

  Both he and Hayes seemed determined to drive her out of her mind, the light brushes of their fingertips moving over her skin making her jump and shiver. They touched her everywhere, so light and fleeting that by the time she felt it, they’d moved on.

  She’d never released how sensitive the backs of her thighs were until Hayes gave her attention there. Moaning into Wyatt’s mouth, she found herself pushing her knees outward in an involuntary effort to get Hayes to give her slit the attention it needed.

  Instead, he chuckled softly and gave his attention to her inner thighs, making her clit swell with anticipation and her pussy and bottom clench with the need to be filled.

  In the meantime, Wyatt held her up with a hand pressing at her back, the fingers of his other hand dancing over her breast and belly, making her nipples tighten and burn and sending shards of sizzling heat from her breasts to her slit.

  The feel of Hayes’s lips over the backs of her shoulders added to the heat until her knees started shaking and her toes curled.

  When his fingertips worked their way higher, she let her head fall back, breaking off her kiss with Wyatt to get air.

  Gulping it in, she let out a cry when Hayes tapped her clit, groaning when he shifted his attention to the cheeks of her bottom.

  “No. Please. I need to
come.”

  Her eyes flew open when Wyatt nipped her bottom lip. “We know you do, but you’re not coming again until we’re married and back home. You didn’t really think you were going to get off so easy for running away from us and almost getting yourself killed, did you?”

  A sharp smack on her ass made her jolt as Hayes straightened. Before she could recover, he’d slapped her other cheek.

  “Get dressed. The preacher’s waiting for us.”

  * * * *

  Savannah was going to kill them in their sleep.

  Eb and Jeremiah would understand, and she wouldn’t have to go to jail because she would have killed the sheriffs.

  It sounded logical, even reasonable to her and completely justified.

  As she lay under the stars, with Hayes and Wyatt on either side of her, she planned the many ways she could do it, but found it hard to concentrate with her body screaming for release—a release the two of them had kept just out of her reach all day.

  Wrapped around her from behind, Hayes slid a hand under her shirt and over her belly, working his way higher.

  “Can’t sleep, Mrs. Hawkins?”

  Aware of the other men, those who’d come to town with Hayes and Wyatt sleeping only yards away, Savannah kept her tone at a cool whisper.

  “I hate you.”

  Infuriating her further, he teased the underside of her breast right under her nipple.

  “No, you don’t. You love me, and I want to hear you say it.”

  Forcing herself to remain still, she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to roll back into his touch. She knew that Wyatt, lying on his back on her other side with his hand moving on her thigh, was wide awake and listening to everything.

  “No. I hate you. You’re mean, and I don’t know why I ever married you. Are you sure I’m really married to both of you?”

  Wyatt squeezed her thigh.

  “You’re definitely married to both of us. Don’t doubt that for a minute. Hayes just happened to draw the high card, so you’re wearing his name, but you belong to me every bit as much as you belong to him.”

  It had been a strange wedding, much like the one her uncle had performed, under duress, with Maggie, Eb, and Jeremiah.

  Standing on either side of her, both men had promised to love, honor and cherish her.

  The preacher hadn’t looked at all surprised, not even when the men from the ranch had all gathered around them and stood as witnesses.

  Afterward, they’d all been in a jovial mood, until an older woman spit on the ground at Savannah’s feet as they walked past.

  After that, the men had stayed close and they’d all been anxious to leave as soon as possible. After a meal at the hotel, they’d started back for home, stopping halfway to rest the horses.

  Wyatt and Hayes had spent the entire day giving her meaningful looks, sharp reminders of the way they’d left her in turmoil that morning and keeping her arousal simmering throughout the day.

  Suspecting that they did so to take her mind off of the insult she’d received in town, she’d resisted at first, but as the afternoon went on, she realized that Maggie dealt with the same prejudice. More importantly, she understood that the life she’d chosen came with consequences like that.

  Having Wyatt and Hayes as her husbands was more than worth it.

  By the time they stopped for the night, she was ready to scream, and it had only gotten worse since then.

  Lying on top of their bedrolls and covered with blankets, Wyatt and Hayes never stopped touching her, their teasing caresses both arousing and angering her until she couldn’t even think anymore.

  Hayes seemed to enjoy her predicament, circling her nipple with a devious finger.

  “It’s a shame we’re not alone. I would love to have that bare bottom of yours over my lap and paddle it good for scaring us that way. Do you know we beat you to town and couldn’t find you? We looked everywhere and we were just about to split up to go looking for you when we caught you sneaking around the livery. Don’t you ever think of doing something like that again.”

  He covered her mouth with his at the same time he pinched her nipple, smothering her cry as the white-hot stream of heat shot straight to her clit.

  Taking her mouth with his in a kiss more demanding and possessive than any he’d ever given her, he rolled her nipple before releasing it and giving his attention to the other.

  Wyatt anticipated her need to rub her thighs together, forcing his leg between hers to keep them apart. He made short work of loosening her pants and slipping his hand aside, bending close to whisper in her ear.

  “I wonder if that’s the kind of cry I’ll hear when I take your ass tonight. You want to come, but neither one of us is going to let you.”

  Savannah sucked in a breath when Wyatt’s fingers slid over her abdomen and lower, parting her folds. Moaning into Hayes’s mouth, she bucked at the pinch to her other nipple, the heat from it making her clit burn as she started to come.

  Both men seemed to realize it at once, backing off and holding her as she writhed beneath them.

  Hayes lifted his mouth from hers, pushing her hair back from her face. Brushing her jaw with his lips, he and Wyatt worked together to push her pants to her knees.

  “You’re not coming until we take you together back home. Until then, though, we’re going to play with you. We’re going to make you so mindless with pleasure that you won’t care what we do to you. Hold on to Wyatt.”

  Savannah did so without thinking, willing to do anything in the hope that she would be able to come before they could stop her.

  Her breasts felt so swollen and heavy she couldn’t stand it, and when Wyatt lifted her shirt to expose them, she didn’t even balk. She wanted him to be able to touch them, and even under the blankets, the cool night air reached them and cooled her heated flesh.

  A low fire made it almost impossible to see anything, especially as far away as they were from the glowing embers, but she appreciated the blanket that covered her. It still felt so naughty to be naked from her neck to her knees, and although anyone looking this way wouldn’t see a thing, Wyatt and Hayes had total access to her body.

  Determined to beat them at their own game, Savannah let herself go. She knew the kind of pleasure they could give her, and if she could just hide how close she came to release, they would send her over without meaning to.

  Then she would get relief and they wouldn’t. Imagining the looks on their faces when she came before they could stop her, she smiled in the darkness and snuggled closer to Wyatt.

  “I love when you touch me. Your hands feel so good.”

  Rocking her hips, she tried to open her legs, but the pants tangled around her knees prevented it.

  The hand Wyatt used to stroke her back stilled briefly before moving again. “I’m glad because I plan to have them on you every chance I get.”

  His low, gritty tone washed over her in the darkness, the need in it sending shivers through her. His touch became more possessive, his fingers moving over her skin with increasing demand.

  Moving her hands on his chest, she was very aware of Hayes at her back, using his arm to pillow her head while the other hand traced circles on her belly.

  Lifting her face, she kissed Wyatt’s jaw. “Can I touch you?”

  She wanted to laugh when he stilled again, but the hands running over her kept her need so sharp that a moan came out instead.

  Wyatt covered her hands with his and pressed them against his chest. “You can touch me anytime you want, honey.”

  Hayes pressed his lips against her shoulder, running his fingers down her side to her hip.

  “And while you’re touching him, I’ll be touching you.”

  Savannah worked to pull Wyatt’s shirt up, wishing she could have done it with more finesse. Her fingers fumbled even more when Wyatt cupped her breast and ran his thumb back and forth over her nipple. Finally getting his shirt out of the way, she placed her hands over his chest, fascinated to find his nipples bead
ed like hers.

  His sharp intake of breath delighted her and made her bolder. Snuggling closer, she put her lips against his warm skin and found his nipple with her mouth. The hand in her hair fisted, pulling her away, while the fingers of the other tightened on her nipple.

  “Damn, that feels too good, Savannah.”

  Hayes removed his hand from her hip and fumbled with something behind her, cursing.

  “What did she do? Damn it, we’re so far away from the fire that I can’t see a thing.”

  Wyatt groaned, loosening his grip and allowing Savannah to do it again.

  “She put her mouth on me.”

  Hayes stilled. “Where?”

  Running her tongue over Wyatt’s nipple, Savannah wrapped a hand around his back to pull him closer, her breath catching when Wyatt rolled to his back, his fingers tugging at her nipple.

  Wyatt groaned when she switched her attention to the nipple closest to her and ran her hand over his belly.

  “She’s kissing and touching my chest. Christ, don’t get me thinking about that. Wait until you’re on the receiving end of this.”

  Hayes leaned over her, using a firm hand from behind to part her thighs and slip his cock between them.

  “Don’t tell me you never think about having her take your cock in her mouth. I wouldn’t believe you.”

  Savannah stilled at the feel of Hayes working his cock between her thighs, his efforts made easier because of the slickness there. To her surprise, he didn’t slip his cock into her pussy, but kept it there.

  Her head spun at his words and at the slow motion of his cock sliding through her folds, the friction of the hard heat against her pussy opening sending her arousal soaring.

  Wyatt’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, his stomach muscles taut beneath her hand.

  “I don’t want to think about it. She’s our wife, for Christ’s sake!”

  Curious and intrigued by the tension in his furious whisper, Savannah lifted her head, holding on to Wyatt and arching her lower back in an effort to take Hayes’s cock inside her, or at least to get the friction against her clit.