Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

  Phoenix groaned and slid his fingers through her slit, and with a scrape of his teeth over her shoulder, slipped a finger into her pussy. “I like it. Yes.” He moved his finger in slow strokes while sliding his thumb back and forth over her clit. “She wants to give as good as she gets. It’s a good thing there are three of us, so we can distract her.”

  He stroked her clit, his hands firming when she started to writhe against him. “Look at Blade’s face, Sarah. He’s fighting not to come. Why don’t you take his cock into your mouth and see what happens to him?”

  Blade growled and reached for her, gripping her shoulders and pulling her toward his cock. “You’re definitely killing me.” He spoke through gritted teeth, each word sounding as if it had been dragged from him. “I don’t want her to do anything that reminds her of him.”

  Sarah smiled, her blood bubbling with anticipation. “I want to.”

  Blade held firm when she tried to lean forward. “No. Maybe one day, but not now.”

  Glancing at Hawke for guidance, she bit back a moan when Phoenix started moving his fingers again.

  Hawke inclined his head slightly, the look of hunger in his eyes sending another surge of heat through her. Closing his fingers on her nipple, he slid his hand under the water and began to stroke his cock.

  Guided by instinct and hunger, she pushed Blade’s hands aside, knowing that she could only because he allowed it. “Please, Blade. I want to. I need to feel the beauty of it, not the ugliness.”

  Running his hands through her hair, Blade groaned again. “Just a little. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be in that sweet pussy. You’re not sore anymore, and I want to take my wife.”

  Her pussy clenched on Phoenix’s finger. “Yes!”

  Bending her head, she touched her tongue to the head of Blade’s cock, thrilling at his deep groan. Delighted with the clean, masculine taste of him, she did it again.

  The finger at her clit moved faster, her arousal wiping away the last lingering traces of embarrassment.

  Her body trembled with the need for release, a release she knew they could give her.

  Hungry for them, she moved against the cock at her back, inwardly smiling at Phoenix’s sharp intake of breath.

  Using the fingers of one hand to keep her folds parted, he used the fingers of his other to slide slowly over her clit. “Trying to tease me, are you, darlin’?”

  Rocking her hips to get him to move faster, she lifted from Blade’s cock. “I don’t know how to tease.”

  The sight of Hawke’s hand moving over his cock had her reaching for him as she bent her head and took Blade’s cock deeper into her mouth.

  “Suck on him, Sarah.” Phoenix’s voice sounded as if he’d swallowed glass, and she couldn’t help but notice that his cock hardened even more against her lower back.

  Smiling around Blade’s cock at their low sounds of hunger, she fought her own desire to concentrate on their pleasure.

  Within seconds, though, she found her efforts thwarted.

  Blade lifted her from his cock with another one of those low groans that made her stomach muscles quiver, pulled her out of the water with apparent ease, and settled her on his lap. “You’re too damned good at that.”

  Hawke turned away, taking his cock into his hand again. “She’s good with her hand, too.”

  Blade lifted her several inches and lowered her onto his cock, impaling her on its thick length, crooning to her when she cried out. His hands closed on her waist. “Hawke, salve her ass again. I know some of it must have worn off under the water, and I want to see how our little wife reacts to having something in her pussy and ass at the same time.”

  Lifting his hands to her breasts, he tugged at her nipples, his eyes flaring at her cry. “She’ll be ready soon for two of us to take her at once.”

  Gripping Blade’s shoulders, Sarah tried to rock her hips. “Oh, God. I can’t even imagine it. Is that really possible?”

  Blade tightened his hold. “Yes, when you’re ready.” Pushing her hair back again, he smiled. “You liked sucking my cock, didn’t you, love?”

  Smiling, she pressed her breasts against his chest, sucking in a breath at the heat on her nipples. “Yes.” Lifting her face to his, she followed her instincts again and kissed his jaw, gasping when his cock jumped inside her. “You, Hawke, and Phoenix make me feel wanted, but you also make me feel as if you care about me.” She felt so full, each stroke of his cock forcing her inner walls to stretch to accommodate him.

  Hawke kissed her shoulder from behind. “That’s because we do.”

  Blade smiled and bent to brush her lips with his. “I’d cut my own hands off before I’d hurt you. You’re becoming more important to me by the minute.”

  She felt so full, each stroke of his cock forcing her inner walls to stretch to accommodate him. Every bump and ridge that she’d felt on her tongue now provided a delicious friction inside her, one that had her body tightening.

  Phoenix moved in beside her, watching her intently as he ran soothing hands over her back and leg. “That’s a girl. Damn if you aren’t beautiful.”

  Stiffening at the feel of Hawke’s finger pressing into her bottom, Sarah cried out and bucked, but Blade controlled her movements, holding her by the waist as he kept thrusting into her. “Oh, God. It’s happening again.”

  The tingling sensation made her dizzy, the feel of something moving in both her ass and pussy so overwhelming that she no longer had control of herself.

  Blade groaned and moved faster. “Yeah, you like having something in your pussy and ass at the same time. That’s good, because you’ve got three husbands who want you all the damned time.”

  Her toes curled, her cries filled with desperation. “It feels strange. Oh, God. It’s too much. It tingles everywhere. Please. It’s too strong. I think something’s wrong.”

  Nothing could ever feel this good. Every inch of her body screamed with a pleasure that made her feel clumsy and weak. She shook uncontrollably and struggled to hold on to Blade’s slippery shoulders. “Oh, God. Something’s happening to me!”

  Sliding his hands forward, Blade wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, slowing his strokes. Fisting a hand in her hair, he held her head tilted back and stared into her eyes. “I’ve got you. Just let go.” Brushing his lips over hers, he watched her closely, his eyes narrowed to slits. He thrust into her three more times in rapid succession before thrusting deep and stilling.

  Sarah fisted her hands in his hair, holding on to the only solid thing she could, another wave washing over her at the feel of his cock pulsing inside her. “Blade. Don’t let go of me. Oh!”

  Panicked, she tightened her grip on Blade, who seemed to understand at once.

  Smiling tenderly, he ran his hands up and down her spine, his gaze sharpening even more. “It’s all right. You’re all right. Yes, love. Breathe. That’s it. Again. That’s my girl.”

  Hawke slid his finger free and rushed to her side. “Is she all right?”

  “Of course she’s all right.” Bending his head, Blade took her mouth in a slow, searing kiss, one that left her limp and shaking. “She’s so passionate that it’s hard for her to come down. She needs to know that we’re here for her.”

  Hawke towered over her, his stance protective, his eyes dark with concern. “Of course we’re here for her.” He bent to touch his lips to hers, his hand running up and down her back. “You’re ours, Sarah. For life. You can always depend on us to take care of you. You can always depend on us to keep you safe.” Sliding his hands under her arms, he urged her to lean back against him. “Relax, honey. We’ve got you.”

  She moaned when Blade slid his cock free, too drowsy to move. Smiling at Phoenix, who came to stand next to her, she let out another moan at the feel of Blade’s hands moving over her bottom and backs of her thighs, while Hawke held her shoulders. “So sleepy.”

  Phoenix smiled down at her, lathering one of her scented bars of soap between his palms. “Jus
t lie there and relax while I wash you.”

  All three of them took turns washing her, their hands so gentle on her skin that she found herself dozing more than once.

  Afterward, Blade carried her out of the water, and held her securely against his chest while Hawke dried her with care, his expression thoughtful. By the time he finished, Phoenix had finished dressing.

  She leaned against him, grateful for his support as he dressed her. “You’re awfully quiet. Is something wrong?”

  Shaking his head, he buttoned her shirt. “No, Sarah. Nothing’s wrong. Everything seems to be very right. You have quite an effect on Hawke and Blade, more than I’d anticipated.”

  Blade and Hawke finished dressing, each retrieving the lanterns before leading the way back to the horses.

  Blade handed the lantern to Phoenix before mounting and reaching for her. “Yes, she’s had quite an effect on us.” Lifting her chin, he adjusted the light blanket Hawke threw over her. “But I can’t let my feelings for her distract me. We have to protect her, no matter what it takes.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Phoenix watched Sarah sewing with Blade and Hawke, her laughter of delight filling their small cabin.

  Her smile seemed to make the small cabin even brighter.

  He could stand there and watch her all day.

  It had been a week since the night at the spring, and since then, he felt as if his world had changed completely.

  Everything they did now revolved around Sarah.

  He’d never been happier.

  Judging by the smiles on his brothers’ faces, and their eagerness to get home at the end of the day, Hawke and Blade were just as happy.

  Hawke’s features relaxed into a smile more often, the sound of his laughter becoming more and more familiar.

  Blade’s darker side now revealed a sense of humor that hadn’t been there before, and as he guided Sarah into some of his more wicked desires, he did it with a tenderness and patience that Phoenix never would have believed.

  They talked, worked on deerskin clothes together, and took long walks around the ranch.

  Sarah, Maggie, and Savannah had become fast friends, and Sarah had taken to gathering the flowers for soaps.

  He slid his gaze to the fresh flowers she kept in a clay pot on one of the tables, breathing in the new scents that had somehow invaded the small cabin.

  He’d always imagined having a woman to come home to each night, a woman to warm his bed and give him pleasure whenever he wanted it.

  He’d never imagined all the little things that came with having a woman in the house.

  Sarah had taken to drying flowers as well. His bedding even smelled like lavender.

  Getting out of the cabin in the morning took longer than usual because they each took the time for a kiss and a cuddle with her before starting their day.

  Even the sound of her bare feet on the wooden floor made him smile.

  He’d never imagined sharing his wife with his brothers. When they’d married her, he’d assumed there’d be conflicts, but he hadn’t thought about this indescribable need for intimacy with his wife—the need for a closeness that came from more than sex.

  A closeness he’d never experienced.

  An intimacy he’d never expected to have. To want.

  To need.

  Each day that passed, he found his feelings for her deepening.

  He loved her.

  Sitting on Blade’s lap, she leaned trustingly against him, running her hands over the dress Hawke had just finished for her. “It’s so beautiful. I’m going to wear it tomorrow.”

  The transformation in Hawke and Blade still astounded him.

  His restless brothers seemed content—happy—to sit at the table with her while she sewed, their patience endless as they taught her how to make clothing from buckskin.

  Hawke grinned, something he did more and more around her. “I’m glad you like it. It’s more durable than the material you use for your skirts.” He gestured toward the material she’d spread on the table to measure. “Make your skirts, but you need some fur-lined leggings for winter.”

  Sarah grinned. “They’re gonna be so soft! I can’t wait to wear them.”

  Blade cuddled her closer, running a hand over her hair, which she’d taken to wearing in a braid. “We’ll start the moccasins tomorrow.”

  Phoenix clenched his jaw, wondering what he could do to get closer to her, to spend time with her.

  He sure as hell couldn’t sew.

  Then he smiled.

  Hawke and Blade were experts with the rifles they carried across their shoulders, and with the knives and tomahawks they wore attached to their belts.

  Neither one of them, though, could shoot as well as Phoenix.

  Drinking the last of his coffee, he moved to the table and took a seat on the other side of her. “I know she needs some things to wear, but I think it’s time to teach her how to shoot. When she’s here alone, I think she should have a gun with her, and know how to use it.”

  Sarah’s smile never faltered, but Phoenix couldn’t help but notice that she glanced at both Hawke and Blade as if seeking their approval.

  Hawke nodded. “Good idea. Between shooting and working on her sewing, she’ll be too busy to get into trouble.”

  His teasing tone may have fooled Sarah, but it didn’t fool him.

  Waiting for Willy to appear had everyone on the ranch on edge, a tension that grew worse with each passing day. They all knew he wouldn’t give up his gold so easily.

  They’d also learned from Hayes and Wyatt that Willy couldn’t stand for anyone to get the better of him.

  Sarah had done it in two ways—taking his gold and escaping his attention.

  Willy Krenshaw would never stand for that, and would feel that he had to make Sarah pay for embarrassing him.

  He should have come by now, and the fact that he hadn’t made them all wonder what the outlaw had planned.

  Eb and Jeremiah had reduced some of his and his brothers’ chores so they could spend more time watching over her, and as each day passed, everyone worried more.

  Sarah smiled up at Hawke. “I won’t need to shoot anything. I’m real careful when I pick flowers, and don’t go too far.”

  Phoenix got to his feet again, too restless to sit still. “But if something happens, I want you to know how to shoot. We’ll go out first thing in the morning.”

  Sarah smoothed her hand over the material of her buckskin dress as if she couldn’t stop touching it, looking from Hawke to Blade.

  Phoenix snapped, slamming his hand on the table hard enough to knock her bolt of material to the floor. “Don’t look at them. I’m your husband, too.”

  He regretted his tone as soon as the words left his mouth. Frustrated that the tension of waiting for Willy had gotten to him, allowing his jealousy to show, he ignored his brothers’ sharp looks and leaned over the table until his nose almost touched Sarah’s. “And you’re sleeping with me tonight.”

  Turning, he stormed out before he said something that would make things even worse.

  * * * *

  Sarah watched Phoenix leave, swallowing heavily as she looked up at Hawke. “Did I do something wrong?”

  Running his hand over her back, Blade smiled. “No. You haven’t done anything wrong.” He ran a threatening hand down to her bottom and tapped gently. “I’ll be glad to let you know when you do.”

  Hawke went to the coffee pot on the small stove. “Phoenix is just a little upset. It’s nothing for you to worry about. Are you going to the chow shack to help Duke?”

  “Yes.” Grinning, she jumped to her feet, anxious to learn more of Duke’s brand of cooking. “Duke has really warmed up to me.” Pausing, she folded the material again, knowing that she wouldn’t get to it again until the next day. “It’s a shame that he doesn’t have a woman. He’s such a nice man, but he seems so lonely.”

  Hawke’s brows went up as he slid a glance at Blade, who scrubbed a hand over his mou
th, his dark eyes dancing with amusement.

  Blade got to his feet and took the material from her, dropping everything onto the small chest in the corner. “I’m sure you’re the only person in the world who’s ever called Duke nice. He’s a hard man, Sarah, one who’s already lost the woman he loves. He’s very bitter about it, and has a bigger chip on his shoulder than Hawke’s.”

  Hawke raised a brow at that, his eyes hard until he looked in Sarah’s direction. “I’m just realistic.”

  Blade grinned. “You thought we’d never have a woman in our lives. Who’s to say a woman doesn’t show up here and do to Duke what Sarah did to us?”

  Sarah started pulling on her boots, pausing to frown up at them. “What did I do to you?”

  Blade closed the distance between them and bent to touch his lips to hers. “We’re still trying to figure that out. Come on. I’ll walk you to the shack. Hawke and I have some things to look into. Stay with Duke until we get back.”

  * * * *

  Sarah rolled out biscuits under Duke’s watchful eye. “Duke, do you think you’ll ever get married again?”

  “No. Pay attention to what you’re doing. If you make those biscuits too thin, they won’t rise right and I’ll get blamed.”

  Giggling, Sarah glanced over at him, once again amazed that a man who looked so fierce could be so sweet. “You know, you remind me a lot of Hawke and Blade. They’re both big men, but they don’t make a sound when they move. They also look scary as hell, but they’re so nice.” Wrinkling her nose at his scowl, she turned back to her work. “Like you.”

  Smiling at his growl, she started cutting out biscuits. “Don’t growl at me. I’m not scared of you.”

  “You should be.” Duke sighed and stirred the chili he’d been working on, not looking at her. “A long time ago I was a nice man. I’m not anymore. Life changed me, just like life changed your men. Life is ugly and cruel. Just because your men changed doesn’t mean that I would.”