by Myla Jackson
Her hand reached out to capture Jake’s cock, squeezing it as Zach’s tongue flicked and teased.
Jake’s fingers dug into her hair, turning her face toward him and his engorged dick.
Zach’s hand captured her around her waist and he spun her away from him, facing Jake.
For a moment, Honor was off balance, afraid she’d offended the big mountain man by taking his partner’s shaft into her mouth. But when his work-roughened hand pressed firmly in the middle of her back, she bent over, her hands dropping to the bed. He drew her hips toward him, bringing her up on her hands and knees.
Ah. She reached out and caught Jake’s member in her fingers and pulled him closer, until her tongue could flick the tip of his manhood.
Her entire body tingled, feeling deliciously naked in the presence of two fine, handsome men with strong muscles and big hands. She’d never known such decadence, such shamelessness and excitement all at once. Her fatigue of minutes ago vanished and she threw herself into all the wicked pleasure she had missed while married to the pious parson. Once she left the mountain, she might not find two such accommodating men to please her. One last night of passion should hold her for a very long time.
As she closed her mouth around Jake’s cock, she spread her legs, lifting her bottom up. Cool air wafted across her wet opening. She expected Zach to press into her, to fill her full and fuck her like an animal. Her woman’s parts dripped in anticipation of his rough ride. When he didn’t come to her immediately, she withdrew to the end of Jake’s cock, ready to turn and question the man. Did he not want her?
Then Zach’s big hands traced the insides of her thighs, from her knees up to her aching entrance. A large finger dipped in, swirled around and then thrust deeper.
Honor took Jake full into her mouth, one hand reaching behind him to close around his ass and force him deeper. Deeper like she wished Zach would push into her.
Instead, he teased her, sliding his single finger in and out as if testing her. He pulled free, dragging his dampened finger to her anus where he drenched the tight little hole with her juices, poking in and out in short, sharp strokes.
Jake’s hands tangled in her hair, and he shoved his cock into her mouth, bumping into the back of her throat, reminding her that he too was in need of her attention.
She sucked on him, her tongue twisting around his cock.
Then two of Zach’s fingers entered her channel, sliding in, out and back in. A third finger squeezed through the opening, all three stroking, stretching her, making her want more. Making her want his dick thrusting deeper than even the fingers could go.
Her lips tightened around Jake’s cock and he pumped in and out of her mouth.
When would Zach plunge his dick into her? Her pussy ached, throbbed, needed him inside.
Zach’s fingers retreated, his thumbs spreading her entrance wide, the cool air teasing the warmth within.
Then his tongue replaced his fingers, thrusting into her channel, lapping at the juices. When he shifted his tongue from her pussy to the sensitive nub buried between her folds, Honor gasped, her body tightening. As he flicked her with his tongue, her hips rocked and she leaned back into his mouth.
He sucked her nub between his lips and tugged, teasing and nipping that most sensitive spot until she couldn’t breathe, the feeling so intense her vision grew fuzzy. Tension built in waves, pushing her to the edge and beyond. Her body exploded in a myriad of sensations. On her hands and knees, she gave herself to the moment, her eyes closed, her hips rocking to the rhythm of Zach’s tongue laving over her.
His tongue disappeared and his hands closed around her hips, his dick plunging into her, filling her, thrusting in and out. His hips pounded against her ass, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls of the log cabin.
Jake drove his shaft into her mouth in the same rhythm, his fingers holding so tightly to her hair it hurt, but not enough for Honor to want him to stop.
Zach slammed into her one last time, at the precise moment as Jake. Where Zach held her ass firmly against him, his dick throbbing inside, Jake pulled free of her mouth.
His hand worked his shaft, the come spilling out and dripping down over his fingers.
Honor dragged in air, refilling her lungs. Her arms collapsed beneath her and she rested her face in the mattress, her ass still high in the air, Zach’s dick buried deep, pulsing, spilling his seed inside her. When he slowly withdrew, he cupped her pussy and pressed a kiss to her bottom. He laid her over on her side in the bed and crawled in behind her, spooning her with his big body.
As Honor drifted into an exhausted sleep, Jake retreated to his bed, a sad smile on his face.
She wanted to reach out to him, but the warmth of Zach against her backside made her too sleepy to move.
His arm draped over her, his hand sliding up her side to cup her breast.
“Parson Whitaker never did that,” she mumbled.
Zach squeezed her breast, his dick, still hard and wet, pressing between her buttocks. “Parson Whitaker was a fool.”
Zach knew the exact moment she fell asleep. Her body relaxed against him, her breathing deep and even. At least this time he hadn’t fucked her until she passed out. He leaned up on his elbow and stared down at this widow whose naiveté about what men and women were supposed to do had captured his heart. The contrast of her innocence and her fiery passion left him completely breathless. His hand tightened on her breast, his thumb automatically flicking the nipple to a hardened peak. Already, he wanted her again.
“You know,” Jake said from his bed a few feet away. “You can’t make her stay.”
Zach pulled her closer, her body fitting exactly right against him, her soft skin warm where it touched his. “Who said I wanted to make her stay?”
Jake leaned up on his arm. “Are you telling me you’re going to let her walk away? Just let her walk away?” He fingered his dick, also still hard and ready for more. “After that?”
Zach stared across at Jake. What he and his partner had done paled in comparison to the way he’d felt inside Honor.
“I know. We won’t be satisfied just the two of us up here.” Jake lay back, his hand still wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding up and down. “You need a woman. Hell, I want one too.” His hand worked faster. He stopped and turned toward Zach. “Unless you want to continue to share… If she’s willing…let me fuck her next time.”
Zach inhaled and let out the breath slowly. “We share everything else, but I’m not sure I could share a woman any more than we already have.” His fingers trailed along her breast and down her side to rest on her hip. He liked the way her waist dipped in so sharply and how her hips swelled all feminine-like. Until Honor stole into their lives, he hadn’t realized how much he missed having women around. No…not women. This woman. He sighed, wishing he could make this night last forever. “It doesn’t matter anyway—she’s leaving.”
“Only if you let her.” Jake grinned across at him, his hand continuing the up and down motion.
Zach sat up, his gaze fixed on Jake’s hand, his mind racing. “Are you suggesting I force her to stay?” He shook his head. His mother had taught him to be respectful of women. He’d been anything but respectful to Honor—tying her up, sharing her with another man and fucking her from behind like a dog. Still, she’d come back for more. The woman might have been married to a preacher, but pious she wasn’t.
Jake’s hand worked faster and faster.
Zach’s dick responded to the motion, perking up hard and stiff. He slid it between Honor’s legs from behind, nudging her entrance, not wanting to wake her but desperate to find relief for his third erection that night.
Jake’s back arched from the bed, his head thrown back, his teeth bared as he climaxed, his hand pumping, stroking, jerking until come overflowed and squirted out the tip.
His own body humming back to life, Zach pressed his knee between her legs, opening her up so that he could thrust long and full inside her.
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sp; Honor rocked her hips, her bottom pressing into Zach, taking his cock into her more fully.
He reached around her front and cupped her pussy, fingering her folds, spreading them to expose the little nub between. That was the spot that made her crazy.
He stroked her clit as he thrust in and out of her.
She moaned, one hand sliding between her legs to coach his fingers, the other reaching out behind her to cup his ass and force him even deeper inside.
The faster he pumped his cock and the finger stroking her folds, the more she moaned until she cried out.
“Zach.” Spasms shook her body, her bottom rubbing against his groin.
With one final thrust, Zach sank deep into her, his dick shuddering, pouring out his come. When the tension eased and he floated back to earth, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She was his mate. Strong, beautiful and brave—he couldn’t ask for more in a woman. She’d ventured West to start a new life, survived an Indian attack and escaped captivity to find herself captured once again by a couple of miners. Honor had what it took to make a go of life in the Rocky Mountains.
Zach didn’t want to let go. Not now or ever. She was his and, damn it, he’d keep her! Even if he had to tie her up to do it.
Chapter Seven
Honor stretched, slowly coming awake, her back arching off the straw mattress, her body sore from everything she’d done the night before. But when she tried to move her arms, she couldn’t. Her eyes popped open and she stared up at the ropes binding her wrists to the headboard of the rough-hewn bed.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she called out. “Zach? Jake?”
No one answered.
Still naked, she stared around the interior of the log cabin. The other bed where Jake slept was empty. A fire burned in the fireplace providing sufficient warmth. The wooden shutters over the window stood open, letting the morning sunshine in. Birds sang, life went on, but Honor couldn’t move, trapped as she was in the bed.
“Damn,” she said, amazed at how easily the curse flowed off her lips. She’d never have conceived of uttering the word in front of her husband. He probably would have beaten her or had the congregation stone her. Her hands pulled at the bindings again, twisting and turning, trying to loosen the ropes. No matter how hard she tried, the ties remained in place. “Damn.”
Anger burned through frustration the longer she lay in the bed unable to free herself. “I’ve never been treated so badly,” she muttered. Her thighs ached, her pussy was raw from being fucked three times in a row. Parson Whitaker could only manage once a week, if that much. Even her jaw throbbed from having taken Jake’s cock in her mouth.
Recalling the things she’d done and allowed the men to do to her, the anger faded and Honor squirmed, wishing she could touch herself down there where all the desire pooled. She wanted to run her hands along the inside of her thighs and thrust her fingers into her opening, still raw from Zach’s enormous dick sliding in and out, over and over.
Her plans to continue her journey to San Francisco seemed but a faded memory, the reality of her uncontrollable passion overpowering her need for independence. Honor wanted to stay in the mountains and explore her body with the help of Zach and Jake.
She moaned, her hands straining at the ropes to reach that place Zach had brought to life—that sensitive little button nestled between her folds. “Zach,” she yelled.
Movement outside the window caught her attention. Something or someone passed in front of the cabin, casting a shadow into the room.
“Zach?” she questioned softly. “Jake?” Her eager voice faded as the latch on the door lifted.
Honor’s heart skipped several beats and then banged against her ribs.
A head leaned through the doorway. But it wasn’t Zach’s dark unruly hair, nor Jake’s reddish-brown. The straight black hair belonged to Running Bear.
Honor screamed and jerked at her hands, desperate to tear free of her bonds.
He came to her, dressed in nothing but his breechcloth, his knife drawn.
For a single moment, Honor thought he’d plunge it into her heart and leave her to die.
His dark eyes flared as he stared down at her naked body. He laid the tip of his knife to her throat, the sharp edge deadly cool against her skin. Then he slid the flat of the blade down from her throat, between her breasts and lower still to the curly thatch of hair covering her mons.
Honor quivered. She’d been with this savage. Wordlessly, he’d raped her without caring for her comfort or desire. She’d fought him, but he’d thrust into her over and over, slaking his lust as she cried. After weeks of being with him, she’d found some satisfaction in their lovemaking, but nothing that compared with Zach and Jake.
“No!” she screamed at him, her legs kicking out.
He whipped the breechcloth aside, exposing his long, hard dick.
“No!” Having coupled with Zach, Honor knew what it should feel like—two people giving of each other, making the other happy before taking pleasure. Zach had shown her this by bringing her to orgasm first. Despite his brash treatment and tying her up, he’d given her amazing delight, handling her tenderly, almost reverently. He’d even let her pleasure his partner at the same time. What man would let his woman do that without getting maddeningly jealous? Her chest swelled, tears welling up in her eyes even as she fought to break free of her bonds.
Zach could be a man worth staying with—a man she could trust to be aware of her own needs and desires. A man she could live with and not feel like a slave or whore to his needs alone. If she didn’t know better, she could swear she was falling in love with him. Granted, he needed to learn that tying her to the bed wasn’t the best way to win her affections.
All the more reason to escape Running Bear.
Unable to break free, Honor did the only thing she could.
She screamed. When help didn’t come, she screamed again and again.
Running Bear shouted something Honor couldn’t understand. He dropped his breechcloth in place and dove at her with his knife.
Honor stopped screaming, her voice caught in her throat.
Running Bear’s knife bypassed her throat, slashing the ropes holding her to the bed.
Before she could take in another breath to scream again, he threw her over his shoulder and ran out of the cabin.
All the air bounced from her lungs as Running Bear raced into the woods. Blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy.
Honor struggled to breathe, afraid that if she passed out, she’d never get free of Running Bear again. He’d be too vigilant to let her out of his sight, perhaps killing her to keep the other men from having her. She pushed against his smooth, naked back, sucking in as much air as she could, despite his shoulder digging into her gut. Now that she was outside the cabin, she had to try one more time to scream.
“We really should get back to the cabin. Honor will be furious.”
Zach grunted, swung his pick into the wall again. Rocks chipped away and dirt crumbled to the floor. He’d decided at the last minute before leaving the cabin to tie her up. He and Jake had wanted to explore the vein of gold they’d uncovered the day before and see just how deep it went before it played out. After a couple hours digging, the vein remained strong. Although a thin line, it appeared to go back into the mountain quite a bit farther. He and Jake stood to become very rich.
Rich enough to tempt a witch to stay with him?
Jake laid a hand on Zach’s shoulder. “Give it up. Hitting that wall won’t make her want to stay. Tying her up won’t either.” He took the pick from Zach’s hands. “You have to ask her.”
“You heard her. She doesn’t want a man in her life telling her what to do.”
“Exactly.” Jake turned him toward the mine entrance and lifted the lantern from the floor. “We have to ask her what she wants.”
Zach trudged along as if his feet weighed a ton. They might as well weigh that much. The sooner he reached Honor, the sooner she’d break his
heart. “What if she doesn’t want to stay?”
“Guess you’ll have to cross that bridge if it comes to that.”
“You think having a woman around here will change things between you and me?”
Jake shrugged. “Probably. But don’t worry, I still plan on being your partner.” He clapped his hand on Zach’s back. “And I’ll always be your friend.”
Zach stepped out of the mine, blinking at the bright sunshine. His heart banged inside his chest, and his lungs squeezed so hard he could barely breathe. He spun back toward the mine. “I can’t do it.”
Jake laughed and blocked the entrance. “Yes, you can.” He shook his head. “Of all the men I’ve known, I’ve always looked up to you as strong, brave and smart. Don’t let me down now.”
Zach stared into Jake’s eyes. He’d always felt the responsibility of being the old man in their partnership, the one to keep a level head and make sound decisions. Now he looked to Jake for the strength he needed to reach for something he hadn’t even known he wanted until today. A woman. A wife. Hell, maybe even a family.
He grabbed Jake and pulled him into his arms, hugging him hard. “I love you, Jake. Thanks.”
Jake hugged back. “I know. Now get back to the cabin before she decides not to forgive you for tying her up again.”
A renewed energy surged through Zach’s veins as he turned toward the cabin. He’d taken only one step toward his future when a scream ripped through the mountains, echoing off the rocky cliffs.
“Honor.” Zach and Jake lit out, racing through the forest back to the cabin.
As he rounded the corner of the structure, Zach didn’t slow down. Instinct told him he wouldn’t find her inside. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed the door gaped open. He’d closed it when he’d left earlier that morning.
Another scream reverberated through the trees.
Zach veered right and ran faster, Jake close at his heels. He pounded through the forest, leaping over fallen branches and boulders, heedless of the noise he created. Honor was in trouble. He focused all his efforts on catching up to her. If she’d escaped on her own, something had her trapped or worse. If her Apache tormentor had snuck into camp and made off with her, he couldn’t get far carrying a fighting, kicking and screaming female.
