by Lana Dare
Suddenly, the need to sit up became overwhelming. Pushing against Hayes’s chest, she gingerly rose, surprised that he let her, her breath catching at the shifting of the cocks inside her.
Her breasts felt so swollen and heavy, her nipples tingling with the need for attention. Her clit ached unbearably and she knew that the slightest caress there would send her hurtling off the edge.
Sensation seemed to pound at her from all sides, so intense that she didn’t stand a chance at holding back.
Her cries and moans filled the small room, mingling with the groans of her husbands as they began to move.
Nothing could have prepared her for the feel of being taken in both openings at the same time. The friction of their cocks against the inner walls of both her pussy and ass as they moved together overwhelmed her and she found she couldn’t focus on either.
Both men seemed more caught up in it than ever before, adding to the intensity.
Hayes groaned hoarsely, holding her slightly above his chest, his hips moving continuously as he fucked her pussy, drawing his length about halfway out before thrusting deep again. In the low lamplight, the look on his face appeared anguished, the scar on his cheek more pronounced than ever.
He looked dark and dangerous lying beneath her, holding her to him as if he would never let her go. His slow, deep thrusts never faltered, the rhythm of them matching that of Wyatt’s.
He withdrew several inches as Wyatt’s smooth stroke filled her ass, and thrust deep again as Wyatt withdrew almost completely.
She’d never felt so primitive before, so wild and hungry for physical satisfaction. Her body no longer felt like her own, locked in the grip of something so powerful she had no control.
Shaking with pleasure, lost in sensation, Savannah held on to Hayes, the only solid thing in her world. The tingling heat that encompassed every part of her body grew stronger with each stroke, making her nipples sizzle and bead even tighter. She tried to move faster as the heat at her slit grew, those incredible tingles growing too sharp and focused for her to be still, but her men held firm.
Through it all, Hayes stared up at her, his eyes watchful and hungry. His hands held her steadily as he surged into her.
“Easy, darlin’. Slow. And. Easy. Too fucking good.”
“No.” It came out in a whimper as Wyatt filled her ass again. “I c–can’t. It’s…I…oh, God!”
It slammed into her, the shock of its strength stealing what little breath she had. It rolled through her, the heat and pinpricks of sensation starting at her slit and spreading outward, taking control of her body as it went through her.
She felt it everywhere, the sublime pleasure making her body tighten and her muscles quiver. Her clit felt huge. The cocks in her ass and pussy jumped inside her, making her feel fuller than ever, the hard thickness in both places suddenly more threatening than ever.
She’d never felt so full, never felt so taken, never felt so completely lost in sensation. She belonged to them as never before, giving herself over to pleasure that went way beyond just physical.
Stiffening, Savannah cried out, her voice raw and hoarse as the wave of pleasure crested. It held her in its grip, her pussy clenching in hard spasms.
Hayes groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he surged deep.
“Jesus!”
Wyatt’s hands slid from her waist to her shoulders, his harsh groan sounding tortured and filled with pleasure.
“It’s killing me.”
Savannah whimpered as her orgasm released her from its hold, the shimmering waves lessening in slow increments, leaving her weak and trembling. The sounds of harsh breathing and low moans mingled together until she didn’t know which belonged to her and which belonged to her husbands.
She didn’t care.
Too weak to hold herself upright, she allowed Hayes to lower her to his chest, grateful for the strong arms that came around her and for the solid heat beneath her.
She couldn’t stop shaking. Each small movement by any one of them, even drawing a deep breath, moved both cocks inside her, making her pussy and ass clench. As another wave of tingles went through her, she moaned and buried her face against Hayes’s chest.
“What just happened?”
Wyatt’s chuckle broke off and became a moan.
“I don’t know. We loved you. Give me an hour or so for my heart to settle down and the blood to flow back into my brain and we’ll talk.” With another groan he slid free of her ass and straightened, running his hands over her bottom and thighs.
“You all right, darlin’?”
Savannah jumped when the damp cloth touched her bottom, wiggling on Hayes’s cock when Wyatt started to wipe her clean.
Wrapping his arms more firmly around her and tangling his hands in her hair, Hayes touched his lips to her forehead.
“She’s good. I was watching her the entire time. I loved watching her fall apart like that.”
Savannah started to lift her head, but decided it would be way too much effort. Smiling, she breathed in the clean scent of soap on Hayes’s skin.
“I’m right here, you know.”
Running his hands up and down her back, Hayes lifted his hips, moving his cock inside her.
“I know exactly where you are. Say it.”
Knowing exactly what he meant, Savannah lifted her head, propping her chin on the hand she laid flat on his chest. Breathing a sigh of relief when Wyatt dropped the cloth and moved to lie beside her, she smiled at Hayes, recognizing the underlying intensity in his deceptively mild tone.
“I love you. Now, you say it back to me.”
Wyatt chuckled, never opening his eyes. “She’s gonna be trouble.”
Hayes smiled, a mere twitch of his lips, but the muscles beneath her relaxed, the tension leaving his body in a sigh.
“Love you, too. Hell, you’re going to make me say it all the time, aren’t you?”
Despite his gruff tone, she could tell that the idea didn’t bother him at all.
Hayes rolled her to her back in a quick move that made her giggle as Wyatt cursed and moved out of the way.
Brushing her hair back from her face, Hayes withdrew from her and dropped to her side so that he and Wyatt lay on either side of her. He bent to brush her lips with his before lifting his head and staring down at her, running a finger over her breast and lightly circling her nipple.
“It’s getting easier. I might just get used to it.”
Rubbing her thighs together, Savannah groaned, lifting into his caress, surprised at the shiver of pleasure.
“You’d better get used to that. God, that feels good. I’m so worn out I can barely keep my eyes open, and it still arouses me when you touch me.”
Wyatt lifted her thigh over his and teased the sensitive spot behind her knee before running his fingertips up her inner thigh, smiling at her moan.
“Obviously not worn out enough. Tell me you love me, too, and I’ll make you come again.”
Cupping his cheek, Savannah let out a cry as he parted her folds and began to caress her clit. Lifting her hips, she held on to him, another cry escaping when Hayes propped his head on his hand, his eyes indulgent as he toyed with her nipples.
Thrusting her fingers into Wyatt’s still-damp hair, she pulled him closer, brushing her lips over his chin. Despite her drowsiness and need, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. She felt closer to him and to Hayes now than she ever had before, her pussy and bottom still tingling with awareness.
“How will you know if I’m telling the truth, Sheriff?”
Wyatt smiled and touched his lips to hers, increasing the strokes to her clit. “I’ll know. Say it.”
Her clit had become so sensitive that even the slightest touch of Wyatt’s finger sent her senses soaring. With the attention to her nipples and the still-sharp awareness in her pussy and clit, she started to tremble almost immediately. Her weakened condition and the confident touch of a man who knew her body intimately made it impossible to h
old back anything. Much faster than she’d thought possible, he sent her over the edge again.
It happened so fast she couldn’t breathe, the last of her strength gone. Completely spent, she whimpered as he slowed his soft caress, leaning into him.
“I love you.”
Wyatt pulled her close and settled her against him. “I know, honey. I know.”
* * * *
She woke hours later, still settled against Wyatt. Blinking at the low light, she watched curiously as Hayes unfolded a piece of paper he’d just retrieved from the pocket of the shirt that he’d picked up from the floor.
“What’s that?”
Hayes didn’t seem the least bit self-conscious about his nudity as he crossed the room to the small table by the door and used a key to open the small chest that sat on top of it.
“The written laws of Desire. It’s a paper we drew up and that every man who lives here must agree to. They decided the sheriffs should hold on to it for safekeeping.”
Sitting up, Savannah smiled at Wyatt’s low grumble and tucked the sheet around herself.
“Can I see it?”
“No.”
Savannah blinked at his abrupt answer. “Why not?”
Hayes locked the chest and set the key aside.
“Because it doesn’t concern you.” He blew out the lamp and got into bed next to her, pulling her to him until her head was pillowed on his chest.
“Don’t make that face at me. It’s just the laws that protect the town and the women and make it possible for us to live the way we want to live.”
Savannah stilled, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.
“Will we be all right? Will this thing work between us? One wife. Two husbands. Promise me it’ll be all right, Hayes. I never thought it would be possible to love two men, but I couldn’t stand it if I lost either one of you.”
Hayes pulled her closer, lifting her chin and pressing his lips unerringly to hers, somehow finding her mouth even in the darkness.
“There’s no way you’re going to lose either one of us. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
Wyatt reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers. “And beyond. If it doesn’t work here, we’ll find somewhere else.” Chuckling softly, he kissed her shoulder. “With the determination of the men here, I have no doubt that it’ll be fine here, and others are going to be coming here in droves. Now stop worrying and go to sleep.”
Savannah smiled in the darkness as Hayes pulled her more firmly against him, while Wyatt curled up at her back.
She’d found more love than she’d ever thought possible, and looked forward to the rest of her life with a giddiness that made her dizzy.
Desire.
She’d found it, in more ways than she’d ever anticipated.
Epilogue
Savannah grinned as her husbands approached, admiring the fine figures they made as they rode toward her. All hard lines and muscle, they looked damned intimidating, but their eyes held nothing but gentle concern and hunger as they met hers.
She’d been married for two months now, and her heart still skipped a beat each time she saw them. Even covered with dirt and sweaty, they were the most beautiful men she ever saw.
“Hello, Sheriffs. You look like you’ve had a busy morning.”
Removing his hat, Wyatt let his gaze roam over her as he used his sleeve to wipe his forehead.
“Couple of the Tylers’ purebreds got caught up in some brush. Could have cut them loose, but the stupid things wouldn’t cooperate.” Lowering his voice, he leaned forward. “You, wife, look good enough to eat.”
Even though she’d been on the receiving end of their flirtatious and sometimes even lewd comments, Savannah couldn’t keep her face from burning as need shot through her. The remembered feel of his mouth on her pussy, his soft hair brushing against her inner thighs came rushing back.
Hayes moved closer, his eyes hooded beneath the brim of his hat.
“Where are you headed in such a hurry?”
Taking his outstretched hand, Savannah allowed him to pull her up onto his lap, relaxing against him.
“Supply building.” Closing her eyes, she slumped, placing her hand on his forearm, smiling when his lips touched her hair. Just being in his arms warmed her, and, as always, made her feel like she was right where she belonged.
His hot hand covered her thigh, warming other parts of her, and she sighed, knowing it would be hours yet until they could be alone.
Hayes cursed and straightened. “Don’t lean on me, darlin’. I’m filthy.”
Lifting her head, she met his gaze, smiling at the flash of heat in his eyes when she rubbed her breast against his chest.
“I’ve got to admit, Sheriff, I like that about you.” Thrilled that she’d been able to surprise him, she lifted her face for his kiss.
“Why did you pick me up and put me on your lap if you didn’t want me to get dirty?”
His lips twitched, indulgence and love shining in his eyes as he tugged her braid.
“Habit. I can’t seem to stop reaching for you anytime I’m anywhere near you. What do you need from the supply building?” He ran his hand up and down her back, his eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. Even when he didn’t look at her, she knew that nothing she said or did would escape his notice.
“Some fabric to make curtains. With so many men building their own homes around us while they’re waiting for the mail-order brides to arrive, and building the house for the women to live in across the way, we never know who’s going to ride by our windows.”
Hayes glanced down at her, his eyes lingering on her breasts. “Good idea. I’d hate to have to kill one of these men for seeing you naked.”
Wyatt urged his horse closer and reached for her, the gleam of remembered pleasure in his eyes as well as the promise for more.
“Come here, honey.”
Savannah smiled, something she did quite often now, and went willingly into his arms.
Bending his head until the brim of his hat hid her from view of the other men, he kissed her, one of those hot, hungry kisses that made her heart race.
She moaned into his mouth as the awareness increased, and rubbed her thighs together at the surge of heat that settled there. Wishing they could be alone, she lifted her hand to his neck, moaning in protest when he lifted his head.
He studied her with narrowed eyes, a slow smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.
“I love when you get that look on your face. Makes me want to strip you naked right here, wrap your legs around my hips, and sink my cock into you.”
Savannah groaned, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
“I hate when you say things like that when I know I have to wait hours before you can take me. I think I’m mad at you.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah, but you love me.”
With a sigh, she leaned against him, eyeing Hayes.
“I do. I love both of you, which is another reason for me to make those curtains. When those mail-order brides come, they’re going to see you two and decide they want a closer look. If they see my husbands naked, I’m going to get jealous and might have to hurt someone.”
Both men smiled, their eyes dancing with amusement.
Wyatt tightened his arm around her and turned his horse, riding the short distance to the supply building. Running a hand over her thigh before helping her down, he grinned.
“Get your fabric. We wouldn’t want to have to arrest you for hurting someone.” He tapped the brim of her hat, pushing it down to cover her eyes.
Pushing it back, she grinned up at him. “I have two husbands who wouldn’t let that happen. Believe me when I tell you that you don’t want to mess with either one of them!”
Turning her back when Wyatt roared with laughter, Savannah hurried into the supply building, laughing with pure joy at their banter.
Still smiling, she worked the bolt of fabric she’d picked out earlier loose. Holding it i
n front of her, she made her way back outside, anxious to see her husbands again.
Surprised to find them both gone, she closed the door behind her, her smile falling.
She knew it was ridiculous to be so disappointed. Her husbands had been busy every day since they’d moved here, riding the perimeter of their new town and getting to know each and every person who lived here. They spoke to Eb and Jeremiah every day to keep track of everything going on, and even took time to see little Ace, completely fascinated by the baby.
Even so busy, somehow, they always made time for her, one or the other stopping to see her every chance they got throughout the day.
It seemed strange that they hadn’t waited for her today.
Mentally shrugging, she started across the yard, smiling and waving to acknowledge greetings from the other men, far less than had been there just moments ago. After stashing the fabric in her saddlebag and getting on her horse, she took a last look around, hoping to get a glimpse of her husbands.
“They’re checking something out.”
Turning, she saw Duke coming out of the chow building, wiping his hands.
Something about his tone sent off warning bells in her head. “Oh? Is something wrong?”
Duke’s expression appeared harder than usual, the muscle in his jaw working and making his large scar, so much like Hayes’s, seem larger than normal.
“Don’t know. They say the backs of their necks are itching. Out here, we all respect that, and the men are out checking things out. You riding out?”
Savannah nodded, looking around. “Yes. I’m going home. I want to get started on these curtains while there’s still a little daylight left.”
“I think you should stay here until your men get back.”
Savannah shook her head. “No. They know I’m going home. They know where to find me. If you see them, please tell them that I’ll wait for them to bring me back here for supper.”
“I think you should stay here.”
Savannah smiled at the authority in his voice. “I just saw them two minutes ago, and they didn’t say a thing to me about staying here. I’ll see them at the house, and I’ll see you later for supper. Thanks, Duke.”
