His Golden Touch [Gold Rush 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Tish Domenick

  Wade pulled her over to a cushioned chair and bade her sit. “Your visitors upset you, and it’s up to us to put you back in the mood to receive us.”

  “No, I—”

  Wade put a finger to her lips. “Don’t protest. I’ve been reading your moods for years. Let us get you ready.” He gently spread her knees, and Brady knelt between them. “I purely love the way you taste, love.” He gave her an extra pillow, and she raised her bottom while he placed it beneath her. “There, the perfect position.” He knelt to lick her pussy. “You are drier than usual.” He fingered her until she started to writhe. Wade stood behind her and played with her nipples. Brady licked again. “Ah, much better.” He took her fingers and placed them in her.

  “Do you feel that hardened bud in there?”

  “Y–yes.”

  “That’s your little nub of pleasure.” He released her hand and closed his lips over it. He used sucking pressure on her, every once in a while nipping at the little nub of pleasure. Wade worked on her breasts, kneading, pinching, bending to suck the nipples. Brady’s tongue darted in and around her pussy, never leaving her pleasure nub for long.

  Hannah closed her eyes to try to calm her racing pulse and labored breathing. “I never imagined such pleasure was possible,” she whispered through nearly clenched teeth.

  Brady reached under her and pressed the dildo higher into her as he sucked harder. A lightning bolt of intense delight went through her entire body. She climaxed and climaxed and climaxed, and when she came down from the heights she’d been on, Brady left his mouth on her nether lips for several seconds. He carried her to the bed and laid her facedown. Wade massaged her neck, shoulders, and back while Brady kneaded her bottom and legs and feet. They used some kind of lotion they warmed in their hands.

  Hannah was close to falling asleep when Brady began to manipulate the dildo. He pulled it out halfway and pushed it in again. She tensed with the first shove then relaxed and let him play. Finally, the dildo was taken away and replaced with his fingers, several at once. He circled them inside her, stretching, pulling out and then back in. In one motion he raised himself over her and inserted the tip of his cock and stopped.

  “Don’t clench. Keep yourself open so I can fit inside you.”

  It took all her will power, but she kept her sphincter loose for him until his cock was deep within her. She found it hard to breathe. The pain was the dull throbbing kind, but it wasn’t unbearable. He made little pulsing motions in and out, not the long silken strokes they’d both used in her pussy last night. She panted to keep from tensing.

  “Are you okay, love?”

  “I’m fine.”

  He gave a final hefty shove deeper than she’d thought possible, and she felt him spew inside her so profusely it spilled out onto her legs. He left her slowly, raised her to sitting, and kissed her over and over. “You are a wonderful gift, love.”

  Apparently, while Brady was fucking her ass, Wade had brought up a large copper tub of warmed water. They led her to it. “You should soak for a while, darlin’.” Wade kissed her while stroking her breasts.

  “Don’t you want to do that to me, too, Wade?”

  “Of course, but I don’t know if you’ll be ready for more of that, tonight. Did it hurt much?”

  She washed with a large sponge as she spoke. “It hurt like hell at first, but as long as I kept relaxed and open, it was fun. I think I like it.”

  “Brady likes it that way because he doesn’t have to wear a rubber.”

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “I do, but only if you want it that way. I love fucking you any way I can.”

  “I think I’m ready for you now.”

  “No, you’re not. No more tonight. Tomorrow we want to do what you suggested before, both of us fucking you at once, Brady in your ass, me in your pussy. Would you really like that?”

  “I would, but is it possible?”

  “It’s possible, but no more tonight.”

  “Then you come over here by the tub.” When he reached her side, she caressed his flaccid member then slurped it into her mouth and sucked. It hardened in seconds. He came quickly, and she swallowed all he had and licked him dry.

  He raised her out of the tub and held her as Brady dried her with a towel. “Do you want your nightgown, love?”

  “Can’t we continue? I want to feel you both inside me.”

  “Not until morning, if we wake early enough, we’ll show you how it’s done, then. Now, do you want to sleep in the altogether like we do or do you want a nightgown?” Wade used his sternest voice.

  What she wanted was her two husbands inside her, but there was no dissuading them tonight. The men fell asleep quickly, but Hannah was edgy. Her body craved attention. She missed the dildo up inside her. She closed her eyes and must have nodded off, because when she opened them again, the first rays of dawn were filtering around the window shade. She looked on either side of her. The men were sleeping like rocks. If she let them sleep, they’d have to get out to the fields and would have no time to fuck her the way she wanted. She smiled.

  Chapter Five

  Hannah slid one hand down Wade’s thigh and the other down Brady’s. She was surprised, when she reached their cocks, that they were both hard. She fisted her hands around them and pumped as if milking a cow.

  Brady actually climaxed while still asleep. His eyes popped open quickly after his release. Wade moaned and wriggled, seeming to be thoroughly enjoying his dream, then awakened when he spurted into her hand. The three of them laughed heartily once they realized what had happened.

  “Dawn is almost upon us. Show me now how it’s done?” Hannah sat up, letting the sheet slip to expose most of her nakedness.

  Wade stared at her in disbelief. “You mean, now?”

  “You promised we could do it in the morning if we had time.”

  Without another word, both men hopped out of bed, washed briefly at the bureau ewer, dressed, and excused themselves. Hannah sat in disbelief as their footsteps faded from the stairs and the back door closed on a silent house.

  In a whirl of confusion, she dressed for school then realized it was much too early. She went out to the hen house and gathered a basket of newly laid eggs. Next she went into the silo for grain to feed the chickens. Rocco met her as she emerged.

  “Let me do that for you, ma’am.”

  “You can call me Hannah since we’ll be living in such close proximity.”

  “Okay, Hannah, I’ll feed the fowl and give the horses fresh hay. You go along inside and get your breakfast.”

  “Did you eat with the others at your mother’s table?”

  “No, I’ll get something later. I haven’t been given duties yet.”

  “Come on in when you’re finished with the animals and have a bite with me.”

  “I’d love to, thanks.”

  Hannah fried up some bacon and added the eggs when she saw Rocco at the well washing up. He took off his shirt and she had to suck in her breath at the ripple of muscles he displayed as he scrubbed himself. He was only half buttoned up when he entered the kitchen.

  He picked up the novel she’d left on the counter. “Do you like this author, Ellis Bell?”

  “I’ve never read anything else by him or her.”

  “Her? It’s a masculine name.”

  “Yes, but have you read Wuthering Heights?”

  “I haven’t, but I’ve heard about it. It has a mystical theme, does it not?”

  “Yes, but it’s a love story only a woman could write.”

  “Men believe in love.” He moved very near to her at the stove. They stood eye to eye for several seconds.

  Hannah picked up a plate and filled it with eggs and bacon. She shoved it at him. “Breakfast is ready.”

  He took the plate and sat at the table. She joined him with her own plate. They talked through the meal and ate very little, so engrossed in each other were they. The literature of the day, the possibility of a civil war, nothing was o
ut of bounds. Hannah hadn’t had such a stimulating discussion since she had left school.

  “Before I overstay my welcome, I’d better leave and let you get ready for school. Do you want me to clean up?

  “No, I have water heated for the plates, and I’m going to let them soak.”

  She saw Rocco to the door, wishing they had more time to talk. The kitchen was cold as she packed a lunch. The horse and buggy waited at the front door with old Adele pawing the ground, impatient to be off. Her husbands were off to do the day’s work and nowhere in sight. Had they tired of her already? What had gone wrong this morning? Her body felt a void, an unease, a need, and the morning with Rocco had only intensified her longing.

  She flicked the reins, and Addy pranced down the lane. The horse knew the way without guidance. They’d been making this same trek every day for two years.

  Hannah didn’t know how she survived the school day, but the children were filing out and whooping it up in the yard as they scurried home. She was alone as she had been this morning. The unfulfilled ache had not dissipated. It had grown stronger. She stuffed papers in her satchel and did up the buckle. With every movement her anger escalated. Her husbands would give her what she wanted tonight or she’d throw them both out.

  The schoolhouse door slammed. She twirled to face Rocco Ponti. “Howdy, Miz Hannah. Just stopped by to see if you needed anything.”

  “Why would I need anything?”

  “Dunno, just thought you looked a mite peaked when you left this morning.”

  “I’m perfectly fine.”

  He stepped close. She backed into the desk. He moved in closer. “Ex–excuse me, Rocco…”

  He leaned into her, causing his hair to fall against her forehead. His breath warmed her cheek. “You look tense and in need of relaxation. Brady never came into the bunkhouse this morning. I wonder where he got to all night. You don’t happen to know, do you, Hannah?”

  “N–no, I don’t. Would you kindly move back a bit?”

  “If you really want me to.” He ran his hands down her hips and scrunched up her skirt, raising it inch by inch. “Do you really want me to, darlin’?”

  Air around her ankles didn’t cool her, nor did the heat inside her dissipate when her skirt reached her thighs. He somehow switched his hands from her dress to her flesh as he continued to raise her skirt by pushing it up while he was caressing her legs. Her nipples pebbled, and her pussy dampened. Her dress reached her waist. He slid two fingers under her bloomers and whisked them off. A hard hand palmed her nether lips.

  She didn’t know where it came from, but he sheathed himself with a condom and replaced his hand with his cock. She had never noticed him unbuttoning his trousers. He rubbed his cock on her thigh then let it rest against to entrance to her pussy. She used her own hand to guide it inside her as she fell back onto the desk. His tongue explored her mouth as his cock explored her pussy. He circled it inside her instead of thrusting fast and hard as her husbands had.

  “You are luscious, Miz Hannah, truly luscious. Do you like this slow movement inside you? Or do you want more?”

  “More, harder, deeper,” she managed to get out on a ragged breath. His touch was slick and hot, and she wanted it never to end.

  He fucked her hard as she requested. Her breasts were tender from his kneading, her lips raw from his bruising kisses. Again and again, he pushed in and out of her and she begged for more. When she was nearly at the pinnacle, he stopped and bit her lip. She tasted blood.

  “Not too fast, darlin’. We don’t want this to be over too fast. He used his fingers and his cock to tease her while sucking on her nipples through the cotton of her shift. This time he let it build all the way.

  “Okay, come for me, darlin’. Come hard and loud.”

  She threw back her head and screamed out his name as she came and came and came. He shoved into her all the way and spewed so much, the excess ran over the condom he’d used. She contracted around him to squeeze out the last drops and to keep him inside her. She wanted more. But he pulled out and stepped back.

  “Darlin’ I could keep this up forever, but you’ll be missed at home and we have to talk.”

  Hannah flew to the girl’s washroom, her face burning with shame at what she had allowed to happen. She used a hankie and the dregs left in the well bucket to clean her legs of Rocco’s semen. In a moment’s panic, she feared some might have gotten inside her. Nothing for it now. She’d never be able to face him, to face Wade and Brady after this. She couldn’t pretend it to be a one-time mistake because she wanted more of Rocco and his cock. He seemed to know a lot more about pleasing a woman then her husbands did.

  The door opened, and Rocco pulled her into his arms. “I know this is all very new to you. And I know you sleep with both Wade and Brady.”

  “Sex seems to have taken over my life. It’s all I think about.”

  “It’s all most men think about, so why should it be different for a woman who enjoys it? Don’t make a big thing out of what just happened. If what you want is to forget it ever happened, we can do that.”

  “But I don’t want to forget. I want to be with you like that again.”

  “Okay, darlin’, then we have to lay it out in the open. We have to talk to your husband and Brady and let them know.”

  “Oh, dear. What if they get angry? What if they hate me? What if—”

  “Sh, sh, sh. I bet they love you so much, they’ll agree to whatever makes you happy. Did I make you happy, just now?”

  “Oh, my, yes.”

  “Then, let’s get home and talk to the others.”

  Rocco rode his horse alongside her buggy, but when they reached the ranch, Hannah asked him to retreat. “I want to do this alone.”

  Rocco tipped his hat and went to the bunkhouse.

  Hannah unhitched Addy from the buggy and led her to the back pasture. As she rounded the barn to go to the house, Wade and Brady were washing up at the well. Vern rang the triangle hanging on his front porch to announce dinner was ready.

  Wade rushed to Hannah once he realized she was watching them. “You’re a bit later than usual. Everything all right?”

  “Perfect.” She let him hug and fondle her until Brady joined them.

  “Hungry as a lonesome hog. Goin’ in to dinner with us, Hannah?” Brady moved in close but didn’t touch her. Too many eyes could be on them out here. He whispered, “Wade and me had to leave fast this morning ’cause we hadn’t discussed the ways of doin’ what uh, you wanted. You know with both of us at the same time? Now, we talked about it and we think we got it all figured out.”

  “Good. I have another matter to talk about with you later.”

  They gave her quizzical glances. “Sure, darlin’, but did you hear what Brady said? We can do what you want tonight. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

  “I haven’t changed my mind about that, but I may make an amendment to our agreement.” She walked toward her own house. “I don’t believe I’ll be eating at Vern’s. I’m going to fix something simple, and, since you’ll be going back out in the fields after dinner, I’ll take a nap. Wake me if I’m asleep when you come in.”

  In her imagination, her back caught darts from the stares her husbands gave her as she left them standing there. She smiled. They’d agree to whatever she wanted. Rocco was right. Now, all she wanted to do was snuggle into her bed and replay everything her new lover had done to her on that schoolroom desk.

  She boiled an egg and slathered some home-churned butter on a chunk of bread for her meal. Undressed to her slip for her nap, Hannah contemplated sleeping naked. It appealed to her, but felt too decadent this early in the day. The crude cotton of her slip bunched under her when she tossed, and wishes of silk undergarments flitted into her dreams.

  “I’d like to give you silks and satins and furs.”

  Hannah was immediately awake. The voice was neither Brady’s nor Wade’s. She looked up into the face of Rocco Ponti. “How did you know what I’d been dr
eaming? And what are you doing up here?”

  “Your husbands have gone back out to the fields, so no one saw me. Did you talk to them about us?”

  “No, I haven’t figured out what to say,” Hannah mumbled as she scooted to a sitting position up against the headboard. “What do you expect will happen when I tell them I lay with you and intend to do it again?”

  “Maybe they’ll ask me to be a third husband.”

  “Unlikely,” a voice from the doorway shouted. Wade bounded into the room. “What in Sam Hill are you doing in my bedroom, Rocco?”

  “I’m talking to Hannah.”

  “You don’t talk to a man’s wife when she’s in bed in her underwear without expecting to get beaten to a bloody pulp.”

  Despite the warmth of the evening, Hannah pulled the bedclothes up to her neck. “Please stop, Wade. I’ve invited Rocco to join us.”

  Wade came to the side of the bed opposite Rocco and glared at her. “What in hell do you mean, join us?”

  “I want him to join us in our marriage.”

  “Hannah!” Brady came rushing in. “What’s going on here?” He shot a menacing glance Rocco’s way.

  “Hannah wants him.” Wade gestured toward Rocco with his thumb. “She wants him to be a third husband.”

  Brady held onto the footboard and leaned over Hannah. “Does he know—uh—everything?”

  “He figured it out and visited me at school today with a proposition, and I accepted. I think I’m in love with him, too. We think alike and talk about things important to me. I need that in my life.”

  Brady, hands on hips, stepped so close to Rocco that he had to lean back out of Brady’s way. “You, downstairs. Hannah, get dressed and come into the parlor. We will talk like civilized people in a civilized location.”

  Rocco nodded to the room and went into the hall. Wade and Brady followed.

  Hannah released the breath she’d been holding and slid her feet to the floor. She quickly threw a nightgown over her head, not trusting the men alone for long. Without her calming influence, they might kill each other. She crept down the stairs carrying her shoes, hoping to hear their conversation, but the house was quiet. At the bottom of the staircase, she put on her shoes and walked as sedately as she could manage into the parlor. Wade and Brady sat stiffly on the sofa, scowls on both their faces. Rocco casually leaned on the fireplace, one elbow braced on the mantel. Hannah chose a ladder-backed chair so as to sit tall and perhaps look more commanding. If her husbands didn’t agree, she might become a deceitful sneak finding ways to meet Rocco alone or else try to avoid him completely. Neither course appealed to her.