Flirting With The Law (Outlaw Brides Book 1)

by Vanessa Vale

  Licking my dry lips, I glanced at Landon’s dark gaze, Seth’s almost playful one.

  “I liked it… I liked it when you touched me. There.”

  “There?” Landon asked. He would give no quarter. “Your ass?”

  I nodded, my face even hotter than seconds before.

  “Say it.”

  “I liked it when you touched—” I took a deep breath, let it out. “—when you touched my ass.”

  Both men grinned and Landon pulled me to him for a kiss, his cock pressing into my belly, our knees bumping on the bed. “Are you wet for us?”

  I nodded.

  “Good girl.” He settled back on his heels and I looked down at his cock. It was a plum color, so swollen the skin had felt hot and tight. “Then climb on. Take me for a ride.”

  I went up on my knees and moved even closer, hovering over his cock as his hands went around my back. I felt the flared head of it slip over my slick folds. I was wet. So very wet.

  Meeting his dark gaze, I saw the heat there. The need, and it was all for me. Not looking away, I lowered myself, taking him deep. Deeper still. “Oh my.”

  Once he was in all the way, I sat upon his thighs. Even after the way they were all over me the night before, I needed time to adjust, my inner walls stretching to make room. He wasn’t small. Neither was Seth. But Landon was patient, one hand supporting me, the other stroking my back. There wasn’t a question of when I would start to move. I just did. I needed to.

  “That’s it. Make yourself feel good.”

  I watched him for a bit, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The feel of him, the way he was able to go so deep, rub over new places inside, had my lids falling closed. I moved, shifted, circled, rode his cock with abandon, chasing the pleasure he was giving me. No, I was taking.

  My head fell back when he kissed down my neck, over my shoulder. With his hand wrapped around me, he angled me back to take a nipple in his mouth.

  I barely noticed the bed dip with Seth’s weight as he moved behind me, his hands joining Landon’s on my back. When I was pulled back upright and Landon’s mouth found mine, I felt Seth’s hand slide lower and lower still, slipping into the seam of my bottom and over—

  “Seth!”

  I opened my eyes and found Landon watching me closely. “Let him play. He’ll make you feel good.”

  Seth’s finger slid gossamer soft over my back entrance, so lightly I wasn’t even sure if he’d done it, but the sharp burst of pleasure that contact elicited only pushed me closer to the brink. The single digit was cold and slippery, as if it were coated in something slick. He didn’t do more than circle and press, circle and press and I was reassured. I began to move once again.

  “Good?” Seth added.

  I nodded, bit my lip. “You said you would take me there. Are you going to do that?” I asked. The idea wasn’t as crazy as I’d thought when they told me what they’d eventually do.

  “Hell, no. You’re going to come as I play and Landon fucks you. You’re not ready for my cock here yet, but you’ll have an idea of what it will be like.”

  I didn’t think I could take much more and somehow Landon knew. His hands slid to my hips and he began to lift and lower me, taking back control. While he gave my legs a rest, he pushed me to the brink of pleasure. With each downward press, Seth’s finger nudged a little more insistently until at last my body adjusted and opened for it. Just a little, but enough for the tip to slip inside. That was all it took to come.

  I bit my lip, barely remembering I had to remain quiet. Whimpers slipped past and I felt my body clench and squeeze down on Landon’s cock and Seth’s fingertip. Landon’s hands tightened and he forced me down onto him as he lifted his own hips up, going so deep that it offered a slight bite of pain as he came. That, and the penetration of Seth’s finger, only made my orgasm continue. On and on.

  “She’s so tight, squeezing me so hard,” Seth said, laying a line of kisses along my sweaty shoulder. I couldn’t catch my breath and I was thrilled to have two men support me. Seth pulled his finger from me, but Landon remained motionless, his cock still thick and hard inside me, although I could feel his seed slipping from me.

  “Here, sweetheart. You did so well with my finger, it’s time for this.”

  Seth grinned as he held up a small wooden object.

  “Is that a sock darner?” I asked, my voice almost sleepy sounding from my climax. I took my hands from Landon’s shoulders and brushed my hair back.

  Seth shook his head. “Nope. This is for your ass. As I said, you’re not ready for our cocks yet and this will help.”

  I grabbed the object from him. “That’s going where?”

  He snatched it back and moved around behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him grab a glass jar, dip his fingers in and coat the wooden thing so it was shiny and slick.

  I tried to move off Landon’s lap then, but his cock deep inside kept me from going anywhere. It was one thing to accept Seth’s finger, but that?

  “Oh no.”

  “Shh,” Landon crooned. When a long tendril of hair wouldn’t stay back, he pushed the stubborn strands back for me. “We will only give you pleasure, sweetheart. We want to claim you together eventually and we don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Then don’t do it,” I countered. It was hard to have a snap to my voice when I’d come so hard and so well and Landon was still inside me. Also, they knew I came even harder because of Seth’s finger in one very specific location. I was arguing out of principal, not because I didn’t believe them.

  And Landon noticed that easily enough. “There is no shame in what we do together,” he offered, tipping my chin up so I had to look at him. “When you let go and give yourself to us, you’re so beautiful. We can see the real you. Honest. Perfect. You will trust us to take care of you?”

  I searched his eyes, saw no malice there. While I was wary of men after what Mr. Rollins had done, comparing them to the malicious banker did Landon and Seth a disservice. They were honorable. Trustworthy.

  I wasn’t. I was an outlaw. A retired outlaw, but to them, I was still a criminal, and I was their wife. They saw the real me, or thought they did, but there was one huge truth in the way.

  “I…I trust you, but I need to tell you something.”

  I’d come clean with them. There was nothing between us now, the act we’d just shared so intimate that I wanted to bare my soul.

  Landon stroked my cheek, began to move slightly inside me, making my thoughts slip away.

  “Is it about how you’re going to come for us?”

  I could do nothing but shake my head.

  “Then later. Tell us later. Now, all you have to do now is feel. All right?”

  He smiled, leaned in and offered me a gentle kiss. The soft rasp of his beard was becoming familiar and wanted. So sweet. Tender. “That’s my girl. Let Seth work that plug in, then it will be his turn to fuck you.”

  When Landon lowered his head to kiss me again, I knew I was lost, I’d give in to whatever they wanted to do to me because…I trusted them.

  But in the corner of my mind, the spot that wasn’t overwhelmed with lust and arousal, I worried that once they knew the truth, they wouldn’t be able to trust me at all.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Seth

  “We were a little busy earlier, but tell us, sweetheart, how you’ve supported yourself all these years since your husband died.”

  We were in the stage headed to Rollinsville, the town of the third bank robbery. Another man had ridden with us from Helena to the second stop, but we were now alone for the remainder of the journey.

  Thankfully, we were alone and could touch her as we wished.

  I sat beside Maddie, Landon across from us. It was rough going, the ride unbelievably bumpy from the spring rains turning the ground into mud, then drying into deep, hard ruts.

  I couldn’t imagine the journey being all too comfortable for her since I’d worked the plug into her ass and then fucked her with
it in. She was tight there, her ass would all but strangle my cock even after we’d readied her—my cock grew hard at the thought. Fortunately, she liked ass play and while she struggled with the idea, her body enjoyed what we did. Well, once we made her brainless with pleasure.

  When she winced at a strong jolt instead of responding, I pulled her onto my lap. Her discomfort was our fault and I needed to ease it.

  “Better?”

  She squirmed a bit and her eyes widened when she felt my cock. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Don’t worry,” I said, looking into her green eyes. “It’s always hard when you’re around.”

  She flushed and I could tell she was pleased knowing I was aroused constantly by her. While she was a confident woman, independent and self-reliant for years, I realized she reveled in praise.

  “You want to know how I lived as a twenty year-old widow?” I didn’t respond, so she continued. “Well, when Orville died, I went back to my father’s ranch.”

  “Is that where you live now?”

  “Do you mean have you just gained a ranch at our marriage?” she countered, her voice a little tart. A wife’s property, whether it be land or riches, became her husband’s property upon marriage. I wasn’t interested in any of that. We hadn’t married her for money.

  Landon had one foot on the floor, one propped up beside Maddie on the bench. He’d been quiet through our chat and only stroked his beard now. We’d learned that not talking sometimes worked as well in interrogations as asking many questions. Not that I was interrogating our bride. I was just curious. She was right. We didn’t know all that much about each other.

  “No. The ranch was…um, gone before my father died.”

  “Gone?” With one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh, I gave her a slight squeeze, urging her on.

  She looked down at her fingers folded in her lap and I felt her body stiffen. “It was taken, by the bank.”

  This was a sore subject for her.

  “How did you live then?”

  Her eyes met mine, her chin tipped up. Defiant. Angry. “My father didn’t live, actually. The ranch being taken from us destroyed him. His heart gave out. He died within two weeks of the buildings being burned.”

  Landon pulled his leg back, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. He swayed slightly with the stage.

  “What do you mean, burned?”

  She took a deep breath, but didn’t relax. “I mean that when my father refused to sell, the bank changed the note to a number we couldn’t afford. So the property was taken. Then, as we were leaving, the men from the bank set the house and the outbuildings on fire.”

  I tightened my jaw at the injustice of it. “Did your father do something to—”

  She tried to shift off my lap at my accusing words, but I held her tight. “Of course not. The banker was just mad that my father wouldn’t sell. Ultimately, the man got what he wanted without a dime in payment, then burned it down to prove it meant nothing to him.”

  I had a bad feeling in my gut. Looking at Landon, he’d come to the same conclusion I had. “Who’s the banker?”

  Maddie huffed out a breath. “Mr. Rollins, owner of the Rollins Bank and founder of the town we’re headed to.”

  “Shit.” Landon’s murmur was hard to hear over the horses’ hooves, the poor springs of the stage and the wooden wheels, but I heard it nonetheless. I couldn’t have agreed more.

  It seemed we weren’t the only ones who didn’t like Rollins. His man, Timms, had to drink himself into a stupor to be able to stand before him and tell him the Helena bank had been robbed. And now, it seemed Maddie had been affected, very deeply, by the man. It was the first time I didn’t really care if I caught a criminal. If the only person truly affected by the woman’s robberies was Rollins, then I wasn’t as committed to my task as I should have been. Having a warm and willing female in my lap didn’t hurt either.

  Maddie looked between the two of us. “You know him?”

  Landon nodded, ran a hand over his face, then offered her a weak smile. “He was the man we met yesterday.”

  She straightened in my lap. “Mr. Rollins hired US Marshals to find the bank robber?”

  “She took all his money, all that wasn’t in the safe. I’d say he took a pretty big loss for the robberies.”

  “All his money?” she said, her voice raising. She slid off my lap to sit in the seat across from me. “All? How do you know he’s telling you the truth?” Her color was high and she bit her lip. “I mean, I just know how ruthless he is. While he didn’t kill Daddy outright, his actions certainly helped him into an early grave.”

  Earlier, I’d mentioned the robber had cleaned Rollins out, but she’d been naked and, if I remembered correctly, Landon had been fucking her at the time. I doubted she remembered.

  “If the investigation tells us otherwise, then we’ll confront Rollins. We follow the facts. We—”

  There was a hideous sound of wood and metal rubbing and breaking. The stage dipped, lifted and then fell hard onto the side. The momentum of it had me sliding across the seat as it tipped. I reached out and grabbed Maddie as she fell on top of me, pulled her close so I took the brunt of the jarring impact. Dust kicked up and I coughed. Long grass, pressed flat from the weight of the stage, slid past as the horses continued to pull, slowed, then finally stopped when the effort to continue was too great.

  Maddie struggled against my tight hold and I let her sit up, her elbow going into my ribs. I winced and sucked in some air.

  “Maddie?” Landon said.

  “I’m…I’m all right.”

  I looked up at her. Other than her hat being knocked off and a section of her hair hanging down over her shoulder, she looked whole.

  I’d hit my shoulder on impact and knew it would be bruised, but didn’t feel any pain to indicate something was broken. We’d been lucky.

  Landon’s hand slapped the side of the stage, now laying on the ground and pushed off, stood. He had to bend his knees so his head wouldn’t hit the other side, then pushed open the door. It banged as it fell down against the outside. Standing tall, his arms and shoulders were outside of the stage. He looked about, but I couldn’t see his expression for the glare of the sun.

  After a quick survey, he squatted down, careful not to step on either of us. “I’m going to climb up and out, then reach down and lift you. All right?”

  Maddie nodded.

  Landon retrieved his hat, then maneuvered himself up and out and knelt on the side of the stage, reaching in. “Take my hand, sweetheart.”

  She looked to me, worried. “I’ll be right behind you.”

  Reaching up, she grabbed Landon’s hand and he lifted her right up and out. Her skirts were a swirl about her legs as they dangled until she was able to get a knee beside Landon, then sit next to him. Once she was clear, I stood and we were almost at eye level.

  “Where’s the driver?” I asked, squinting against the bright sun as I looked around. The horses were unsettled, snorting and puffing, shifting their feet, but without any ability to move. The reins kept them secured to the tipped stage. But, all four were standing and seemed unharmed. I didn’t want to have to put down a horse today.

  “I can’t see him,” Landon replied, his voice grim. The man wasn’t coming to our aid and he wasn’t sprawled out in the grass if he’d been thrown from the stage as I’d assumed, so that meant he could be trapped beneath it. “Stay here.” Deftly, Landon slid off the side and walked around the back. As he did so, I pulled myself out and sat beside Maddie, my feet dangling into the cabin.

  “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” I looked her over as she tucked her hair back into its pins.

  “No. I’m fine. Shaken, surely, but fine.” Yes, her hands shook as she fixed her hair.

  I gave a decisive nod and a quick prayer of thanks. This could have been much worse. We’d all discover new bruises and probably be sore once the surprise wore off.

  Landon checked the horses, then
joined us, his face grim. “I have to prepare you, sweetheart. The driver’s dead.”

  Stoically, she bit her lip. Had she already assumed the worst?

  His dark gaze met mine, I knew there was more. We’d worked together for too long for me to miss he was bothered by something other than the accident. Holding up his hands for her, Maddie slid off the side of the stage, trusting him to catch her.

  I jumped down beside them, getting the first view of the carnage. The back wheel had been ripped clean off the stage and it was lying about twenty feet away in the broken grass.

  “You don’t seem to be a fainter, but you’ve had a shock.” Landon moved to stand directly in front of Maddie, put his big hands on her slim shoulders. Bent down so they were eye level. If he leaned forward, they would kiss. “You know the driver’s dead and I can’t keep what happened to him from you because I have something I need to show you.” Landon pointed around the back of the stage, then settled his hand on her shoulder again. I wasn’t sure if it was a reassuring gesture of to keep her from bolting. Not that she had anywhere to go out on the prairie. The nearest town had to be at least five miles away.

  Landon stood and took her elbow. “Let’s go this way around, away from the horses. They’re skittish enough as it is.”

  I followed, felt a dull pain in my right hip.

  “The driver’s pinned under the stage,” he shared.

  He was taking Maddie to see a dead body?

  I hastened my steps to go past them, ignoring my bumps and bruises. Toward the front I saw the driver’s boots sticking out. Landon had tossed a pale blue dress over him haphazardly. At first, I was confused by what I was seeing, then I realized he’d grabbed a dress that had fallen out of Maddie’s suitcase to shield our wife from the worst, but why? Why come to this side of the stage? She could easily have avoided such a shocking sight by remaining on the far side until we’d unhitched the horses.

  That meant there was something else Landon wanted us to see. For Maddie to see.

  I spun about, took in the strewn suitcases and bags that had been perched on the roof of the stage. A few wooden boxes had been split open, coils of barbed wire spilling out. Besides taking passengers, the stage was paid to deliver goods across the territory. I saw my bag, Landon’s as well. Maddie’s small bag was nearby, unopened, but a second suitcase of hers, hard sided and a dark, battered leather, was open. Her clothing was strewn across the grass—one of the items now covering the driver—but also something else.