“I never would have let the man carry on, but I knew you had concerns about Maddox. I’m certain if he’d known why Maddox wanted that land, he’d have said.”
“You think Maddox got wind of the geologist’s report and is buying up land on speculation?”
“Men have done it when they thought rail lines would be going through. Why not for this, too?” Warren asked.
“I suppose it’s possible. I just can’t see where anyone would make any money from it, I guess. I mean, how much kerosene is burned in a year?” He fell silent for a moment. The piece of news that was most unsettling was that bit about Maddox running low on capital. Looking at the man, and the way he carried on, you’d never know it.
“You have a point,” Warren conceded.
His heavy sigh made Adam smile. Warren spent far too much time thinking and not enough having fun. “The matter will keep.” He stroked his hand down Warren’s chest, pleased when the man’s cock came to life. “Will you let me fuck you?”
The mixture of heat and fear in Warren’s eyes brought all of Adam’s emotions into play. He knew Warren feared discovery. He also knew he loved being fucked.
“Can we put out the light?”
One of Adam’s cherished dreams was to help Warren become more comfortable with himself, with who he was, and how he loved. But until that day arrived, Adam would continue to do all he could to show Warren that he was loved, completely and unconditionally.
“Of course we can.”
It took only a moment to get out of bed, go over to the lamp, and blow it out. The scent of the kerosene rose up strong for one moment, then dissipated.
Adam crawled back onto the bed, his hands seeking and finding his lover. Warren was waiting for him, eager to return caresses and kisses. When Adam wet his fingers and stroked them over his anus, Warren began to pant, his arousal wringing a keening moan that stirred Adam’s passion.
Rolling to his knees, he begged without words. Rising above him, Adam pressed the head of his cock against the prepared opening, groaning in pure bliss as his cock sank slow and deep.
The fears of the night forgotten for the moment, Adam gloried in the depths of his lover’s body, taking and giving until nothing in the world existed but the pleasure and the rapture.
* * * *
No wind teased the flames of the fire as golden flickering light bathed her lovers. Sarah would never forget the sight of them, naked, aglow. Caleb looked down at her, his smile promising earthy delights, pleasures she now craved more than water or food. In the back of her mind lay the certain knowledge that if not for them, she would have spent the rest of her life without passion, without love. What the three of them did together would certainly be considered a sin by others. But she could not—would not—believe something that felt so right, so destined, could ever truly be wrong.
She was meant for these men just as they had been meant for her.
“Serious look on your face, sweetheart,” Caleb came down beside her on the blankets, his face above hers, the glittering heat in his eyes potent.
“That’s because I seriously want you.” She’d always known she had a bold streak in her but never imagined it manifesting in quite this way. And while she knew in the light of day saying such a thing would make her blush, here in the dark of night, naked, the words freed her. She turned her head slightly to look at Joshua who stood above her, his magnificent cock rigid and ready. “I want you both.”
“Will you take us both at the same time?” Caleb asked.
She turned back to face him. “Something new?”
“Yes. Something new and definitely naughty.” He kissed her, his tongue stroking her lips then sliding into her mouth, tasting, dancing with hers. “It may hurt a little the first time.”
His caution whispered against her mouth. Why did those words, that veiled threat, thrill her?
Joshua knelt then on the other side of her. The heat from their bodies warmed her to her core.
“We want to be inside you at the same time,” Joshua said against her neck. He nuzzled and she stretched, giving him more room. That action brought her lips closer to Caleb. Needing his taste, she stretched just a bit more and mated her mouth to his.
Hot and wet, spicy and daring, she explored his lips, sucked his tongue into her mouth, and felt her arousal climbing. When he gently parted his lips from hers, Joshua reached for her, drew her onto her side. He brought her left leg up, draped it over his hips, and pulled her flush against him.
Sarah didn’t wait but wrapped her arms around Joshua’s neck and kissed him. Her hunger knew no bounds as she undulated her hips, rubbing her mons against his stiff cock. She felt her moisture rushing to bathe her inner channel, prepare her for his penetration.
Something wet and cool brushed across her anus, back and forth touches that sent a shiver over her entire body.
“Here,” Caleb whispered against the shell of her ear. “I want to fuck you right here while Joshua has his cock in your cunt. We’ll both fuck you at the same time. Are you bold enough?”
“Oh, God.” She’d had no idea such a thing was possible, let alone done. She heard the sound, knew Caleb sucked his finger into his mouth. Then he placed it there, right there against her back entrance, and began to push.
Joshua held his cock and rubbed it against her slit, teasing that tiny bud that gave her so much trembling temptation.
Caleb sucked the shell of her ear into his mouth, and she surged her hips forward in response, capturing Joshua’s cock between the lips of her pussy.
Joshua thrust into her, impaling her deeply.
Sarah sighed, the sensation of fullness a pleasure of its own. Her nipples pressed against Joshua’s chest, and his hand on her hip, securing her, made her feel even more possessed.
His mouth took hers, his tongue slick and tasty.
Caleb shifted behind her, moved closer, and pressed the head of his cock against her anus.
“Let me fuck you here, Sarah.”
The heat of his cock there made her womb clench. She wanted to thrust against him, the need a new kind of arousal.
She would have them both inside her at the same time!
“Yes.”
“Hold on to me,” Joshua said.
Joshua pulled her closer so that her breasts pressed even tighter against him. She was bent forward, her ass reaching toward Caleb.
Then he pressed his hot, swollen rod harder on her tiny virgin entrance. She felt the burning as her body began to open, the tiny pucker stretching and giving way one heartbeat at a time.
Joshua reached down and found the tiny button of her clit at the top of her pussy. He stroked a finger back and forth, his actions urging tiny waves of pleasure.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Caleb whispered as he thrust his hips forward in short jabs. His cock never left that small hole, and each forward surge brought him just a tiny bit more into her.
“When I’m not inside you, I want to be. You feel so good around my cock, Sarah. You belong to us. Now and forever. Ours. Only ours.”
The burning turned to a hotter pain as he pressed against her, but instead of making Sarah cringe away from it, this pain increased her arousal, made her want more. Caleb’s hands stroked her sides and her bottom, Joshua continued to stroke her clit. He took her mouth with his, his tongue salacious, his mouth sucking, owning hers. Then his lips caressed the flesh of her neck, and Caleb reached a hand into her hair, drew her head back. His lips devoured hers, his hunger for her so great, so forceful, she could only open her mouth, surrender to him completely.
Her anus opened, and the head of his cock slipped inside.
“Hold still, Sarah.” Caleb hissed, his breath hot on her neck. She felt his shivers, or were they hers? Hold still? She couldn’t.
“More.” Her hips searched forward, then back, seeking, reaching. Close? There was a greedy yearning beyond close, she knew that now. Would the ecstasy be beyond, as well?
“So tight,” Joshua said.
Sarah wondered if he could feel the presence of his brother, if her flesh that separated them allowed them that sensation.
The thought sent her over the edge of close to there. Sarah screamed as the waves of bliss broke over her, spasm after spasm of thrilling rapture that consumed her body, took over her will. Her hips surged back, then forward and back again.
“Damn.” Caleb’s near cry alerted her that his control had snapped as he pumped in and out of her body.
“So good,” Joshua said, his hips thrusting in the same cadence as Caleb plundered her body, in and out.
Sarah screamed again, the rapturous pounding of two cocks feeding the firestorm of sensation. Pleasure became everything and all. It became more and rose higher and she wondered, faintly, how a body could endure such a maelstrom of emotion and sensation and survive.
“I love you.”
They’d said it at the same time, together, two male voices sounding as one. Sarah drifted in the aftermath, tiny shocks rippling her skin.
“I love you.” She said it once for both, and wondered in that moment if they weren’t all transformed, somehow remade from three into one.
Chapter 14
His brother had been born first, leading the way out of their mother’s womb. Joshua could see no reason to question God’s judgment in this ordering and was content to let Caleb lead the way ever since.
If there were times when he would have challenged that order, it was only when in leading Caleb put himself in danger.
Joshua would die to protect his brother.
He knew Caleb felt the same way about him. He considered himself one of the luckiest people in the world, that his brother and best friend were one and the same. They knew of other families where the siblings not only didn’t consider themselves to be friends, they were very nearly enemies.
Joshua couldn’t understand that. He wondered if their closeness did come from the fact they were twins and came to the conclusion that was probably so.
Up ahead, Caleb, riding the point, stopped and raised his hand. Joshua looked around, his senses heightened. This would be their last full day on the trail. Denison was only a few hours ride ahead. Shortly now, they would be leaving Indian Territory behind and entering the great state of Texas.
Joshua thought he might feel safer in Indian Territory.
The sun hung low in the western horizon. Around them, the land stretched out, rolling grasslands dotted with forests. The plentiful rivers and lakes of the last week had ended. A few rivers still meandered through the land but fewer and farther between. Indian Territory seemed a veritable Garden of Eden compared to his home state.
The wind picked up a couple of hours before, and within its swirls, dust and grit littered the air. Just ahead, where the trail split, south-west to the Choctaw city of Durant and south to the relatively new railroad town of Denison, a small river gurgled over rocks. The water in early spring neared the edges of the banks. Now, edging into full summer, Joshua knew the waterway resembled a stream more than a river. They’d have water to heat for coffee and maybe for a bit of a clean-up from the trail dust. They likely wouldn’t be able to sink chin-deep, though.
By that river, they’d make camp for the night. Tomorrow they’d get a room in the hotel he and Caleb saw their last time through Denison. Joshua smiled as he thought about providing Sarah with a hot bath tomorrow night, the first since they’d left Springfield. This time, he and Caleb would be on hand to scrub her back and enjoy the luxury of steaming water themselves.
Caleb turned his horse so that he faced them. “I think we’re on our own, now.”
Joshua let his gaze sweep to the east and then the west. Since their encounter with the Cherokee, they hadn’t really been alone. There’d been Cherokee and then Choctaw warriors within a few minutes ride, shadowing them. Now as he turned his senses to his surroundings, he noticed what Caleb had noticed first. Their escort had left them.
“Probably because we’re close to the border,” Joshua said.
“Yeah, that’s what I figure. Let’s make camp. Then one of us can ride into Durant.”
“We’re not all going into town?” Sarah asked.
Joshua heard the note of wistfulness in her voice and knew Caleb did, too. He and his brother stared at each other. Caleb sent him a look that Joshua had no trouble reading.
“We both know you want a bath and a real bed, sweetheart,” Joshua said. “Thing is, we’re expecting trouble. Our friend Adam, who’s a Texas Ranger, will have arranged for us to have some re-enforcements once we get to Denison. You’ll have that bed and bath there tomorrow night. Here in Indian Territory, it’s just the three of us. We can’t risk you.”
“All right. I did promise to trust you, and I do. I’m just getting a little tired of sleeping outside on the ground.”
Joshua urged his horse to close the distance between him and Sarah. Their current mounts, spotted Indian ponies, had many advantages over the horses they’d left Springfield on. Cherokee-trained horses made the best rides in the world, in his opinion. They could ride faster and longer and took less time to recover. Now, as Joshua edged his mount right next to Sarah’s, neither horse shied being forced to stand so close together.
He leaned over and kissed Sarah’s lips lightly. “That is the first word of complaint I’ve heard out of you, and it’s not even what I’d consider a real complaint. Most men I know would have been crying long before now. You’re one hell of a woman, Sarah Maddox.”
Sarah seemed not to know what to do with his compliment. He just smiled at her, then looked over at Caleb when his brother approached.
“Joshua is exactly right. I wish we could take you to Durant. But your safety is far more important than your comfort.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”
“Hell, Sarah, don’t apologize. We’re part of the reason you’re so tired.” Joshua knew it for the truth. He could tell from Caleb’s expression that his brother had the same idea. “Maybe after I get back from town and we have some dinner, Caleb and I can do something to refresh you for a change, instead of just using you for our greedy pleasure.”
“I’ll have you know, sir, I find your greedy pleasure pretty darn refreshing.”
Joshua couldn’t hold back his laughter. “That may be, sweetheart, but I bet you’ll find what we have in mind even more so.”
* * * *
“How does that feel?”
“Mmm.” Sarah drifted in a sea of warmth and relaxation, the effort required to speak somehow just not in her power at the moment.
Joshua had ridden into Durant shortly after they’d made camp and returned just a half hour before.
He and Caleb had friends in the town, and he’d gone to enlist their aid in monitoring the area. Durant lay close to Denison, Caleb had explained, and it could very well be that whoever had hired the bastards who’d tried to kill her might have been laying in wait for her in Durant.
Joshua had brought back more than information from town.
“One of our friend’s mothers makes a lot of medicines and poultices and liniments. One in particular we think you’ll like. And we know how to use it.”
She now could attest that indeed, they did.
They’d put the bedrolls together as they had been doing ever since they’d become lovers. Then, as a special treat, Joshua spread a piece of very fine linen over the wool blankets.
They’d heated water and bathed her as she stood naked before them. Even their most intimate touch failed to conjure her embarrassment as they interspersed their cleansing caresses with kisses. When she was clean and dry, she lay down on her stomach on the bed they’d made and, oh, the fine linen felt delicious against her naked flesh.
The brothers then knelt on the makeshift bed, one on either side of her. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” Neither of them was undressed yet, and she didn’t think that was fair.
“Tonight isn’t about us, remember? Now hush,” Caleb said. “Just enjoy
what we’re going to do to you.”
They put their hands on her, hands that held some sort of fragrant liniment that seemed to warm as they worked it into her flesh. From her back to her arms, to her bottom and her legs, and even her toes, not one inch of her flesh escaped their ministrations.
She’d not wanted to say how sore she’d been getting the last couple of days. Her back and her limbs ached with all the unfamiliar activity, from all the horseback riding, and their more intimate nighttime forays.
Caleb and Joshua erased that soreness now as if it never existed.
When they cradled her hands, rubbed, caressed each finger, Sarah sighed. This bed beneath her may have been simple blankets on the hard ground, but with their attention to her body, she became so relaxed, so comfortable, she could have been on the most lavish feather bed ever made.
“Over, sweetheart. Close your eyes and just drift.” Hands turned her so she lay supine. It was easy to close her eyes, as her lids became too heavy to keep open.
Drift. What an accurate word for the state she’d assumed. Drift. She recalled one summer when she and her cousins used a small boat to explore the lake bordering their property. The sensation of rocking gently on the water that lazy afternoon had lulled her into a half sleep. So it was now. The treatment her men gave her put her in mind of that long ago summer. Yes, she drifted, and it felt fabulous.
Drifting loosened the control she’d held on her thoughts, on the dark reality of having a killer on her trail. Drifting sent her mind to wandering where she’d kept it back. She’d not allowed herself to think of what the future might hold. She had convinced herself that facing Tyrone Maddox would be a simple affair, that he would be a reasonable man who would, once he received the promise of compensation, be happy to grant her an annulment.
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