Her Dominant Saviors

by Bonnie Parker

  “Waitin’ for what?”

  Sarah made a noise close to a growl that only made James’s smile spread wider. Blasted man always had to be so difficult. “For everything.” Billy laughed and pulled her into his arms. “So are we.”

  “Then we can go?” She’d half expected them to argue or spank her again for making a demand rather than asking. An echoing sting sizzled through her bottom, a memory of the last deviously delicious spanking she’d endured by James’s hands.

  “We’ll go,” James promised her. “And while we’re in town, I’ll talk to the sheriff, see if he’s gotten a hunch who’s really behind all this cattle mess.”

  “You’ll talk to the Wilsons, too, won’t you?” Sarah asked, remembering his mentioning the newly hitched couple and their need for a place of their own.

  James nodded. “If you’re fine with them movin’ onto your land.” Sarah shrugged. “It’ll still belong to me, least until we come to some kind of agreement otherwise. I’d rather see them livin’ there than I would watch the land go to ruins.”

  “Then I’ll talk to the Wilsons, too.”

  * * * *

  The folks in the town of Laramie looked at Sarah with expressions of equal parts scorn and jealously. Most still believed her to be a cattle rustler, no matter that her sentence to hang had been overthrown, no matter that James and Billy had come to her rescue with a story that provided her an alibi. The fact that James and Billy had stood up for her likely made it all worse, seeing as many thought the Cassidy brothers too good of men to be mixed up with the likes of her.

  Despite it all, Sarah kept her chin high, refusing to let the narrow-minded cowards darken her beautiful day. And it was a beautiful day, with the sun high and bright in a cloudless sky, birds singing their songs, and a gentle spring breeze caressing the air. It reminded her much of the day she’d stood with her neck in a noose outside the very courthouse where she and Billy had just returned a mere week and a half later to get hitched.

  Amazing how much a life can change in less than fourteen days’ time, she thought as she rode between James and Billy on their way back from town in the early-morning light. She recollected the last time they made this journey together.

  They hadn’t trusted her enough to give her a horse to ride, much less the space to ride it. They’d expected her to run.

  She smiled to herself. They’d been right, too.

  They trusted her now, though, and rightfully so. The thought of running, of returning to the lonely life she’d led, no longer crossed her mind. She might have fought it tooth and nail, and damn if she’d ever admit it aloud, but they’d been right.

  Here with them, between them, was exactly where she belonged.

  Her heart skipped a beat as the Cassidy house came into view. It’s my house now, too, she thought and marveled at the overwhelming sense of calm and comfort that came over her. Her serenity morphed to a wash of devilish anticipation as her gaze flicked to the bedroom window. Life might have changed a bunch in the past few days, but the changes weren’t over yet.

  Sarah shivered as trepidation mixed with desire in her bloodstream. She shot a glance Billy’s way as the three of them slowed their horses. The expression on Billy’s handsome face was a picture, she decided, happy and compassionate and full of sensuality. She turned her attention to James as she got off her horse and tethered it to the pole. The sheer sexual heat in James’s eyes when he met her gaze was enough to burn her very soul.

  “Come here.”

  The authority in James’s command sent a sliver of wicked warning through her center. He didn’t get off his horse but had stopped mere feet away, looking down at her with an expression full of promise and unbridled longing.

  Sarah walked to him, tipping her head back when she reached him so she could continue to hold his gaze. Her eyes closed a nanosecond later when he reached down to graze the backs of his fingers down the side of her face.

  “You’re finally ours,” he said softly, roughly. “No more runnin’ from us, no more fightin’.”

  Sarah shook her head. She wouldn’t run. She wouldn’t fight. Never again.

  “Now go inside and make it your home. Billy and me’ll be back once we see some things around here are tended to.”

  Sarah nodded and stepped back, wanting nothing more than to ask them to stay but knowing despite the fact that it was their wedding day there was still work to be done. That work kept her busy right up until sunset. Though there weren’t many chores to see to inside the house beyond making dinner, the time she spent woolgathering slowed her progress. All day long her mind warred with her body. Her stubbornness over taking on a woman’s place battled with the desires burning in her pussy and the love twisting around her heart. They’d changed her, as she’d known they would, instilled new longings inside her she never truly thought to feel. She wanted to be angry about that, but she couldn’t. Instead, she found herself anticipating every touch, every lick, every huskily spoken command until her channel burned and her nipples hardened to the point of pain.

  Sheer will alone kept her in check when she heard them return. She wanted to run to them, to throw all propriety and caution to the wind and jump them where they stood. Instead, she set to putting the meal she’d prepared on the table.

  Her heart skipped a beat when she heard footfalls behind her. Arms snaked around her waist and drew her close. She knew the feel of those arms, instantly recognized the hard planes of the body behind her to be Billy, and let herself melt into his embrace as he nuzzled the side of her neck.

  “Do you know how hard it was to leave you here this mornin’?” Sarah reached back, cupping his nape as she angled her head to look up at him. “Then you shouldn’t have left me. I would’ve rather been out there on the ranch than holed up here all day.”

  Billy grinned and let out a half laugh. “Still gonna give us hell about seein’ to the woman’s work and lettin’ us take care of the rest, ain’t ya?”

  “Every chance I get.”

  “She wouldn’t be our Sweet Sarah if she didn’t.”

  Sarah lifted her head and turned to find James standing just out of reach.

  Amusement played in his expression, but the heat in his eyes mirrored the fire in her pussy. “You’d be wise to remember that.”

  “There you go with that sassy tongue again, darlin’. You’d be wise to remember what happened the last time you let that pretty little mouth yabber too much.”

  Flames licked her buttocks, and her mouth watered as her gaze dropped first to his hands then slid to his crotch. She remembered all too well and, blast the sensations growing through her, she couldn’t deny she wanted to feel it again, to taste it again. Something in her expression must have given away her thoughts, because when she met his gaze again, the heat she’d noted there before had morphed to a dangerous inferno.

  “I reckon you know what temptation like that does to a starving man.”

  “I made dinner.”

  His lips twitched as he closed the distance between them and took her hand.

  “Sure is a shame to let somethin’ that smells so good go to waste, too, but the appetite I got goin’ right now ain’t gonna be satisfied by anything on that table.”

  “We’ve waited too long for you, for this.” Billy’s breath fanned the side of her neck. “We just can’t find it in us to wait a second longer.” His lips brushed the sensitive flesh just below her ear before he released her and took a step back.

  Sarah tightened her grip on James’s hand as he started to lead her to the bedroom. If she didn’t know better, she’d guess he was nervous. The thought nearly made her laugh aloud. Tough-as-nails James Cassidy would never be uneasy about taking a woman to bed and, even if he was, he damned sure would never let it show.

  No, the shaking traveling from her fingers clean to her toes was all her. Electric currents of pure panic raced through her soul at the knowledge that she would soon be between these men the way
she truly wanted to be.

  James stepped into the bedroom, turned her, and pulled her back against him as Billy moved in front. Her gaze locked with Billy’s as she felt James’s hands frame her shoulders and slowly slide down her arms. She shivered, equal parts anticipation and anxiety, as Billy dipped his head to capture her mouth at the same time that James touched his lips to the side of her neck.

  They undressed her together, not allowing her to help a morsel, all the while kissing her with a passion more tender than any they’d showed her yet. She lost herself in that passion, closing her eyes and allowing herself only to feel, to experience. She wanted to remember this moment and what would come forever in pristine detail. Only when she felt James move away from her back, felt Billy ease away from her front, did she open her eyes. She started to speak, but the sight of Billy yanking his shirt over his head pushed her into a silence of pure appreciation.

  Sarah let her gaze roam the corded muscles of his neck and chest. She licked her lips as she studied his male nipples. They looked as hard as hers felt. She wanted to taste them, to flick her tongue over the swollen pebbles as he often did to her, but the desire got lost in a slew of others as his hands reached for the waistband of his britches next.

  “Do you like watchin’ me get undressed?” Billy’s voice sounded thick, strained, as if he were struggling to hold onto his control.

  Unable to form a coherent word, Sarah settled for nodding. She heard him chuckle softly and knew he was smiling even if she couldn’t tear her attention from his hands long enough to meet his gaze. He shucked his pants down, revealing his stiff cock, and she swallowed a groan. Memories of how it had felt to wrap her lips around his shaft, to draw his cock deep down her throat, made her mouth water anew.

  Billy framed the side of her face with his palm. “I love it when you look at me that way. No resistance, just a touch of fear and a need so deep your eyes are drownin’ in it.”

  Sarah felt like she was drowning. Her pulse hammered so loudly in her ears she barely heard Billy’s huskily spoken words. Breathing proved a chore in itself. She didn’t attempt to think, already knowing it to be an epic failure. Her only option was surrendering to the river of sexual tension washing over her and the sheer ecstasy that would soon overcome her.

  “Come here, Sarah.”

  She turned slowly to find James gloriously naked and already on the bed. He sat with his back resting against the wall, his long legs spread, his cock enormously hard against his belly. She walked to him on legs that quivered, crawled onto the foot of the bed, and moved to him on her knees. He caught her hair in a grip that startled her even as lightning bolts of excitement struck her inner core.

  “Sweet Sarah,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve waited for this my whole life.”

  The sincerity of his words choked her. The force with which he kissed her fueled the fire within until she thought she might die from the needy flames. His tongue swept into her mouth, not waiting for invitation, and consumed her very being. His free hand covered her breast, squeezed and fondled until she writhed in his touch. A protesting cry spilled from her lips when he used his hold on her hair to pull her head back, to break the mind-altering kiss.

  “Easy now. Billy is ready for you. Turn around and settle between my legs.

  It’s only fittin’ that your husband be the one to take your virginity.” But you’re my husband, too. She wanted to say it, wanted him to know she loved him as equally as Billy, but the intensity in his gaze told her he already knew.

  She shifted, turning between his legs and settling back against him as Billy climbed onto the foot of the bed.

  “The Good Book says patience is a virtue.” Billy’s hand closed around her ankle, lifted it off the bed, and brought her foot to his mouth. “I don’t recollect anything sayin’ a man could die from it.” He brushed his lips to her instep, grazed his teeth over her heel, and licked his way up her inner leg. “But I sure as hell felt like I’ve been dyin’ for a very long time.” He nipped her inner thigh in a tender bite that had her hips coming off the bed and drew back, taking a deep breath. “Your scent alone can drive a man insane. Sweet, hot, wet, and ready. Are you ready, Sarah?”

  “Yes.” The word left her on a pained exhale. “Forget patience, or you’re liable to kill us both.”

  His lips tilted in a grin full of boyish fun and devilish intent. James’s arms came around her, closing on her inner thighs and urging her to drape her legs over his. The position spread her wide, opening her pussy and eliciting a tormented moan from deep in Billy’s throat. He positioned himself between her widespread legs, stopping when his cock pressed insistently at the entrance of her pussy.

  Sarah stilled. Fear slammed into arousal, turning her blood cold even as her body felt as if it were burning from the inside out. A small whimper escaped her as Billy inched his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock inside her sodden channel a minute fraction at a time. She felt her inner walls stretch, felt them close around his shaft, felt the pressure against the barrier that prevented him from entering her farther.

  “This is going to hurt,” he warned her. “But only for a second.” Sarah held his gaze and willed her eyes to stay open. She wanted to watch him and for him to watch her as he took her in a way no other man ever had. The initial dart of pain stole her breath, and a single tear trickled down her cheek, but the freedom that washed through her as he filled her channel with his cock transformed that pain to an almost immediate pleasure.

  “Oh, God.” Despite her best intentions, her head fell back against James’s chest and her eyes closed on their own volition.

  “Easy now,” James dipped his head to whisper in her ear. “Let it feel good.”

  “It does. It does feel good. Please, I need more.” Billy had stopped with his cock buried deep inside her. The feeling of being so full, so open, was indescribable, and yet her body burned for more.

  “Are you ready for me to move?” Billy asked. “Are you ready for me to make love to you?”

  “Yes, please. Yes!” She folded her hands around his hips, felt the muscles flex beneath her palms as he pulled back. He gave her only a second to anticipate his return before he thrust his cock back inside, pushing all the way to the hilt.

  “You’re so tight.” Billy’s words sounded strained, and she knew he was holding himself back, attempting to maintain control. She didn’t quite know what he would do if he lost the battle. “Your pussy has a death grip on my cock.” An apology sprang to her tongue, but she didn’t put it to voice. All her attention, all her energies, all the sensations in her body settled between her legs, where his cock slowly slid in and out of her channel. The now-familiar orgasmic claws began to scratch their way through her inner core. In some observant recess of her mind, she realized it would be different this time.

  “Feel that, Sarah? Feel how your body has opened up for my cock?”

  “It belongs there,” she whispered around the lump of growing passion in her throat. It was true. He belonged inside her, to her, and she belonged wrapped around him in every way a woman could be entangled with a man.

  “Damn right it does,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in speed and power.

  The fire inside her channel grew, the pressure to release becoming too much to hold back. She didn’t try. Her hips moved of their own accord, lifting to meet his inward thrusts and falling away when he withdrew, until she settled into a rhythm with him that brought her straight to the edge.

  “Come for me, Sarah. Come on my cock. I want to feel you convulsing around me.”

  Sarah tightened her grip on his hips, nails digging into his flesh as her body took control of all senses. She smelled the sweet, hot scent he’d spoken of, heard his heavy breathing mix with hers, felt the friction of his cock sliding between the walls of her channel. When she opened her eyes she saw the intense concentration on his handsome face mingling with the love in his eyes.

  That look was all it t
ook. The release exploded through her in a blast of pleasure and satisfaction unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Every muscle in her body tensed only to shake violently as the orgasm tore through her.

  Somewhere in the riot of ecstasy that consumed her, she heard Billy growl with his own release, saw his expression tighten a second before it went slack, and felt the hot spurts of his seed as it filled her channel.

  * * * *

  James pulled Sarah close, felt her soften in his embrace, felt her hand idly slide up and down his forearm where it rested just above her breasts, and for quite possibly the first time in his life he felt himself relent. His cock throbbed with pain more vicious than he’d ever known. The need to sink into her sweet heat, to finally take her as he’d longed to do most of his life, threatened to drive him mad. Yet, a spark of sanity remained to remind him this had been her first time. She would be sore after the pounding Billy had just given her. James wanted her with a desperation he’d never admit aloud, but he didn’t want to break her.

  He let his head fall back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. He’d suffered arousal without release many times. Hell, he knew the pain of holding back the animalistic urges that ruled him to claim even as he held this woman in his arms.

  She belonged to them now, to him. That knowledge would keep him out of the grave and give him the strength to wait until she healed enough for him to take his turn.

  As long as she stops that damn wigglin’ on my cock.

  She’d started to move, shifting ever so slightly between his legs and rubbing the satiny flesh of her back against his shaft. His hands darted for her waist, attempting to still her movement as he lifted his head and opened his eyes.

  She looked back at him, her eyes little more than satisfied slits in her gorgeous face. “Your turn.”