Claiming Their Mail-Order Bride: A Cowboy Ménage Romance (Montana Ménage Book 2)

by Lily Reynard

  Both of them reached up and drew her down between them.

  "I can't tell you how much I love both of you," Sarah said, content beyond words to be naked and tucked between their hard, hot bodies.

  She felt utterly relaxed, suffused with the afterglow of pleasure.

  Larkin chuckled and kissed her temple. "Well, I'm mighty fond of you, too, Angel. Enough to let Walt here say the words in front of the reverend." His tone turned serious. "But I was saying them too. Just real quietly."

  "I know," Sarah said.

  The three of them rested for a while, exchanging slow, sensual kisses and caresses until desire began to rekindle.

  "Ready for me now, Angel?" asked Larkin, rising to lean on his elbows.

  Sarah nodded.

  "Come sit on my lap. I want you to ride me for our first time, Angel," Larkin said with a wicked grin.

  Obediently, Sarah straddled his thighs, the mattress soft but firm under her knees.

  Larkin lay back against the pillow, his muscled arms tucked behind his head. His gaze was hot as Sarah reached for his reawakened erection, guiding it into her.

  Sarah eased down, feeling the burn as he filled her and stretched her. She thought that she would probably be sore in the morning, but she didn’t care.

  At Larkin’s urging, she rose and fell on his shaft, tilting her hips to let it slide against the places that gave her the most pleasure, rubbing herself shamelessly against him.

  He grinned up at her, grabbed her hips, and began to thrust up into her in a sensual counterpoint.

  Needing something more, Sarah cupped her breasts and brushed her nipples with her thumbs.

  "Let me help you with that," Walt offered eagerly, rising from his reclining position and moving behind her.

  His hands were maddeningly gentle on her breasts, teasing her nipples with barely perceptible brushes of his fingers as he pressed his hard body against her back, letting her slide against his renewed erection as Sarah moved up and down on Larkin's manhood.

  "How about letting both of us take you at the same time?" Walt asked huskily.

  Chapter Thirty

  Walt nipped the side of her neck, sending a hot jolt of pleasure down her spine.

  Larkin's eyes widened at Walt's suggestion. "Oh, yeah," he groaned. “I’d love that. How about you, Angel? You think you can handle both of us?”

  His gaze burned into her with eager desire.

  Sarah felt a shock of heat at the idea of both of them taking her at the same time.

  "Is—is that even possible?" she asked, looking down cautiously eyeing their pair of manhoods.

  They were both quite large, and just one of them filled her quite nicely. She wasn't sure that she could actually accommodate both of them at the same time.

  "It sure is," Larkin answered solemnly. "You'll enjoy it. I promise."

  She knew she would. Everything else they had done together in the course of their unconventional courtship had been wonderful revelations of the sensual pleasures that men and women could share.

  "I trust you," Sarah said, smiling down at him. "Show me what you want to do."

  "Sweetheart, you're a treasure of womanhood," Walt said reverently, kissing her nape as he rewarded each of her breasts with a light, teasing flick of his fingers.

  He left the bed and went over to the large armoire. Sarah temporarily forgot what she was doing and stopped riding Larkin as she watched Walt rummage among the items stored inside.

  "A-ha! Found it," he said at last, triumphantly straightening up with a small glass bottle in his hand. "Sweet almond oil."

  He returned to the bed and pressed the bottle into her hand.

  "If you please, Mrs. Edwards," he said with a grin. "I've got a pole that needs greasing before we can proceed."

  Sarah poured a few drops of oil into her palm, rubbed her hands together to spread it evenly, and, still impaled on Larkin's shaft, she twisted to apply it.

  On impulse, Sarah reached out to gently tweak one of Walt's nipples, dark pink against his pale, freckled skin. She wondered if it would feel as pleasant to him as it did to her.

  He gave a gratifying gasp at the caress, and Sarah felt the nub stiffen beneath her fingertips. Sarah toyed with his other nipple, teasing it until it was hard and gleaming with oil.

  Then Sarah trailed her fingers lower and lightly circled his navel with her fingertips, watching as his erection twitched, straining upwards for her touch.

  She fisted its rigid length, caressing him firmly, leaving his shaft gleaming with the slippery oil.

  "Are you ready?" Walt asked her.

  Sarah nodded.

  "Good."

  Grimacing, Larkin slid out of her as Walt took his place behind her.

  His rigid manhood now gleaming with the oil, Walt spread her buttocks and slowly penetrated her from behind.

  Before tonight, Sarah had never imagined that particular orifice as an entrance for sexual intercourse. Having him stretch and fill her like that felt odd, but in a very satisfying way.

  Larkin lay back on the bed, smiling up at her. The tip of his erect manhood poked her stomach as he waited for Walt to enter her fully. He reached up and caressed her face before pulling her down for a deep, slow kiss.

  Behind her, Sarah felt Walt slide home, the stiff hair at his groin tickling her buttocks.

  "You feel wonderful—so tight and hot," he breathed, kissing the top of her shoulder.

  She pushed back against him with a pleased sound. She felt very, very full.

  "And about to get tighter," Larkin said, eagerly reaching down to guide himself between her legs. "And maybe this time you'll let me finish, Walt?" he added sarcastically.

  Sarah sank down on him as he entered her. She moaned at the thick, hard length stretching her, pressing against Walt's shaft with only a thin, sensitive layer of her flesh separating them.

  "I think I really like being married," she gasped.

  Then Larkin thrust his hips up, impaling her fully on his shaft.

  "You ready to go, Walt?"

  Her two husbands began to ravish her in earnest, moving slowly at first, each alternating stroke rocking her back and forth between them, each thrust caressing nerves inside her that sent her a little closer to a second climax every time they moved.

  Sarah gasped as Walt's hands slid around and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, sending bursts of sharp pleasure through her.

  Her release shot through her, almost too much to bear. Racked with waves of intense pleasure, she screamed and writhed, transfixed on their hard lengths.

  Two strong pairs of hands restrained her as her husbands continued to thrust into her without pausing.

  Sarah sobbed and gasped as the waves of pleasure receded, only to return moments later, stronger and more intense.

  Walt followed her into climax, shuddering against her back as his thrusts became short and irregular.

  Then it was Larkin's turn as he groaned loudly, thrusting up into her with relentless strength.

  All three of them collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty and sated.

  "Sweetheart," husked Walt, kissing her.

  Larkin rose and staggered over to the washstand. When he returned, he was holding a wet flannel washcloth. He brought the cloth to her and tenderly cleansed her before handing Walt a second wet washcloth to use on himself.

  They cuddled together in the relaxed aftermath of pleasure, their mutual caresses slow and sweet.

  When Walt's gentle stroking of her breasts made Sarah squirm restlessly with refreshed desire, he spread her thighs and used his tongue to bring her to the edge of climax before he moved up her body and took her with long, slow thrusts, supporting himself on his elbows until Sarah shook with yet another release.

  He finished with a groan and lay on top of her for a few moments, solid and very heavy before he rolled off her, still breathing hard.

  "Gods, you're beautiful when you're being fucked," Larkin said, his voi
ce deep and low, sending a pleasant shiver through her.

  She looked at him and saw him stroking his manhood, his gaze burning into her.

  "Get up on your hands and knees," he ordered. "I want to take you from behind."

  His words sent a shock of fresh heat through her, and Sarah scrambled to obey.

  Sarah felt Larkin kneel behind her, gathering her hair in his hand. Sarah protested when he twisted her tresses taut like reins. She rose off her hands.

  A hard hand pushed her down until her forehead was pressed into the mattress. His hold tightened on her hair.

  "Open your legs," he ordered harshly.

  Desire swept through her, hot and urgent at his command. Sarah obeyed, her hips raised high, quivering in anticipation as he positioned himself behind her.

  "Now beg me for it."

  Sarah didn't even pretend to protest. She wanted him so badly.

  "Please, Larkin," she whispered. "Take me now."

  He pulled her hair and pushed his way inside her before riding her hard and fast, his thick shaft slamming into her like that of a rutting stallion.

  By now, Sarah was very sore, but he showed her no mercy, and she loved every moment of it.

  She shook and whimpered under the force of his passion. Another climax gathered and broke like a storm, pleasure transfixing her like a bolt of lightning.

  And so her wedding night passed in a haze of pleasure, her two husbands sating themselves on her body, cuddling and caressing her as they rested between bouts of lovemaking.

  Her face and thighs grew slick and wet with their seed as the two of them continued to ravish her in turns.

  Sarah wondered if they were planting a child in her belly and hoped they were.

  At last, she was so wrung out with pleasure that she simply collapsed on top of Walt in a limp, exhausted heap when they once again took her at the same time.

  "Sweet as honey," Larkin said from behind her, patting her hip. "Walt, I'm glad you answered that advertisement."

  He drove himself to one final climax inside her before he slowly pulled out. Sarah shuddered with residual pleasure at the sensation of his withdrawal.

  No one can ever love me the way these two men do, she thought.

  "Angel, I'm so glad you're ours now," Larkin said. His arms around her were strong and warm as he held her.

  "I am, too," Sarah told him sleepily. "I'm home...and safe with both of you."

  This time, it was Walt who left their bed to fetch a fresh set of washcloths and cleanse her.

  She felt loved and cared-for beyond anything she deserved. Providence and a chance meeting on a train had given her a precious gift in Larkin and Walt.

  When Walt was finished ministering to her, Larkin pulled the quilt over them.

  She was already dozing when Walt rejoined them in the bed. She felt the tender touch of his lips as he kissed her temple.

  "Sleep now," he said. "As long as you like, sweetheart. I'm looking forward to enjoying many more nights like this one."

  She drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warm, hard bodies of her husbands, knowing that she had found her true home at last.

  Epilogue

  E&W Ranch, Montana Territory

  June 30, 1886

  “Gotta tell you, Angel, it’s damned good to have you home again,” Larkin said as they all sat down to dinner. “How’s Mrs. K doing?”

  “Emma and the baby are both fine and healthy,” Sarah replied, as she dished up the chicken pot pie that she knew her husbands adored.

  She had been gone for a week, assisting with Emma’s lying-in and delivery. There had been a few tense moments during Emma's labor, but luckily Dr. Addison had been there to assist. In the wee hours of the morning, little Abigail Sarah Kottinger arrived safely, bawling her lungs out with reassuring vigor.

  Sarah would never forget the look of pure joy and wonder on Reverend Kottinger's face as he held his daughter for the first time.

  “She and the reverend have the most beautiful baby girl,” Sarah continued, filling Walt’s plate. “But Emma lost a lot of blood during the delivery, and she really needed a few days of bed rest and good, nourishing food to build up her strength.”

  “Well, she’s lucky you were there to help out and cook for her,” Larkin said. “But I gotta say, we missed you something fierce, Sarah.” He winked at her. “And not just at mealtimes, if you catch my drift.”

  She laughed. “I missed both of you so much,” she confessed. “I had such a difficult time sleeping alone in Emma’s guest bed.”

  “Well, we certainly aren’t going to let you sleep alone tonight,” Walt promised “And I, for one, intend to demonstrate exactly how much I missed you.”

  He gave her a slow smile filled with promises that made her breasts tingle and heat kindle between her legs.

  She returned the smile. “Tonight can’t come soon enough.”

  Silence fell as they all dug into the steaming pot pie.

  “Is Mrs. K going to be okay now?” Larkin asked, scraping his plate clean before holding it out for seconds.

  Sarah nodded as she rose to refill his plate. “Abby Brody is going to stay with Emma for this coming week. They’ll let me know at church on Sunday if I need to return to help out again.” She looked at Walt. “Seconds?”

  “You never need to ask,” he assured her.

  As they all resumed eating, both of her husbands filled her in on everything that had happened during her absence.

  Their biggest item of news was the meeting that they’d held with Jim Soo Fong, where they’d decided that it would be impossible to keep hiding the presence of gold in their mine. So, going forward, they would hire guards for the mine and commence digging for both copper and gold.

  After dinner, when the dishes had been cleared, Sarah brought out the angel food cake she had baked this afternoon and topped with fresh sliced strawberries from their garden and with whipped cream.

  “There’s one more piece of news I was saving for dessert,” she told her husbands as she placed the cake on the table. “I was having some issues with dyspepsia while I was at Emma’s. I thought that perhaps I’d eaten something that disagreed with me, so I consulted with Dr. Addison.” She beamed at their suddenly worried expressions. “Beth examined me and informed me that we’ll be welcoming a baby of our own next February or March.”

  There was a moment of stunned silence from the two men seated at the table. Sarah’s heart sank. She’d been so certain that this would be welcome news.

  Then Walt let out a blood-curdling whoop of joy, and Larkin leaped up from the table and took her in his arms.

  “Can you believe it, Walt?” Larkin lifted her and whirled her around in a triumphant dance. “We’re gonna be dads!”

  He kissed her passionately, spun her one final time, and handed her off to Walt.

  “A baby of our own,” Walt breathed, gazing down at her. “That’s the most wonderful news, sweetheart!”

  He bent to kiss her, and Sarah held onto him, dizzy with happiness and relief.

  I am so very lucky, she thought. Two fine men to love, a set of staunch female friends in town, and soon, a baby of my own.

  Six weeks ago, she had arrived in Twin Forks desperate and penniless, hoping for a new start in a safe place.

  Back then, she could never have dreamed that within a few short weeks, her life would be overflowing with joy, love, and hope in her beautiful new home on the frontier.

  The End

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  Historical Notes and References

  Althou
gh this is a work of fiction, I've tried to stick as closely as possible to historical facts about 1880s life in the Montana Territory.

  In addition to doing my own research by visiting the old frontier mining towns of Silverton, Colorado, and Bannack, Montana, and driving across the state of Montana to get a feel for the landscapes and distances, I also relied on the following documentaries, books, and articles: