by Vanessa Vale
“A week should do it,” Jonah added.
I pushed up on my elbows and let out a little groan at the pain. “A week?”
He grinned and I fell back, not pleased. I had a gorgeous bride who I wanted to sink into.
“Two days,” I grumbled. “Two days, Kitten.”
“The doctor said a month,” she countered, although she bit her lip, probably considering that duration to be too long, even for her.
I grinned, then shifted my cock in my pants. I was uncomfortable, everywhere. “I can think of ways to fuck you so I’m not doing any of the work. I’ll just lie in bed, just like this and you can ride me.”
“And I’ll be in your ass,” Jonah murmured.
Oh fuck, us taking her together. Finally claiming her completely. Two days. It was going to be the longest two days of my life.
12
TENNESSEE
We made it eighteen hours. Eighteen hours and then I couldn’t wait any longer. My men certainly hadn’t make it easy. In fact, I was thinking they were intentionally pushing me to the point where I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.
The evening before, James had agreed to a touch of laudanum to sleep through the night. I’d wanted to remain with him, so Jonah slept once again in the other bedroom.
But during the day… with James settled once again on the sofa, this time sitting upright, he’d kept me at his beck and call. Not only did I bring him food to eat and books for entertainment, but I’d kissed him as requested. Soon, that hadn’t been enough for him and he’d told me to undo the buttons on my dress. He’d kissed his way down to my cleavage above my corset. A few hours later, my corset had been unhooked and he’d kissed my breasts, sucking and laving one nipple and then the other, leaving me panting and wanting. By late afternoon, he had his hand beneath my dress and was fingering me to completion. Just like in the church, I’d been so eager for him, I’d dropped to my knees, opening his pants and voraciously sucking his cock until I’d swallowed every bit of his seed.
When I licked my lips of the remaining essence and looked up at him, I knew I held quite a bit of power. I made him aroused, made him come. Me.
My sisters, Tom and Abel had come to dinner, James sending one of the hands to the Wells ranch with the invitation. It seemed Abel had been a worthy host and not only made them feel at home, but had explained to them a Bridgewater marriage. I was thankful for that, because I’d ridden off in haste without giving any explanation to having two husbands. As for Abel himself, he had pulled me aside to apologize for his lack of courtesy and had been amiable with his father.
They didn’t linger, but I promised to visit my sisters tomorrow; the three of us wanted to talk without any men about. Well, I knew I would talk and they would ask the questions. But that was tomorrow. Now…
It was late, darkness had settled and the cool night breeze came in through the open window. I wasn’t the least bit chilled even though I was naked, for I was kept quite warm.
James was sprawled, naked, in the center of the bed, his head resting on a pillow. His leg was braced securely and he looked as if he were in pain. But it wasn’t his injury that made him look that way, but his cock. He gripped the base, stroked the engorged member. It stuck straight up and thick veins bulged along the length. The crown was wide—had I taken that into my mouth?—and a dark plum color.
“Fuck, seeing you like this, Kitten, is killing me. But what a way to go.”
I was on my hands and knees, but facing away from him, my hands on the brass footrail. Jonah had been playing with me for so long, playing with my breasts, tugging my nipples… pinching them. And lower, he teased my pussy with his fingers, using my arousal to coat my clit and learn exactly where it made me beg. Then, he’d laughed and moved on to slip his finger into my pussy. There, he’d also found a spot that when touched in a certain way, had made me writhe. Only then did he take his time and play with my bottom, coating me liberally in the ointment he’d collected from Bridgewater, then worked it into me. Only then did he slowly insert one of the plugs.
I remained in place, for I knew James could see what Jonah was doing, that while he was injured and it made it hard for him to participate, he wasn’t left out.
I knew he could bring me to climax, but hadn’t. Wouldn’t.
“Jonah,” I begged again.
“What, Kitten?”
Oh, he knew exactly what. I turned so I was on my knees facing them both.
I looked to James. “Make me come,” I begged, then reached down between my thighs and touched myself. Gasped.
Jonah reached out, spanked me. Not hard, but enough to make my inner walls clench, my breasts sway.
“That’s our pussy.”
“But I ache,” I countered with a whine.
James curled his finger. “Come here, Kitten. Sit on my face, and I’ll make it all better.”
I stared at him wide-eyed, unsure of what he meant.
He looked up, pointed to the headboard. “Put your hands up here.”
I did as he said.
“Good, now straddle my face. Oh, what a pretty view of your pussy and that plug parting that ass. Now sit. I want my mouth on you.”
His hands came up, gripped my hips and pulled me down when I was too cautious.
“Oh!” I cried, gripping the brass rail as his tongue licked me from entrance to clit.
“He’s going to make you come, Kitten, then you’re going to ride his cock,” Jonah told me.
James pushed me up just a little bit.
“And Jonah’s going to get in that ass,” he said, his warm breath fanning my sensitive folds.
I looked over my shoulder at Jonah, who reached out and tugged on the plug handle. “You’ll take both of us. It’s time to make you ours. Completely.”
My mind emptied when James returned to his efforts with the vigor of an uninjured man. He didn’t tease as Jonah had, but quickly and ruthlessly worked my clit until I came, screaming his name.
James shifted my hips down so I straddled his waist, my breasts dangling before him. He took a nipple into his mouth sucked, as I caught my breath. I was well-sated, James was quite skilled orally, but he hadn’t even used his fingers in me. My pussy felt empty. I needed James’ cock in me.
He came off my nipple, and I took the opportunity to slide down his torso even further, nestling the crown of his cock at my entrance.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured.
As I took him into me, I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, his tongue. He was so big, I was stretched open, filled. It took a minute for me to work myself on him, to sink all the way so I sat upon his thighs. With the plug in my bottom, it was so tight.
Jonah sat on the edge of the bed, slid a hand down the length of my spine, then tugged at plug until it slid from me.
I had no idea where Jonah put it, but his fingers were back on me there, coating me with more lubricant.
James began to move me, fucking me as he wanted, but at a slow pace. Perhaps too slow because I wiggled my hips wanting more.
“Shh, I’ll give you more,” Jonah vowed, slipping his finger from my ass and standing, shucking his pants. Even as I began to ride James’ cock, I watched Jonah, took in every inch of his hard body. The dark hair on his chest, the sinewy muscles, the erect cock. Coating it liberally in the ointment, it glistened in the lamplight.
I wasn’t sure if he would fit in my bottom; he was so much bigger than the plugs. Yet I clenched, eager for him to do so.
“Shit, hurry, Jonah.”
Jonah moved onto the bed and settled behind me. James pulled me into him for a kiss as Jonah put a hand by our heads, leaned over me. I felt the nudge of his cock at my virgin entrance, then press, trying to enter.
I gasped at the feel. I wanted it. I was desperate for it. I took a deep breath, let it out, relaxed. I let them do the work, for I was theirs to do with as they wished. They wouldn’t hurt me. They put me first in their lives, the very center of it. Like right now, I was between
them, where I belonged. I was theirs. Completely.
And yet, they were mine. They wanted me. I made us a family. We were whole. And when Jonah’s cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle that had been resisting, I lifted my head and moaned.
“That’s it, take him. Good girl. Such a good girl taking our cocks.”
“She’s so tight,” Jonah growled, working his way into me barely an inch at a time.
“It’s… I’m so full,” I moaned.
I was lost in them. With them.
“I’m not going to last,” James admitted.
“Fuck, neither am I this time. Knowing I’ve claimed this virgin ass… it’s too good.”
They alternated their motions, one sliding in as the other retreated. Slow, steady and perfect. I couldn’t move my hips, couldn’t wiggle. Couldn’t do anything but feel.
James’ hands tightened on my waist and he came, filling me with his hot seed. His hand slid between us and found my clit, which finished me off as well. I couldn’t hold back my pleasure, even if I’d wanted to wait for Jonah. They were overwhelming.
Jonah fucked me so intimately, in a way that bared me completely. I gave everything to him, to both of them. When he held himself deep and growled, he came. Marking me.
Jonah pulled out first, slow and careful, James following after. I slid to the side, careful of James’ leg so my head rested on James’ shoulder. Jonah tucked himself in behind me, one arm slung over my waist.
Their seed slipped from me, reminding me even when they weren’t in me, they were mine.
“I… I just wanted you both to know, I’m right where I want to be,” I admitted. “With both of you. So much has changed, so quickly, but I—”
“I know, Kitten,” Jonah said, stroking my hair back and kissing my shoulder. “I feel the same way. While it seemed to be somewhat out of our control, perhaps it turned out better this way. Perhaps it was fate giving us all a nudge.”
“I thought it was me,” James said. “I told you we were marrying.”
I laughed. “Oh yes. You are ever the romantic.”
“I will give you romance, in just a few minutes when I recover. And watch the sass, Kitten.”
I pushed up to look down at James, a smile turning up the corner of his mouth. “Or what? You’ll spank me?”
“Always.”
“And so will I,” Jonah said, tugging me back for a kiss.
“Yes, Sir.”
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Spurred
CORD
“Fuck.”
The curse slipped out at the sight of her. There was no other word for it. She was too gorgeous and I was too screwed. I’d hoped the pictures I’d seen of her had been wrong. That her hair wasn’t a fiery shade of red. That the curl in it wouldn’t get wrapped around my fingers when I held her in place for kisses. That she didn’t have a spray of freckles across her nose. Or full breasts, rounded hips. Gorgeous, ripe ass.
No, one look at the pictures my lead investigator had emailed and I’d gone hard as a rock. She was perfect. And when I’d shown them to Riley, he’d nodded in agreement. No words had been needed.
And now, with her standing before me in her floral sundress, her shoulders bare except for two thin, little straps holding it all up, I was completely and totally fucked.
Because she was mine. Mine and Riley’s. This woman, the first Steele daughter to be found and come to Montana, was well and truly claimed. She just didn’t know it yet. And all I’d said to her was “fuck.”
And of course, with the one word, I’d blown it. She startled and looked up at me with surprise and a hint of fear in her eyes. When she took a step back and glanced around the baggage claim area for either an escape or for someone to help her, I clenched my jaw tight.
Yeah, I got that a lot. I was a big fucker, but I wouldn’t hurt her. I’d never hurt her. I’d thought about how the first time we’d meet would go, and it hadn’t been like this.
I’d scared her. Good thing she was looking at my face and missed the way my dick was pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. That might have really scared her because I was big. All over. I looked forward to when she learned just how big it was, taking each thick inch of it deep inside her hot little pussy.
She wasn’t a small woman; she came up to my chin in her city-slicker sandals that were useless on a Montana ranch. They were hot as fuck, and I thought about how those little heels would feel as they dug into my back as I tossed up the hem of that flirty dress and fucked her. Yeah, my dick wasn’t going to go down anytime soon. Not until I sank into her, fucked this need right out of me. Like that was possible. This…ache I had for her was not ever going to go away.
So the hard-on remained. If she saw what she did to me, she’d run the other way.
That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted her as close as possible. So close I was balls deep inside her.
I cleared my throat, took off my hat, rested it against my thigh and covered myself with the brim. I tried to get my mind out of the fucking gutter. Yeah, I wanted to do all kinds of dirty things to her, to muss up that lipstick—hell, to see it coat the length of my dick—but that would be later. Now, I had to keep her from running to the nearest airport security officer. I had to be a gentleman, even when I wanted to be anything but.
“Kady Parks?” I asked, lifting my hand in front of me as if I were surrendering to her. Perhaps I was, because pretty much between one heartbeat and the next three weeks ago, I’d gone from contented bachelor to hers. Irrevocably. Seeing her in the investigator’s pictures—of her walking out of her school and talking to a few of her students, carrying a bag of groceries to her car, carrying a yoga mat and heading into the local Y—she’d destroyed me for all others. I had no idea what it was about her, but there was no turning back now.
I wasn’t complaining. Not one bit. I’d wanted to settle down for a while, but had never found the one. But ever since my lead investigator sent me her pictures, my fantasies had been filled with her and only her. No other woman would do ever again. My balls ached to grab her, toss her over my shoulder and take her back to my house and have her in my bed until I could ease the need for her. My brain—which wasn’t getting any blood supply since it was all south of my belt—was trying to tell me to chill the fuck out. She’d be mine. I just had to say more than “fuck.”
“Yes,” she replied. Her voice was soft, melodic and perfect for her. What I’d imagined it would be like. But, it held a quaver of fear, and since I’d put that look in her eye and the sound in her voice, it was my job to fix it.
I gave her a small, and hopefully reassuring, smile. “I’m Cord Connolly.”
The fear melted from her face like snow in July—gone as quickly as it had come. She recognized my name, knew I was part of her welcoming committee.
“You’re big.” Her hand went to cover her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise. “I’m so sorry! Of course, you know that,” she gasped, the words muffled by her fingers. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.
I laughed then, ran my hand over the back of my neck. “No worries. I am big.”
She dropped her hand but had yet to get over her mortification sin
ce her gaze flitted about, everywhere but at mine. “Professional football?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “College. I could have gone pro, but I chose a different path instead.”
She cocked her head to the side, her hair sliding over her bare shoulder. I was mesmerized watching it, jealous of a wayward curl as it brushed her pale skin. I had to wonder if she stayed out of the sun or slathered herself in sunscreen.
And that had my thoughts veering to spreading the lotion all over her body for her. Not missing one bare inch of her. I cleared my throat. “Military.”
“Oh, well. Thank you for your service.”
I offered her a slight nod, not used to being thanked for what I’d done. It had been a job, one I’d done well before I got out, started my own security firm. My background wasn’t all that exciting, so I changed the subject. “Riley Townsend is here, too, parking the truck.” I angled my head toward the sliding doors I’d come through. “I’m sorry we were late to meet you.”
She smiled and I stifled a groan. Her lips were full, a shiny gloss on them. Something red. Or plum. Some color with a girly name. She was so fucking feminine, a stark contrast to me. Delicate. Breakable. At six-four, two-hundred fifty pounds, I was a Neanderthal in comparison. No. A caveman. The basest form of a guy who found a woman and wanted to toss her over his shoulder and carry her back to his cave. To keep her. Claim her. Mark her.
“It’s no problem. My flight arrived early.”
I cleared my throat again, thinking just how I wanted to mark her, my cum dribbling from those lush lips or perhaps coating her belly and breasts. Dripping from her pussy and down her thighs. Or marking the rosette of her virgin ass. Oh yeah, that little hole still had its cherry. Just looking at her, I was sure of it. No way had anyone claimed that gift yet.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I had no words. No brain function. We stood there, staring. I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t believe she was real. All peaches and cream skin and citrus scent. She was here. She was going to be mine. Ours. I just didn’t need to blow it.