A Wicked Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Book 3)

by Vanessa Vale

  I cried out and startled. Knox banded an arm about my waist, holding me. The hard feel of him was comforting as the single finger circled and slipped in and out.

  “So tight. So wet,” he murmured.

  Jed’s hand went back between my legs and they played. But not as I’d expected. Knox’s slippery fingers moved back and touched me in the most forbidden of places. I startled, but he crooned, soothing me. He didn’t move his fingers though. The wet touch pressed against me and I gasped.

  Jed grinned. “We’ll both take you. Like this. One of us before you, the other behind. Both holes.”

  “Now?” I asked. I wanted to tilt my hips forward into Jed’s touch, then back onto Knox’s and I gave over to it, almost rocking. Then their hands retreated and I whimpered. Jed licked his fingers once again.

  “She tastes so good,” Jed said. “I want more.”

  Dropping to his knees directly before me, he kissed my belly, his forehead brushing the underside of my breasts. Knox’s hand was on my hip, his finger smearing my own wetness across my skin.

  “More?” I gasped, his hands hooking behind my right knee and lifting it. What more could there be when they put their fingers on me in such wicked ways? “Put your foot on the bed. Yes, like that. Good.”

  Before I could question, Jed lowered his head and put his mouth on me. There.

  My toes curled on the quilt and I dug my fingers into Jed’s shoulders as I felt his tongue slide up over my folds, parting them.

  “Jed!” I cried.

  He lifted his head and I saw his wicked, very wet grin. “I like hearing you cry my name. I can’t wait to hear it when you come all over my tongue.”

  I didn’t know what he meant and he didn’t give me a second to think further on it.

  Knox’s hands cupped my breasts again. His fingers began to tug and pull on my nipples, one side damp and slippery; I knew it was from me.

  Now I understood why they’d asked so frequently if I wanted more. Now I understood why they had been holding themselves back. The two of them together, touching me with their full intent, was like being taken up into a powerful tornado. I’d read about their power, the carnage left in its wake. My thoughts swirled and were gone, my breath was frantic and I gripped Jed as the only way to keep from floating away.

  The pleasure was incredible. His mouth was gentle, yet ruthless, coaxing my body on a path toward… something. I didn’t know what it was but I needed it with a frantic desperation I’d never known before.

  “Please,” I begged. Vaguely, I remembered them saying they wanted me to beg. It wasn’t beneath me now. Nothing was beneath me at this point if they’d just make me feel better, to make me feel more.

  “More. Please, god. I need it… I—oh.”

  Even with Jed’s hold on my legs, I shifted my hips into his mouth.

  “You like it when Jed eats your pussy?” Knox whispered in my ear. “You like it when I pull on your nipples? Pinch them?”

  He did just that and I cried out. It was hot and sharp and then morphed into a soft, hot haze.

  I was closer to where I wanted to go, but not… quite… there.

  A flick of Jed’s tongue had me begging once again.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, please. Jed!” I screamed his name when he did it again, then again, pushing me off a cliff. I was falling, flying, soaring and I cried out, sobbed, succumbed.

  I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold myself up, couldn’t do anything but feel.

  Somehow, I’d been placed on the center of the bed and when I opened my eyes, Jed and Knox were leaning over me. Jed was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and Knox was grinning.

  “More?” Knox asked, stroking a hand over my bent knee.

  My skin was heated and sensitive, my breath ragged and my heartbeat was slowing. I felt like… heaven. I smiled and stretched, not caring that when I raised my arms my breasts thrust up.

  “More of that? Definitely.”

  “You’ll come again, don’t worry,” Jed said, moving off the bed. He began to strip as he spoke. “The next time will be with my cock filling you up.”

  “Hell, no,” Knox countered, moving to stand on the other side of the bed, tugging off his shirt. “I want her pussy first.”

  I felt… incredible. Loose-limbed, loose-minded, relaxed. Sated. Satisfied. Wild and definitely wicked. But it was seeing the men stripping off their clothes in their obvious eagerness, fighting over me, that made me feel special. I couldn’t remember feeling special for such a long, long time.

  Victoria, Marina and Tara had all made me feel like nothing. I shook those miserable thoughts from my mind and giggled when Knox got his foot caught in his pants and stumbled.

  “I like being fought over.” The two men faced off on either side of the bed. Naked. “Oh, my.” I glanced from one perfect body to the other. They were of similar height, but Knox was broader through the torso. Both well muscled—very well muscled— but Jed was leaner. Both had a smattering of red hair on their chests that tapered into a line at their navels, then drifted lower to a thatch at the base of their very long, very thick, um… members.

  “Like what you see?” Jed asked.

  I swallowed. “I know they’re supposed to go inside me, but how?”

  Clenching my inner walls, I remembered the feel of Knox’s finger slipping inside of me. That hadn’t been bad. On the contrary. I’d wanted him to go deeper.

  Knox reached out, grabbed my hand and yanked me up onto my knees. He swung about, dropped onto his back where I’d just been, the bed creaking in duress, then pulled me back on top of him. I pressed into every hard, bare inch of him. He grinned at me as his hands came about my waist.

  “How?” he asked, adjusting me so I straddled his thighs before gripping the base of his member so it stood straight up and brushed my belly. “Climb on and take me for a ride.”

  “Fine,” Jed grumbled. “You take her first, but I claim her ass when it’s time.”

  My bottom clenched at his words, remembering the feel of Knox’s finger circling and pressing… there.

  I looked over at Jed. He, too, was stroking himself and I saw a pearly drop of fluid slip from the slit at the top.

  “Let’s get you ready, sweets.” Knox easily lifted me so I was leaning forward.

  “Ready? How?”

  “Get you all soft for me and relaxed for me.”

  “I am relaxed. I don’t think I’ve ever been more relaxed,” I countered, taking assessment of my loose limbs, my calmed mind. Jed had made me come—as he’d called it—with his mouth and I’d never known a sweeter pleasure. I wanted it again. And again.

  Knox grinned with something akin to wicked pride.

  “I’m big and I don’t want to hurt you. Getting you nice and soft, your pussy all swollen and wet will make it easier.”

  I had heard it hurt the first time and I had to assume they knew what they were doing in these things. No, I didn’t assume. They’d proven their abilities quite well so far. If they could make me feel that exquisite pleasure again, I would do whatever they said, although I wasn’t going to tell them that.

  “How?”

  “By letting me have a taste of your pussy. Jed’s got your flavor on his tongue, but I don’t.”

  “Wha—?” I didn’t get the whole word out before I was lifted up and lowered right over Knox’s head, my lower legs on either side of his shoulders, my inner thighs brushing his beard. I saw a quick grin before being lowered me down right onto his mouth.

  “Oh, my god,” I breathed as he latched on to my tender flesh.

  “Her pussy’s perfect, isn’t it?” I heard Jed ask.

  Knox made a sound that vibrated across my… pussy.

  Oh, god, I was sitting on his face!

  I was going to come again, just as Jed said. Where he’d been gentle and tender, Knox was voracious, as if he’d waited too long for his turn.

  It mattered not to me that they took to the same task in two different ways. My only t
hought was that they were both able to finish me in the exact same, perfect way. I grabbed the brass headboard to hold onto as I rocked my hips, moving them to eke the most pleasure from Knox’s mouth. With his hands on my hips in a tight hold, I couldn’t move much. When he gave my bottom a little pinch, I startled.

  “Don’t move,” Knox said, looking up at me from between my legs. “I’ll give you what you need.”

  It didn’t take long for him to do so. My breath caught, my muscles tightened, my thighs quivered. My inner walls pulsed and clenched, ready for Knox to fill me. It was that need along with the ruthless intent of his tongue that had me tossing my head back and crying out his name. Over and over. I didn’t care if the neighbors heard. For once, I was being the naughty one and I had two men who seemed to like me that way.

  I wilted and was thankful for Knox’s sure grip. Catching my breath was difficult and brushing my hair out of my face took too much work. And so I let Knox move me down his body, my pussy sliding over every hard inch of his chest and belly before bumping into the broad head of his cock.

  My hands released the headboard and sat upon Knox just as he’d wanted, a rider on a stallion.

  His blue eyes met mine as Jed sat down on the bed.

  “Ready?” Knox asked.

  I glanced at him, then Jed. “I’m going to watch when he takes you for the first time,” he told me.

  I nodded at his statement, but when Knox shifted his hips up and he pushed me down, his cock sliding into me in one thick, long stroke, he must have thought I was answering his question.

  A whimper escaped my lips at the bite of pain. His cock had broken my maidenhead with quick precision and while he was embedded in me fully, I wiggled and squirmed, trying to adjust to the feel.

  “It hurts,” I replied, breathing in and out of my nose, trying to lift off of him. “You’re too big. I wasn’t ready.”

  “Shh,” Knox said, his fingers on my hips holding me still. “Just wait. Still. That’s it. Breathe.”

  How he could be so eager minutes before when he had his mouth on me and so patient and calm now, I had no idea. Before, I wanted to hold still and now I wanted to work my way off him.

  Jed reached up and stroked my hair off my damp face. “You were ready. You were perfect. Just wait and I promise, you’re going to love it.”

  I shook my head, pushing my glasses up. “No. This isn’t going to work. You don’t get a turn.”

  They both laughed softly, although Jed’s gentle hands belied the taunting sound. A hand stroked over the curve of my breast, knuckles raked my nipple. When Knox laughed, his body shifted, his cock moving slightly within me.

  “Oh.” My eyes widened at the flare of heat, not pain.

  I shifted my hips, lifted slightly. Lowered. Clenched.

  “Oh,” I repeated.

  “That’s it. Find what you like,” Knox said, his hands sliding down my thighs, letting me have free rein.

  I closed my eyes and began to move, up and down, circling. It didn’t hurt anymore. Not at all. In fact, it felt good. Really good.

  “You’re gorgeous, sweets.”

  “Perfect.”

  Their praise warmed me, reassured me, motivated me, and so I placed a hand on Knox’s warm chest and began to move in earnest.

  When Knox’s hips lifted when I lowered, I cried out and my eyes flew open. It didn’t hurt. Their mouths on me had been… amazing, but this? I’d had no idea there were so many different erogenous areas on my body that made me feel so good, that could make me come.

  Knox’s blue gaze was dark and his mouth was clenched tight. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and I could see he was restraining himself. Perhaps his movement was involuntary.

  “Are you… are you holding back again?” I asked, lifting and lowering myself an inch at a time.

  “I am,” he replied honestly.

  I shook my head, my hair brushing long down my back. “Don’t.”

  His palms stroked over my thighs. “You were a virgin until a minute ago. We have all the time in the world to go harder. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. I want it all. Show me.”

  His hands stilled as he studied me.

  “Please.”

  His eyes flicked to Jed and his hands slid from my hips to cup my bottom, then pull it apart. Jed slid a hand down my back and slipped his fingers over me. There.

  “Jed!” I cried. The touch had me clenching down around Knox and he hissed.

  “I’m going to take you. Here. While you doubt me now, you are going to like to be played with here. My cock is going to go so deep while Knox fills your pussy. Just like this, but with two cocks deep inside.”

  “I’m not ready,” I whimpered as he pressed inward.

  “Not for my cock, not for both of us. No. Soon. But for now you’ll take just the tip of my finger.”

  I tightened my muscles instinctively and so Knox reached up and stroked over my furled nipple. Instantly I relaxed, and Jed’s finger slipped inside of me.

  My eyes widened and I gasped. It was strange to be stretched open in such a way, to have a cock in me. To like it. I moaned and shifted, lifted and then lowered, taking Knox for the ride he’d spoken of.

  There was only so much I could do though. I wasn’t strong enough and I couldn’t think with Jed’s finger in my… ass.

  “I… need. Please, Knox. More.” I didn’t mean more fingers in my bottom, but more sensation. More intensity.

  That was all it took, for one moment I was looking down at him, the next he’d flipped us over so he loomed over me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jed, stroking his cock once again. “My turn next.”

  Knox didn’t look over at his brother but held my gaze as he replied, “I’m not done yet. We’re just getting started.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Jed

  The mine hadn’t been something Knox or I ever imagined. We’d only come to Colorado to find Piper, but when we were satisfied she was well and truly married to Spur and Lane, our job was done. Our need to be in Slate Springs was done. Returning to Kansas to work the family land with our three brothers wasn’t something either of us wanted. Frank was the farmer in the family. Besides, he was the eldest and it belonged to him. Sure, Knox and I had helped. Five strong backs was better than three, but we had never seen ourselves there forever.

  After a few days in Slate Springs, the town had grown on us. We made quick friends with the Tates, Luke and Walker. At the time, I wasn’t prepared to like Piper’s husbands out of principle alone, but when we saw that they truly did love her and were able to handle and tame her wild ways, we accepted them—albeit grudgingly—as friends.

  Luke’s mine had been a curiosity for us. There was no mining in Kansas, at least none we knew of, not the kind where silver and other ore was pulled from a mountain. So we’d taken jobs with him, learned the trade. Learned what to look for when searching for another vein. With Luke’s backing, we bought some land, scraggly and rocky, but that had all the signs for a good dig. And dig, we did. We found silver, just as we’d hoped. Sure, it had come easier—even with tons of backbreaking work—than others who’d attempted the same and we were lucky.

  Our mine now employed three and gave us a tidy sum. Consistently. It had been our focus this past year, tending it, growing it. But in the past four weeks we’d been married to Eve, everything changed.

  I didn’t care if one more ounce of silver came from the mine. I didn’t need it. I needed her. I was voracious for her. So was Knox.

  After the first night where we’d gone slow and taken her virginity, we’d been on her, in her, hell, behind her every chance we got. Knox might have taken her first, but I’d made it my mission to get her ready to have me take her ass, to be the first to go there, to show her what it would be like when my brother and I claimed her together. And so we’d introduced plugs into our play, fucking her pussy with one stretching her open. She came harder when she had a finger filling her ass as I fucked her. Sh
e loved it, sometimes even asking for it. Perhaps not with words, but taking my hand and moving it around behind her. Brave, wild, passionate. That was our wife.

  She slept with us, alternating nights. I’d never been one to share, and it was hard to hear Knox fucking her without me. One night, my cock had been too hard to neglect and I refused to use my hand. So I’d joined them. Knox hadn’t cared and Eve had been pleased to be the center of both our attentions. Needless to say her skills on sucking cock were improving daily. Her readiness to take us both at the same time was almost upon us. But being claimed by both husbands at the same time didn’t just need a physical preparedness but a mental one, too. She had to be ready to accept us even more intimately than a marriage license. Eve was the one to join us together, to make us a family and she had to be ready for that.

  The first week, we never left the house. Thankfully Spur and Lane understood and had brought us food. Luke Tate monitored our mine. The second week, we ventured out in the mornings introducing Eve to everyone in town, returning home—and to bed—directly after lunch. The third week, Piper and Celia had insisted we give our wife a break, leaving her alone with them. At night… well, at night she was well occupied with us.

  While we could keep her sexually satisfied, Eve was a smart woman and needed to do something with herself in the time we weren’t fucking her. Which wasn’t all that much. Since Curtis Thomkins was the schoolteacher and we’d made no friend there, the chances of her taking his job teaching children were slim.

  While Eve was prim and proper—except when we had our hands on her—she was adept at befriending people. Quickly, she discovered there were more people who needed to learn besides the children. When she’d accompanied us to the mine the first time, she’d met our three miners. She’d put them at ease and learned more about them than Knox or I ever knew, including that they were illiterate. They knew their letters, but nothing more.

  So she made it her mission to teach them and they were pleased to have her do so. Being a small town, news of her lessons spread and other men joined the group. It was possible they just wanted to be in the same room with a pretty woman, which I didn’t blame them for. I didn’t want Eve out of my sight, which was why I returned to the mine instead of meeting with Luke Tate.