by Starla Kaye
Rowan snorted and drew a frown from her as well. “You are our lady, Glori. We will make passionate love to you, but we will never—”
Annoyed, she lightly bit the head of his cock.
He gave a surprised yelp.
Thomas smacked her bottom. “Have a care with him.” He drove into her.
She arched backward and held her breath in reaction. Yes, this is what she wanted. “This pleases you?” He pulled nearly out and drove deep again.
“Oh aye!” She felt so full. Her inner muscles trembled with each deep drive.
Then she needed more, more of everything. She leaned down and found Rowan’s shaft once more. She surrounded it with her hand, stroked it up and down at the same time Thomas rammed in and out of her body.
She took Rowan’s rod into her mouth and sucked on it, breathing hard as she did so. She pulled her mouth up and down, her teeth lightly moving over the length. She swirled her tongue over the tip, around the head. All the while, he clutched at the bed linen and groaned. He lifted his body toward her, desperate for her to take him to that place he needed to find. At the same time, Thomas held tightly to her hips, kept her bent over with a hand to her back. He drove his cock steadily into her, gave her no mercy…nor did she want any. He panted behind her, grunted. The sounds were music to her ears. She was surrounded by the melodies of her men working hard to reach that magical place. One grunted, one groaned. One moaned, one panted.
Finally, sounding almost wild, Rowan shot his seed down her throat. She struggled to swallow it and looked up in concern at him. She needed to know he was all right, that what she’d done hadn’t hurt him. His cries had been of pain, but the clear satisfaction now in his gaze, made her relax.
Now she was free to rest her head against Rowan’s stomach and enjoy the firestorm Thomas was building within her. He clutched her hips so tightly she would be bruised. The bed shook beneath the ferocity of his movements. The room filled with his fevered grunts as he drove faster and faster into her.
Her frantic cries joined his. “Oh, oh, oh…Thomas!” she screamed and felt Rowan’s tender fingers stroking the side of her face. It only added to her pleasure.
As Gloriana fought to regain her breath, Thomas roared unintelligibly. He held her firmly in place and poured his hot cream deep within her. It seemed to go on and on. She felt the wonder of it, and then worried that he didn’t know he hadn’t pulled out of her as he’d been doing of late. She didn’t want to tell him, and yet she had to.
In the next second, he collapsed over her. One sweaty body to another. She tried desperately not to crush Rowan and hurt his healing ribs. Reluctantly, warily, she said, “You did not pull out this time, husband.” Thomas was quiet a second, and then he eased from her body. He lifted her off Rowan and turned her to face him. Regret shown in his expression. “I was a fool, my love. Can you forgive me?”
“A fool? Forgive you?” Tears filled her eyes, clogged her throat. “What say you, my lord?”
“He tells you, our precious Glori, that he has finally changed his mind,” Rowan stated.
Thomas shot him a frown and then heaved a sigh. “Rowan is right.”
He caught her gaze once more. “I wish to have a daughter, with blonde hair and green eyes. I wish her to have your spirit, your gentle ways. Your stubbornness.” “Well, that was certainly sappy,” Rowan said with a chuckle. Gloriana gave him a glare even as she sniffed back a tear. “I am not stubborn, husband.”
Both men snorted.
She lightly punched Thomas in the stomach, looking toward Rowan. “You will get your punch once your ribs have fully healed.”
Then she drew in a steadying breath. “I understand your fears now, Thomas. They were more about being a father, a good father, than to do with Sarah dying.” When he looked ready to interrupt, she shook her head. “Aye, it was hard her dying in childbirth. But you believed yourself a bad father—like your father—because you left James to your sister’s care all these years.”
She touched his face, stroked his beard stubble. “Only a good father would have made such a hard choice. You were not ready. You did not know how to give him a good home, but your sister could do so until you could. You may have your differences with Gavin, but you knew him to be an honorable man. He would watch after your son until you could, this you knew as well.”
“I am not nearly as fine a man as you make me out to be,” Thomas said quietly.
She smiled. “Again we disagree. But I will show you just how good a man I believe you to be. I will help you be the father you wish to be.”
Her gaze moved to Rowan. “And I will make you finally see that you are far more than a cast-aside son of a foolish duke. You are worthy of anyone’s love and respect.” Now she took Thomas’s hand and touched Rowan’s leg. “We have all struggled with pains in the past, many pains. Yet somehow we found each other. I feel so very blessed.” She released them and gently laid her hands over her flat stomach.
She hoped the happiness she felt showed on her face as she said, “Would you be opposed to a second son, Thomas? To our first child together, my loves?”
Thomas’s eyes widened and then he tugged her to him. “You will not die in birthing. You hear me? You cannot die.”
Gloriana wasn’t sure how Rowan had managed to get to them so quickly, but he wrapped his arms about them both. She smiled at him. “I will not die giving you both our child. Twould not be possible. Neither of you would allow it.”
Rowan smiled back. “Nay, we would not allow it.”
Thomas pulled back enough to ask in concern, “What of James? He is worried that you will forget him when you have a child of your own.”
She shook her head. “Never. Even though I have yet to meet my first son, James will always be my first son. Our first son.”
The pleasure and relief that moved over his face touched her heart. It appeared that she had a lot of work ahead of her. All of her men—young and older—needed much reassuring, much love. Twas a very good thing she had much love to give.
The end
About the author
Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many sub-genres: contemporary, historical
Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 37 novellas, 7 anthologies, and 15 short stories.
Also by Starla Kaye
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Cowboys in Charge includes seven stories of strong, loving cowboys and the women who try their patience. These are romantic stories with a touch of domestic discipline/spanking.
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For the Love of His Cowgirl
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Can she entice him back; get the dwindling fires of their love going again?
Cowboys and Their Toys
Jennifer loves Jason and she’d trusted him as he’d led her into the BDSM lifestyle. But now he wants to take things to a more intense level and she’s balking at it. Will she lose him if she doesn’t agree to go 24/7?
Plus three more equally hot stories of cowboys and the women they love.
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Black Velvet Seductions
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