Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

  Jeremiah bent to uncover and kiss a nipple before lifting his head to smile down at her. “Because we like to touch you. We like to hear those sounds you make. We need to learn your body.” His arrogant grin flashed. “We’re also training you.”

  Maggie blinked, certain she’d misunderstood. “What did you say?”

  Pinching the nipple he’d been licking, he laughed softly. “You heard me. We’re training you. Your body’s getting accustomed to pleasure, which makes you crave it. We’re training your body to expect pleasure when we touch you, and it does. Look at you. You’re not even fully awake yet, we’ve barely touched you, and already you’re about to come.”

  Dumbfounded, Maggie could only stare at him, even as she grabbed on to his shoulders, the strokes to her clit making it nearly impossible to think. Kicking her legs and trying to shove Eb away got her nowhere at all. “Stop that. What do you mean trained? I’m not one of your horses. Oh!”

  The scrape of Eb’s teeth down her neck as he increased the strokes on her clit had her trembling on the edge of the release she now fought against.

  Her breath came out in pants as she struggled to move his hand away, but her strength was no match for his.

  Jeremiah traced her bottom lip with his finger. “No, not one of our horses. But taught to anticipate pleasure when we touch you, your body will expect it and automatically seek it whenever we get our hands on you. See how well it’s already working?”

  He applied pressure to her nipple, the sharp jolt of tingles to her pussy and clit making her clamp down on Eb’s finger as the pressure inside her exploded.

  Alarmed that they could do this to her without any apparent effort at all, Maggie cried out, her body tightening impossibly as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

  They made it last, their hands and mouths on her dragging out her orgasm until she thought she would die of it.

  Her pussy tightened on Eb’s finger, her heels digging in to the bed to lift into his touch.

  Eb’s strokes lightened enough to keep the jolts racing through her, making her body jerk in reaction, but not enough to release her from the erotic hold they had on her.

  She could go on this way forever, this feeling so incredible she knew she’d never get enough of it.

  Jeremiah released her nipple, bending to kiss it before leaning over her again. “A man’s job is to provide whatever his woman needs. In all things. Safety. Discipline. Pleasure.”

  Maggie still trembled as Eb’s strokes slowed, finally stopping altogether. She squeezed her eyes closed and held her breath, concentrating on not clenching on the finger he still held inside her. She moaned at his slow withdrawal and took several deep breaths before opening her eyes, inwardly wincing at their smug grins.

  The desire to wipe those looks off their faces had her snapping at both of them.

  “Is this the way you treated the women you fucked before?” Frustrated that she didn’t see her dressing gown, she crawled to the foot of the bed and stood, yanking the quilt to wrap around her. She froze, gulping when she got a good look at what she’d revealed.

  Neither Eb nor Jeremiah seemed the least bit disconcerted to be naked in her presence.

  Eb jumped up and practically leapt for her, his eyes full of fire. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her twice before lifting her to her toes. “I never want to hear language like that coming out of your mouth again. And what I’ve done with other women is none of your damned business.”

  Jeremiah stood slowly, moved in on her other side, and wrapped a hand around her hair. Pulling her head back, he leaned over her until their noses practically touched, his eyes glittering with gold and fierce as they held hers.

  “We treat you just fine. Haven’t we taken care of you since we came back? Didn’t we marry you? Aren’t we going around with our cocks so hard it hurts while we wait for you to heal?”

  Maggie tightened her grip on the quilt, feeling small and defenseless in the face of such raw masculinity. Instead of being as scared as she probably should have been, she reveled in her femininity.

  Remembering the almost effortless way they’d dealt with Fred, she knew their strength and bravado would be used to protect her and keep her safe.

  It warmed her, gave her a sense of security and safety, and with that, a sense of freedom, despite their determination to rule her.

  Eb set her back on her feet and turned away, running a hand through his hair. Standing at the window with his hands on his hips, he stared outside. “Damn it, Maggie. We’re just trying to do right by you. I know this is all strange to you, and it’s gonna be a big adjustment, but we’ll help you, honey.”

  Maggie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the muscular perfection of his body, a body made strong through years of hard work.

  And a strength of will to match, one forged in the same fire.

  With sudden insight, it all made sense—everything except the frustration she saw on Eb’s face now.

  Unless…

  Was he starting to see her as a woman? Was he starting to care for her the way a man cares for a woman, not as an undisciplined child?

  The vulnerability in his eyes filled her with a power that made her giddy, while the sight of their two hard, naked bodies, their cocks rising toward their stomachs, filled her with longing.

  No matter how hard she tried to keep her eyes from the large cocks rising up from between their heavily muscled thighs, she just couldn’t do it, finding it difficult to believe that anything that size fit inside her.

  Their cocks looked so menacing, so hard and threatening, she wouldn’t have believed she could have gotten so much pleasure from them.

  “If you keep staring at me that way, I’m gonna take you again, newly opened or not.”

  Maggie took another step back, her eyes darting to Eb’s as a shiver went through her at the threat in his low tone. The arrogance in his darkening eyes carried an indulgence that hadn’t been there before.

  Deciding that the only way to show them that she was more than woman enough for both of them, she hid her insecurities and lifted her chin, giving them her most scathing look. “Is that how you tell a woman you want her? You’re both crude and vulgar.”

  Jeremiah laughed and turned to his brother. “I wonder which of us is crude and which is vulgar.”

  She couldn’t look away from their bodies, and the knowledge of what it did to her shone in their eyes. She also couldn’t help but notice the way both of them kept looking at her bare leg.

  Filled with feminine power, Maggie loosened her hold on the quilt covering her.

  Jeremiah’s eyes flared when the quilt slipped momentarily, revealing her right breast.

  Maggie fumbled with the quilt as though clumsy, taking her time to pull it back into place again.

  Jeremiah stared at her nipple, his tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip, not meeting her eyes until she’d covered it again. Holding her gaze, he slid a hand down to his cock and began to slowly stroke it.

  Maggie hid a smile. Her husband played dirty.

  Stroking his cock with long, smooth strokes, Jeremiah held her eyes with his. “Honey, crude or not, we’ve barely begun. We’re gonna have your body so trained for pleasure that as soon as we touch you, your pussy’ll be soaking wet, and you’ll be begging us to take you.”

  Mesmerized by the sight of his hand moving up and down his thick length and a little shocked at the way he ran his thumb over the head of his cock on each stroke, her stomach tightened, the low heaviness in her abdomen growing. She’d just had an orgasm, but the sight before her made her hot and quivery inside, and she involuntarily took a step toward him.

  Eb came toward her, catching her easily when she tripped on the quilt. His fingers circled her upper arms and tightened, his eyes searching hers warily. “We are crude, Maggie. Life’s a lot different in the wide open spaces in Oklahoma than it is in the crowded city. Especially on our place. It’s survival of the fittest, darlin’, and Jeremiah and I are both surv
ivors.”

  Jeremiah sat on the bed and propped a pillow against the headboard before settling back and resuming his stroking. “We’ve been gentle with you, so you’ve got no call to complain.”

  The outer curve of her breasts warmed against Eb’s hand. “Gentle? You spanked me.” Running her fingers down her neck, she let them settle at the upper curve of her breast, hiding a smile when they both followed her movement.

  Eb growled, ripping the quilt from her and tossing it aside. “We fucked you, something we’re gonna be doing quite a bit once we get you back home. Now get ready. You’re getting more belligerent every day, and we need to get back to the ranch. We’re leaving today.” Raising a brow, he ran a hand down her body, parting her folds and sliding a finger inside her. His eyes sharpened when she sucked in a breath. “You’re ready, Maggie, in more ways than one. Keep fighting us, honey, and I’ll show you how crude I can be.”

  Maggie couldn’t hold back her moan as he moved his thick finger inside her. Her knees gave out, giving her no choice but to grab his shoulders for support, her breath quickening when he touched his thumb to her clit and began stroking.

  His arm went around her to hold her steady. “That’s it, honey. You’re more than ready, aren’t you?”

  Dazed, Maggie stared up at him. “What have you done to me?” She seemed to have no willpower at all when either one of them touched her, something she’d have to remedy.

  His smile, half devilish and half indulgent amusement, took her breath away. “Just proving to you just how crude we are. Don’t try to deny you like it, darlin’, especially when your juices are soaking my hand.”

  Fighting for the control she’d somehow lost, she tried to back away, but Eb merely tightened his arm around her waist and pressed his thumb to her clit, once again rendering her defenseless. Her body screamed for the release that they’d given her just moments ago, knowing she wouldn’t be satisfied until they appeased this incredible hunger.

  Jeremiah crawled to the foot of the bed and reached out to palm a breast. “When we get you home, we’re gonna eat you alive, darlin’.”

  Eb kissed her shoulder and began to stroke her clit a little faster. “Yeah, I’ve got a hunger to do things to our Maggie that I never thought I’d do outside a whorehouse. First, we’re gonna have to get her used to us seeing and touching her. That’s a girl. Come for us again.”

  Grateful for Eb’s strength, she dropped her head onto his chest, digging her short nails into his shoulders and giving herself over to them.

  Did she have a choice? Did she want one?

  The places they stroked burned and sizzled, creating a wild storm inside her that sent her hurling out of control. Something snapped, buckling her legs, and she cried out against Eb’s chest, involuntarily pushing her breast more firmly against Jeremiah’s palm. Her scream got muffled against Eb’s hot skin, her frantic whimpers sounding desperate in the otherwise quiet room.

  Jeremiah leaned close to kiss her jaw, running his thumb over her nipple and sending more ripples through her. “You’re a wild little thing, aren’t you, Maggie?”

  His chuckle brought her to her senses.

  With the hot pleasure still racing through her veins, she pushed out of Eb’s arms, thankful that he released her. She stumbled and grabbed the wall to support herself. Having had the upper hand, even temporarily, gave her confidence and made her eager to experience it again. Locking her knees, she tossed back her hair.

  “And yet you seem able to resist me.”

  Eb yanked her back against him and ran one hand down her back to settle on her bottom while the other covered a breast. “Oh, I want you, darlin’. Make no mistake about that. Once we get you home, you’re gonna be loved and loved often. But the next time I take you, it’s going to be in the bed Jeremiah and I made for you. Now get dressed. We’ve got to make sure everything’s loaded in the buckboard.”

  As soon as he stepped away, Maggie bent to retrieve the quilt and wrapped it around her nakedness, unsurprised to see that her hand shook. She stared at both of them in disbelief.

  “We can’t go today!”

  Jeremiah winced as he tucked his cock into his pants. “Of course we can. Once we get you back home, you’ll stop bucking us at every opportunity.” Finally managing to get his pants fastened, he took a step and grimaced. “If this ain’t fucking uncomfortable.”

  “Too bad. Let’s get a move on.” Eb finished dressing and paused to look around the room. “We’ll meet you at the house. Esmeralda’s probably got a big meal waiting for us.”

  “She knows?” Maggie couldn’t believe Esmeralda had kept it from her.

  Jeremiah wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and pulled her back against his chest, running a hand down her back to her bottom. “She probably does now. I’m sure Dad told her this morning. She didn’t keep a secret from you, Maggie.”

  Involuntarily tightening her buttocks, Maggie glared over her shoulder at him. “Like you did?” She yelped when he slapped her bottom.

  His hand stayed there, holding the heat in. “It’s for your own good, Maggie. Every day you’re getting just a little more belligerent. We’re gonna put an end to that before it gets out of hand.”

  Eb looked on, watching with hooded eyes. “You’ll see that we’re right. Get ready to go. We’ve got a few more things to take care of before we leave.”

  Maggie’s stomach fluttered as she watched them go, a little surprised that both men paused to kiss her lightly on the forehead on their way out of the bedroom. They seemed more like the men who’d met her at the train station than the ones she’d woken up with only a short time ago, donning that cloak of ruthlessness and danger that surrounded them as easily as they donned their clothes.

  Maggie watched them, unable to look away from the sight of their loose-limbed strides as they crossed the yard. She’d dreamed about them for years, never having a clue what intimacy with them would involve.

  Now that she did, she was greedy for more of it.

  She’d seen the looks on their faces and thought she understood just how hard it had been for them to walk away from her. If they felt anything like she had after her spanking, it explained their terrible moods.

  A slow smile spread across her face as she realized that whenever they punished her, they would also be punishing themselves.

  She’d seen their eyes when she’d bared a breast. What if she accidentally did something like that again?

  She could use that against them. She’d just have to learn what else she could do to get to them.

  Humming a tune, she crossed the room to get dressed. It seemed she’d finally found a way to get even with them.

  * * * *

  After a long day of travelling, Maggie stepped down onto the platform, amazed to find herself in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Grateful for Eb and Jeremiah’s big bodies surrounding hers and their firm hold on her arms as they led her through the crowd, she struggled to keep up. Curious and intent on seeing everything, she whipped her head from side to side and probably would have tripped several times if they hadn’t been holding on to her.

  Despite her exhaustion after the long trip, her mind remained amazingly alert. Chills from nerves racked her body, which made her even clumsier. Straightening her spine, she forced herself to pay attention to her steps, determined not to fall and make a fool of herself, and raised her voice to be heard over all the noise.

  “I thought you said there weren’t that many people here.”

  Jeremiah pulled her closer to his side as they worked their way through the crowd, rubbing her shoulder as if aware of her trembling. “Tulsa’s crowded. It’s much better at the ranch.”

  “Don’t you mean in Desire?”

  Eb chuckled. “I can’t wait to see what the men think about that.”

  As in Kansas City, the crowd moved aside to let them through. Even though they slowed their long-legged strides for her, she still had trouble keeping up with them.

  Instead of being tired fro
m the long trip, coming home seemed to energize them.

  For Maggie, though, every step was a struggle, as though she walked through molasses.

  Jeremiah caught her when she faltered. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you to the hotel. You’re done in.”

  “Hotel? I thought we were going to your ranch.”

  He didn’t answer, the noise around them making it nearly impossible to have a conversation anyway.

  Both men continued across the platform and down the steps to where several men gathered, straightening at their approach. To Maggie’s horror, a very fierce-looking Indian came forward and headed straight toward them. Every smooth stride brought him closer, danger in every line of his body. Dressed as the other men, he wore a holster but also had a knife attached to his belt.

  Scared now, Maggie tugged at Eb. “Oh, my God. Look, he’s coming this way.”

  Jeremiah frowned down to where her hand fisted in Eb’s jacket.

  “It’s all right, Maggie. He’s one of ours.”

  As he gathered her against him, she released Eb, staring in fear at the Indian, her breath catching when he stopped directly in front of Eb and thrust out his hand. To her further amazement, when he spoke, he spoke in perfect English.

  “Welcome home. Had enough of city life yet?” The grin that split his face stole Maggie’s breath.

  Eb grimaced, shaking his head. “I don’t know how I lived there all those years. Maggie, this is Phoenix, one of our foremen. Phoenix, this is Maggie Tyler, our wife.”

  The other man didn’t look even the least bit surprised at Eb’s statement. When he took her hand in his and spoke, she understood why.

  “It’s about time I finally get to meet you. I understand the entire reason the Circle T was built is because of you.”

  He released her hand almost immediately, his smile disappearing when he turned back to Eb. “The buckboards are ready, and we’ll watch them in shifts overnight. We’ll have to wait to buy supplies from here until we see how much room we have left.”