Desire Oklahoma The Founding Fathers Trilogy

by Leah Brooke

  Jeremiah slid a hand around her shoulders, smiling down at her when her head fell back to his shoulder. “We’ll make it up to you. Now let’s get you inside so we can strip you down and check for other injuries. Do you hurt anywhere else?”

  “No.” Maggie’s smile made Eb’s heart trip. “Now that I know that you love me, I don’t hurt anymore.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Maggie groaned, disgruntled to have the covers pulled away. “Give that back. I’m cold.”

  Not bothering to open her eyes, she reached out for the quilt, smiling when her hand encountered warm, bare flesh, moaning when an equally warm hand slid gently over her hip.

  “Or you can come back here and keep me warm.”

  Eb chuckled and spread her thighs. “I think I can manage that. Your bruise is all gone.”

  Maggie’s eyes flew open when her wrists were gathered in one strong hand and lifted over her head, her eyes widening to see Jeremiah lowering his mouth to her breast.

  They’d delighted her by touching her frequently in the two weeks since the storm, their touches loving and gentle, nothing like the way they’d been before.

  She missed it.

  She missed the raw passion and fierce determination in their lovemaking more than she’d ever thought possible.

  Of course, she loved the tenderness they’d showed since she’d been injured and thrilled at their hushed conversations in the dark.

  Both still had hard edges she knew she’d never completely get rid of, but she loved that part of them now. They’d worked tirelessly since the tornado, sending men to town to get supplies and building a new outbuilding, one even larger than the old one.

  Jeremiah laughed when she commented on it. “With all the new women coming, they’ll have to eat somewhere, at least until they’re claimed. Men have already started scooping up the land adjoining the ranch to build houses for their new brides.”

  Working all day, rebuilding the chow shack, along with fence and rounding up horses and cattle, they still came home several times during the day to check on her. When they found her out in the yard helping Duke cook the never-ending meals he supplied, they’d gone crazy, carrying her back into the house and putting her in bed.

  Eb stood over her, his hands on his hips as he scowled down at her. “Stay put, damn it. You’re still sore, and what about that bump on your head? What if you get dizzy and fall down?”

  Maggie had stared up at him in astonishment. “You really don’t think I’m going to stay in bed all day, do you? I haven’t stayed in bed all day since Esmeralda put me there when I had a bad cold. I’m not sick, and I’ll go crazy here. I’m just helping Duke cook. I helped Cookie enough times to know what to do.”

  Glowering, Eb shook his head. “No.”

  She’d done it anyway, ignoring his and Jeremiah’s glares, and they’d eventually calmed down, but still checked her injuries every day.

  Now that she’d finally recovered, she couldn’t wait to see what they had in store for her.

  Arching, she sucked in a breath when Eb ran his tongue through her slit. “I told you that last night. Oh, God. More.”

  Jeremiah sucked a nipple, scraping it with his teeth before raising his head to smile down at her. “You’ve been telling us that every night for a week, but it was still there.”

  He nipped at her bottom lip, his eyes hooded. “You’ve been lying.”

  Eb’s mouth on her slit made it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. “Oh! No, I wasn’t. Ahhh! Lying. You think I’m too fragile to—oh, God—touch me anymore and I want you to—Eb!”

  The pull on her clit sent her right to the edge with a speed that left her breathless. Digging her heels into Eb’s back, she fought Jeremiah’s hold on her wrists, screaming in frustration when Eb lifted his head. “Damn you. Finish it.”

  “No.” Eb held her legs, his smile devious. “You’re all better now, and it’s time for you to pay for a few things.”

  Maggie’s pussy clenched at the silky decadence in his deep tone. Her temper flared, her unsatisfied lust adding fuel to the fire.

  “There’s nothing for me to pay for. Stop teasing me, and make me come. Besides, you said you love me.”

  Eb blinked. “What’s that got to do with anything? We’ve just been waiting for you to recover to give you the punishments you’ve been earning.”

  Shifting restlessly, Maggie tried to get Jeremiah to touch her breasts, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to relieve the ache that settled there. Her clit throbbed, still moist and warm from Eb’s tongue.

  “Damn it. You said you love me. You can’t spank me anymore!”

  Jeremiah chuckled. “If we didn’t love you, we wouldn’t have spanked you in the first place.”

  Maggie shivered as his fingers traced over her nipples. “That doesn’t make any sense. You’re only mean to me if you love me? Oh, God. Do that again.”

  Eb parted her folds and blew lightly on her clit, chuckling when she moaned and kicked her feet.

  “If we didn’t care about you, we wouldn’t care what you did. Your health, safety, and happiness are the most important things to us, and anyone who jeopardizes any one of them will have to pay.” Sliding his thumbs lower, he ran his thumb over her puckered opening, his eyes narrowing threateningly. “Including you.”

  The touch to her bottom hole filled her with trepidation, especially combined with their hooded gazes and Jeremiah’s devious smile.

  It also sent a wave of longing through her that had her nipples pebbling even tighter, tingling with anticipation. She rocked her hips, her pussy clenching in desperation and releasing even more of her juices.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong, damn it.”

  Eb touched her clit, making her jolt at the sharp pleasure. “You went out in a storm when you should have stayed inside where it was safe.”

  Maggie stared up at him in disbelief, cursing the fact that her clit burned. “Why don’t you stay inside safe instead of doing the dangerous work you do? You think I don’t know about those cattle rustlers you chased down?”

  Jeremiah paused and shot a glance at Eb before narrowing his eyes at her. “How did you know about that?”

  Eb tapped her clit. “She’s been eavesdropping again. That’s how she learned to cuss. Maggie, it’s our ranch and our responsibility to protect it. And you.”

  Maggie bit her lip to keep from crying out at the tap to her clit, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how effective their teasing was. “And my job is to take care of other things. Like the laundry and cooking. You can’t punish me for that.”

  It sounded like a good argument to her, and she hoped they agreed. She couldn’t take much more of their play, not when her body already burned this way, the warning signs of an impending orgasm growing stronger and stronger.

  To her frustration, Jeremiah smiled and teased her nipples. “Not when it endangers you unnecessarily, like gathering laundry in the middle of a thunderstorm, and not when it’s something we’ve already told you not to do, like being outside cooking when you’re recovering from a head injury.”

  Having her wrists still clasped in his hand and held over her head left her breasts far too vulnerable, something Jeremiah obviously intended to take advantage of. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t remain still while he ran his fingers back and forth over her nipples, the little electric shocks shooting one after another to her slit.

  Her pussy leaked even more moisture, coating the fingers Eb teased her with, his knowing smile thrilling her. Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat, making it feel swollen and heavy.

  The more they played with her body this way, the more she had trouble concentrating on their words. “If I passed out around Duke, he would have helped me.”

  Eb pressed a thumb against her bottom hole, applying enough pressure to steal her breath. “We told you not to. You’ve also been getting away with quite a bit the last few weeks, like telling lies about not hurting when you
were. You can’t lie to us about things like that, Maggie. We can’t keep you safe if you don’t tell us the truth.”

  Jeremiah bent, licking a nipple and then blowing on it. “Besides, after the way you responded when I slapped your clit, we’re anxious to use the leather piece we bought on you. You seem to be getting a little cocky since we told you we love you.”

  Maggie closed her hands into fists, her body stiffening when Eb applied a little more pressure, pressing the tip of his finger into her and making her bottom hole sting.

  Eb moved his finger, his smile wicked and arrogant. “You seem to think that because we love you, you can get away with anything. We’re about to show you differently. Because we love you, you’re going to be watched constantly. By everyone.”

  She opened her mouth to object but forgot what she was about to say when Jeremiah pinched a nipple.

  Leaning close, Jeremiah brushed her lips with his. “You wanted us to assure you that all the women would be protected, remember? That includes you, darlin’.”

  Eb slid from the bed to stand beside it at the same time Jeremiah straightened to kneel on the bed next to her on the other side. In a move so fast she never saw it coming, Eb flipped her to her stomach, even now not putting any pressure on her recently healed hip.

  His lips touched her ear, his voice soft velvet layered over strong iron. The firm hand on her lower back held her down, and all the squirming in the world couldn’t free her hands.

  “The only way to protect you is to get you to obey us. It appears the only way to get you to obey us is to teach you that we mean what we say. To do that, we need to get your attention.”

  Jeremiah kissed her shoulder on the other side. “A lesson you’ll never forget. Remember how wet you got when we spanked you?”

  Unable to stop herself, Maggie pressed her mound to the bed. How could she forget? The promise of experiencing that kind of pleasure again had her pussy leaking moisture, but at the same time filled her with a sense of failure.

  Closing her hands into fists again, she turned her head to Eb, shivering again when his lips caressed her neck. “I don’t understand. I thought you cared about me. I didn’t think you’d be mad at me anymore.”

  Both men stilled, their hands unmoving on her, and a tense silence filled the room. The seconds seemed to drag on forever when the only sound she could hear was that of her own heart.

  Keeping her eyes closed, she waited, hardly daring to breathe.

  She’d thought they’d finally begun to care for her as a wife. She thought she’d finally earned their respect as a woman, one who could face the hardships of the life they lived.

  The silence and stillness ended in a rush as Eb flipped her to her back and gathered her against him, a grim-faced Jeremiah on her other side.

  Eb cupped her jaw, turning her to face him. “Not care for you?”

  His hand tightened, his face a mask of fury. “I’d give my life to keep you safe. Without question. Without hesitation. Do you know what it felt like to see that board hit you? Do you know that my heart stopped thinking you were dead? Do you know what it felt like to watch you crumble to the ground, or that I prayed the whole time I raced to you? Do you know what it felt like to have you in my arms and you wouldn’t open those blue eyes for me?”

  Eb gathered her close, burying his face in her hair. “I’d die for you, Maggie. I love you so much I can hardly stand it.”

  Stunned, Maggie lifted her hand to his hair, holding him against her. “Oh, Eb. Really? You love me that much? You really love me that way?”

  He lifted his head, a look of shock and disbelief twisting his features. “I swear, woman, one of these days you’re going to push me too far.”

  A thrill went through her at the “woman,” as Jeremiah shot his brother a look and reached for her, wrapping his arms around her. Eb cursed heatedly and shot up from the bed to pace back and forth in front of the window.

  With a hand in her hair, Jeremiah lifted her against him. “Maggie, of course we love you. We thought you understood that. When you got hurt, it scared us to death.”

  Amazed at the remembered horror on his face and the fact that Eb still cursed and paced, Maggie lifted a hand to Jeremiah’s cheek, wanting nothing more than to spend her life showing these two remarkable men just how much she loved both of them. “Love me, then. All I ever wanted was for you and Eb to love me. I can’t believe you’re both really mine. I’ve loved you both for so long. After all these years…”

  Jeremiah smiled, his fingers trailing down her cheek. “Darlin’, you scared the hell out of us. We already knew we’d have to keep you in line in order to keep you safe. You’ve always been too headstrong, which was fine when you were back on the Shenandoah. You had plenty of people to look out for you from the time you learned how to walk. But it’s different here, and although you’re still going to have people looking out for you, there are dangers here that you never faced back home.”

  Eb paused next to the bed, his hands on his hips as he scowled down at her. “At home, no one would have left you outside when a damned tornado was brewing. Damn it, Maggie, what the hell were you thinking?”

  Maggie blinked. “I was trying to be a good wife. The laundry—”

  Jeremiah’s eyes flashed in a rare show of temper. “Fuck the laundry! If that board had hit you in the head instead of hitting your shoulder first—”

  His hands tightened on her as he rocked her against him. “Christ, when I think about how easily you could have died—hell.”

  Eb touched her hair. “You’re going to learn in a way that makes a hell of an impression just how important your safety is to us. You might get mad, but I don’t give a damn.”

  In a voice as soft as it was menacing, Eb slid a hand over her bottom. “Jeremiah, let’s show our darling little wife what will happen to her the next time she decides to risk herself.”

  Jeremiah tangled his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back to face her fully. The flash of heat in his eyes was her only warning before he flipped her effortlessly over his lap.

  Two sharp slaps landed before she could draw a breath, followed quickly by another two.

  “You keep yourself safe and out of harm’s way no matter what, do you hear me, Margaret Mary?”

  Maggie squealed, covering her burning bottom with her hands. “Of course I can hear you. Damn it, stop spanking me.”

  Jeremiah caught both of her hands in one of his and held them securely at the small of her back. “No.” Several more slaps landed in rapid succession.

  No matter how much she tried to twist and turn, she couldn’t escape her spanking. Cursing and squealing the entire time, she froze when he stopped abruptly and strong hands grasped the cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide.

  “What are you doing?” The panic in her voice couldn’t be hidden as she tried to clench her buttocks.

  Another slap landed before his hands went to her inner thighs, spreading them. Jeremiah rested a forearm across her back, effectively holding her down. “Be still. You’re not going anywhere until we’re through.”

  Although the slaps to her bottom burned, the heat from them did more to arouse than to hurt, something she suspected they knew.

  With her thighs and bottom cheeks spread, she knew they could see her juices coating her thighs, made worse by the tremendously vulnerable feeling of having her forbidden opening revealed.

  Kicking her feet, she tried to look over her shoulder at them. “Why can’t you leave my bottom alone?”

  Eb chuckled, a devious sound that had her bottom hole clenching defensively. “Because you respond so well to attention there. Playing with your ass and clit gets your attention like nothing else.”

  Jeremiah ran a hand down her back. “But playing with your clit doesn’t scare you. Hell, you even like it when we slap you there. But inserting something into your ass, well, that’s another story. That consumes you, doesn’t it, darlin’?”

  The open tin of salve hit the floor right
under her, and she knew they’d done it on purpose so she would know what they intended.

  Eb laid a hand low over her bottom, lifting and parting her bottom cheeks again, while at the same time holding in the heat from Jeremiah’s spanking.

  “Tonight, baby, you’re getting fucked by both of your husbands at the same time. By the time tonight rolls around, you’ll be begging for it.”

  Jeremiah rubbed her back at her involuntary shiver. “After you have some time to think about putting yourself at risk again. You won’t be able to stop thinking about us for one minute. You’ll remember all day not to do anything we wouldn’t want you to do.”

  Bending close, he reached beneath her to pinch a nipple, chuckling when she cried out and tried to rub against him.

  “We can do this to you every single day until you learn to remember our rules for you and learn to keep out of trouble, no matter what.”

  Maggie trembled, crying out when a thick, salve-coated finger slid right through the tight ring of muscle and into her bottom. “Oh, God. I can’t believe when you do that to me.”

  She clenched on it, loving and fearing having that part of her body invaded. The fear added an element to sex she doubted if she’d ever understand, but that took her to another place, a place where nothing existed but sensation.

  Another pinch to her nipple and a stroke to her clit had her writhing on Jeremiah’s lap, crying out and fighting to get the release she so desperately needed.

  Her clit was on fire, the swollen bundle of nerves throbbing endlessly and driving her wild. Her ass wouldn’t stop clamping down on the finger moving inside it as it withdrew and came back with even more of the slippery salve.

  Suddenly, the finger withdrew, leaving her bottom hole grasping at emptiness.

  Through her cries, Jeremiah stood, holding her in front of him with a strong forearm wrapped around her waist. When Eb moved to stand in front of her, she automatically reached out for him, her arms dropping when he smiled and held up a piece of leather.

  “This is for you, baby. You’ll wear this until we take it off of you. See this little piece of smooth metal in the back? It was made to go up your ass where it’ll stay until I take it out.”