by Leah Brooke
Before they’d been calm and their caresses tender and smooth. Now, their hands shook slightly, their touch more desperate, and they clenched their jaws as though struggling for control.
Having no idea what two such men would be like if that control snapped, Savannah shook helplessly with nerves, and a need so enticing, it scared her.
Their fingers tugging at her nipples and caressing her breasts felt hot against skin cooled by the late-afternoon breeze. Her stomach muscles contracted with each panting breath she released, and her skin felt too tight for her body.
The unfamiliar sensations made it nearly impossible to think clearly, but her mind screamed at her to stand her ground and maintain her newfound independence.
“No. I couldn’t. I don’t want to, oh, God, be beholden to…to you or any other m–man.”
Both men stilled, making her squirm with the need to get their hands moving again.
To her extreme disappointment, Hayes lifted his hand from her breast to cup her chin, his hand so large that his thumb brushed against one ear and his fingers the other.
His eyes went flat, the danger surrounding him more exciting than scary now.
“Beholden? You think that’s what we want from you? To be beholden to us?”
Unsettled at the wave of longing his rumbling tone sent through her, she tried to pull out of his grip. Used to dealing with her uncle, she was shocked at Hayes’s strength and realized just how gentle they’d both been with her that night.
Shivering in delight at the rough texture of Wyatt’s hands cupping her breasts, Savannah lifted her gaze to his.
“Please understand. I don’t want to be helpless ever again.”
Brushing his lips with hers, Hayes groaned.
“As long as there’s breath in my body, you’ll never be helpless.”
He swallowed the cry she made, taking her mouth in one of those slow, thorough kisses that made her head spin.
Finding it hard to believe that a man like Hayes could be so feeling, she fisted her hands in his shirt, her heart beating out of control.
In the meantime, Wyatt made quick work of unfastening her pants and yanking them down to her knees. Running his hands over her bare bottom, he touched his lips to her ear.
“We want you to look to us for protection and to provide for you. We want you to come to us when you need or want anything. We want you to reach for us when your body’s on fire the way it is now.”
Hayes lifted his head, running his tongue over his bottom lip as though savoring the taste of her.
She’d never realized the level of intimacy that men and women could share. What they did to her now couldn’t compare to being held in the dark with her face hidden, but she’d been so scared and overwhelmed that night, she hadn’t been able to relax enough to enjoy it.
Their tenderness and affection had made it a wonderful experience for her, but the need she felt now made it so much different. Combined with their obvious affection for her, their lovemaking affected her even more strongly than before.
With a hot hand on each hip, Wyatt turned her to the side and watched her as his firm hands slid over her abdomen and between her thighs, separated her folds to the cool air.
The effect knocked her legs out from under her and she grabbed at Hayes to stay upright, thankful that he already held her securely.
Stunned at the feel of the cold air blowing over her swollen clit, Savannah stood frozen in place.
Naked from her neck to her knees, she should have felt cold, but the heat of their bodies surrounding her and the warmth of their hands kept her toasty warm. It made the contrast of the cold air blowing over her clit even more intense.
She whimpered at the too extreme sensation, reaching to cover herself, but Wyatt caught her hands in his, lifting it to his shoulder.
Holding her upright with an arm around her waist, he caressed her breast, his slow, tender touch sending jagged shards of white-hot pleasure through her.
“When you need to be loved, to be pleasured, when you ache, you come to us. We’ll always take care of you, Savannah. In every way.”
Looming over her, Hayes clenched his jaw, making the scar on his cheek even more pronounced.
“I’ve got to have my mouth on you. I didn’t get a chance the last time, and I’ve been regretting it for months.”
Savannah eagerly parted her lips and leaned forward, anxious for one of his slow kisses, one that made her feel all woman.
Touching his lips to hers, he smiled faintly, his eyes dancing with amusement.
“I’m glad to see you open so readily for my kiss, but that’s not where I was talking about putting my mouth.”
Savannah blinked, wondering if he could mean what she thought he meant. Her clit throbbed, the cold air so foreign on that part of her that she could hardly stand it. Between that and being exposed so completely, she shook with apprehension and a need so strong it threatened to consume her.
It thrilled her that she could put that look on his face, but the look itself filled her with apprehension.
“Something’s wrong.” Unsure and scared, she held on to Wyatt’s forearm with one shaky hand and twisted her other free of Hayes’s grip to reach for her pants.
Hayes ran a finger through her folds, smiling when she gasped and her knees buckled again.
“I’ll fix it for you, darlin’. Don’t fight it. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Wyatt tilted her head back, keeping her gaze on him as he covered her breast and squeezed her nipples between two strong fingers.
“There isn’t a thing wrong with you. This is how it’s supposed to be between a man and a woman.”
She felt more than saw Hayes crouch down in front of her, shaking even harder when his hands came around her to grip her buttocks. Sucking in a breath when his warm breath heated her damp center, she fought to close her thighs, but his knees between hers kept them spread wide.
A second later, the warmth became fire as his tongue made a slow trail over her slick flesh, the sensation so astounding she grabbed at Wyatt again for support.
“Oh, God. You can’t. It’s so…”
Wyatt smiled, his eyes glittering with indulgence, affection, and something hot and wicked.
“Naughty. Delicious. Sweet.”
Hayes lifted his head. “All of the above. I think we should make her wear skirts all the time just so we can throw them up whenever one of us gets a hunger for her.”
Groaning, he buried his face between her thighs again, lapping at her, each stroke making her jolt, her entire body shaking with need.
She couldn’t hold back her cries, so alarmed at the strength of the amazing pleasure, the feel of his tongue sliding over her clit so naughty and sinful she knew she should have objected.
But, God, she wanted it.
Hayes growled, the sound of it vibrating over her clit. “Damn, honey. You taste so good. I could make a meal of you. Come for me. Give me more of those juices.”
Having no idea what he was talking about, Savannah struggled to be free, frightened at his complete dominance over her senses, one that she couldn’t fight, no matter how hard she tried.
The pressure inside her built with each stroke, becoming too intense to bear.
It scared her even more that Wyatt and Hayes didn’t even seem to notice.
It felt incredible, and the fact that a man as hard as Hayes would get such enjoyment from doing such a thing to her made it even more exciting.
Fisting her hands on Wyatt’s chest, she looked up at him, licking her dry lips.
“Wyatt! Please. Help me.”
A remarkable change came over his features, the wickedness in his eyes softening with tenderness and emotion.
“Don’t be frightened, Savannah. Yes, that’s it. Let go. Take your pleasure.”
The heat between her thighs grew even hotter. The tingling awareness in her pussy and clit sharpened, becoming almost unbearable.
And still the pressure built.
Gulping in air, Savannah shook her head helplessly. “No. Something’s happening to me. Make it stop.”
The tingling grew, as did her trembling. It felt so good, better than anything had ever felt, but she couldn’t take much more of it. The intensity of it scared her out of her wits, but she just couldn’t stop reaching for more.
Without even meaning to, she pushed against Hayes’s mouth even as she struggled to push out of their arms.
Hayes moaned against her folds before lifting his head, holding her gaze as he slid his finger into her pussy and began to press at her inner walls.
“I’m not going to let you fight this. There’s nothing to fear, Savannah. Trust us.”
He pushed his finger deeper, at the same time sucking her clit into his mouth. His movements became more forceful when she cried out as the pressure inside her seemed to explode. He kept sucking and stroking as the rippling waves of the most supreme pleasure went through her—wave after wave of it until she couldn’t think about anything else at all.
It was like nothing she’d ever experienced, the pleasure making her body tighten and jerk out of her control. She couldn’t stop it, each flick of Hayes’s tongue and slide of his finger into her moist opening making the sensations even stronger.
Her entire body stiffened as his attention to her throbbing clit went on and on. Her pussy clenched repeatedly on the slow-moving finger inside her, intensifying the sensation of being filled.
Everything became focused on her clit and pussy. Nothing else mattered. Not her nakedness, not her need for independence, not her uncle.
Nothing.
Just this incredible feeling that made her entire body tingle and shake until she went limp, her muscles so weak she couldn’t even support her own weight.
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, trusting Hayes and Wyatt to keep her from falling.
As if from a distance, she heard Wyatt croon to her, words that jumbled in her mind and made no sense at all, but the gentleness in his tone came through. It filled her with a warmth that reached deep inside her, the strength of his hold making her feel safe and secure while the world spun all around her.
She collapsed against him, thankful that he caught her in his arms.
Barely aware of Hayes coming to his feet and wrapping his arms around her from the other side, Savannah slumped, positive she couldn’t have stood on her own even if she’d wanted to.
Wyatt held her close, running a hand up and down her back to her bare bottom, which suddenly felt cold.
“That’s the kind of pleasure we’ll give you. You were too nervous when we took your virginity, but now you see what it feels like and won’t be afraid anymore.”
It took every ounce of effort she possessed to push out of their arms, her hands and knees shaking as she struggled to right her clothing, brushing aside their attempts to help her.
Dizzy, she had trouble balancing, but each time they reached for her, she slapped their hands away, too shaken by what had just happened to want to be touched again.
It took several minutes of struggling to catch her breath before she could even speak.
“Do you mean that it’s supposed to feel like that when you…you know?”
Wyatt chuckled. “If we do it right. Don’t you worry about it. That’s up to us. All you have to do is enjoy it.”
It seemed stupid to turn away from them to finish dressing, especially since they’d already seen and touched everything, but Savannah couldn’t help it.
Looking over her shoulder, she finished fastening her pants and started buttoning her shirt, her shaking hands making the simple task difficult.
“That can’t happen again. I told you. I’m not staying.”
Hayes’s eyes narrowed as he turned her to face him. “If you go, we go with you.”
His flat tone told her he would do it.
She couldn’t let them follow her. They could never live the way they wanted to live anywhere but here, and if she stayed, her uncle would ruin things for everyone. She had to be far from here before he found her.
She couldn’t let them want her.
“No! I want you to stay away from me.”
Hayes stepped forward and yanked her against him, licking his lips, still shiny with her juices.
“There’s nothing on God’s green earth that’ll keep me away from you. Belonging to us is going to be nothing like belonging to your uncle. With us, you’ll be loved and cared for.”
“Loved?” Savannah snorted inelegantly, pulled from his grip, and started for her horse. “My uncle told me he loved me all the time. If that’s love, I want no part of it. Besides, you can’t love me. You don’t even know me. Just leave me alone.” She mounted her horse, but Wyatt and Hayes were already there, Hayes taking the reins out of her hands before she could stop him.
His eyes turned icy, the hard lawman returning.
“I know what I feel, Savannah. I’m not a schoolboy. I told you I loved you back in Kansas City, and I meant it. I’ve never said that to another woman, and I don’t appreciate having it thrown back in my face.”
“Neither do I.” Hayes ran a hand up her thigh, sending another one of those jarring thrills through her.
“I never would have taken your virginity if I hadn’t loved you. I’ve never taken a virgin before, and I didn’t do it lightly.” Lifting a brow, he smiled coldly. “I wouldn’t have taken you for the kind of woman to give your virginity to two men you don’t love.”
Savannah turned away, hoping the darkening sky would keep them from seeing her burning cheeks.
She hadn’t given her virginity lightly at all. She’d fallen in love with both of them almost from the first time she’d laid eyes on them, and she hadn’t been able to resist their lovemaking for long.
She’d been lonely for so long, her only source of love and affection coming from the Tylers, Esmeralda, and Maggie at the Bar T.
She’d been starving for tenderness and hadn’t even realized it until the night Wyatt and Hayes had shown her the kind of closeness she’d never even known existed.
Her plans to leave town had been made long before they’d gotten there, but once she gave herself to them, she knew she had to escape as soon as possible.
Each moment with them made her more aware of what she’d been missing in her life. The taste she’d had of it made her hungry for more—something she knew she couldn’t have had in Kansas City. Her uncle would never let her go, and even if he had, she wouldn’t have been able to live with both Wyatt and Hayes there.
So, she’d run away, intent on finding happiness, and she had no intention of stopping now.
“I didn’t give myself lightly, but that doesn’t mean I want two men telling me what to do. Believe whatever you want. But, just as soon as Maggie has her baby, I’m leaving Desire. Alone.”
Wyatt reached up to caress her breast through her shirt, drawing a gasp from her as he stroked a too-sensitive nipple.
“You’re wrong on all counts. You already belong to us, and you won’t be leaving Desire at all. You’re ours, Savannah. Make no mistake about that.”
“Never.” Savannah yanked the reins out of his hands and started back the way they’d come, having no idea how to get to the Circle T.
She needn’t have worried.
They caught up with her almost immediately, flanking her as they rode back to the ranch.
Riding in silence for several minutes, Savannah’s mind wandered with thoughts of how it might have been if she could have stayed there. When Hayes moved closer, she jerked back to the present, stiffening.
Leaning toward her, he touched her arm, wrapping his strong fingers around it until she met his gaze.
“The only reason we didn’t take you tonight is because we didn’t want to betray Eb’s trust. Or yours. That doesn’t mean we’re going to leave you alone. Ever.”
Wyatt laughed beside her, a cold sound that chilled her.
“Be on your guard, honey. Every time we get t
he chance, we’re going to give you so much pleasure, you’ll never want to leave us. We’ll get through that stubbornness of yours no matter what it takes.”
Savannah rode on in silence toward the lights burning in the distance, very much afraid that they spoke the truth.
Chapter Three
After putting away the horses, they made their way toward the large chow building, her stomach rumbling at the delicious smells coming from inside.
Hayes took her arm and guided her through the heavy door.
“Damn, it smells like Duke outdid himself again.”
Feeling all eyes on her, Savannah paused just inside the doorway, automatically seeking out Maggie.
Seated at what appeared to be her usual place, her friend waved and started to get up, but Jeremiah stopped her with a hand on her arm, bending to say something that had Maggie nodding, her fatigue apparent even from several feet away.
Eb came to his feet and approached, his eyes narrowing as they moved over her face.
Uncomfortable and feeling a little insecure, she instinctively moved closer to Hayes, a gesture that made Eb’s gaze sharpen and seemed to amuse several of the other men sitting nearby.
Recognizing her mistake, she tried to move away, but Hayes caught her with an arm around her waist, keeping her at his side.
Wyatt closed in on her other, raising his voice loud enough for everyone to hear him. “Eb, your charge is here safe and sound. Hayes and I have already declared our intentions and made a claim on Savannah.”
Eb inclined his head.
“It appears she’s accepted your claim. She went off alone with you of her own free will and goes to you for safety. Congratulations. We’ll see the preacher the next time we go into town.”
The men started cheering, drowning out her gasp.
Shaking off Hayes’s restraining hand, Savannah ran after Eb, grabbing his forearm until he turned back around.
“Eb Tyler, I said no such thing! I thought you said I could choose.”
A dark brow went up, his lips thinning.
“You’re going to have to make up your mind, Savannah. I won’t have fights breaking out between my men and the new sheriffs because the men can’t figure out if you’re taken or not. If you’re not taken, they’re going to make a play for you.”