by Leah Brooke
Frustrated at the inability to move enough to get that delicious feeling again, she bucked against Wyatt.
“I can’t do this. Let me go!”
“Never.” Hayes’s voice rasped over her ear, making her shiver.
A second later, a sharp slap to her vulnerable bottom had her crying out, stilling in shock. The slight pain almost immediately spread, becoming a diffused heat that made her entire slit hot and tingly.
Her breasts seemed to swell against Wyatt’s chest, her nipples tight and in need of attention. Her bottom hole, still slick from salve, clenched at emptiness, her inner walls still quivering with awareness at Wyatt’s recent play.
She needed to be filled there.
The realization that something so intimate and forbidden could be so incredibly exciting alarmed her, but with that alarm came the recognition of how much she trusted them and how very much she wanted to please them.
And give them the submission they seemed to all revel in.
Hayes reinforced her sudden insight by circling a finger around her puckered opening, making the tender flesh tingle and tighten.
“No more arguing. I want your promise—right here, right now—that you’ll never put anything like that in our food again. We have to be able to protect you, and I won’t put up with your tricks to avoid us.”
With her eyes closed, Savannah threw her head back against Hayes’s strong shoulder. She desperately wanted to rock her hips, but the threat of the finger which began to press at her bottom hole kept her from moving.
Remaining still had to be the hardest thing she’d ever done.
The finger disappeared, followed almost immediately by another slap. Another cry broke free, one more of surprise than pain. A nervous moan followed when he pressed his finger against her again, applying even more pressure.
She wanted it inside her so badly that it took incredible willpower not to press back against him.
“I promise. I won’t do that ever again. Please. Take me. Don’t play with me this way. It’s mean.”
She wanted to come. She needed the relief from this torment. She needed her ass filled again. She wanted it stretched and full and came close to begging Hayes to take her with his cock.
Only fear of trying to take something that large into her bottom kept her silent.
Hayes applied more pressure. “You gonna marry us?”
“I can’t—ah!”
Wyatt withdrew and surged deep.
“Because of your uncle?”
“Yes. He’ll ruin everything. He’ll spread the word about this town and come down preaching about hellfire and damnation until—yes!” Her words came out in a rush as she squirmed helplessly between Wyatt and Hayes.
Hayes wrapped an arm around her waist and pushed his fingertip into her bottom, using pressure against the sides of the tight ring of muscle to stretch her there and making it sting.
“Your uncle doesn’t stand a chance. This town is closed to outsiders, and it’s our job to keep it that way. He won’t get to you, Savannah.”
Whimpering, she pushed back against Hayes, taking a little more of his finger, making the cock in her pussy feel even larger.
“It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s you…the town. He’ll ruin it all. The things he said after the Tylers left…” Her words came out in quick, panting breaths, cutting off altogether when Hayes thrust his finger deep.
Wyatt’s slow, smooth thrusts came faster, his cock spearing inside her with more force than before.
“That’s enough. We take care of what belongs to us, you most of all.” Tightening his hands on her hips, he moved her on his cock, surprising her with his strength. His movements also moved her on the finger impaling her bottom, a finger that pressed with unrelenting pressure against her inner walls.
Even though she’d already experienced it, the sensations raging through her still shocked her so much that she couldn’t move.
It didn’t seem to matter because Wyatt moved her however he wanted to, moving her on his cock with increasing speed and strength.
Before she knew it, her body started to gather again, the pressure building toward the release she knew they would give her. Her clit felt huge and tingled in the way she’d come to expect when her orgasm got close.
She never seemed to be able to hold it off, no matter how hard she tried. Every slide of their hands over her skin, every groan or encouraging word, even the heat of being spanked added to her pleasure and made them impossible to resist.
She couldn’t hold back her response from them any more than she could hold back water from a dam. She yearned for their touch and the pleasure they could give her with every fiber of her being. Staring into Wyatt’s eyes and with Hayes whispering erotic promises against her ear, she knew her response to them was more than just physical.
The thought of refusing them, of walking away from them, became unbearable.
Hayes scraped his teeth over her neck, growling as his hand tightened around her waist.
“No matter how far you run, you’ll never get away from me.”
He stunned her by removing his finger, yanking it from her bottom with a speed that stole her breath. Even though Wyatt’s cock filled her pussy, their play with her bottom had awakened her there, and now that part of her craved their attention so badly she wanted to cry.
Sliding the hand from her waist to her breasts, he bent to scrape his teeth over her shoulder, the gesture somehow both threatening and affectionate. His fingers closed lightly over her nipple, his intention clear.
“And we both know how to take very good care of you in all ways. You had us fooled, you know? Trying to mislead the sheriff will get you thrown in jail. I could tie you naked to the bars, and no one would be the wiser.”
“I d–didn’t mislead you. You made assumptions about m–me. You saw what you were supposed to see. Just like everybody else.”
Wyatt’s expression became hard and tense as he slowed his thrusts.
“We’re supposed to know you better than anyone else does. That sweet and innocent woman we fell in love with in Kansas City turned out to be someone quite different than we expected.”
His words sent a chill through her, and she had to swallow before meeting his gaze.
Trying not to clench on him, she stiffened as Hayes closed the fingers over her nipple, pinching it just hard enough to shoot arrows of heat to her slit.
“And you figured out I’m just like my mother after all, and not the kind of woman you should marry.”
Struggling to keep her hurt from showing, she clenched on Wyatt, her body making demands even as her mind screamed to push him away.
Hayes chuckled softly against her ear, sending more of those irresistible shivers up and down her spine. Pressing a hard finger against her bottom hole again, he slid a thumb over her nipple.
“We figured out that underneath that cool, polite shell was a warm woman who isn’t afraid to fight for what she wants—a passionate woman who responds to everything we do to her. How about two fingers in that tight ass, honey? Then Wyatt can let you come.”
The pinch of her puckered opening being stretched wide curled her toes. “It’s too much. Oh, God. I’m so full.”
Hayes groaned, the hands on her breast becoming even more demanding. “Wait until we both have our cocks inside you. Damn, honey, you’re tight.”
Wyatt’s groan sounded even more tortured as he took her with short, forceful thrusts.
“I can’t hold off anymore. Too good.”
His fingers dug into her as he took her in earnest, the friction of his cock over the inner walls of her pussy even more intense as his cock jumped and seemed to swell inside her.
Low groans and whispered words of sex poured over her from both sides, the affection in their tones even now warming her from within. Surrounded by their heat, penetrated in both openings, and with their words of praise and encouragement surrounding her, Savannah knew she’d never be happy anywhere else.
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nbsp; Hayes pressed against the inner walls of her ass, groaning and clenching the hand covering her breast.
“I can’t wait to take this ass. Damn, you’re responsive. So sweet. I want you naked and in my bed every night.”
Her body tightened, every muscle quivering. The fullness in both openings made her more aware of her slit than ever, as though nothing mattered except Wyatt’s cock and the devious fingers Hayes pushed inside her.
Her body no longer felt like her own, trembling in their arms and jerking uncontrollably.
Wyatt groaned and surged deep, his voice like broken glass.
“Yes, darlin’. Just let go. We’ve got you. Hell.”
Her cries sounded desperate and wild and nothing at all like her as her body gathered and, like a dam breaking, the pressure inside her burst free.
Her legs dropped, becoming stiff and jerky as her orgasm washed over her in huge, pleasure-filled swells. Grateful that Wyatt and Hayes held her securely, she couldn’t hold back her cries as her body tightened, making her bottom burn around the fingers Hayes stroked slowly in and out of her.
They murmured to her and to each other, their hands running over her easing her gradual descent.
Wyatt’s eyes raked over her body, his expression hard and unrelenting.
“Never letting you go. Never! You’ll stay if I have to tie. You. To. The. Bed.”
Each thrust accompanying his words seemed to fill her more than the last.
Hard muscle tightened all around her as Wyatt thrust deep and groaned, his big body shuddering against hers.
“Christ, I’m going crazy just thinking about that.”
His cock jumped as he came inside her, his groan hoarse and even more desperate sounding than before.
As she held on, Hayes leaned over her, covering her back from behind and cocooning her in warmth. With slow deliberation, he withdrew his fingers from her bottom, leaving it prickling with awareness.
“I’m not a man who likes to talk about feelings, so pay attention because I may not ever say it again. Just because you don’t hear the words very often doesn’t mean I don’t feel them. I love you, Savannah, and I’m not a man who loves lightly. I want to marry you and spend my life with you. I can’t make it any plainer than that.”
Kissing her hair, he straightened and reached out to untie her wrists, catching her against him as Wyatt withdrew from her and set her on her feet.
“I’ll do everything in my power to keep you here, but if I can’t, I’ll follow you.”
Surprised that they dressed her, Savannah held on to Wyatt’s shoulders, blinking back the tears that stung her eyes, tears caused by her weakness and their gentleness as they cared for her.
“My uncle and his friends would ruin everything you’re all trying to build. I couldn’t live with that.”
Hayes stopped her beside his horse, mounted, and reached down to pull her up in front of him in a show of strength that impressed the hell out of her.
“If we can’t handle people like your uncle, we wouldn’t last long here anyway. Haven’t you noticed how the men in Tulsa sidestep us? They don’t know what to make of us, so they shun us. Half the women look at us with interest and the other half spit on the sidewalk when we walk past. Maggie’s well protected every time we go there, and you will be, too.”
As they started out, Hayes pulled her close, his big hand spread over her belly.
“We may have already made a baby with you.”
The thought of carrying their child filled her with joy. Bubbles of happiness burst throughout her, making her almost giddy.
“If you don’t get that look off your face, I’m taking you again.”
Turning to meet Wyatt’s grin, she couldn’t hold back a smile.
“I know Eb and Jeremiah both think of Maggie’s baby as their own. Would the two of you feel the same way?”
Wyatt blinked, frowning. “Of course. Hayes and I will share everything concerning you, Savannah. We’ll be a family. I know it’ll take some time to get used to—for all of us—but we’ve seen the results. It’s worth it.”
Letting herself slump against Hayes, she smiled again when his arm tightened around her. They rode in silence for several minutes, both men apparently lost in their own thoughts.
Not long after the ranch came into view, Savannah turned to look up at Hayes’s stonelike features.
“If you want to marry me so much, why did you avoid me after I put the stuff in your food?”
If possible, his expression became even harder.
“Because Eb told us what happened between him and your uncle—and what your uncle tried to do to you.”
Stiffening, Savannah stared straight ahead. “He had no right to tell you that.”
Cursing, Hayes caught her before she could fall.
“It’s our right to know the threats to you, Savannah.”
Careful not to look at either of them, Savannah rubbed her arms against the chill that went through her.
“So you had to think about whether or not you still wanted me after learning that my uncle wanted to make me his whore?”
With a jerk of the reins, Hayes brought his horse to a standstill, his hands clenching.
“Say that word in reference to yourself again, and you’ll get a spanking that’ll keep you from sitting for months.”
Gripping her jaw, he turned her to face him.
“Only the thought of leaving you kept me from riding all the way back to Kansas City and killing him. I was too furious to be around. Wyatt and I spent the day trying to come to grips with the fact that your own uncle tried to rape you.”
From behind, Wyatt slid a hand over her hair.
“It made us crazy, Savannah. We were so enraged, we were scared to touch you. We sure as hell didn’t want to do anything that would remind you of your uncle.”
Incredibly touched, Savannah reached up to cup Hayes’s strong jaw.
“Nothing you could do could remind me of him.”
She stiffened at the sound of a rider approaching, sucking in a breath at the arm that tightened around her middle as Hayes used his other hand to draw his gun and turn his horse, shielding her with his body.
Wyatt let out a breath. “It’s Phoenix.”
Blade’s younger brother called out to them about the same time.
“You have Savannah with you?”
Hayes turned his horse back and started forward. “Yes. Why?”
“Maggie’s having her baby. She wants Savannah. Hurry. She’s been calling for her for over an hour.”
Chapter Nine
Still wiping her hands, Savannah walked out onto the back porch, surprised to see that the sun had risen.
Also surprising was the number of men who’d gathered, some sitting on the porch, some standing around the yard. They all straightened, rushing toward her as she came out.
Hayes reached her first.
“Well? We heard crying.”
Despite the fact that she was so tired she felt as though she could sleep for a week, Savannah grinned.
“It’s a healthy baby boy.”
Amid whoops and back slapping, Hayes and Wyatt led her to a seat and before she knew it, Duke came forward and placed a plate of hot food on her lap.
“Maggie all right?”
Savannah smiled her appreciation, for the food and for his concern for her friend.
“Maggie’s fine. Just tired. I’m sure she’s going to be hungry, too, in a bit. She worked hard.”
Duke nodded. “Already got a plate hot for her. Just waiting for the bosses to come down.”
Without thinking, Savannah leaned into the hand Wyatt threaded through her hair.
“One of them should be down soon. They’re fascinated with little Ace and can’t wait to show him off. Ah, there’s one of the proud papas now.”
Smiling as the others all gathered around Jeremiah and the newest addition to the ranch, Savannah picked up a biscuit and started to nibble on it, too tired to make the effo
rt to eat anything else.
Washing it down with some of Duke’s strong coffee, she sat back, enjoying watching a group of such hard-nosed cowboys brought to their knees by the sight of a newborn baby.
The sun warmed the large porch, while the house protected it from most of the brisk wind, leaving her pleasantly warm and drowsy.
Absently listening to them, she closed her eyes and leaned back, a little surprised by the wistfulness she heard in their voices. Their whispered words of congratulations and concern for Maggie swirled around her and seemed to come from farther and farther away.
The hand in her hair began a slow and gentle massage that worked wonders on the headache that she hadn’t realized she had until now.
Jolting at the slide of hands under her, she snapped her eyes open to meet Hayes’s.
“W–What—”
He lifted her high against his chest, turned and sat down again, holding her on his lap, his big body blocking out the rest of the wind and making her even warmer.
“Sh. Come on and eat a little something, and then you can go to sleep.”
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Wrapping his arms around Savannah, Hayes adjusted her to a more comfortable position against his chest, savoring the feel of having her in his arms.
His cock stirred at her nearness, a fact that no longer surprised him, but for now it remained a pleasant arousal. Pushing her damp hair back from her forehead, he smiled down at her, knowing just how quickly a look from her could turn mild need into a raging hunger.
Letting his gaze move over her face, he took in the dark circles under her eyes and the paleness of her skin. Concerned at the fatigue fogging her eyes, he loaded a spoon with the beef stew Duke had made from the plate Wyatt held.
“You didn’t even feel Wyatt take the plate from you before you spilled it. You’re exhausted, darlin’.”
Her eyes, dark and clouded with sleep, opened slightly.
“Just a little tired. Did you see the baby? He’s beautiful. The whole thing was amazing. Poor Eb and Jeremiah. I think they wished they could have the baby themselves. They kept apologizing for all the pain they put Maggie through.”