Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  He had a few hours before Max and Sam arrived. They’d think he was doing all the things he’d planned. It was just as well that she slept. It was time he and his brothers discovered, together, this new life with Sophie.

  What would it be like to see one of his brothers loving his woman? Could he watch as Sam filled her pussy, or Max took her ass? Hell, both would want to fill her at the same time. Could he stand that?

  Of course he could. As long as it was what Sophie wanted, he could accept anything. She’d be his wife.

  His.

  He would share her with the other two people most important in his life. The brothers who’d helped him survive their parents, and then shown him how to be a man. He owed Max his life many times over. He’d saved Max as well, and Sam once or twice. They were brothers. That was what family did.

  And now their family numbered four.

  He rested his hand on Sophie’s soft belly. How soon before it numbered five?

  Chapter 38

  Mrs. Potter, wearing a white mobcap and long nightgown, went back to sleep right after letting Sam and Max in. She’d left a lamp burning as well as supper and a bath. Their standing agreement was that she’d fill the bath and they’d empty it in the morning.

  “Josh would’ve made sure every touch of another man was scrubbed from Sophie’s skin,” said Sam. He stripped and climbed in the cool water while Max filled his plate with stew. He’d finished when Sam splashed his way out. They switched places, finished, and carried their clothes and boots upstairs wearing nothing but drying cloths around their waists. Their cocks stood out, hard and proud and eager, leading the way. They knew where to go as they always stayed in the far back room. It was the largest, with the biggest bed. The window also looked over a shed which was well constructed to allow heavy men to climb on its roof.

  “You think Josh tired Sophie out and we’ll have to wait until morning?” asked Sam.

  “If he did, I might have to kill him.” Max only realized what he said when Sam choked out a laugh. “I expect Josh would realize Sophie was too tired to play,” he said, trying to cover over his immediate response. “She should be ready to have some fun now.”

  “I’m tired, but I don’t plan to get any sleep for some time.” Sam elbowed Max in the ribs and took the stairs two at a time.

  Max kept plodding, lamp in one hand and clothes in the other. Let Sam wear himself out. In a few minutes there’d be one woman and three men in that bed. He’d never shared a woman and, as far as he knew, neither had his brothers. He’d just let things happen and see where it went.

  They lay as Max expected, with Josh cuddling Sophie to his front. His head was up, but as soon as Max closed the door he lay back again.

  “All done?” asked Josh. He always woke up fast, though he could fall asleep again quickly if there was no danger. He didn’t look sleepy.

  “The work is,” replied Sam. “Now for the fun.”

  Josh sat up. Sophie opened her eyes, looked at Max and Sam, and smiled a welcome.

  “Not just yet,” said Josh.

  Max heard the stubborn determination in his voice. Was this where he told his brothers he was keeping Sophie to himself? Sam tossed his clothes and boots in the corner.

  “What’s this about?” Sam scowled, arms crossed over his chest. His bare feet were set, his body tense, ready to fight.

  “Sophie’s agreed to marry me.”

  “And?”

  “And so we have to tell her about our parents.”

  “Now?” Sam looked down. “Just thinking about it makes me droop.”

  “Now.” Josh leaned his back against the wall. He tugged on Sophie until she settled between his bent knees. Sam ripped off his towel and climbed on the bed to sit at Josh’s left. He tried to kiss her, but Josh growled a warning.

  “Sophie will make a good mother because her parents loved her,” explained Josh. “She’s got to know that ours…” His words petered out.

  “Didn’t,” said Max. “They were as warm and welcoming as a pair of rattlesnakes, but they were all we had. We never saw anyone else, and didn’t know life could be different. But when we left, we swore our children’s lives would be different.”

  He set the lamp on the table, his clothes on the floor, folded the towel over a chair to dry, and settled to Josh’s right. He ignored his brother’s warning and kissed her forehead.

  “Max gave up food for us, took too many blows to protect us, and tried to comfort us when he was in even more pain,” said Sam. “We owe him our lives, many times over.”

  Though he used a matter-of-fact tone, Max heard the pain under his words. It had been part of their lives since birth. It stopped now.

  “Might as well start at the beginning,” said Max. He sighed in resignation. “I’m sure our father killed the people who built the cabin we lived in. I don’t remember living anywhere else, but he was too lazy to do all that work.”

  “He was a vicious, lowdown, son of a—”

  “Mother was worse,” said Josh, interrupting Sam. “She would say Max did things so he’d get mad.” He winced. “I still remember the hissing sound of Father’s belt sliding through his pants as he roared about what he’d do to Max.”

  “Your mother didn’t protect you?” asked Sophie.

  “Protect us?” replied Sam, his voice high with scorn. “She’s the one who made up lies so he’d beat Max!”

  “He used to beat her, until she figured I was old enough to take it instead,” said Max. He took Sophie’s hand, needing her touch before he could speak. “I could take the physical pain, but it was my mother’s eager anticipation of my father hitting me that was so hard to bear.”

  She squeezed his fingers. It encouraged him to bare his soul.

  “That first time, I ran to her for comfort. I was terrified and in more pain than I’d ever imagined possible. He’d folded his belt and hit me. I remember him saying he’d give me one for each miserable year of my life, so I guess I was three years old. He didn’t hold back.”

  He closed his eyes. “I’ll never forget the look she gave me when I begged for help. She shoved me away. I fell to the floor and she laughed. She said she never wanted me, but I could be useful.”

  “Oh, Max,” sighed Sophie. “I want you.”

  “One of my first memories,” said Josh, “was hiding behind the door because she was screaming. Father liked to make her scream. I saw her pull away and shove Max at him, saying to beat him instead.”

  His breath shuddered as he released it. He had tears in his eyes when he turned to Max.

  “I’ve never talked about this, but every time you drive me up the wall with your plans and charts, I remind myself that you did so much to protect me. The least I can do is listen and support you.”

  Max nodded, accepting the apology and explanation. It was a long time ago, a time he’d hoped to forget. But Josh was right. Talking about it, bringing it into the open, was like scraping the top off a festering wound. It hurt like hell, but the pus had to be squeezed out before the wound could heal.

  They all had wounds. This would start the healing, and bring them together.

  “You could have run away, if it wasn’t for me,” said Josh. “Instead, you stayed in that hellhole until you were sixteen.”

  “Those last few years were the worst,” admitted Max. “We were big enough to do the work of a man so Pa would do the hunting while we did the rest. We’d come home and find him raging over something Ma had told him.”

  “Lies,” said Sam, spitting the word like acid. “He’d stomp toward us with fire in his eyes, his big hands already unbuckling that thick leather belt.”

  “It had a big buckle,” added Josh.

  “That first time we begged him to stop,” said Sam. “We told him she lied, but he only roared louder. I looked at my mother and found her smiling. It happened about once a month after that. And never once had Max, or any of us, done what she said. But our father never doubted her, even when we showed him that we’
d done the things she said we’d forgotten.”

  “What did you do?” Sophie asked.

  “Nothing,” replied Sam, heaving a sigh. “We didn’t know we had a choice. When he was finished beating on us we’d be sent to the barn to do chores as if nothing had happened. We knew there’d be no supper, and that we had to stay in the barn until after morning chores.”

  “I remember lying on my stomach with my brothers,” said Josh. “We’d all be in pain, but none of us would say a thing. It was as if it didn’t exist.” He ran his fingers up and down Sophie’s arm. “I don’t know why we didn’t gang up on him.”

  “Because in our minds he was the law,” answered Max. This was the time for secrets to come out, so he finally spoke up. “Do you remember the way Mother licked her lips when that belt came off? How eager she was to watch him beat us?”

  “She always counted the blows,” said Sam. “If she said one of us flinched or tried to avoid being hit, she’d tell him to start over. We always got more than the number he said we deserved.”

  Max needed to finish what he’d started to say. “Either of you remember the sounds that came from their cabin afterward?” He swallowed to keep the bile from rising. “Now I know why he roared that way, and she screamed. At the time I wondered why the noises sounded different.”

  Sam choked. He shot Max a look of astonishment. “You’re right. They got aroused by beating us.” He thunked his head against the wall. “They were as bad as Rivers and Smythe.”

  “No,” replied Max hoarsely. “I thought the same at first, but no. Father wanted easy money. If they didn’t get so much pleasure from beating us, they could have sold us to someone far worse. We’ve got harsh memories and scars, but none of us were raped, like happened to the children sold by those flesh peddlers.”

  The four of them went silent and still. They’d stopped Isaac and Smythe, but how many other wealthy men would continue to indulge their depravity, just because they could?

  “I really wish Ross could have an hour with Hames,” mused Josh. “Even ten minutes. A slow gelding would do wonders to make women such as Tess a lot happier.”

  Tonight Max didn’t think every man deserved a fair trial. He wanted to string Hames up. “I’d like to have a few minutes with him myself.”

  “I’d rather nibble on Sophie’s pussy,” replied Sam.

  His fingers slid over her belly and between her legs. Josh grabbed Sam’s hand and slapped it back on his own thigh. Sam pouted, then gave Sophie a wink. She blushed in return, then cleared her throat.

  “What happened to them?” she asked.

  Josh snorted a laugh. “Someone even more vicious completed the cycle.”

  Max felt his long-term tension ease now that the worst was over. Sophie knew about their past, and still accepted them. She’d marry Josh instead of him, but as long as she was in their life, he’d accept darn near anything. What they had at this moment was more than he’d thought possible.

  “It was in the spring,” he said. “We’d been gone a week or so rounding up and branding cattle. We didn’t want to head home, so we spent an extra night under the stars.”

  “If we’d come right home, we’d be dead,” added Sam. He puffed his chest out like a banty rooster. “If you remember, it was my idea to sleep out instead of heading back.”

  “And when we did,” said Max quietly, “we found our mother and father lying in the dirt in front of the cabin.”

  He remembered with perfect clarity his mother’s naked body, the blood, how his father had been hamstrung so he couldn’t walk, so had dragged himself closer to her. The brutes would have enjoyed making the husband watch as they destroyed his woman. He’d been surprised his father had cared that much about her.

  He still felt little emotion at finding them tortured and slaughtered. They’d likely done the same to the couple who started the ranch, and had received a just ending.

  “What did you do?”

  “If Max had listened to me, we would have locked the bastards inside and burned the damn thing down,” complained Sam.

  “And that would have brought us down to their level,” replied Max, answering the long-standing complaint. “So we hunted them down and brought them to justice. And that got us jobs with the Pinkerton Agency, and a chance at a decent future.”

  “A future with Sophie Gibson,” said Josh. “You still want us, now that you know our past? We don’t have a good example of a father to follow.”

  Max held his breath as Sophie looked each of them in the eye. He saw kindness, respect, and a touch of something unfamiliar. It wrenched his heart. Was that love he saw in her eyes? He frowned, rubbing his chest. She’d had a loving father and mother. Her parents had taught her how to love. Maybe she could teach them.

  “You’re all good, kind, men,” she said. “I think you’ll be wonderful fathers.”

  They sat there quietly for a moment, allowing the past to fade into insignificance. Then she caught his glance and lowered her eyes seductively. He realized she was thinking of the process of getting her in the family way when her nipples crinkled. His cock hardened in response. So, he noted, did his brothers’.

  “Hames locked up?” she asked lightly. She yawned, covering her mouth a moment too late.

  Max imagined those soft lips closing over his cock. Her mouth sucking him in. He held back a groan of need.

  “Yep, work’s all done for the night,” replied Sam. He leaned forward to see Sophie better. “Now it’s time to play.”

  Max cleared his throat. “How does this work?

  “You sit in the chair and watch while we play with our woman,” replied Sam. He kissed Sophie’s forehead. She sighed, a soft, contented sound that melted Max’s heart as it hardened his cock.

  “Not on your life,” replied Max.

  Josh gently tugged the covers until Sophie’s breasts were free. He set his hand possessively on one. Sam leaned over and took the other nipple in his mouth.

  “Hmm,” she murmured. “I like that.” She leaned back to give them more room.

  Max looked around to see where he could fit. He’d set the lamp on the corner table where it lit the room well. There was a cup on the table by the bed.

  “Lard,” said Josh before Max could ask. Josh patted Sophie’s bottom meaningfully and winked.

  Max had thought his cock could not get harder. He was wrong. Josh, and hopefully Sophie, were prepared for him to finally do what he’d been dreaming of since he first saw her. If she was willing, he’d be sinking his cock deep in her ass. He rubbed his thumb over his dark tip, catching the drop about to fall.

  Sophie watched him touch himself. She curled her finger in invitation. The lamp highlighted her voluptuous curves. One of her breasts was covered with Josh’s hand, the other by Sam’s mouth. She smiled like a vixen and opened her legs.

  He inhaled. Her scent filled his nostrils. He slid down and kissed her thigh. Her skin was so soft. So different. So welcoming. He exhaled a groan and spread her legs wider. Her thighs glistened, proving her arousal. He wasted no more time.

  Her taste shot right to his brain, lodging there. He’d be able to follow that scent and find her with his eyes closed. His woman, to share with his brothers.

  Sophie moaned when he tongued her pussy. Josh shifted, shoving Sam over to make more room. Max settled between her legs. She was so wet and eager, moaning her encouragement, that he wouldn’t last long.

  “Sam, get on your back,” ordered Josh. He grabbed a fistful of Sophie’s hair. He tugged, but not too hard. Max watched Sophie for signs of pain or worry. She seemed to love the way Josh treated her. It wasn’t his way, but if Sophie liked it, he’d go along.

  “Sophie’s going to ride you, Sam.” Josh kissed her, just a brief peck. “Aren’t you, baby? And then Max is going to grease you up. He’s going to stretch you while you rub your clit against Sam. And when you’re so hot you’re about to explode, Max is going to slide his cock in your ass.”

  Pre-cum leaked from h
is cock at Josh’s words. Sam shifted to the center of the bed. It didn’t have ropes, just a thick mattress on boards. That meant he could lie flat rather than being bowed. His long cock stood up like a ship’s mast.

  Sophie, with Josh’s hand steadying her, stood above Sam. She waited, one foot either side of his hips, while he admired her. She went to her knees, bending forward to brush her breasts against Sam’s mouth.

  Her plump ass cheeks beckoned to Max like a beacon. Sam’s cock rested in the cleft between her cheeks. She teased him, rubbing back and forth a few times. Sam took his cock in hand and set the tip into her. He took her hips and guided her down. Then he took her shoulders and tugged her forward for a kiss. It opened her cheeks and exposed her little asshole.

  Max had to have her. Had to take that part of her for himself. Sam was balls-deep into her pussy. Josh, he realized when he looked up, had his head back, eyes closed, as Sophie licked him.

  He reached for the cup of lard and set to work. He got his right hand all greased up and pressed one finger against her hole. It slid right in. He kept up the steady pressure, marveling at how tight she clenched him, until he was as deep as he could go.

  Sophie was grinding her clit against Sam, both of them grunting. He pulled back and added a second finger, letting her push against him. She was gasping by the time he could easily pulse and turn all four fingers.

  His heart pounded as he greased up his hot cock. He felt a fierce sense of possession. When he entered her ass, the first to do so, she would forever be his. He was the oldest, the most responsible, but he wouldn’t be the one standing in front of the judge with her. But though she would marry Josh, she would belong to all of them. In return, they’d cherish her for the rest of their lives.

  She was gasping, pounding herself back onto Sam’s cock like the piston of a train driving a wheel. From the side he could see her chest was all flushed, as was her face. She had her eyes jammed shut. Josh knelt, his cock leaking as he worked her breasts. He gave Max a nod. Sam must have seen it as well as he held Sophie still. Her swollen pussy was high, the tip of Sam’s cock barely inside.