by Lana Dare
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 the 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.”
Gesturing toward Wyatt and Hayes, who accepted congratulations and teasing comments from the other men, Eb sighed.
“Wyatt and Hayes would kill any man who touched you. You know that as well as I do. I don’t want trouble, Savannah. The men want wives. They want women to warm their beds and make homes for them.”
He gestured toward Maggie, his expression softening.
“We all want children. We want to build something here, Savannah. A home. A life. It’s damned lonely without a woman to share it with.”
Turning back to her, he nodded in Wyatt and Hayes’s direction.
“That’s what they want. They’re smitten with you, and gave up their positions with the Marshals just to be able to make a home with you here. They won’t take kindly to being toyed with.”
A delicious warmth seemed to swell up inside her as she thought about their hands on her body and the way they toyed with her only minutes earlier.
Embarrassed that she’d messed everything up, she gritted her teeth and rubbed her eyes in frustration. She turned to find both Wyatt and Hayes watching her, the possessiveness and concern in their eyes unmistakable even at this distance.
Looking away, she scanned the room, noticing that the men who’d eyed her with curiosity and male interest when she’d walked through the door smiled politely or nodded with respect before looking away.
“Hellfire and damnation.”
Eb chuckled. “And then some. Your men will get you some supper. According to everyone here, you’re already spoken for. I’m beginning to think Wyatt and Hayes planned it that way. Smart men.”
Savannah bristled. “Good. That’ll keep everyone from bothering me until I can leave. Hopefully by then I’ll be able to get Hayes and Wyatt to understand.”
She turned again to find both men starting toward her, each with two plates piled high with food.
Eb took her arm and turned her toward the table where Maggie waited.
“Good luck with that, honey. They seem real determined.”
Taking the seat across from Maggie, she nodded at Jeremiah, who sat on the other side of her friend, before looking up at Eb over her shoulder. “So am I.”
Eb grinned and took his seat on the other side of his wife. “My money’s on them.”
* * * *
Of course Wyatt and Hayes sat on either side of her, making it impossible to move without brushing against one of them.
She ate, but tasted nothing.
When they finished eating, the four men walked Maggie and Savannah back to the house, each seemingly preoccupied with his own thoughts.
Maggie tried several times to make conversation, but Savannah just nodded, finding it difficult to concentrate. Eventually, Maggie smiled in understanding and gave up.
Once inside, Savannah walked ahead of Maggie and Jeremiah, making her way up the stairs on shaky legs. She made her way to her room and listened to the men, who stayed outside talking for what seemed like hours.
She knew the looks Wyatt and Hayes had given her as they bid her good night would keep her awake for hours.
Filled with desire, t
heir eyes flashed with impatience that they couldn’t give her a more intimate good-night.
She couldn’t hear what they said, but she could easily distinguish the rumble of Hayes and Wyatt’s voices. After hours of tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep and dreamed about being held between them.
Restless, she curled into a ball and wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of the pleasure their eyes had promised.
* * * *
Her lack of sleep made her grouchy the next morning, and she blamed them. Angry and ashamed of herself for responding so readily to them, she stomped down the stairs and got even madder.
Shocked at her own delight at finding them waiting for her, she swallowed heavily, hoping they would assume her red face was due to anger.
“Where is everyone? Maggie and I were supposed to go out together.”
Hayes took a step toward her, his eyes sharpening when she took a step back.
“Jeremiah took her out. She needs to eat, and it’s still dark outside. He didn’t want her to trip on anything. Besides, we wanted to say good morning to you in private, especially since we didn’t get to give you a proper good-night last night. Eb’s not as comfortable leaving us alone with you now that you told him you don’t want to marry us.”
Already trembling, Savannah took another step backward, sucking in a panicked breath when she backed into the wall. Her gaze slid to where Wyatt stood watching her, the anticipation and impatience glittering in his eyes making her stomach tighten and her pussy clench with an awareness that never failed to unsettle her.
“I don’t want to marry anyone.”
With her attention diverted, Hayes took advantage, closing her in with a hand on the wall on either side of her head. He bent over her, his wide shoulders completely blocking her view of Wyatt.
“Good morning, darlin’. Did you dream about me last night?”
Each time he spoke to her in that low, intimate tone, it sent ripples of delight over her skin.
He’d never shown even the smallest amount of playfulness toward her or anyone else in Kansas City, but here he seemed more relaxed.