Scandalous Desire [Desire, Oklahoma - The Founding Fathers 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Lana Dare

  “It feels so wicked.”

  Wyatt lifted her arms from around Hayes’s neck and brought them over his, settling her arms around his neck and leaving her breasts totally exposed and vulnerable again.

  “Let’s see how wicked we can be.”

  Hayes groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to thrust faster.

  “Hell, woman. For someone as innocent and cantankerous as you are, you sure as hell have a body made for sin.”

  Savannah shook from her head to her toes, the too-full sensation of having both her pussy and bottom filled sending her into a frenzy. When Hayes withdrew, Wyatt pushed his finger deep, only to withdraw again as Hayes thrust back into her.

  Her breasts, now totally exposed, drew their almost continuous attention. She shivered each time their fingers moved over them and down to her belly, only to retrace their path and slide up to her neck and shoulders. Her stomach muscles quivered beneath their touch, only to tighten when Wyatt moved the finger in her bottom, or when a light pinch to her nipple sent more of that incredible heat to her clit and made her clench on both of them.

  It felt incredible.

  Crying out, she arched her back, rocking her hips to move against them. Her movements took them deeper and spurred them both to greater heights.

  Each groan Hayes emitted got deeper, his hands moving with increasing purpose over her skin.

  The arm Wyatt wrapped around her slid higher and he began to tug at her nipples.

  “You’re so damned beautiful. And ours.”

  The tingling heat raced over her skin, gathering at her clit until, between one breath and the next, the pleasure inside her exploded.

  Clamping down on both of them, she stiffened as the wave inside her crested. Pushing back against Wyatt, she lifted her breasts into his hand.

  She didn’t recognize the strangled whimper as hers until it stopped and she realized she couldn’t catch her breath.

  She couldn’t imagine a better feeling than this, as though every single inch of her body burst with pleasure at exactly the same moment.

  Hayes groaned, his gaze lingering on her breasts, the possessiveness in it making her feel cherished and incredibly feminine.

  Beautiful.

  “Pinch her nipple harder.”

  Savannah couldn’t tear her gaze away from his as Wyatt moved the finger in her bottom, his fingers punishing as they closed on her nipple. Sucking in a breath at the unexpected pain, she tried to pull away, but he’d already released it.

  Stunned by the jolt of heat to her already overloaded system, she clamped down on both of them, crying out again as the pleasure she’d thought had crested rolled over her again.

  With a harsh groan, Hayes plunged deep, his fingers digging into her hips as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, his release sending hers even higher.

  The delicious sensation seemed to last forever.

  “I don’t want it to end! It’s so wonderful.”

  Wyatt gathered her close, his voice barely recognizable.

  “You’ll have it again, as much as you want. We all will. We can’t lose this, Savannah.”

  As the indescribable pleasure finally released her from its grip, she gazed at Hayes, fascinated that the hard, cold lawman deep inside her and holding her so fiercely could find such pleasure with her.

  Wyatt nuzzled her neck from behind, his groan drowning out her whimper as he withdrew from her bottom, teasing her sensitive opening.

  With the last shimmers of delight still warming her, Savannah tightened her legs around Hayes and rocked against him, a giggle escaping at the wary surprise in his eyes.

  She couldn’t tell which one of them was more surprised by her giggle. It had been so long since she’d really laughed that it felt strange to her. Snapping her mouth closed, and filled with unease, she lifted her eyes to his, taken aback by the teasing glint in his narrowed ones.

  “You want to play, honey?” Sliding his hand over her hip, he reached with a work-roughened thumb to caress her clit, his lips twitching when she gasped at the jolt to her too-sensitive flesh.

  The light of anticipation in his eyes and the edginess in his tone gave her a thrill, his expression making it plain that he would welcome such play.

  “Like that, do you?”

  Savannah couldn’t hold back a smile, delighted that she could bring out this side of him, a side she would bet few knew about.

  She never would have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. The yearning for more made it impossible to resist teasing Hayes again.

  “No.”

  Both brows went up, his eyes gleaming with challenge.

  “I thought you didn’t lie. I may have to spank you for that.” His lips twitched, making the threat more erotic than menacing.

  The memory of Wyatt’s spanking made her already sensitized and slick bottom tingle with anticipation. Rocking her hips as desire flared and warmed her again, she moaned at the tug to her nipple from Wyatt’s strong fingers, snuggling against him.

  “You’d better not. Look what happened last time.”

  Using his thumb to stroke very lightly over her clit, Hayes smiled, a cool smile filled with erotic intent.

  “Are you threatening me?”

  Smiling at his incredulous tone, Savannah rocked her hips, delighted with the way his hands clenched on her body and the flash of heat in his eyes.

  She actually felt dizzy with excitement and a happiness that warmed her from deep inside. Never in her life did she expect to be able to tease a man, especially one like Hayes.

  She’d never imagined that playing with a man she loved could be so fun—and exciting. Looking up at him through her lashes, she adopted the innocent expression she’d worn for most of her life—an expression Eb, Jeremiah, and Maggie would have recognized right away.

  “You’re the sheriff and a lot bigger and stronger than I am. I would never threaten you.”

  With narrowed eyes, Hayes withdrew from her and set her on her feet, his eyes never leaving hers as he righted his clothing.

  “Is that a fact?”

  With a soft laugh, Wyatt lifted her still-tied wrists from around his neck.

  “That sounded a lot like sarcasm to me.”

  Now that Wyatt had released her, she had to reach out, placing her hands on Hayes’s chest for support, while out of the corner of her eye, she watched Wyatt move to the pond and bend to wash his hands.

  Looking up at Hayes, she thrilled at the feel of the hard muscle bunching and the rumble of his chest beneath her palms. Clenching her fingertips into the firm muscle, she leaned closer, her breath catching at the feel of his shirt against her nipples. Looking up at him through her lashes, Savannah shifted restlessly under his scrutiny, wondering what devious thoughts lay behind those gorgeous eyes of his.

  They taught her things about herself that she didn’t feel comfortable with, things that made her wonder if she knew herself at all. Her uncle had told her that she was her mother’s daughter from the time she could remember.

  Wondering once again if the need for intimacy with more than one man ran through her veins made her suddenly cold.

  “Will you untie me now? I want to get dressed.”

  Hayes’s eyes sharpened as he moved around to stand behind her, his fingertips over her belly making her stomach muscles twitch.

  “No.”

  Wyatt approached, moving to stand in the place Hayes just vacated. Glittering darkly, his eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. He unfastened his pants and yanked them down to his thighs, drawing her gaze downward. Fisting his cock in one hand, he used the other to lift her wrists over his neck.

  “There’s no shame in liking what we do to you. You’re ours, Savannah. It’s all right for us to enjoy each other.”

  Releasing his cock, he lifted his hands to cover her breasts, the shock of cold drawing a gasp from her.

  “Wyatt, your hands are freezing from the pond!” No matter how she twisted, she
couldn’t get away from the fingers he used to roll her nipples.

  Wyatt’s slow grin was her only warning before he lowered one of his hands and sank a cold finger into her pussy.

  “Are they? I guess I’d better warm them.”

  With a cry, Savannah came to her toes, falling against him.

  “Wyatt!”

  From behind her, Hayes ran his hands up and down her sides.

  “In case you’re wondering, you’re not anything like your mother. Yeah, we know all about her. You’re a warm, passionate woman, one who needs more than just sex. You need men who love you—men who will give you all the affection you need. God knows you’ve had very little in your life. And, you’re not getting dressed yet. We still haven’t settled that we’re getting married on Saturday.”

  “S–Saturday?” Shivering under his hands, she rolled her hips, fucking herself on Wyatt’s cold finger, something that apparently fascinated him.

  Tightening his hands on her waist, Hayes touched his lips to her shoulder.

  “Yes, Saturday. You committed to it in front of others, but then as soon as we’re alone, you tell us you don’t want to get married. I’m not letting you play games with us, Savannah.”

  He ran his hands over her hips and to her bottom.

  “Not that kind of game, anyway.”

  Savannah’s skin tingled everywhere he touched, her body becoming languid and slumping even more against Wyatt. Even weak with need, she couldn’t stop clenching on the now warm finger inside her pussy.

  “I told you I can’t stay, but you won’t listen. I told you…ah…that I don’t want to belong to anyone.”

  Wyatt withdrew his finger from her pussy with a speed that left her inner walls clenching. He lifted her against him, and with one smooth stroke, he impaled her on his cock, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.

  “Too late. You already belong to us and you know it. As much as you want to fight it, it’s there and there’s no getting away from it—or us.”

  Fisting a hand in her hair, Wyatt tilted her head back, his eyes dark with anger and need.

  “You’re ours, Savannah. I’d kill any man who touched you. We belong together and you know it, and we can live here the way we want. We’d be happy here.” His cock jumped inside her as he moved his hips, not stopping until he drew a moan from her.

  Surprised by the desire that raged through her so soon on the heels of being taken by Hayes, Savannah clamped down on the cock filling her, trying to ignore the awareness that he’d already created in her bottom.

  “No. If I stay, your town would be ruined.”

  Wyatt stilled, glancing over her shoulder to where Hayes stood.

  “Why?”

  It embarrassed her to tell him, and she didn’t like talking about the life she’d left behind, but knew they wouldn’t give up until they knew.

  “My uncle. He sent me a telegram while I was in Tulsa. He knew where I would be going and told me if I didn’t come home within a month, he would come and drag me back.”

  Hayes slid his hands up to cup her breasts, toying with her nipples. “No one’s dragging you anywhere.”

  Struck by the ice in his lethal tone, Savannah turned to look over her shoulder at him, shivering at the look of deadly intent on his face.

  His eyes darkened dangerously, his scar on his cheek moving as a muscle worked in his jaw. “If he tries to take you, he’ll pay. He’ll have to come through me to get to you, Savannah, and that won’t happen. I thought you understood that.”

  Shaking her head, Savannah gasped again as her movement shifted Wyatt’s cock inside her. “He’s more evil than you know. I don’t want to talk about this now.”

  Whimpering at the slight tug of her sensitized nipples, she moved on Wyatt, shocked that she took him so deep. With a cry, she sank her fingers into his hair, knocking his hat to the ground.

  “Please.”

  Hayes ran a slow hand over her bottom, somehow making an affectionate gesture seem threatening. Running his teeth over her shoulder, he slid the other hand up her body, the backs of his fingers lightly stroking the delicate underside of her breast.

  “Please what, Savannah? Please give you the pleasure you’re already learning to expect? Please fuck you? Please paddle this soft ass for playing games with us and for knocking us out with that stuff you put in our food?”

  Savannah wanted it all, and only years of keeping her needs to herself kept her from blurting that out. She shouldn’t want like this. She shouldn’t need this way. Every inch of her body tingled with awareness and heat, heightening her senses, her already sensitive body aroused to a razor-sharp edge.

  Her pussy felt stretched and hot around Wyatt’s cock. Her clit demanded attention, but the pleasure gained by rubbing the too-sensitive flesh against Wyatt proved to be too sharp to bear.

  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 fe
el 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.