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

by Lana Dare

  Craving the feel of his cock inside her, she rubbed her thighs together and brushed her lips along his chin. Smiling at the feel of his cock pushing against her belly, she rubbed against it, delighting at his groan.

  “What does it do to you?”

  “It makes him addle-minded. That’s what it does.”

  Savannah stilled, her bottom cheeks tightening in response to the threat in the hand Hayes slid over them. She tried to straighten, but Wyatt chuckled and kept her close, sliding a hand up to cup her breast.

  Holding her gaze, he ran a thumb back and forth over her nipple, holding her to him when she slumped.

  “I see your face, Hayes. Don’t try to tell me that her bold little demands don’t make you want to have her writhing under you until you’ve met all of them and more, until she’s so weak and sated that she can’t even think—let alone cause any trouble.”

  Savannah gasped. “Trouble? I—”

  Wyatt covered her mouth with his before she could finish, slipping his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers.

  Caught up in the spell of his kiss, Savannah tightened her arms around his neck, her head spinning.

  Both he and Hayes seemed determined to drive her out of her mind, the light brushes of their fingertips moving over her skin making her jump and shiver. They touched her everywhere, so light and fleeting that by the time she felt it, they’d moved on.

  She’d never released how sensitive the backs of her thighs were until Hayes gave her attention there. Moaning into Wyatt’s mouth, she found herself pushing her knees outward in an involuntary effort to get Hayes to give her slit the attention it needed.

  Instead, he chuckled softly and gave his attention to her inner thighs, making her clit swell with anticipation and her pussy and bottom clench with the need to be filled.

  In the meantime, Wyatt held her up with a hand pressing at her back, the fingers of his other hand dancing over her breast and belly, making her nipples tighten and burn and sending shards of sizzling heat from her breasts to her slit.

  The feel of Hayes’s lips over the backs of her shoulders added to the heat until her knees started shaking and her toes curled.

  When his fingertips worked their way higher, she let her head fall back, breaking off her kiss with Wyatt to get air.

  Gulping it in, she let out a cry when Hayes tapped her clit, groaning when he shifted his attention to the cheeks of her bottom.

  “No. Please. I need to come.”

  Her eyes flew open when Wyatt nipped her bottom lip. “We know you do, but you’re not coming again until we’re married and back home. You didn’t really think you were going to get off so easy for running away from us and almost getting yourself killed, did you?”

  A sharp smack on her ass made her jolt as Hayes straightened. Before she could recover, he’d slapped her other cheek.

  “Get dressed. The preacher’s waiting for us.”

  * * * *

  Savannah was going to kill them in their sleep.

  Eb and Jeremiah would understand, and she wouldn’t have to go to jail because she would have killed the sheriffs.

  It sounded logical, even reasonable to her and completely justified.

  As she lay under the stars, with Hayes and Wyatt on either side of her, she planned the many ways she could do it, but found it hard to concentrate with her body screaming for release—a release the two of them had kept just out of her reach all day.

  Wrapped around her from behind, Hayes slid a hand under her shirt and over her belly, working his way higher.

  “Can’t sleep, Mrs. Hawkins?”

  Aware of the other men, those who’d come to town with Hayes and Wyatt sleeping only yards away, Savannah kept her tone at a cool whisper.

  “I hate you.”

  Infuriating her further, he teased the underside of her breast right under her nipple.

  “No, you don’t. You love me, and I want to hear you say it.”

  Forcing herself to remain still, she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to roll back into his touch. She knew that Wyatt, lying on his back on her other side with his hand moving on her thigh, was wide awake and listening to everything.

  “No. I hate you. You’re mean, and I don’t know why I ever married you. Are you sure I’m really married to both of you?”

  Wyatt squeezed her thigh.

  “You’re definitely married to both of us. Don’t doubt that for a minute. Hayes just happened to draw the high card, so you’re wearing his name, but you belong to me every bit as much as you belong to him.”

  It had been a strange wedding, much like the one her uncle had performed, under duress, with Maggie, Eb, and Jeremiah.

  Standing on either side of her, both men had promised to love, honor and cherish her.

  The preacher hadn’t looked at all surprised, not even when the men from the ranch had all gathered around them and stood as witnesses.

  Afterward, they’d all been in a jovial mood, until an older woman spit on the ground at Savannah’s feet as they walked past.

  After that, the men had stayed close and they’d all been anxious to leave as soon as possible. After a meal at the hotel, they’d started back for home, stopping halfway to rest the horses.

  Wyatt and Hayes had spent the entire day giving her meaningful looks, sharp reminders of the way they’d left her in turmoil that morning and keeping her arousal simmering throughout the day.

  Suspecting that they did so to take her mind off of the insult she’d received in town, she’d resisted at first, but as the afternoon went on, she realized that Maggie dealt with the same prejudice. More importantly, she understood that the life she’d chosen came with consequences like that.

  Having Wyatt and Hayes as her husbands was more than worth it.

  By the time they stopped for the night, she was ready to scream, and it had only gotten worse since then.

  Lying on top of their bedrolls and covered with blankets, Wyatt and Hayes never stopped touching her, their teasing caresses both arousing and angering her until she couldn’t even think anymore.

  Hayes seemed to enjoy her predicament, circling her nipple with a devious finger.

  “It’s a shame we’re not alone. I would love to have that bare bottom of yours over my lap and paddle it good for scaring us that way. Do you know we beat you to town and couldn’t find you? We looked everywhere and we were just about to split up to go looking for you when we caught you sneaking around the livery. Don’t you ever think of doing something like that again.”

  He covered her mouth with his at the same time he pinched her nipple, smothering her cry as the white-hot stream of heat shot straight to her clit.

  Taking her mouth with his in a kiss more demanding and possessive than any he’d ever given her, he rolled her nipple before releasing it and giving his attention to the other.

  Wyatt anticipated her need to rub her thighs together, forcing his leg between hers to keep them apart. He made short work of loosening her pants and slipping his hand aside, bending close to whisper in her ear.

  “I wonder if that’s the kind of cry I’ll hear when I take your ass tonight. You want to come, but neither one of us is going to let you.”

  Savannah sucked in a breath when Wyatt’s fingers slid over her abdomen and lower, parting her folds. Moaning into Hayes’s mouth, she bucked at the pinch to her other nipple, the heat from it making her clit burn as she started to come.

  Both men seemed to realize it at once, backing off and holding her as she writhed beneath them.

  Hayes lifted his mouth from hers, pushing her hair back from her face. Brushing her jaw with his lips, he and Wyatt worked together to push her pants to her knees.

  “You’re not coming until we take you together back home. Until then, though, we’re going to play with you. We’re going to make you so mindless with pleasure that you won’t care what we do to you. Hold on to Wyatt.”

  Savannah did so without thinking, willing to do anything in the hope that s
he would be able to come before they could stop her.

  Her breasts felt so swollen and heavy she couldn’t stand it, and when Wyatt lifted her shirt to expose them, she didn’t even balk. She wanted him to be able to touch them, and even under the blankets, the cool night air reached them and cooled her heated flesh.

  A low fire made it almost impossible to see anything, especially as far away as they were from the glowing embers, but she appreciated the blanket that covered her. It still felt so naughty to be naked from her neck to her knees, and although anyone looking this way wouldn’t see a thing, Wyatt and Hayes had total access to her body.

  Determined to beat them at their own game, Savannah let herself go. She knew the kind of pleasure they could give her, and if she could just hide how close she came to release, they would send her over without meaning to.

  Then she would get relief and they wouldn’t. Imagining the looks on their faces when she came before they could stop her, she smiled in the darkness and snuggled closer to Wyatt.

  “I love when you touch me. Your hands feel so good.”

  Rocking her hips, she tried to open her legs, but the pants tangled around her knees prevented it.

  The hand Wyatt used to stroke her back stilled briefly before moving again. “I’m glad because I plan to have them on you every chance I get.”

  His low, gritty tone washed over her in the darkness, the need in it sending shivers through her. His touch became more possessive, his fingers moving over her skin with increasing demand.

  Moving her hands on his chest, she was very aware of Hayes at her back, using his arm to pillow her head while the other hand traced circles on her belly.

  Lifting her face, she kissed Wyatt’s jaw. “Can I touch you?”

  She wanted to laugh when he stilled again, but the hands running over her kept her need so sharp that a moan came out instead.

  Wyatt covered her hands with his and pressed them against his chest. “You can touch me anytime you want, honey.”

  Hayes pressed his lips against her shoulder, running his fingers down her side to her hip.

  “And while you’re touching him, I’ll be touching you.”

  Savannah worked to pull Wyatt’s shirt up, wishing she could have done it with more finesse. Her fingers fumbled even more when Wyatt cupped her breast and ran his thumb back and forth over her nipple. Finally getting his shirt out of the way, she placed her hands over his chest, fascinated to find his nipples beaded like hers.

  His sharp intake of breath delighted her and made her bolder. Snuggling closer, she put her lips against his warm skin and found his nipple with her mouth. The hand in her hair fisted, pulling her away, while the fingers of the other tightened on her nipple.

  “Damn, that feels too good, Savannah.”

  Hayes removed his hand from her hip and fumbled with something behind her, cursing.

  “What did she do? Damn it, we’re so far away from the fire that I can’t see a thing.”

  Wyatt groaned, loosening his grip and allowing Savannah to do it again.

  “She put her mouth on me.”

  Hayes stilled. “Where?”

  Running her tongue over Wyatt’s nipple, Savannah wrapped a hand around his back to pull him closer, her breath catching when Wyatt rolled to his back, his fingers tugging at her nipple.

  Wyatt groaned when she switched her attention to the nipple closest to her and ran her hand over his belly.

  “She’s kissing and touching my chest. Christ, don’t get me thinking about that. Wait until you’re on the receiving end of this.”

  Hayes leaned over her, using a firm hand from behind to part her thighs and slip his cock between them.

  “Don’t tell me you never think about having her take your cock in her mouth. I wouldn’t believe you.”

  Savannah stilled at the feel of Hayes working his cock between her thighs, his efforts made easier because of the slickness there. To her surprise, he didn’t slip his cock into her pussy, but kept it there.

  Her head spun at his words and at the slow motion of his cock sliding through her folds, the friction of the hard heat against her pussy opening sending her arousal soaring.

  Wyatt’s hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, his stomach muscles taut beneath her hand.

  “I don’t want to think about it. She’s our wife, for Christ’s sake!”

  Curious and intrigued by the tension in his furious whisper, Savannah lifted her head, holding on to Wyatt and arching her lower back in an effort to take Hayes’s cock inside her, or at least to get the friction against her clit.

  He thwarted her, his strong fingers holding her hips steady.

  “Yes, she’s our wife. That doesn’t mean we can’t do everything with her. She’s ours forever now, and I plan to enjoy her to the fullest. I want that hot little mouth on my cock so bad I’m ready to come just thinking about it. Right now, I have my cock between her thighs and it’s killing me not to sink into her.”

  Mindless with need, she rocked her hips as much as she could. She let her eyes flutter closed on a low cry when Wyatt reached under her with the one hand to tug a nipple, moaning when he used the other to undo his pants.

  “Wyatt? Can I? Can I put my mouth on you there?”

  He groaned. “Damned right. At least it’ll muffle all those cries you’re making so the others don’t hear you.”

  Savannah knew she probably should have been alarmed when he shoved his pants to his knees and, with a hand fisted in her hair, pulled her head to his cock, but her own arousal and the obvious signs of his made his wicked demand even more enticing.

  Unsure of what to do, she paused, sucking in a breath when Hayes pulled his cock out from between her thighs and pressed a hand to her back.

  “Use your tongue on his cock. Suck it a little and take as much of it as you can into your mouth. He’s going to love it.”

  The teasing in his hoarse tone told her that he was just as affected, his ragged breathing and groans becoming deeper by the minute.

  Thankful for his advice and for his guiding hand at her back, she slid farther beneath the blanket and rolled onto Wyatt’s legs. Feeling such hard muscle shift beneath her gave her a moment’s pause, but his low groan and restlessness gave her the confidence she needed.

  When the head of his cock touched her cheek, she reached for it automatically, surprised to find it so thick that she couldn’t close her fingers around it. Fascinated by the velvety feel and amazing hardness, she ran her hand up and down the length of it, stopping abruptly when he hissed and another low groan rumbled from his chest.

  His hand covered hers, moving it on his cock. “No. Don’t stop. Keep going, Savannah. Take it in your mouth before you kill me.”

  Knowing that a big, strong man like Wyatt got such pleasure from her touch excited Savannah more than she could have imagined. It fired her own arousal and made it impossible to be still beneath the blankets. Wanting to make him as crazy as he made her, she did as Hayes told her and stuck out her tongue to touch it to Wyatt’s cock.

  His reaction was more than she’d bargained for.

  His jolt almost knocked her off of him, his muscles rock hard and trembling with his apparent effort to remain still.

  With a smile, she did it again, and again, using her tongue to explore him and fascinated by the smooth texture of his cock as much as his reaction to having her mouth on him.

  She loved it, and for the first time, she really understood and embraced her femininity and understood the kind of power a woman could have over a man.

  Inwardly cursing the fact that the others lay nearby, she promised herself that the next time she was alone with her two husbands, she would have them both screaming with pleasure.

  She licked her way to the head of his cock, surprised at the salty fluid she found there, but more surprised at how much larger it was.

  Wyatt jolted as though he’d been hit by lightning.

  “Jesus. Holy hell. No, don’t stop. Christ, Hayes,
she’s killing me.”

  Hayes chuckled softly from beside them.

  “You’re making more noise than she did. What’s she doing?”

  Excited by their play and determined to make both men putty in her hands, Savannah closed her mouth over the head of Wyatt’s cock and began to suck.

  Wyatt hissed sharply, both of his hands tightening in her hair.

  “She’s sucking me. I’m not coming in her mouth. Ever. I don’t know how much more I can take. Fuck.” Pulling her hair, he jerked her mouth away from his cock, his breathing as ragged as if he’d been running. Yanking her up his body with a strength that amazed and excited her, he took her mouth in a kiss that was a far cry from any kiss he’d ever given her.

  Pure heat.

  That was all she could think as he ravaged her mouth with his, plundering it with his tongue as though he couldn’t get enough.

  With his hands running up and down her back, he held her close, the hard bulge of his cock pressing against her lower belly.

  She squirmed against him, frustrated that the friction of his shirt on her nipples and the feel of the rough blanket over her bottom only enflamed her more. With her pants tangled around her ankles, she couldn’t spread her legs to wrap them around him and get the friction she needed against her clit.

  The spasms in her pussy seemed relentless, growing stronger as the need to be filled became a living, breathing thing.

  By the time he pulled her head back, breaking off their kiss, they were both out of breath.

  Pulling her close, he squeezed the cheeks of her bottom. “You’re going to kill me.”

  From behind, Hayes rubbed her back.

  “I’m sure as hell not going to get any sleep tonight.”

  Wyatt rolled her to her back and reached for her pants.

  “Come on, honey. Let’s get you dressed so you can get some sleep.”

  With need still clawing at her, Savannah gripped his shoulders and tried to hook her leg around him, but she couldn’t with him pulling her pants into place.