The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  Chapter Forty

  “Oh, my, that was quite lovely,” murmured Jane.

  It was difficult to talk when her body still quivered like a bowl of electrified jelly. She lay sprawled across Riley’s chest.

  He’d carried her from the truck, still naked, and across the threshold. He’d raced up the stairs and tossed her onto the huge bed. After a quick shower he’d reciprocated her actions in the truck with his fingers, tongue, and mouth. Only he’d made her wait, bringing her back from the brink three times before letting her release. She was going to get him back for that. Later, when she could move.

  “I said I’d take good care of my woman,” he replied, smug and proud.

  “Mmm, so you did.” She decided she liked him calling her his woman. Just as he was her man. Or, one of them. “What’s next on your agenda?”

  The lazy circles he was drawing on her back slowed. His heart, however, started thumping under her head.

  “When do you want to start thinking about children?”

  She lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “What are you asking?”

  “It’s our wedding night. I’ll be thirty next birthday and you’ll soon be twenty-five. Is it too early to start a baby?”

  A baby? With Travis and Riley? She shoved her palms down, raising her on his chest to look straight at him.

  “Could we?”

  The widest grin she had yet seen on him appeared. “Well, if we don’t start one tonight, we’ll have a darn good time trying.”

  “Does it matter to you whether you or Travis is the father?”

  He reached up and tenderly brushed back her hair.

  “I want us, you, me, and Trav, to have as many healthy children as you like. No matter whose swimmer gets to your eggs first, they’ll all be ours.”

  “What about not knowing who my father is? We don’t know what problems might be in the DNA I’m carrying.”

  “I’m glad you have nothing of Stark in you. Other than that, you’re you, Janey. That’s all that matters to me.”

  His words removed the last worry about her parentage. “Good answer.”

  He made a manly noise in the back of his throat. He rolled, and she found herself with two hundred plus pounds of muscle suspended above her. She felt like a captive hauled back to the cave to be seduced, caveman style. He wouldn’t be brutal, but she was going to be thoroughly ravished. Her pussy gushed in eagerness.

  “I want to watch every expression as I slide into you as my wife for the very first time.”

  “Good,” she replied, “I want to see your face when I tighten my pussy around your cock, husband.”

  “God, Janey, that makes me hard!”

  She knew she was taunting him. She hoped it would drive him crazy so he would no longer hold back. She belonged to him from the town’s perspective, but she wanted to feel it in every cell of her body. She wanted both men to take her, hard, proving they belonged to her, and no one else. Just as she belonged to them.

  “Then use what you got. Take me, cowboy. Make me yours!”

  He pulled his lips back in a wolflike snarl of possession. “Damn right!”

  Riley raised himself on his palms high above her. She grasped his sturdy forearms. He used a knee to shove her legs apart. She complied eagerly. Grimacing, he maneuvered his cock until it nudged the slot of her pussy. He stared at her for a moment, both promise and threat. Brown eyes had never glowed with such intensity.

  “Mine!” he roared, and plunged deep.

  One thrust and he filled her completely. She gasped at his restrained violence. He felt so good filling her. Knowing there was nothing between them, nothing to stop them creating a child, intensified everything.

  Their eyes didn’t waver as he drew back, then filled her again, roughly banging into her, pelvis to pelvis. She threw her head back, lifting her bottom to meet him as she tightened her swollen tissues. She clenched, proving her own claim on his flesh. He pulled back and thrust again, and again, moving faster.

  “You are going to get thoroughly fucked, Mrs. Adams,” he promised in a low growl. “Up, down, and sideways, every way two men can fill a woman. By morning you will know exactly who you belong to. Do you understand me?”

  She panted, trying to breathe. Every time his cock hit that spot, the tension and need got higher. She nodded, unable to speak.

  He stopped in mid stroke. She mewled a complaint. He stared down at her. The arms she grasped shook. Sweat dripped down his face. His teeth were bared in a grimace.

  “Why did you stop?” she asked. She clamped down on the half a cock still inside her. He growled a warning.

  “Do you understand who you belong to?” he demanded.

  “You!”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “You and Travis?”

  He shook his head, slowly and with menace.

  “You want me to flip you over for a good spanking to remind you?”

  She suddenly realized what he meant. “Oh, I belong to you, Sir!”

  He still didn’t move his body, though his arms shook even more. Not from holding himself up, but from not taking her.

  “By morning, we’ll make sure you’ll a remember for a long time.”

  His threat made her shiver with anticipation, eagerness, and a delicious touch of fear. She hadn’t vowed to obey him yet, but she needed to submit to him tonight. The last few days had been chaotic. Though she’d trusted they would protect her as best they could, deep inside she still had nightmares of being forced to marry William Rankin. He wanted to make her scream in real terror and pain.

  Riley, and Travis, would meet her needs and theirs in a mutual dance of dominance and submission. A dance she wanted to go on forever.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged. “Make me yours.” She spread her legs wider under him, physically showing her submission.

  His eyes widened and his nostrils flared a second before he roared, drew back, and began slamming into her. She gasped every time he plowed deep. His scent enveloped her. His muscles shifted under her palms as she held tight to him, her anchor in life’s storms. His chest and face were covered in sweat. And still he watched her, grimacing.

  Her pussy and breasts, no, her whole body shivered with the need to explode. She was so close…

  “Don’t you dare let go until I give you permission!” he ordered.

  She cried out in frustration. She would not disappoint him. Not tonight. He lifted one hand, bracing himself above her with the other. She saw the evil intent in his expression just before his finger found her clit.

  “Ahhh!” she yelled, fighting the need to release.

  “Who do you belong too, Mrs. Adams?” he demanded.

  “You, Sir,” she yelled, panting. His finger tortured her with pleasure.

  “Who am I?”

  “Riley Adams, my husband.”

  “Good answer.”

  “Please!” she begged. She tried to twist her pelvis to escape his finger.

  “Did I give you permission to move?”

  She shook her head, still not breaking eye contact. “No, Sir!”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to come inside me.” She cried in the agony of an orgasm denied. “I want you to make us a baby.”

  “Then come for me, Janey. Now!”

  His finger did something magic and he surged even harder. His demand triggered her, and she exploded, bucking and screaming as he filled her with each deep thrust.

  “Yes!”

  A hot stream of cum pumped into her. She clenched around him to keep his cock in. His actions set her off again, and she rode his crest until he groaned, closed his eyes, and sank onto her. A few quick breaths, and he got his elbows under him to take his weight off her.

  This time when he looked at her it was with tenderness.

  “I’m going to stay right here,” he said when they could both breathe. “I want you all plugged up so if there’s a chance of you getting pregnant tonight, I’m gonna be this
baby’s daddy.” He kissed her nose.

  “I thought you didn’t mind who creates our children?”

  His chuckle sounded hoarse.

  “I don’t, but Trav and I have always been competitive. You’re my wife, so I’d like us to make a baby first.”

  Her laugh wasn’t much better. Her head was still hissing like a steam engine and her lungs were on fire.

  “If that didn’t make a baby, I don’t know what will.”

  His smug look was back. She reached up to swipe his hair out of his eyes. He needed a haircut soon.

  “That’s what I thought.” His eyes drooped. “Dang, the last few days are catching up with me.” He scowled. “I can’t fall sleep on top of you. Roll onto your side, back to me.”

  He lifted himself off her. She complied, pulling pillows and covers under and over them. As expected, he pulled her back to his front. What she hadn’t expected was his cock to settle in her again. Thought she’d just come harder than she could remember, his touched aroused her once more.

  “This way I can sleep and keep my guys inside you at the same time.”

  His hand settled on her lower breast. She rolled her eyes at his boyish need to best his brother, but she liked that he wanted to claim her this way.

  “Comfy?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  He grunted something and gave her a squeeze. Less than thirty seconds later his hand, and body, were limp. She smiled and let herself enjoy the sensation.

  She was now his wife, a member of a loving family. She had a wonderful forever home, in a magical valley full of new friends and relatives. Some were quite the characters, and didn’t hold back.

  She’d seen more genuine emotion in the first ten minutes after she’d arrived at the community center than in her entire life. They’d slapped Travis on the back or hugged and kissed him, depending on their gender, glad to see him home safe.

  They’d welcomed her with such warmth that thinking about it made her eyes water. She had a lifetime of potential joy ahead of her, and she was going to grab it with both hands.

  One deep breath, then another, and she was ready to sleep. Travis could wake her when he arrived. A low thrum of approval made her clench her pussy. Riley’s cock responded with a twitch, but he was too deep asleep to do anything.

  That was okay. She’d let Travis take care of her next orgasm.

  Chapter Forty-One

  There were advantages to being thorough, to plan and make decisions at strategic times. And there were the disadvantages, such as having his big brother steal his woman from under his nose.

  “You okay with Riley marrying Jane?”

  Travis turned to his father. He and Keith were alone in the parking lot.

  “I thought no one saw me leave,” he replied. He’d waited until the dance floor was full before heading out. Not sneaking, but choosing a strategic time to go home.

  “I keep an eye on my kids when they’re hurting,” said Keith. “I keep a closer eye when they’re feeling too good.”

  “I figure Rye is feeling pretty darn good about now.”

  “He should. It’s his wedding night. Yours, too.”

  Travis pulled off his hat, scratched his head, and slapped it on again. “I waited too long.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. What’s the most important thing?”

  “Family.”

  “And tonight our family got a new addition.” Keith cleared his throat. “Might be another in nine months.”

  Travis’s cock swelled in eagerness. He’d forgotten they wouldn’t need condoms to sink into Jane’s purring little pussy. He cleared his throat.

  “I know you three are chomping at the bit for grandkids, but the chances of that happening are slim.”

  “That might be something else you missed tonight.”

  He finally turned to his father. Dad had a glint in his eye.

  “What?”

  “Your mom told me Jane wants children as much as we do. Jane admitted she’s at the right time of her cycle to conceive. I might be walking the floor all night soothing a crying baby by New Year’s Day. Can’t wait.”

  “Wait a minute. We’ll be caring for our babies.”

  “I agree, but there’s times you’ve got to throw in the towel. The night your Aunt Marci met Simon, Sophie had cried every night for hours. Your mom was exhausted so I sent Aggie and Donny to bed while I walked back and forth on the porch, my new daughter screaming.” He blew out a breath. “Son, there’s not much more that will tear at your heart like a wee baby screaming in pain and you don’t know how to fix it. I was at my wit’s end when your Aunt Marci showed up and took the little mite. She calmed her right down.” He chuckled. “I’ll never forget the look on Simon’s face when she left her brownies with us. You and Riley scarfed three down before your mom got up the next morning. Aggie was ready to tan your hides for that.”

  “Riley said Florrie took the lid off first.”

  Keith lifted a sarcastic eyebrow. “Riley has a selective memory.”

  Travis shrugged. It was true that Riley preferred to see the world his own way, but a lot of that had changed when Jane stomped into their lives.

  “You ready to share some of those memories?”

  “I could have asked her,” said Travis “I had her to myself for days. But I wanted to make sure everything was right, all the pieces in place.”

  “Are you okay with the way this turned out?”

  The answer was easy, because there was only one possible.

  “He’s my big brother, and Jane’s good for him. He doesn’t use that sarcastic mask so much now.” Travis shifted until he could see his father’s face. “I wanted to marry Jane, Dad. But Rye needed to marry her. Either way, she’s part of the J Bar C Ranch in Tanner’s Ford Valley now.”

  “What will you do about Stark and Rankin?”

  “Tonight? Nothing.” Travis slapped father on the shoulder. “I’ll let you worry about it for me.”

  Fifteen minutes later he was walking up the stairs. He stopped outside Jane’s door. No, their bedroom door. Rye must have been in such a hurry that he hadn’t bothered shutting it. Either that, or he’d left it open in invitation. Travis closed it quietly behind him. Riley lay on his side on the far side of the bed, Jane snuggled up to him, both of them asleep.

  It was easy to see once his eyes got used to the gloom since someone, maybe Mom, had set up nightlights. She’d also pulled off the sheets concealing the play equipment. The lights were in strategic positions around the room. One shone up the penitent’s cross, another was directed on the spanking bench, and a third lit the tool bag they’d started for Jane.

  He began unbuttoning his shirt as he padded over. A flashlight was conveniently located beside the bag. He hadn’t put it there, and Rye hadn’t been home. That left Pops or Mom. Likely Pops, since he was usually in charge of keeping things in order.

  He turned on the flashlight. Beside the bag were two sets of leather cuffs. He’d be using them tonight. Riley would have taken Jane straight to bed. It was up to him to offer their woman something new to experience.

  It no longer mattered to him who had said the words in front of Judge Gibson, or would sign the marriage register. Tonight he would make Jane his in every sense of the word. He found her larger butt plug in its silk bag. He set out thick lube, massage oil, blindfold, vibrators, cuffs, and condoms beside the plug. He was ready. Time for Her Majesty to start their new life.

  Jane was out cold. By the time she woke he had both ankle restraints and one fur-lined cuff on her.

  “What are you doing?” she murmured when he slid her from Riley’s loose grasp.

  “Whatever I want, pet.”

  Her eyes flashed open. He set her feet on the floor. “You have three minutes to use the facilities before I tie you down.”

  She was moving before he finished speaking.

  Her eyes shone eagerly when she returned. She wanted this, wanted him. His heart, along with other parts, swelled in antici
pation.

  Jane silently followed his orders to bend over the spanking bench even though she curled her lip at it. He was not planning on spanking her. Riley needed his sleep and Jane would shriek. Plus, Travis wanted her all to himself for now.

  She was quiet as he tied her arms bent and forward. When he was done her blindfolded head was bowed and her ass stuck out. The chest support left her breasts free. A few steps would bring his cock right to her mouth.

  There was so much he wanted to say to her, about his love, what she meant to him, what he hoped for their future. But talk would come afterward, when he cuddled his woman. Now was time for action.

  “Your ass looks so good like that. I am going to enjoy this.”

  “Are you going to spank me, Sir?” she asked, voice quavering.

  He patted her right cheek. Her skin was soft all over, but this was one of his favorite spots. Others were the inner curve of her breast under her arm, and the place where her belly joined her thigh. Her neck was lovely as well. And her nipples…He would catalogue each one, claiming his territory by bringing her pleasure.

  “Not while Riley sleeps, sweetie,” he replied. “That means you’re going to be quiet, correct?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He left her to wonder about his plans while he prepared. Condom over the butt plug, lube nearby. Massage oil for her clit in case she wasn’t wet enough. He doubted that would be necessary. He already had pre-cum emerging from his cock. He could wipe it away, or…He presented the head to Jane’s lips. She understood immediately and opened greedily. He couldn’t take more than a moment of her hot, wet tongue, and backed away. Time to stretch her. He clamped one of the lamps to shine right on her anus.

  “I’m putting in your butt plug to prepare you,” he told her. “You’ll be glad later when we fill you front and back. What color, Jane?”

  “Green,” she replied.

  She was new to this so he wouldn’t make her follow formal protocol. They would work out their own ways over the years.

  He took his time, playing with her swollen clit as the thick red silicone sank into her greedy asshole. Soon, it would be his cock. He had the plug fully lodged before he rested. It moved, twitching as she clenched her muscles. God, he had to fill that lonely pussy!