Wanton in the Wild West

by Molly Ann Wishlade

  She did as he asked, then jumped as he gave her bottom a firm smack.

  “Beautiful!”

  Amber glanced over her shoulder. Gideon had retrieved the small leather pouch from the ground and opened it. He stuck his fingers into the pouch, and when he brought them out they were covered in a thick, clear salve.

  “What’s that?” Panic flickered in her belly.

  Harry smoothed her bottom. “Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart. It’s to ease Gideon into me.”

  “Oh.” She watched as Gideon smothered the thick cloudy salve over his erection.

  “Harry.” Gideon nodded at Amber. “It’s time.”

  Harry nodded then moved towards Amber. He took hold of her hips. “I promise I’ll be gentle. Are you okay?”

  She nodded, but her stomach flipped. She did want this, so much, but she knew she was getting in deeper than she’d anticipated. She’d wanted to make love to one man, and now she’d ended up with two. Two gorgeous, bright, kind, experienced cowboys! She had to get a grip on her emotions because she could feel her heart opening as a flower unfolds to the sun. What if she fell for them, and they didn’t want her?

  It might already be too late.

  A pushing between her pussy lips distracted her, and she felt Harry’s cock at her opening.

  “Amber?” His voice wavered.

  “I’m sure, Harry. Take me!”

  He plunged into her in one go, and Amber bit her lip as she felt the remnants of something give. It stung for a moment, and then Harry withdrew before plunging again and again. As he relaxed into a rhythm she slid back to meet his thrusts. The discomfort faded as his cock filled her, and he found her clitoris with his knowing fingers.

  The tingling of orgasm began spreading through her like warm mulled cider, and she floated along, savoring being pumped from behind. Harry was in control, yet he was not hurting her, not abusing her trust, not demeaning her in any way. He was doing what they both wanted, what they both needed.

  “Stop!” Gideon’s command broke into her pleasure.

  Harry shuddered then froze, his erection pulsing inside Amber, her clit throbbing.

  She heard Gideon shuffle closer to Harry then a grunting as Harry was pushed forwards into her.

  “Now,” Gideon growled. “We make love together.”

  It was a partnership, Amber realized. Harry and Gideon were partners in business as well as in life. Though Gideon was dominant sexually, he was also respectful and caring towards Harry. Harry was adorable, incredibly sexy, and caring. Any woman would be lucky to have these two men in her life.

  How she wished that she could be that woman.

  ****

  Harry moved with Gideon’s thrusts, each one pushing him deeper into Amber’s tight cunny. Her inner muscles gripped his cock hard as Gideon’s filled his ass. He was in heaven. Sandwiched between a beautiful woman and the man he adored. Nothing could be better.

  As Gideon increased his pace behind him, his fingers digging into Harry’s hips, Harry felt himself climbing towards the pinnacle of ecstasy. His cock throbbed inside Amber’s hot flesh, and Gideon’s length rubbed him deep inside where it felt so good.

  Amber moaned and tossed her head as he tickled her throbbing bud with his fingers, and Gideon bit into his shoulder as he neared his own climax.

  “Don’t come inside her,” Gideon said, and Harry nodded. He must not fill her with his seed. He could not get her with child. Whatever happened after today, even if by some amazing chance Amber wanted to be with him and Gideon again, she must never conceive. That was how women got hurt.

  Suddenly, Amber thrust her hips backwards and groaned, bucking against his fingers as orgasm claimed her again. Straight after, Gideon’s cock swelled then pulsed as he filled Harry with his sweet, hot cum.

  It was too much!

  His own cock tensed, so he whipped it from Amber’s body and rubbed it hard until his own ejaculation shot from him, sticky and white, all over Amber’s rounded thighs.

  Then he fell backwards into Gideon’s arms and laughed.

  Perfect. Delicious. Fulfilling.

  Exactly what he had been longing for.

  ****

  Amber sat on her petticoat and smiled as she watched Harry and Gideon frolicking in the river. They had jumped into the cool flow to clean up, but the wash had turned into a game, and they now took turns to splash and duck each other.

  They were so much more than two cowboys she’d met in Chicago. Gideon had a head for business, that was true, and he wanted a better life for him and Harry. She admired that and even envied it. She was directionless. She had wanted to make love to a man but not to marry. But after that, following her return to Deadwood, she didn’t know what she wanted.

  Really, her choices as a woman were limited. She wished that she could be like Harry and Gideon, free to carve out their own destiny in America. In fact, she realized that she would like to be a part of their vision of a better life. But they wouldn’t want her tagging along. What did she have to offer?

  “Amber!” Harry waved. “Come on in!”

  She shook her head.

  “Amber!” Gideon scowled at her. She giggled. He pointed at her then at the water in front of him.

  She grinned. She should have a wash before getting back on that humid train. She jumped to her feet then ran into the water, screaming as its icy grip travelled up her legs and her body before claiming all of her as she dived into the flow.

  When she surfaced, Gideon grabbed her upper arms and pulled her towards him. He pressed her against his body and she felt his erection between them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and kissed him.

  “Amber,” he whispered. “Harry and I have been waiting for you.”

  “I know.” She grinned. “The water looked too cold!”

  “I don’t mean just now.” He tilted his head to one side. “I mean for a long time.”

  Her heartbeat quickened.

  “It’s true, Amber,” Harry traced kisses across her back.

  “Why me?” she asked, wanting confirmation of what she already knew.

  “We fell in love with a woman once.” Gideon’s handsome face darkened. He pulled her closer.

  “It broke our hearts.” Harry rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “What happened?” Amber asked, her throat tight with empathy.

  “She loved us right back,” Gideon whispered. “Harry married her, and we settled on a pretty little homestead in Montana. Not far from Virginia City. We were happy.”

  “Life was good.” Harry nodded. “But…”

  Amber reached around and cupped his face in her left hand.

  “It ended badly. She conceived. There were complications in childbirth.” Gideon’s eyes filled with tears, and he bit his lower lip.

  “I’m so sorry.” Amber sighed. “The child?”

  Gideon shook his head. “Both of them.”

  Amber pulled his head towards her so that his forehead rested against hers, and she tightened her hold on Harry.

  “You’ve been through so much.”

  “And so have you?” Gideon’s eyebrows rose with the question.

  Amber realized that the time had come for honesty. But she’d never opened her heart and mind this fully before. The concept of confessing her true motivations loomed before her like a jagged edged canyon. Could she do this? She had entrusted these men with her body. Could she do the same with her heart and mind?

  “Tell us, Amber,” Harry whispered into her ear. “Please.”

  She steeled herself.

  “My mother … she had a love affair with a married man.” She looked up to find Gideon’s gaze fixed and attentive upon her. Harry kissed her ear gently. “I was the result. She was ruined. Then along came my step-daddy. He wasn’t a good man.” She shivered.

  “What did he do?” Gideon growled, his eyes dark with anger.

  Amber stared across the river to the opposite banking. She had a s
udden urge to release herself from these two men and to swim away, to make her way to the other side of the river and just keep going. Just keep running.

  But you couldn’t spend your whole life running.

  “You can do this, sweetheart.” Harry squeezed her shoulders. “You can trust us.”

  She nodded. “I know. I knew the moment I met you. I just didn’t allow myself to fully accept it until now.”

  She took a deep breath.

  “My mother fell deeply in love with my step-daddy. But he was a cruel, violent man. He beat her. He abused her. He mistreated her. And he broke her heart.” Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she tasted their salt as they slid into the corners of her mouth. “When she died she was just a shell, a husk of the woman she had once been. It didn’t happen overnight or over a few months or even a few years. It was systematic. But he destroyed her.”

  “And that’s why you said that you never want to marry?” Harry broke into her pain.

  Amber nodded.

  “I swore that I’d never be like my mother. Never let a man hurt me.”

  “Oh sweetheart!” Both men spoke at once, and Amber felt them encircle her with their hands and bodies, pressing her between them so that she felt safe and warm.

  Gideon leant forwards and pressed his mouth onto hers. His kisses were hot and hungry, and Amber moaned as he reached down and adjusted his cock so that it pressed into her opening. She gasped, recalling that he was even bigger than Harry. Would it hurt?

  “Relax your muscles and let the water and your own lubrication ease me in,” he whispered.

  She did as he suggested, and inch by inch, he slipped inside her until she was totally full and stretched inside. She bobbed there for a moment, supported by the water and Gideon’s hands, which gripped her ass. Then Harry pressed himself tighter against her back and wrapped his arms around her.

  “What do you want, Amber?” Gideon stared into her eyes, and she shook her head.

  “I’m—I’m not sure.”

  “I don’t mean here … now. I can guess that.” Gideon smiled. “I mean after today. For the future. What does your dream life look like?”

  Hot tears burned at her eyes, and her throat ached. “I wish I knew. Really. All I’ve ever known is that I don’t want to repeat my mother’s mistakes.”

  “And you think that all men are like your stepfather?” Gideon’s voice was steady and calm.

  Amber looked at him then turned to look at Harry. She shook her head. “I don’t think that you two are.”

  “You’re right, sweetheart.” Gideon kissed her cheek. Then he began to rock her gently so that his cock stayed deep inside her but her clitoris rubbed against his pubic bone. The action was so tender and so intense that Amber climaxed within seconds, crying out as she did so.

  “Harry and I, we’re good men.” Gideon lifted his strong chin. “We’ve been hurt and suffered loss. Maybe we shouldn’t have let Sylvia get pregnant. But then … it was what she wanted, what we all wanted. But it’s time to move on, and we’ve a lot to offer to the right woman. If she’ll have us.”

  Amber lifted her head.

  “Gideon!” Harry frowned. “What are you saying?”

  “Amber, there’s something here. I felt it back in Chicago when we first met you. I know Harry did, too. He looks at you like he looks at me. He wants you. And so do I. If you’ll have us.”

  Amber’s heart beat faster. “Have you? But how would that work?”

  “Well, we’ll come stay in Deadwood for while so that we can get better acquainted. We won’t rush you with anything.” He had started to move inside her again, and Amber felt her common sense slipping away. Her breasts bobbed at the water’s surface, and Gideon’s eyes darkened as he stared at them. “But I’m sure that we could make this work.”

  “If you don’t want to marry either of us, that’s fine, too, Amber,” Harry whispered into her ear, and she felt his hard length pressing into her back.

  “Marry either of you?”

  “Well, it would be one way for us to live together without too many questions,” Gideon said.

  She reached around behind her and took hold of Harry’s cock. She moved her hand back and forth, and he groaned, pushing his tip between her buttocks.

  “She doesn’t want to get married,” Harry spoke to Gideon.

  Amber kissed Harry then Gideon in turn, their bodies joined, the three of them moving as one. Their tenderness and kindness overwhelmed her. She felt lit up from within like a lantern burning brightly in the dark night. Her worries were still there, just out of sight, like coyotes in the darkness, but the warmth and strength of these two men could keep them at bay like a large campfire. She knew that her own hurts, like theirs, wouldn’t disappear in a day. Hell, they’d maybe take months or even years to go. But she had a chance here to move forwards, to put the past where it truly belonged. It was a chance worth taking. They were a chance worth taking.

  “Maybe you two can persuade me to change my mind.” She smiled.

  ****

  As Amber emerged from the trees and looked at the train, she bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. The day’s events had taken her from a virgin to a woman with a rather intimate knowledge of two very handsome cowboys.

  Gideon and Harry trailed behind her, still fastening gun-belts and tucking in shirts. At the bottom of the banking they took hold of her arms and helped her to the top. Amber’s heart danced with joy, and she felt like shouting about her newfound happiness. She wanted to tell the world about what had happened to her and to describe the details of her transformation.

  But that would be foolhardy.

  Now she had to board the train and face Maisie.

  Her stomach churned. Would her old friend guess what had happened? Would she be able to discern from Amber’s eyes the satisfaction that now lit her from within?

  “What are you going to tell that friend of yours?” Gideon’s deep tones caressed her skin, and she shivered with delight.

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing?” Harry smiled as he gazed into her eyes. “Not even a hint?”

  Amber shook her head. Though her heart was fit to burst with joy, though her mind bubbled with the possibilities ahead, and though her body tingled with the day’s pleasures, she knew that this was not for sharing. This was among her, Gideon, and Harry, and if things went the way she hoped, that was how it always would be.

  There was a cheer from the front of the train where an audience had gathered, and Gideon nodded towards it. “Guess they’ve repaired the track.”

  “So it’s time to return to Deadwood.” Amber lifted her skirts as Harry helped her into the carriage.

  Just that morning she had been dreading returning to her old life, but now . . . now everything was different.

  Now she had hope.

  She walked towards Maisie and held her breath. The carriage was hot and airless, but Amber knew that the color in her cheeks had nothing to do with the heat.

  Maisie scowled at her. “You took your time.”

  Amber shrugged and took her seat. She adjusted her skirts as Gideon and Harry sat opposite. They both assumed an air of nonchalance. Gideon brought out his little black book, hooked his spectacles over his ears and began scribbling. Harry wriggled down in his seat and pulled his Stetson over his eyes.

  “Where did you go?” Maisie shut her Bible and turned to face Amber.

  Amber’s cheeks burned like hot coals.

  “For a walk, Maisie. It was too hot in here, so I took some air.”

  “Alone … with those two?” Maisie nodded at Gideon and Harry.

  Amber picked at a cuticle, trying not to make eye contact. She felt like she would burst into laughter if looked directly at her friend.

  “Of course not! I just, uh … wandered along the banking with the other ladies.”

  “Oh.” Maisie sounded almost disappointed.

  Amber stole a glance at Maisie. Did the young woman want to find fault with her?r />
  Like a lightning bolt it hit her.

  Maisie was indeed ashamed about how she had behaved at Miss Claudia’s boarding house. She clearly had regrets about her intimacy with Amber and the other young women. She wanted to assuage her guilt by believing that she had been misled by others … and as Amber was the only one within the vicinity, it made sense that Amber should now be held accountable.

  “Maisie?” Amber took her hand and dared to look into her eyes. “You have nothing to reproach yourself for. Not ever. What happened … in Chicago, well … it stays in Chicago. The past is exactly that!”

  Maisie smiled gratefully, and Amber’s heart swelled. She hoped that they would continue to be friends when they returned to Deadwood, but somehow, she had a suspicion that they would not see quite so much of each other.

  Amber glanced at the cowboys. Yes, the past was best left behind. Gideon and Harry had suffered but now felt that the time had come to move on. They fully intended to seize the present and the future and to live life to the full. She shuddered with excitement. She would be a part of their lives.

  What had happened with Maisie was, she now realized, as her friend had described it earlier that day: Young women being wild and wanton. Gaining some insight into the workings of the body before lying with a man. And that was fine.

  But Maisie wanted the traditional life for herself. She wanted a husband and possibly children. Amber wanted that for Maisie, too. She was a sweet young woman who deserved to have the future that she had always dreamt of.

  As for Amber, she had enjoyed what she had shared with Maisie and the other young women, but what she had experienced with Gideon and Harry had awakened something different inside her. The way they looked, felt, smelt and touched her was everything she wanted, everything she would always want.

  The cowboys had changed her perceptions of how men were. They were not all scoundrels and bullies. With their unity, strength, and tenderness, Gideon and Harry had stirred her into fulfillment and brought her to a new awareness. She needed to give them the opportunity to take her into their life, into their world and to show her how good it could be.

  “All aboard?” The voice of the porter pierced the late afternoon heat.

  Amber released Maisie’s hand. She was, she knew, letting go of the past.