Devil’s Playground 2
Devil’s Promise: The Garden
Driven by insatiable desires, Megan Spawn leads a secret life filled with taboo liaisons. Luckily, she doesn’t have to choose when it comes to a lover. Married to two men, the notorious outlaw Devin Spawn and the distinguished Caleb Walker, only whet her appetite for sensual pleasure. When Megan catches the eye of Caleb’s gorgeous partner, Dr. Randolph Sinclair, temperatures begin to rise. No woman can resist the passionate bedside manner of Doctor Sin. How long can Megan remain immune to the seductive charms of a sinful rogue in a white coat?
Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length: 41,187 words
DEVIL’S PROMISE
The Garden
Devil’s Playground 2
Samantha Cruise
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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DEVIL’S PROMISE: THE GARDEN
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DEVIL’S PROMISE
The Garden
Devil’s Playground 2
SAMANTHA CRUISE
Copyright © 2010
Prologue
Boston, Massachusetts, 1826
If a gal floats plum naked in a deserted river and a man happens along, trust his hot-blooded nature gurgling low south will propel him to stop an’ take a long, painstaking gander—hotter his nature, longer the look.
Devin Spawn stopped, got an eyeful, and hadn’t stopped looking since.
Three blissful years passed since that fateful afternoon under a fiery Texas sun when he happened upon Megan. Dimples weren’t exactly what caught his eye from the get-go. Not with luscious white skin and tender pink wetness shimmering in the sunlight, driving him to lust.
Back then, there wasn’t much else to her scrawny frame except dimples. Devin liked the look of them along with everything else. Nuptial knot in an unbreakable bond, he and a finely-dressed Megan moved to Boston to start a new life together.
“I’m here, dimples,” Devin called out when he heard her faint voice calling, secure the nickname would be recalled with fondness. He dipped a cloth in the washbasin, squeezed it, and then strode over to their oversized bed where Megan lay.
Hazel eyes fluttered open. A weak smile greeted him. Dimples on her flushed cheeks deepened. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never, my love,” he assured her. Devin, a giant of a man, rough-cut, all muscle and brawn, preferred his women fleshy so that his thick fingers sank in and held on tight while they bucked like a wild bronco between his legs. Though Megan didn’t quite fit that curvy mold, he found other things to love about her. The thick mattress sank under his formidable weight as he sat beside her and gently wiped the perspiration from her brow. Still petite as the day they first met, young-looking despite her motherly condition. Nowadays, there was more meat on her fragile bones than just hollowed-out dimples. He enjoyed the rounded-out, womanly parts best.
A faint sigh edged past her lips. Atop fluffy pillows, silky ringlets framed her delicate face in gilded gold as her head swayed side to side. Her plump breasts rose and fell with each labored breath. Two pink beads poked the front of her silk nightdress, and a thin sheen of perspiration covered her glowing skin.
Damn! If Devin didn’t know better, he would swear she was in the throes of ecstasy. She looked ten times more beautiful than usual. Babies had that sort of effect on a woman, he figured.
Their child coming into the world was a source of extreme happiness and utter contentment. Megan looked more stunning than when she moved beneath him while he plunged deep inside her intoxicating, wet warmth. Her pleas for release, followed by ultimate cries of ecstasy, never ceased to move him. According to the laws of nature, one act ultimately led to the other, though her womb had remained stubbornly noncompliant over the years. Fortunately, he had remained steadfast, and pregnancy, at long last, seemed to agree with her.
Her grip on his hand tightened as another stab of pain apparently assailed her tiny frame.
Helplessly, he watched her labor pains increase in frequency. If only he could transfer her pain to himself, bestow only pleasure. At a loss, he tried to provide what little comfort he could. “Caleb is on his way. We’ll get through this together. Breathe. That’s my girl,” he added after hearing her take a deep breath.
Megan sighed, as if his words provided solace. Through dark brown eyelashes, she looked up at him. “Am I your girl?”
Devin couldn’t help but smile. He gently dotted her face with the warm, dampened cloth. She loved him, gave him her heart and soul. In homage, he kept her safe, lavished her with finery, and satisfied her darkest, most carnal desir
es by any means within his power.
From the get-go, no matter what he wanted, depraved or sinful, she never said no. The day she agreed to share his bed, he warned her of his downright dark and wicked needs. When the urge struck, he would take her, wherever they were. In Boston, his penchant for sex never faltered. Any time! Any place! She was always willing, always indulging, and definitely always wet for him. Worked out fine considering he was always hard for her.
Tenderly, he caressed her exceedingly rounded belly. “Seeing how your belly’s full with our baby, hell, yes, Megan. Don’t ever forget.”
“Never.” She rolled on her side, pressing closer to the warmth of his body. Carelessly tied bows on her nightgown came undone, revealing the lush swell of her breasts to his eager gaze.
Forever and a day, he was a breast man. Gloriously full and ripe, no longer did an entire conical breast fit in his mouth. Thanks to the miracle of childbirth. There was now enough womanly flesh to pack his hand, large as it was. At the bursting sight mere inches from his fingers, he grew hard instantly. Silently, Devin cursed his long-denied libido. He couldn’t help that his cock had a mind of its own.
Afraid of injuring the helpless babe in its vulnerable cocoon, he had kept far away from Megan for five very long and very frustrating months. Not one for literally taking matters into his own hands, he was hornier than a six-headed steer. At a time like this, it was downright selfish, insensitive, rude, and plain disgusting to even think of shredding that troublesome gown to ravish that tight, hot, little slit between her legs.
Their child, conceived of love, was about to enter the world. Every day, he wondered how he got so damned lucky. What did a no-account gunslinger who had shot more men and robbed more banks than fleas on a dog ever do to deserve sweet, delectable Megan? His tremendous fortune mystified him.
It truly did seem like only yesterday when Devin went in search of his father and stumbled upon his seemingly fragile young widow instead. She was left to fend for herself on an isolated ranch. Nearest neighbors a pack of two-bit hired guns. Attractive women living alone with two small girls, Emma and Shelby, his half sisters, were easy pickings.
Logical solution was to marry Megan off to Caleb Walker. The two had loved one another since childhood. Family interference had prevented them from fully consummating their affection years ago. Several years younger than Devin, Caleb, a man of medicine, had a heart of solid gold and balls so blue with repressed, maddening lust for Megan. When they first met, Caleb moved about like a saddle-sore trail rider. It was obvious what the young buck needed. Devin used the knowledge to his advantage, or so he thought.
Thus a marriage pact that permitted the menfolk to do whatever they pleased. When Devin returned to Texas, Megan was his. Caleb could either share her sexually or seek solace elsewhere, namely any whorehouse in town or willing woman’s bed. It was a perfect pact, provided them the freedoms of bachelorhood. Included were the comforts of a warm home and a dutiful woman waiting for whenever he decided to return. Devin was positive Caleb wouldn’t be able to resist once he tasted Megan’s sweet, little pussy after nearly ten years of pining after her. To get him to agree had been easier than breaking a sweat on a hot day.
Like all well-thought-out plans, there was a hitch. No matter how hard he tried, Devin could not ride off into the sunset without being blinded by the light. Blinded like a damn fool he was.
Leave it to the devil, often said to be his kin and namesake, to turn the tables. Who knew the Devil’s Spawn could fall in love? A man whose soul, along with his conscience, was buried so deep in spilled blood and blackened earth. His black heart now shared his lawfully wedded wife with another man.
The baby was definitely his. That was for damn sure. For months on end, they had tried to conceive. He alone showered his seed deep into the mouth of her womb.
Poor Caleb perfected the art of withdrawal while Megan tried to get pregnant. He fucked the snug ring of her ass or drove his cock between her succulent lips. The pleasure of her hot little cunthole until was denied him until she was good and pregnant. Then about five months ago, when the baby started kicking whenever a cockhead went poking around inside her body, Devin told Caleb they should both leave her be until after the baby was born.
Sexually deprived for way too long, Devin impulsively drew his hand upward until the curve of her breast molded his palm. He caressed the rounded globe through the thin barrier. A fiery jolt of arousal shot straight to his loins. His deprived cock jerked in his trousers.
She shifted slightly, moaning restlessly.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” He started to pull away, deeming his ill-timed touch was rightfully unappreciated.
“Hold me.” She captured his hand and guided it beneath her gown.
His hand brushed over a nipple. A deep, guttural groan rumbled in his throat. The sinfully sweet friction caused the pink nubbin to tighten. His cock throbbed and mouth watered, lust heightened to a maddening level.
“Sweetheart, you’re about to give birth to our son. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.” His tone strained, rough with pent-up lust. His eyes darted toward the closed bedroom door, expecting the nurse to enter any second. On its own volition, his hand caressed the firm flesh in his grasp, teased the sensitive peak into a worrisome knot.
A soft whimper escaped her lips. “Nurse knows the source of my condition. As for my eye-catching doctor,”—she paused to expel a deep breath—“Caleb fucked me from behind, held my legs apart while you pumped life inside me.”
“Shit, you know what talking like that does to me. The servants…” Once more, he glanced guardedly at the door.
“Good gracious! My belly looks like I gobbled up a turkey, feathers ’n’ all. I’m too fat to fuck!”
“You’re perfect in every way,” he murmured, leaning over to lightly kiss her big belly.
“Stop lying, and just hold me.”
“My prick doesn’t lie.” He snuggled behind her, slipping an arm under her side to caress her stomach from both sides. Under his breath, he grumbled, chiding himself for being a complete ass. At least he had an excuse. Sexlessness during the past few months had clouded his senses. After a minute or two, her body finally relaxed and sank against his chest. It made him feel a mite better, but that didn’t even begin to silence the blood pumping loudly in his ears.
Hot-blooded to the core, he needed sex and needed it often.
“Whatever you need, I’m here for you,” he muttered, placing her needs before his. Despite being in command of his emotions and bodily urges, when her warm body pressed hotly against, her nearness propelled his lust into a voracious flame, a numbing torture. His body corded tightly. He fought the shameless urge to drive into her, seek release for his aching, stone-hard cock about to break off from deprivation. He shut his eyes, pondering if anal sex was physically possible during delivery. He could be in one end and the baby pushing out the other.
Just then, Megan made a sound that told him sex of any kind was off-limits. At least for now, he reminded himself. “Consider yourself warned, soon as my boy pops out, I’m coming in.”
“And what makes you so sure it’s a boy? Could be a girl, you know.” Her strained tone held a hint of spryness, in contrast to the grimace marring her beautiful face.
“I’m the father, and that babe knows it can’t come out until it grows a penis.”
“If this wee babe has to sprout one of these,”—her faint laugh took him by surprise as she wedged the rock-hard length of his erection between the globes of her buttocks to indicate her intent—“we could be here another nine months.”
“Hell,” Devin growled through clenched teeth. His entire body tightened in torment. “If that baby don’t come out soon, boy or not, I’m gonna yank it out.”
Chapter 1
Five Months Later
“There you are.”
Devin half turned from the corner bar in his private study at the sound of her voice, glass and decanter of rare brandy in hand. A thr
ill of lust raced down his spine when he saw Megan, her pale blue, chiffon nightdress floating over the lush carpet like blue mist.
“We chanced finding you alone.” Megan’s long, golden-brown ringlets tumbled over her shoulders as she neared, playing a sensuous game of peek-a-boo with her jiggling breasts.
Each sway of her small, rounded hips silently called to him, and her rather petite but lovely, trim legs promised hours of pleasure with each step. Yet it was the weighty bounce of those milk-laden breasts, almost too big for a petite woman of her size, that made his throat go dry. Devin let his eyes dawdle. His pulse pounded with rampant longing, and blood rushed to his growing cock.
“Have you said good night to Shelby and Emma?” She cradled Reed, their five-month-old baby boy, in her arms. The top of her gown, made entirely of lace, distinguished her nudity beneath. A matching robe was tied slackly below her bosom. Her swollen nipples were still crimson from nursing fairly observed by anyone who cared to look.
To keep from staring at the shadowy thatch between her thighs, he served himself and polished off the brandy in one draw.
Reed’s nanny, Eloise, a waifish girl of about sixteen with big blue eyes and pale skin, followed a few steps behind. She stopped a foot inside the room like a wary kitten unsure of her surroundings.
Devin eyed the nanny and sighed heavily. Forty-room manor and the brown-haired girl could not find another room to wait, he reflected sourly. Along with the other servants, the nanny was too terrified to venture closer than absolutely necessary. Majority of Boston society feared him, which suited him fine since he didn’t care much for them. At last, just to keep the nanny on edge, he answered in his usual brusque tone. “Yep.”
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