Just as he reached the longed-for pinnacle, Hannah’s scream pierced the delightful fog clouding his mind. It was a cry of feral proportion, as if pain, suddenly and inexplicably, was being ripped from her body. His head jerked up from where it lay against the back of the bath and his hand abandoned his aching cock. Instinctively, he reached for his gun. Some bastard was hurting the lovely lady and it was his job, as a man, to protect her.
As he leapt from the bath and flung open the door, water dripped from his body and pooled at his feet. He stood in the doorway, as naked as the day he was born.
The sight that met him filled him with rage. Hannah lay face down on the table, her face turned to one side. Her eyes closed, she wasn’t moving.
Fuck! Some bastard had killed her.
His eyes scoured the room, his brain absorbing the lay-out in an instant. He saw no one else, but the back of his scalp prickled. He’d lived with danger too long not to know he wasn’t alone in the room with the dead woman. However, satisfied the intruder wasn’t lurking in any of the shadows, he lowered his eyes to the floor and the space just beyond the table legs. He could just make out the toe of a dusty boot. Whoever had just done this despicable deed crouched behind her, using her lifeless body as a shield.
Slowly bending at the knees, Luke lowered his body into a crouch too, ready to shoot the bastard beneath the table. But before he had a chance to take aim, a pair of hands rose slowly from behind the prostrate Hannah. Never one to shoot a man about to surrender, Luke stood tall again but his gun hand remained unwavering. He was still ready to kill once he’d looked the bastard in the eye.
However, the top of the head, that finally emerged, had a very familiar look to it, while the pair of eyes, meeting his, held a plethora of mischief. They were eminently well-known to him.
Jed lifted his grinning face to meet his brother’s.
“Whoa there, bro, don’t shoot. It’s just your little brother helping out a lady in distress. I caught her a-masturbating over your naked body and discovered she needed a helping hand.” He grinned and wiggled his tongue suggestively in Luke’s direction. “Or, rather, a tongue,” he corrected. “And mighty tasty, I might say, too.”
Luke set the safety catch and lay his gun to one side.
“You bastard,” he scolded. “You nearly got yourself shot. I thought someone had killed her.”
He took a step nearer and looked down at her. The sight of her naked back and delightful bare butt confirmed Jed’s explanation of events. Even though she still wasn’t moving, he could now see her breathing hard against the table top. “Is she okay?”
“More than okay, I’d say after all that coming,” Jed replied. “Though I suspect it’s still a big, juicy cock that she really wants inside her. You know what these widow-women are like when they haven’t had a man to satisfy them for a while.”
Beneath them, Hannah shifted slightly. Her movement caught their attention and they stopped their chit-chat. She raised her head slightly and looked up at them through the tousled curtain of hair that had fallen over her eyes and across her face.
“Will you please stop talking about me as if I’m not here,” she complained. “And I’m not a widow. I’m not even married.”
The two brothers exchanged a quick glance. With an expressive contortion of his face, Jed silently conveyed his thoughts that, for a woman with no man, she was a powerfully sexy lady. It made Luke wonder if this Jacob, whom she’d spoken of, had something to do with it. It certainly looked like she held fort here for him. The house showed a few womanly touches but signs of male domination were in clear evidence. Also, he was still curious as to what might be going on between McCabe and the woman. The man’s treatment of her cut right across the grain with him. He felt a pang of compassion for her as he watched her brush her hair from out of her eyes.
However, his pity quickly evaporated. While supporting herself on her upper arms, with her luscious locks tumbling around her lovely face, Hannah’s breasts now hung like two ripe melons. Their rosy tips brushed the hard wood of the table top. She looked totally disheveled and wholly promiscuous. The long line of her back and the curve of her hips were breathtaking. Luke was stirred by her beauty, and his cock, temporarily wilted by the unexpected disruption to his carnal tendering, now sprang soldier-straight once more.
Chapter Eight
The power of Hannah’s orgasm had left her breathless but now that she’d regained control of her senses, she stared blatantly at Luke’s delectable organ and muscular torso. His fair body hair, plastered over his tanned skin, formed a trail from his wide chest to his groin, and his cock stood stiff and proud as it strained at its satin sheath. Gnarled veins, blue and throbbing, ran its length.
Her warm, wet pussy, temporarily satiated, triggered into life once more. She might not be a widow but she was a full, hot-blooded woman. Jed was right. What she did want was a hard, thick cock inside her, and a fresh bolt of lightning seared through the tangled pathways of her body. The one waving at her from the mass of bushy, wet hair at the junction of Luke’s thighs would do just fine.
White-hot passion raged through her veins. Her enforced abstinence had gone on for too long. She was a woman of base, primitive, physical needs. Long ago, Jacob had coached and awakened them but he’d abandoned her so abruptly. Now, her body was so hungry. Jed had given her a taste of the delights she’d been missing. Luke, she knew, could supply the full meal.
She stood upright and tossed her hair from out of her face. If she did this, she wasn’t going to act all coy. Nevertheless, she still caught the corner of her bottom lip in her teeth and glanced shyly up at him through her long lashes. She couldn’t help it. After all, she didn’t usually behave with such depravity with total strangers.
She didn’t usually behave with any depravity with total strangers.
She closed her eyes, and, with her back still to Jed, she shrugged off her shirt altogether. She let it slide to the floor. She heard Luke catch his breath. Naked from the waist up, her breasts swung free, while their tips contracted into two hard points that ached for Luke’s touch. She wanted him to caress, fondle, and stroke them. She needed him to make love to her, and to feel the heat of his yearning as he spilled his seed into her. Jacob might have been her first and only lover, but, despite the happiness he’d brought her, it now paled into insignificance for the overwhelming desire this man stirred within her.
Suddenly, she needed to fill herself with him before life took the turn she’d dreaded these past twelve months. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she was at the mercy of McCabe who was only content on humiliating her, and having his evil way, just so he could satisfy his own base gratifications.
She opened her eyes. He held her gently but he’d made no movement. As he looked into her eyes, she could see in him a conflict of emotions, too. He seemed to be struggling with his feelings.
“I don’t know what’s going on between you and that gunslinger,” he said softly, “but I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of evil bastard, too. You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to. You can still reconsider. After all, it’s the woman who lives with the consequences of coupling if a man’s seed gets planted. I’m not sure I’ll have the strength of will to control myself once I get inside you.”
Her eyes fell to the tip of his cock which now glistened with pre-cum. She ached with gnawing intensity and, in silent reply, Hannah fiddled with the waistband of her skirt. The tenderness of his offer engulfed her for a moment, but deep-seated yearning chewed at her insides. It now drove her to distraction, and, as if possessed, her body cried out for a cure from the overwhelming passion that, now, swept through her.
She’d expected Jacob back weeks ago. Close to despair, she wondered if she’d ever see him again. If she had to submit to McCabe’s disgusting pawing, at least she might grant herself a few sweet bodily pleasures with this fine specimen of a man first, before McCabe ravaged her totally.
Boldly, her thoughts continued to
tempt her.
In fact, both men were rather handsome and certainly appeared experienced in ways of pleasuring women.
With a shimmy of her hips, she let the garment slide down her long legs until it crumpled into a heap around her ankles. As naked as Luke, she stepped out from the bundle of fabric, and presented her willing body to him.
A thin film of dew covered her skin, and her flesh turned pink as an unexpected flush crept over it. She couldn’t help it. After all, she wasn’t used to whoring herself. She just needed a little tenderness, and sweetness, from all the torment and hard work Jacob had left behind.
As Luke’s eyes scoured her curves and hot flesh, he scorched a pathway down her body to the thick bush, lying in a V between her legs. She trembled in expectation and a little whimper caught in her throat. Luke, too, gave a low groan as he stepped forward and molded one hand around her buttock, and nudged her thighs apart with his knee. Parting the folds of her tender flesh, he thrust a finger deep into her warm, wet cave. Hannah gasped as her head reeled. The movement pushed her back against Luke’s brother. For a moment, lost in debauched thoughts of Luke’s shaft thrusting inside her, she’d forgotten all about Jed. He’d been so quiet, watching from behind as her skirt slithered down her legs, caressing her outer thighs on its way to the floor.
As she fell back against him, he supported their weight, and curled his hands up around her until he captured her aching breasts into his huge rough hands. He gently squeezed and kneaded as if measuring the size and shape while lightly running his thumbs across their hardened peaks. Hannah cried out in pure rapture.
She felt so tiny and so delicate, trapped between the two powerful men, as their hands touched her most intimate parts. They circled and stroked, thrust and probed. In sheer ecstasy, she writhed against Jed’s firm body. The rough cloth of his clothes scratched her bare skin and she could feel the hard ridge of his erection lying against her back. At the same time, Luke continued to trace wonderful, teasing paths along her inner thighs.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Her mind screamed out for release but all she could muster was a hoarse whisper.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, as her nails raked his upper arms.
However, instead of succumbing to her request, Luke withdrew his finger for a moment and thrust three inside her, widening her slick, wet passage. He rubbed her flowing juices over her sensitive little button with his thumb. Hard and engorged, it cried out for ultimate satisfaction from his cock which lay hot and throbbing against the junction of her thigh.
At the same time, Jed buried his mouth into her creamy shoulder. Hot, steamy breath trampled over every hair root, forcing them to attention. Hannah writhed, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, as Jed gently rocked his hips against hers.
Barely a hair’s breadth separated their three bodies. Jed gently caressed Hannah’s breasts, squeezing and kneading them, while Luke lowered his lips to hers and tenderly teased them apart. Now, desperate for release, she loved every delightful, erotic touch. Finally, Luke’s tongue gained access to her warm mouth. It invaded the soft cavity and searched for her tongue, until they danced a slow minuet together. A little moan caught in Hannah’s throat. She raised her hips toward him. Cupping her backside in his big hands, he lifted her off her feet, impaling her onto his hard shaft.
Hannah caught her breath. Her body seemed to split in two. Supported only by Luke’s strong hands, she felt the length of his hard cock slide all the way up to the hilt. Short, sharp bursts of electricity telegraphed their way to her needy womb as Jed continued to play with her aching breasts. His fingertips rolled her tender nipples between fingers and thumbs and teased them into hard, little buttons.
Then, finally, Luke began to rock.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Hannah took up the rhythm, squeezing her behind and rocking her pelvis. She ground her engorged clit against the hard ridge of Luke’s pubic bone. Her feet dangled in the air, her body totally abandoned to a wonderful wave of salacious pleasure. It carried her along a turbulent tide of passion.
Supporting her from behind, Jed joined the rhythm. The rough fabric of his pants burned and scoured the tender flesh of her ass where Luke’s fingers pried her butt cheeks apart. The hard ridge behind Jed’s fly rubbed up and down the tight, little valley.
Hannah’s mind whirled. Her body was no longer her own but a vessel for every lustful pleasure the two cowboys had just re-awakened in her. Like Pandora’s Box, every nerve ending swelled and strained, frantic to break out. Her breath, short and ragged, rasped deep in her throat. The blood filling her sex engorged every nook and cranny until, tumbling into the void, she screamed out in blissful orgasm.
Her vagina contracted strongly around Luke’s bone-hard shaft, and he too groaned as he spurted hot cum against the door of her womb. With short, sharp grunts and spasming hips, he buried himself deep within her.
Growling softly against her ear, Jed pinched the engorged peaks of her breasts between fingers and thumbs. He pulled her forcefully back against him until her body molded against his, trapping her securely between his body and Luke’s.
Chapter Nine
Hannah’s head reeled. She lay panting, sandwiched between the two men. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. It threatened to burst its way through her ribcage. Her warm, slick cunny still throbbed deliciously. Luke’s cock was still trapped inside her.
Spent, she now felt him withdrawing, accompanied by a trickle of semen that spilled over her groin and onto her upper thighs. Steeped in a glorious post-coital haze, she’d forgotten how wonderful it was to couple like this, abandoning her body to base pleasures of the flesh.
Jacob had schooled her well in the few weeks they’d spent together, both to give as well as to receive. From out of nowhere, these two brothers had suddenly re-ignited her diminished, passionate nature. As she’d thought more and more about what life was soon to become with Ethan McCabe, she’d been lost in hopeless despair.
Jed had selflessly pleasured her and was a rock against which she and Luke had braced themselves. Now, the incriminating bulge pressing against her bottom informed her most clearly that he had needs, too. She wondered whether Jed’s expertise with his cock, and not just his mouth, matched that of his brother’s. Would it be so terrible if she let him fuck her too?
However, as Luke gently lowered her to the floor, her mind was drawn back to him. She flicked her tongue across her bruised lips, making them shiny and wet. Her heart gave a little lurch as she watched Luke’s eyes feast upon them. Wantonly, she slowly drew her tongue back inside her mouth and inexplicably pouted, gazing up at him like a wanton whore. But not a whore who did this for monetary gain but a whore who succumbed to her own bodily cravings that only these two men could, and would, satisfy. Yet, despite her bold thoughts, she suddenly blushed under Luke’s close scrutiny. Afraid he might read her mind, she lowered her eyes. He tucked her under the chin.
“Don’t go all shy on me now, Hannah,” he teased gently. “That was beautiful. And special. Don’t be embarrassed. A woman has needs, too.” He pressed his lips against her forehead for a moment before raising his eyes over her head to meet those of his brother, who’d already slipped his hands lightly to her waist.
Jed’s delicate touch sent fresh shivers of pleasure down her spine. He slowly turned her to face him. Remembering her thoughts only moments earlier, Hannah was afraid she might burn him with the enormity of lust still coiled tightly within her. She lowered her eyes again. This time, however, a finger and thumb caught her chin to raise her face to look at his. Jed bent his head to hers and brushed his lips against her lips. They felt unexpectedly soft against her tender ones, and she could taste faint remnants of the strong liquor he’d imbibed earlier.
He pried her lips apart and worked his tongue slowly against hers. She closed her eyes, surrendering to his strength and power. Tired of always being the strong one, all she wanted now was to ab
andon herself to this tender manipulation of her body and hormones. Maybe, as she enjoyed being swept along an ecstatic tide of passion, she could forget about repaying the debt, which still hung over her like an evil bird of prey.
She clung to Jed while Luke’s hands snaked around her hips until his fingers threaded through her bush. His forefinger played and rubbed gently across her still-sensitive clit. It was still slick and wet from her juices and his cum. Lightning bolts shot through her body, finding new pathways, and old ones, to tease and stimulate. Her hormones weren’t done yet. She still craved more.
Was this what it was like to be a harlot, the whore her mother said she would become once she’d made her impetuous decision to travel, alone, out West to find her wayward brother? That she’d fall prey to the needs of men, and her own wicked desires, and would bring yet more shame on their family.
Her body ached in outrageous, physical torment with every gentle stroke and invasive touch. She gave a little cry and arched back against Luke. The pulse inside her deepened and quickened, and she pressed the cheeks of her bottom against his spent cock. It was still damp from the warm gush of fluid that had given both of them so much pleasure.
She didn’t care. She loved her wicked desires. Jacob had tutored her well.
Luke buried his mouth against her ear. Tiny prickles of yearning burrowed deep into her flesh. She inhaled deeply. He smelled so good, fresh soap mingled with damp skin and musky sex. And his hands knew exactly how to caress all the right parts. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to disappear in a cacophony of debauchery and shamelessness, where she could stop thinking about Ethan McCabe and could simply drown in a surfeit of bliss.
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