“Hoping what?” Stuart asked.
She looped her arms around his neck. “I’m hoping I can be a good wife for you, for both of you. I never want to bring you trouble.”
Stuart yanked her toward him. “Too late for that, darlin’. You are trouble, but you’re exactly what we’ve been searching for. Cinda Parks Dare, the day you walked onto our claim made discovering a mother lode seem like finding a coin on the street. You are the best treasure we’ve ever found in our lives.”
Cinda smiled. “That’s something coming from two gold diggers.”
Mitch winked and walked back into the room, talking over his shoulder. “Three gold diggers now. The Dares will be a force to be reckoned with in this territory.”
“I’m only interested in one at the moment.” Stuart reached behind her neck and untied the ribbon. The broach slipped into his hand, and he traced it with his finger. “This is a beautiful piece. Those are gold chips around the edge.”
“I always hoped they were real,” Cinda said softly. “My grandma deserved to have gold. I never knew my grandfather, but she loved him greatly.”
“Where’s your grandmother now?”
“Still in Ohio, I think, though I can’t really be sure.”
“We’ll find out for you,” Mitch said.
“I would love to see her again. I’ve often thought if I could find even half of the happiness she’d had, I’d be content for the rest of my life.”
“We’re going to make you happy, Cinda,” Stuart said. “We’ll work hard at it, every day for the rest of our lives.”
Cinda tilted her face. “I know that, Stuart. Why don’t we start on that right now?”
“Doll, I thought you’d never ask.”
Stuart took her hand and led her back into the room. Mitch had already stripped off his shirt and plopped into a chair to tug off his boots.
“I figured we’d done enough talking for the night,” Mitch said. “We can finish up the business dealings in the morning. If that’s okay with Stuart.” He rolled his eyes.
“It’s more than okay.” Stuart gently laid her grandmother’s broach on the dresser then shrugged off his vest and tugged at his tie. He continued to remove his clothes, his gaze locked on Cinda’s hand as she began to unbutton her dress. “Need some help, Mrs. Dare? I’m always looking to be a philanthropist.”
“He’s the selfless one.” Mitch grabbed her hand and pulled her between his knees. He started working on the buttons of her dress. “I, on the other hand, am the impatient one in the family. And I’m eager to see what I haven’t seen since this morning.”
He slid his finger from her throat to her cleavage, dipping between her breasts. The slow, gentle movement tingled Cinda’s skin, and her nipples beaded, eager for the touch of his hand. Stuart came up behind her and slipped his hands inside her dress, drawing it off her shoulders and pulling the sleeves down her arms. Mitch cupped her bare breasts, and caressed the peaked nipples. Cinda leaned closer, and his mouth locked on one, sucking hard and forcing a little cry from her lips.
Her pussy fluttered and sent pulses of heat through her pelvis. She pressed back against Stuart, and his rigid cock poked against the folds of her dress, prodding and searching for an entrance. Mitch continued to suck on her nipple with a hard, rhythmic motion that nearly brought her to her toes. He squeezed her other breast with the same pulse, his fingers biting into her skin and causing tiny ripples of pain to blend with the courses of pleasure that spiraled through her body.
She raked her fingers through Mitch’s hair, holding him close, and he drew more of her breast between his lips. Cinda gasped at the spike of sensation that shot through her. Her pussy muscles clenched on emptiness, and wet heat pooled between her thighs. She wanted to be filled. She clutched at the dress still draped at her waist, drawing the fabric up her leg, then pushed her hips backwards.
“Fuck me, Stuart.”
He didn’t answer, but she felt the sweep of his hard cock between her ass cheeks then lower to brush between her legs with tantalizing slowness. She shivered as the warmth of him slid through her juices, spreading her pussy lips. She reached between her legs and ran her finger over the smooth, silky head, damp with the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. She moved her wet finger to her clit and rubbed in even strokes as Stuart continued to rock against her, teasing her pussy lips.
Unable to take another minute of torture, Cinda cupped the head of his cock and guided it to her heat. He thrust into her pussy, and she nearly collapsed at the exquisite sensation of the hard length of heat that pressed inside her. He slid his hands over her hip bones, and his palm settled over her hand, his finger touching hers to force harder strokes against her clit. His cock pulsed and teased the muscles of her pussy. She trembled as ripples of bliss skittered over her skin and wracked her lower body. Mitch continued to suck on her nipple, drawing every bit of energy from her body and forcing her to clamp down hard on Stuart’s cock.
Mitch licked her nipple, and Stuart’s finger continued to rub hers against the hard, swollen clit that ached and burned. The orgasm ripped through her, and she came with a violent shudder between her two husbands. Slowly, Stuart lessened the strokes until she jerked several times and nearly collapsed against Mitch. When Stuart withdrew, his still hard cock nestled against her, and he leaned down and whispered, “We’re not finished with you yet, Mrs. Dare.”
He turned her around and pushed the dress down her legs. She stepped out, and Mitch drew her down onto his lap. She lay back against his chest with a sigh and closed her eyes. Mitch opened her thighs wide and reached around to finger her throbbing clit. Immediately, her hips bucked up, eager for more then came down to feel Mitch’s hard length nestling between her ass cheeks. She heard Stuart move then his voice behind her.
“Open your eyes, honey.”
Her lids fluttered open, and she found herself staring into the looking glass that stood opposite the chair. She saw her flushed, glowing face, and her hair lay in sweaty, golden ringlets against her neck. Her gaze swept lower over pale, quivering breasts tipped by hard, rosy nipples, across stomach muscles that trembled in anticipation and finally locked on her pussy. The lips were swollen and open wide, plump, juicy folds against a pink, glistening channel waiting to be speared by a hard, pulsing cock. The very sight of it made her wetter. The moisture leaked and dropped tiny beads of fluid on her skin. Her hard, rosy clit peeked out from the damp hair above her pussy. A wave of heat flooded through her at the way she looked—wanton, sated, pulsing with desire, aching with the need to be fucked.
She met Mitch’s eyes in the mirror then watched as he slid his finger over her clit and shoved three fingers into her pussy. Her body arched upwards, and she stared with wide eyes as his fingers plunged in and out, faster and faster, coated with her slick juices, until the rhythm forced her to clamp down hard. Mitch plunged his fingers into her, and she tensed as her body bucked against Mitch as she rode another orgasm. Her breasts shook and her thighs quivered as wave after wave of pulsing heat burst through her body, pulling her higher and higher into a mind-numbing spiral of pleasure. When the sensations began to taper, Mitch slowly pulled out his wet fingers and swept them up over her clit to gently rub the hard nub.
Mitch met Stuart’s eyes in the mirror and nodded. Stuart tugged her to her feet then lifted her, cupping her ass in his hands. In the mirror she saw Mitch coat his cock with her juices. The sight of his hand rubbing over his hard length, the pulsing veins, and the smooth head made her heart pound. When he nodded again, Stuart tugged her ass cheeks apart and gently lowered her toward Mitch’s cock. It slid into her ass with a gliding pressure that brought a bit of pain, but the promise of pleasure. She forced herself to relax and concentrated on the throbbing ache that had begun once again in her pussy. Mitch groaned as he settled inside her, then spread her thighs wide and draped her legs over the arms of the chair.
“Look at yourself, darlin’.”
He put his hands under her ass and lifte
d her up and down. She watched his cock slide in and out of her ass, entranced by the sight of their bodies merging then separating. She reached between her legs and touched her clit. A river of fire shot through her.
“My pussy is throbbing.”
Stuart settled to his knees in front of Mitch. He gripped his cock and shoved it inside her, thrusting hard. His hands covered her breasts and squeezed, tugging on the nipples and pinching her skin as he thrust in and out of her. His movements forced her back, impaling her deeper on Mitch’s cock and causing exquisite sensations to grind through her pelvis. Stuart stilled, and Mitch clutched her hips, lifting then tugging, then forward and back to fuck her with both cocks.
Stuart lapped at her breast, his tongue sliding over the peaked nipple and drawing a moan from her as his cock drove deeper and deeper inside her. Her ass clenched against Mitch’s cock, trying to hold him inside, and her pussy muscles throbbed against Stuart’s cock, wanting, needing to feel him as deep as possible. She became so overwhelmed with sensations she couldn’t tell where the feelings came from, only that they spiraled and blazed through her with the heat of a raging fire.
Cinda ran her hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, tugging at her nipples, pulling them tighter and twisting them with a rhythm to match the pounding of their cocks. She glanced in the mirror to see Stuart’s strong back, his tight ass clenching with his movement and his hard thigh muscles rippling as he moved. The sight of it made her hot, but when she looked and saw he watched his cock, slick with her juice, sliding in and out of her pussy, her body trembled at the naked want in his eyes. She touched her clit, one little slide over the nub, and her world exploded.
Her pussy clenched down hard, and Stuart jerked forward, thrusting hard and fast, his hands clenching on her hips. As her pussy muscles pulsed, Mitch yanked her down, and both men came with agonizing groans, their cum spurting deep inside her body with rapid pulses. Stuart grabbed her face and gave her a searing kiss, even as her body shook and the aching spirals of pleasure continued to twist through her. Mitch’s hand settled in her hair, caressing the strands that flowed down her back. Slowly Stuart withdrew then lifted her from Mitch’s lap.
He carried her to the bed then got a cloth and dipped it into the wash basin. He wiped it over her sweaty face, down her aching breasts and washed her hot, aching pussy. The cool water felt wonderful against her warm skin. When he finished, he drew the sheet over her body and went back to the basin to wash up.
Mitch rested his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. “We’re going to have to order a mirror before we leave town.”
Chapter 10
Cinda looked at the cloth-wrapped bundles spread out on the bed. She’d never had so many clothes in her life, not even if she counted up her entire life. Before they left town, the men had taken her to the mercantile. They bought her dresses and skirts and blouses in all sorts of fabrics and colors. She had new boots, a winter coat, new underclothes and several bonnets. She’d tried to protest, wondering where they thought she’d wear them, but they’d insisted and been so pleased to see her try them on that she relented and let them have their way. She thought it far more likely she’d be wearing her new mining clothes. She glanced at the denim boy’s pants and flannel shirts. Searching and digging would be far easier in clothes that actually fit.
Stuart and Mitch had taken care of the horses then decided to check out the mine shaft, leaving her to unpack. They’d mounted additional pegs on the walls for her new clothing, and Stuart had said the bed, mirror and other household things they’d ordered would arrive in several weeks. The brothers had also purchased a piece of property at the edge of town and had arranged for construction to begin on a new house. A home of her own.
She picked up the envelope lying on the bed and held it against her chest. She didn’t need to read it again. She’d already memorized it.
She spun around, her new cornflower blue dress flying around her legs. Every day recently just kept getting better and better, and she also had seventy whole dollars to call her own.
“But I don’t need to worry any more. I have this.”
Cinda kissed the envelope then whirled around, trying to determine where to keep her most treasured possession. Her mouth dropped open when she came face to face with Thomas Wilson lounging against the open doorway, a rifle cradled in his arms. Her stepfather raked stringy hair away from his face and let his gaze sweep over her.
“You’re lookin’ good, Lucinda. That color suits you. Matches your eyes.”
Cinda’s jaw clenched as she eyed the rifle. “I’ve rather been expecting you, and now that you’re here, I have only one thing to say. Get the hell off my property and out of my house, Thomas Wilson.”
“Yours, huh? Not much of a house.” Wilson glanced around, then pushed himself away from the doorjamb and sauntered toward her. “Payment for services rendered?”
“You’re a pig.”
“I’m surprised to find you here, almost as surprised as seein’ you in Deadwood with the Dare boys.”
“Leave them out of this. This is between you and me.” Cinda kept her hands behind her back, her fingers clutching the marriage certificate in a death grip.
“You’re right about that,” Wilson said. “And it’s time to make it slightly more personal.”
Cinda backed up. “I asked you nicely to leave, but if you force me to repeat myself, the second time is going to involve pain.”
“You don’t scare me, missy. Never did.”
“I think you’re lying about that,” Cinda said. “I think I scare you plenty, but if you want to take your chances with my patience, keep going. I might let you live.”
Wilson laughed. “Let me live? I’m the one holdin’ the gun. Damn, girl, you must get your arrogance from your grandma. That woman never had a lick of sense. She never knew her place.”
“I don’t want someone like you talking about my grandmother. Now get the hell out of here before Mitch and Stuart return. If they find you here, you’re a dead man.”
“Don’t think they’ll be back any time soon. Saw them headin’ up the hill. Now do me a favor. Get off your high horse and get to searchin’. Nuggets, coins. It don’t matter. I’ll take any of it. Then pack up your shit. You’re comin’ with me.”
“No, I’m not.” She started toward the door.
He lifted the barrel of the gun toward her. Cinda froze. “The gun says differently. Now, get to searchin’ before my finger gets itchy. You owe me for wastin’ my time. That first offer didn’t pan out when you disappeared.”
She leaned back against the table and traced her hands across the surface, searching for anything she might throw at him. “I’m so sorry to hear that. How terrible for you. Your reputation must be in tatters.”
“You haven’t changed in ten years. You’re such a bitch.”
“Stop forcing me to be one.” Cinda smiled and batted her eyelashes. When he clenched his jaw, she stood up straighter. “Just so you know, I’m not leaving this house. And I’m certainly not going anywhere with a bastard like you.”
“You’re lucky I’m a patient man.” He strode toward her and shoved her back hard against the table. He pressed against her. “Now shut your mouth and get your ass movin’, girl. I’m not goin’ to say it again. You three looked pretty cozy at the saloon. Where’s the money you won? Seems it’s the least you can give me since I’ve lost my fifty dollar finder’s fee.”
“If I get it, will you leave?”
He shrugged. “Sure.”
Cinda shoved her body against his. “Then get off me!”
He gave her an arrogant smile. “Not ’til you say please.”
She hissed the word through clenched teeth. “Please.”
Wilson smiled. “That’s my girl.”
When he didn’t move, Cinda shoved him in the chest with one hand. He stepped back and laughed. She went to the bed and slipped the envelope with her marriage certificate under one of the clothing bundles
as best she could. Grabbing her new reticule, she ripped the strings open and poured the coins into her hand. She held them out toward him. Disgust swept through her when she saw her hand shaking. “It’s all I have. Seventy dollars. Take it and get out.”
“It’s a start.” Wilson tilted his head. “But I’m sure there’s more than that. Heard tell the Dares have a pretty prosperous strike here. Seems to me there could be some nuggets lyin’ around.” He ambled about the room, lifting lids off pots and rearranging things around on the shelves and tabletop.
“There aren’t any nuggets. Take this and go.” She pushed her fist out again. “It’s all you’re going to get. Be grateful for it.”
She strode forward and shoved her hand against his chest, opening her fist. The coins dropped to the floor and danced across the planks. He ignored them and lifted the lid on the kettle.
“Anything they’ve found lately would have to be hidden somewhere on the property,” Wilson said. “I didn’t see them go into the bank. Get the nuggets, Lucinda, then pack your shit. We’re leaving.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. You don’t own me. I’m a Parks, and you’re a Wilson.”
He lunged toward her and smacked the side of her head. “Wrong, wrong, wrong. You seem a bit confused, so let me clarify it for you.” He gripped her hair, yanking her toward him. Cinda cried out and cringed, moving backward when he pressed his face close to hers. “I do own you. I don’t care what your fucking name is. The day I married your good-for-nothin’ mama, you became mine. I can do whatever I want with you.”
She spat in his face. His lip curled up.
“You seemed to need some remindin’. I thought my little visit the other day might clear your head, but you’re still in some kind of fog because you seem to think your life has changed.” He shook his head sadly. “Lives don’t change, Lucinda. Especially not a life like yours. You should have come home when I gave you the chance. Now I can’t guarantee I’ll be nice to you.”
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