Warren looked down at Amanda, naked and wet and clearly enjoying the tub, and met her gaze. He knew she couldn’t understand the significance of Adam’s statement or know that he himself had undergone a change. But she seemed to sense it, because her silence and the sweet expression in her eyes and on her face reassured him somehow.
He shrugged. “I’m still nervous. I have reason to be. We both do. Hell. We all do, come to that. That’s just reality. But if a man spends his life living in fear—well, he’s not really alive, is he? And he’s not much of a man, either.”
“Sweetheart.” Adam leaned over and kissed him, a slow, tender mating of mouths. Adam’s flavor, as always, stirred him. But in this kiss, Warren sensed a deeper emotion than he’d ever felt before. Their tongues met, danced, but lightly, with the hunger leashed.
When Adam pulled back, Warren said, “You need to get naked, lover. We promised this beautiful woman two bath attendants.”
“I’ll just lay back and pretend I’m a queen and the two of you my slaves,” Amanda said.
Warren couldn’t help but steal glances at Adam as he shucked his clothes. His body aroused him so much.
When Warren thought back to the man he’d been when he landed in Waco—scared, alone, and desperately lonely—he didn’t have to look too far to know the reason he was a different man today.
Adam had changed his life and filled almost all the empty spaces inside him. He tilted his head and admired the naked woman waiting for his touch. He had the very strong feeling this woman could fill the rest of them.
“Well, now, your majesty, what part of your delectable body would you like us to wash first?” Warren asked.
“Mmm…I don’t really care as long as your luscious, wet hands get on my skin soon.”
“It would seem our queen is an easy woman to please,” he said. Smiling at Adam, he picked up Amanda’s left hand and began to wash it.
Adam chuckled, following suit with her right.
“Lawyers. Everything has to be set out for them in exacting detail.” Amanda’s tone teased more than it complained.
“You will find I’m very good at details,” Warren countered.
He’d enjoyed women before, of course he had. Until he’d met Adam, his relationships had been mostly with women, and mostly with ones he’d had to pay for the privilege. Oh, there’d been the occasional widow, and even one or two divorcées. When he would find a man to feed that secret craving that seemed to go as deep as his soul, the encounters had inevitably been furtive and brief.
Then Adam came into his life, and he’d not been as interested in looking as often for female companionship.
Not until he’d met Amanda had he actually desired a particular woman. Something about her—not just her physical beauty, but her heart, her grit—hell, everything about her suited him completely. She was smart and sassy with a quick wit. As it was for him with Adam, he knew with Amanda he would never be bored.
Warren thought of his friends, the Benedicts, and the lives they led. That same living arrangement, applied to himself and Adam and Amanda, held enormous appeal for him.
“Why don’t you show me how you handle some of those details, Lawyer Jessop?”
Amanda’s sultry demand drew him back to the present. His cock hardened even more, and his blood heated. Warren picked up the soap, worked lather into his hands, and then set those hands on Amanda’s breasts.
“I love the feel of your skin under my hands,” he told her. He used his fingers to tug and pinch her nipples. “You’re so responsive to both of us, Mandy. Knowing I can make your heart race thrills me.”
“We want to try something different,” Adam said. “We want to take you at the same time.”
Because Warren had been watching, he saw the flicker of excited curiosity sparkle in her eyes. While his one hand continued to caress her front, now alternating between her beautiful breasts, he worked his other hand down and under her bottom.
“I need to prepare you for that,” Warren said “If you want us that way—and I’m really praying you do—I need to begin to help your skin stretch.” As he spoke, he ran his finger up and down the crack of her ass, pressing in slightly each time he felt the tiny rosette of her anus.
Amanda inhaled deeply, her moan as well as the way she pressed against his finger telling him what she thought of the idea.
“We don’t want to damage you, darling,” Adam said. “And this will reduce the pain of the first time.”
“I trust you,” Amanda said. She met Adam’s gaze and then Warren’s. “I trust you both.”
Her words filled his heart with such joy. Warren leaned over the tub and kissed her, his lips gentle, his tongue sneaking out to caress her lips. Just a quick salute to let her know how she’d moved him.
“Relax for me, Mandy. I’m just going to give you a little.” Warren lifted her left leg over the side of the tub as Adam did the same with her right. Splayed open for them, her pussy glistened in the water, the reddish curls at the top of her sex now dark from being wet.
Adam’s hands took over petting her breasts while Warren lifted her bottom, tilting her so he could easily access her anus. He resumed stroking her, but with each pass pressed his finger a bit more firmly against her rosette.
When she began to pant, Adam trailed one hand down her body to stroke and tease her clit. The instant Warren heard her breath hitch, he pushed his finger against her tiny opening, a long, steady push until the muscle gave way and he was inside her.
* * * *
Amanda gripped the edges of the tub as her entire body flooded with shivers of sensation. Bliss consumed her, inside and out, with the most incredible pleasure. This was more than she’d felt before, more than even the last best time. She bore down, her bottom pressing against Warren’s finger as Adam continued to rub her clit.
“Oh, God.” The words escaped on a strangled sob before she bit down on her lip, hard, to keep from making any more noise. They weren’t alone on the trail any longer, where she could scream with her release.
When the rapture ebbed, Warren leaned over the tub and kissed her, his tongue demanding entrance. She released the tub and cupped the back of his head with her hand, holding him close. The instant he ended the kiss, she turned her head, sought out Adam.
Adam’s mouth moved on hers, forceful and demanding. Then she lay back against the tub as Adam and Warren’s lips touched, mated. Heat filled her as she watched them kiss.
Embolden by their display and their free use of her body, she reached out a hand toward each and wrapped her fingers around their erect cocks.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” Adam said.
“Oh, God, yes,” Warren echoed.
They leaned over the tub, forehead resting against forehead, arching over her. Eager to please, needing to take as much freedom with them as they had with her, she scooted forward. First left, then right, she used her tongue to taste throbbing, male flesh. She needed to be a part of them, to feel a part of the magic they made when they were together. Raw emotion etched their faces when they gazed at each other, and that emotion made her ache with need and longing.
She’d never aspired to be a wife, to be part of a couple, to be in a relationship. But she thought she might give nearly anything to be a part of their relationship, if only for a little while.
Back and forth, she tasted and teased, swirling her tongue over the tiny eye that graced the top of each cock. She felt them shivering from her light attention. A quiet kind of pleasure filled her as each man rested a hand on her back, stroked down, and combed fingers through her hair. She knew she thrilled them, and that was a very sweet thing to know.
“Enough,” Adam sighed, pulling himself out of reach. “Let’s dry you off so we can have a quick bath. Then I want all of us on that bed, together.”
The hotel had been generous in providing drying cloths, and soon Amanda sat on the bed and watched as the men quickly cleaned themselves. She wondered if her cousin would let them us
e her bath tub when they returned to Waco. She thought she’d really enjoy sharing water with these two men. It would be her turn to be their bath attendant.
Their movements quick and economical, the men washed, rinsed and dried themselves in record time. When they advanced on her, Amanda scooted back to make room for them.
“Come here.” Adam didn’t give her a moment to respond. He simply wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.
He kissed her, his mouth hot and moist, his tongue demanding as it dipped and swirled, stealing her essence and leaving arousal in its wake. Amanda wound her arms around his neck, returning his kiss, reveling in the feel of his naked chest pressing against her breasts.
A touch along her back, a gentle sweep of hand, and she lifted her lips from Adam’s, turning and melting into Warren’s embrace, opening her mouth to his, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
She pulled back just slightly and caressed his face. “Will you let me watch the two of you make love?”
She didn’t ask because she needed the measure of trust. She asked because imagining them together, making love, excited her. She didn’t need to be told this would be a huge step for Warren. She’d known almost from that first moment that Warren didn’t trust easily or often.
He swooped in, placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Why?”
“Because I know you want him, and I want to be a part of it.”
He gave her a sly look then turned his gaze on Adam, who waited on the other side of Amanda and watched quietly.
“It’s been a while since I’ve touched you the way I love to touch you,” Warren said.
“I know.” Adam turned his head so he met Amanda’s gaze. “We intended to have each other, but we wanted you to get used to the idea first.”
“You won’t shock or offend me. You will arouse me. I might just dive in to the middle of you.”
“Now that would be wonderful.” Warren’s voice emerged as little more than a whisper as he crawled up the bed toward Adam.
He brushed his lips across Adam’s chest, tiny licks and kisses she could see aroused them both. Warren wove a trail of passion up Adam’s chest until he reached his face. There he kissed him full on the mouth, and Amanda could see both men spread lips so that tongues could slide and touch. On and on the kiss went, with tiny sounds of pleasure emerging, whimpers and moans and groans that pebbled Amanda’s nipples.
Adam combed his fingers through Warren’s hair, and she could tell he was urging him down. Warren accommodated him instantly, retracing the trail already blazed until he settled down and took Adam’s cock into his mouth.
Amanda cupped her breast, finger and thumb working together to pinch and pull an already erect nipple, the resulting arousal shooting to her womb. Adam groaned and flexed his hips, pleasure etched on his face.
Unable to just lay there and watch, Amanda moved, her need to share in the tasting an all-consuming one. Warren rose to his knees, making room for her. Lying down, her back against the mattress, she slid into the small space between Warren and the bed, her mouth hungry for his cock.
Hot and salty, his taste enthralled her, made her burn for more. Having just watched him pleasure Adam, she knew what to do. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked Warren’s cock in, her tongue stroking, her mouth drawing on him, drawing him deep.
He groaned, cursed, then drew back from Adam and watched her suck his cock for a moment.
“Adam, let me have you.”
“God, yes.”
Adam moved, and Warren gently slid his cock out of her mouth. “Taste Adam now, Mandy.”
She didn’t fully realize what he intended until Adam got on his knees, presenting his ass to Warren. As she watched, Warren dipped his head, ran his tongue along the crack of Adam’s ass. Then he moved forward and placed his cock against the tight opening.
Amanda wasted no more time, the sight of Warren’s cock sinking into Adam’s ass so arousing she had to have more of them. Sliding beneath them and angling herself just so, she wrapped her hand around Adam’s cock and brought it to her mouth.
“Oh, yes. Oh, God…so good.” Adam’s voice, deep and racked with emotion, stirred Amanda’s heart.
“You always feel so damn good around my cock,” Warren said.
Above her, Warren pulled back, then pressed forward again. She began to shiver inside, the emotion and the sensations twining together within her. Adam’s cock tasted as good as Warren’s, and she wondered if she could pleasure him enough so that he would give her his seed this way.
“Can’t leave you out,” Adam said.
Amanda didn’t understand what he meant. Leave her out? She felt as if she were in the very center of this nirvana, as if Warren’s slowly thrusting cock was inside of her.
Adam changed his position just slightly, his chest and head lowering even closer to the bed and, Amanda soon realized, closer to her. Warm, wet, Adam’s tongue found her woman flesh, his lips open and questing over her slit.
Her hips rolled, and in the next instant, her arousal exploded as rapture burned her, inside and out. Warren shouted, and Adam grunted, his hips thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth as it began to quiver and pulse. Stream after stream of hot, pungent cream hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed even as her own convulsions went on and on and she lost all sense of time and space.
Weakened, shaking, Amanda huddled between the two men when they gathered her close, their heat sustaining her. The inferno of passion had branded each of them, and Amanda knew she would never be the same again.
Chapter 12
Colin hated everything about the frontier. He hated the open spaces, the rough trails, and the endless sunshine. He hated the chill of the night, the smell of campfire, and the fact that he slept each night on the hard ground with just two thin blankets for a bed.
He especially hated his traveling companions.
Bodine and his two minions likely hadn’t even heard of soap and water, let alone ever used them. They chewed tobacco and spit and talked of nothing but stealing and drinking and fucking.
Colin didn’t consider himself a soft man. Yes, he knew that’s how Bodine and his men saw him. They were willing to take him where he needed to go with the promise of gold at the end of the journey. He couldn’t trust them, and if the trail they were on actually led to the Confederate gold, he figured he’d have to kill them on the spot once they found it because they sure as hell would try to kill him.
“Here. It’s ready. You want to eat some?”
The crackle of the fire, orange light dancing about seemed a fitting backdrop for the skinny little Ira. Colin thought perhaps the man was Satan incarnate. Especially at this moment as he extended a stick toward him, a hunk of charred rattlesnake smoking at the end of it.
“Best take it. That’s good eatin’. When we get to Denison, you can buy yourself a fancy steak. Here on the trail, we eat what we catch.” Bodine said that around a mouthful of snake.
Colin hesitated one more moment, then reached for the meat. His first instinct was to refuse. But he saw the others eating and he knew it was going to be another day before they reached civilization again—or what passed for civilization in Texas.
The meat felt crunchy in his mouth, and his stomach settled the instant he realized it didn’t taste as vile as he’d been afraid it would.
“Tastes like chicken,” Bodine said.
Colin made a note not to eat any Texas chicken.
The only good thing about this entire journey so far was the coffee Porter brewed over the fire. Pouring himself a cup of that coffee now, the strong smoky flavor of it washed down the rest of the snake.
“We’ll be in Denison by tomorrow. Near as I can figure, we’re maybe a day behind them. They’re not riding all that fast, likely on account of the woman. Never did meet pussy that could ride, horse or man, worth a good God damn.”
“Always a mistake to bring a female out on the trail,” Ira said. “Can’t keep up. Course, if you’re fucking her, I
guess that’s something. Likely Kendall and that lawyer cousin of his been taking turns fucking your missus, there, Baker.”
“You’re just jealous, Ira. It’s been so long since you fucked a woman, I bet your prick is all shriveled up from lack of use,” Porter said.
Bodine laughed at this, sliding a sly look Colin’s way.
Bastards are trying to get me all riled up.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I told you I don’t care about her. You can do what you want with the whore when we catch up with them.”
“Likely be tomorrow. Can’t imagine a fancy Eastern lady will have been happy spending a week out on the trail to begin with. If they’ve a mind to ride further, Kendall will probably have to carry her away from the luxuries of that there Katy Hotel.”
“They got them a nice bordello in Denison,” Porter said. “If your dick isn’t all shriveled up, Ira, you and me can go get us some pussy tomorrow night.”
“Where do you figure they’re headed after Denison?” Colin asked. He might be able to leave Bodine and his men to their drinking and whore mongering and find another guide. If Bodine thought their quarry were going to hop the train to another city, hell Colin could follow them there himself.
He hated these God-cursed heathens.
“Charley didn’t say. He just overheard Kendall and that lawyer discussing buying enough to get to Denison and then resupplying there. We’ll ask around. Somebody who sold ’em something there will likely know.”
Porter and Ira fed more wood onto the fire. Colin grabbed his blanket, wrapped it around himself. The other one he’d folded into a square to pad the ground beneath him. Hunkering down, he got as comfortable as possible. He’d fill his thoughts with the life he would lead once that gold was in his hands. He’d done some reading and asking about. Estimates put the value of that shipment upwards of a half a million dollars.
A man could spend the rest of his life living like a king on that kind of money. His companions broke off their teasing and talking once they saw he’d settled down for the night, ignoring them. Before long, the raucous sound of snores filled the air.
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