by Gigi Moore
“Be sure of what?” Wyatt asked.
“That Little Wyatt would be safe here with you. I had to be sure that you wanted him, that you’d care for and love him.”
“That we’d want and love our own son?” Wyatt seized Dakota’s shirtfront with one hand and hauled back the other.
Lily bounded to her feet and grabbed his fist. “No, Wyatt, don’t!”
“Who the hell are you to keep our son from us? What gives you the right?”
Lily looked at Dakota as if seeing him for the first time, no longer glimpsing the noble, gentle, but strong warrior she knew and loved. She saw a young half-breed boy caught between the white man’s world and the Indian world, belonging to neither. She saw a boy who had been rejected by many and accepted by few.
It suddenly occurred to her who Dakota was protecting. He was protecting Little Wyatt.
The idea seemed preposterous that he’d need to protect a boy from his own parents, but Lily could see his reasoning. He wasn’t just protecting their son from her and Wyatt. He was protecting him from everything they stood for, from the white man’s world that they lived in. True, their son wasn’t an Indian, but he had been raised among the Kiowa all of his life. Like her, he would be perceived as contaminated. To Dakota’s mind, their son might never be fully accepted into their world without his mother’s disgrace following him everywhere.
“He is our son, isn’t he?”
Lily turned at Wyatt’s uncertain tone, and saw his look of dawning horror.
“He’s not…you didn’t get pregnant by…”
“Oh God, no, Wyatt.” She caressed his face, trying to calm him as much as she tried to calm herself. Her body and mind were all in a jumble from the events of the day, so much so she felt like she was balancing on a razor edge of sanity. “I was pregnant before…before any of that ever happened. I was going to tell you. I wanted to surprise you, but I couldn’t find the right time, and then I was attacked and…” How many times had she played the scene in her mind, her giving Wyatt the news about his impending fatherhood over a candlelight dinner, all his favorite dishes, and Wyatt whooping with joy? “Little Wyatt is your son, Wyatt, all yours.”
Wyatt took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and put his hand over hers on his cheek as if he needed to reassure himself of her reality, reassure himself of the truth.
Lily glanced at Dakota and saw the tortured look on his face as he watched them. “What made you want to tell me about our son tonight?” she asked him.
“I could not continue staying here any longer, being with you, loving you both, with the knowledge of your son’s whereabouts a secret between us.”
“You’ll take us to see him,” Wyatt said. “As soon as the sun is up, we’re going with you to get our boy.”
“Yes, of course.” Dakota nodded.
Wyatt nodded, too, then struck out so suddenly neither Lily nor Dakota had a chance to stop his fist landing a blow.
Lily gasped and covered her mouth as she watched Dakota fly back and crash against the floor. The one thought in her mind at that moment was what a pounding Dakota was taking from the both of them tonight. She would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious.
Wyatt stood astride Dakota’s supine form, flexing his fists at his sides as he glared down at Dakota.
Dakota lay rubbing his jaw, holding Wyatt’s gaze but making no move to retaliate.
Lily forced herself not to move. She sensed that they needed to get past the next few minutes in their own way and with no interference from her.
Finally, when it seemed like the overpowering silence would suffocate her, she watched Wyatt reach a hand down toward Dakota.
“That was for keeping our son from us.”
Dakota looked at Wyatt’s hand warily before he took it and let Wyatt help him to his feet.
Before Lily knew what was happening, Wyatt pulled Dakota into his arms and hugged him tight to his chest before Dakota finally wrapped his arms around him to reciprocate.
Wyatt pulled away a long moment later to stare at Dakota, and Lily saw Wyatt’s blue eyes were shiny with unshed tears. “That was for bringing him back to us.”
Chapter 19
“Where do you reckon you’re off to?”
Dakota paused at the front door but kept his back to Wyatt as he answered. “I thought that it would be better for me to spend the rest of the evening in the barn.”
“With the animals?” Wyatt asked then shook his head. “Why would you think that?”
Dakota shrugged and Wyatt didn’t think he had ever seen a man seem more defeated. He was so used to the calm and steady Dakota, the serious and wise Kiowa, that it was nice to know the man wasn’t immune to human frailty.
Wyatt tried not to grin at the thought. He didn’t want Lily or Dakota to get the idea that he was in any way amused or gloating.
He was still angry at their deception, but trying to understand their reasoning—Lily’s for keeping Dakota’s identity and the existence of their son a secret and Dakota’s for hiding Little Wyatt from them both.
Little Wyatt.
They had a son. He had a namesake that he hadn’t even met yet.
Wyatt tried to let go of his anger in the face of his conflicting emotions—the curiosity, joy, shock, and anticipation—but it was a mite difficult.
Lily may not have known that their son was still alive, but she sure as shooting could have told him that they’d had a son to begin with.
He reckoned, in some twisted way, he understood both Lily’s and Dakota’s logic for keeping their secrets, especially the existence of Little Wyatt. Lily had been sparing him from feeling the pain of loss she’d been experiencing every day for months thinking Little Wyatt dead. Dakota was protecting Little Wyatt from…him and Lily.
That latter thought really stuck in his gullet.
His son lived and breathed somewhere close and he didn’t have access to him except at the discretion of someone who hadn’t been much more than a stranger to Wyatt a few weeks ago.
Dakota was far from a stranger now, though.
“I could not continue staying here any longer, being with you, loving you both, with the knowledge of your son’s whereabouts a secret between us.”
Wyatt wanted to hate Dakota for all the time he had lost not getting to know his son, but after that statement, he was finding it awfully hard to harbor a harsh thought about the man.
“You’re staying,” Wyatt said.
Dakota turned then.
Wyatt saw the protest in his gaze and to head it off added, “And not because I don’t trust you to stick to your word, but because I…we want you to stay with us.” He looked at Lily and saw her agreement but also that the thought of Dakota not taking them to their son as he’d promised had never occurred to her.
The woman always saw the good in people. It could have been a fatal character flaw, except that she had gotten Wyatt to see the good in Dakota when he had all but lost any compassion or fondness he’d ever had for the Indian race after Lily’s attack. She had pulled him back from the brink of his blind hatred to see Dakota for the man that he was and not for the sole representative of the savages like the one who’d assaulted Lily.
“Please, Dakota.” Lily reached out her hand to him.
Wyatt watched them—Dakota falling under Lily’s sweet, sensual spell as he crossed the room to take her hand like a loyal servant—and his cock hardened in his trousers. He had to bite back a groan before they both thought he was crazy.
How was it that a man could be so aroused by the thought of seeing his wife with another man, not just any man but what most of Wyatt’s compadres still considered a primitive savage?
Dakota wasn’t just any man, though, and he wasn’t a primitive savage.
Wyatt reckoned he had been through more of the roughest and best times with Dakota and Lily by his side these last few weeks than he had been through all his life. That kind of affection and loyalty meant something to Wyatt even if it didn’t
mean anything to the people of Elk Creek.
Wyatt came back to the present to see Lily and Dakota kissing.
Her husky sighs of pleasure drifted out to him as Dakota opened his eyes to look at Wyatt over Lily’s shoulder, his gaze clearly questioning.
Despite the several times they had all been together so far, Dakota almost always deferred to Wyatt and Lily’s wishes.
Dakota didn’t need his permission, but Wyatt reckoned he appreciated that the other man sought it just the same.
Maybe that was the appeal of seeing Lily with Dakota. Deep down Wyatt reckoned he wanted to see Dakota lose control with Lily, become the “savage” that he was supposed to be, and take Lily hard so that Wyatt could drop his own restraints with her.
In his heart he knew that he and Lily had not fully recovered, that he was still handling her with kid gloves, afraid to break her after her ordeal.
Lily was past that fragile stage, however, and she had proved it again and again. She was keen to be ridden hard and rough and Wyatt was ready to ride her.
“Get over here,” he demanded.
Lily turned her head and the expression on her face told him exactly what Wyatt needed to know. She was excited by the harsh command in his voice. She wanted him to be dominant, forceful. Why else would the thought of two men appeal to her so much?
Wyatt’s cock throbbed at the thought because he needed to exhaust his sudden aggression. He wanted to punish her as well as make love to her.
Was he completely off the reservation for feeling that way?
Lily made her way over to Wyatt, trailing Dakota. She stopped in front of him, tilting back her head as she ran her tongue over her plump bottom lip and searched his eyes.
Wyatt caught her by the arms and dragged her up close enough to feel her breasts press against his chest. He bent his head and she gasped right before he slammed his mouth down on hers. Her soft lips instantly surrendered beneath his onslaught and he drove his tongue past them once they parted. He swallowed her groan as he delved further, sliding his hands down to her firm, round ass and drawing her against him.
He ground his hips into her, and Lily bucked against his hard cock with a whimper.
Wyatt responded to the plea in her voice, pulling away from her only enough to grip each side of her dress and rip it apart.
“Wyatt!” She crossed her arms over her breasts, gaping as she stumbled back.
Wyatt mercilessly studied her, saw the shock in her expression rather than fear, and stalked her. “You have on too many clothes. Take them off.”
Lily automatically reached for the remaining buttons that hadn’t gone flying every which a way—precious few were intact—and began undoing them.
Wyatt noticed the slight tremor in her fingers as she worked each button through its corresponding hole. He closed the space between them until Lily backed against the sofa.
He grinned, pressing against her until she flopped back against the couch cushions.
“Wyatt Baldwin, what has gotten into you?”
“You have, Lilybelle,” he murmured, taking pleasure in her aghast tone as he bent his knee to the sofa between her legs. “You owe me, darlin’, and I intend to take my pound of flesh.”
“Oh my…” She closed her eyes and arched her neck, a shudder rolling through her body.
The act of surrender excited Wyatt beyond his understanding, so much so until he felt as if he was in a fevered state and not in control of his actions.
He stepped back for the moment it took him to work the buttons on his trousers and pushed them and his underwear down over his hips, just enough to free his erection. A creamy pearl of liquid already trickled from the bulbous tip.
Wyatt looked at Lily sprawled against the sofa, naked from the waist down, bloomers, torn dress, boots, and socks all hastily removed and discarded on the floor.
She gazed up at him, smoky-gray eyes clouded with uncertainty and lust.
Wyatt approached the sofa, and Lily licked her lips and moaned as he kneed her thighs apart. He didn’t even check to see if she was wet enough for him, just settled his hips between her bent knees and drove his hard cock home with one powerful thrust.
“Oh, Wyatt!”
Her pussy wept around him, wet velvet heat sucking him deep.
Somewhere on the edge of his awareness he heard a masculine, animallike groan behind him. The raw sound spurred him as much as Lily wrapping her thighs around his waist.
She dug her heels into his ass and her nails into his shoulders, panting as he circled his hips and stroked all the corners inside her with his cock.
Wyatt planted his palms on either side of Lily’s head, reared up, and plunged headlong. He ground against her swollen clit until she cried out and dragged her nails down his back.
Wyatt growled with the intensity of it, the pleasure and pain that roared through him as he rode the waves of Lily’s wild, quivering completion before giving in to his own.
Panting, he bent his head to kiss her, planting his lips against the moist, rosy-hued skin of her neck and sampling the salty taste of her perspiration. He nuzzled her throat, still feeling the sting of her nails. Had his shirt been off, he was sure he’d be bloody. He actually wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t bloody.
“Are you all right?” Wyatt asked. Despite his earlier anger and desire to punish her, he never wanted to hurt her.
Lily smiled and burrowed her hands through his hair. “Right as a trivet.”
He chuckled, burying his face against her clothed breasts. The cotton of her camisole was not nearly as appealing as her silky skin. “You still have on too many clothes.”
“So do you.”
“I can remedy that directly.” Wyatt came to his feet with a grunt and noticed the wicked look in Lily’s eyes as she glanced past him.
In that instant, he remembered the earlier male groan that hadn’t come from him, the distinctive sounds of a man pleasuring himself.
He followed Lily’s gaze and turned without tucking himself in. He wasn’t nearly done with her, still raring to go.
Besides, Dakota had been treated to an eyeful and there was no need hiding now.
Shamelessly, the other man stood before him and Lily, spent cock in his fist and the creamy white deposit from his climax coating his fingers and the front of his shirt.
Like Wyatt, Dakota still had most of his clothes on, except he had pulled his trousers and underwear down over his hips to get a hold of his erection.
“I hope you’re ready for another round,” Wyatt said.
“Because we are,” Lily agreed.
“I am ready whenever the two of you are.”
* * * *
Dakota did not think it was possible, despite his words, but as soon as Lily stood from the sofa and made her way over to him in just her camisole and nothing else his cock instantly came to life in his hand. He stroked his hot, throbbing shaft once before Lily put her hand around his.
“Let me,” she murmured and sunk to her knees before him.
Dakota released his cock and before he knew it, Lily had taken him into her mouth, grasping his hips and drawing him closer as she sucked him deep.
It was too soon and he was too close. If he did not stop her now, this encounter would end much sooner than either of them wanted.
Dakota pulled away, catching her by the elbows and lifting her to her feet. He kissed her, burying her objections with his lips and tongue. He tasted himself on her, the hot, musky flavor a testament to how aroused he was. He sank his tongue deeper, delving for Lily’s heady tang and mingling it with his.
Dakota separated the front of Lily’s camisole, bending his head to circle one hard nipple with his tongue until she gasped and he sucked it into his mouth.
He felt Wyatt move in behind Lily, and Lily arched her neck to accept his kisses, pushing her breast further into Dakota’s mouth.
He laved each generous breast in turn. He squeezed, fondled, and breathed her in, losing himself in the silky-smoot
h touch of her, in the musky, sweet smell of her excitement.
Dakota slid his hands down her sides, grasped her ass, and lifted her against him.
Lily instantly wrapped her legs around his waist to anchor herself as he teased her soaked folds with the tip of his cock. “More, oh God, more…”
She was so wet one long stroke took him home inside her pussy.
Lily moaned and tightened her inner muscles around him as she bore down, impaling herself completely and gripping his cock in her slick warmth.
Dakota lifted his head just in time to catch Wyatt’s heated look as he positioned himself behind Lily, rigid, glistening cock in hand.
Dakota knew however much of his own cream Wyatt had smeared on his cock it would never be enough for an easy passage. They would have to distract and prepare Lily as much as possible before he tried it.
Dakota circled his hips and reached between his and Lily’s bodies to flick and rub her swollen clitoris with his thumb. He kept up a steady rhythm, thrusts matching his touch as Wyatt slid a finger inside Lily’s anus.
She bit her lip and moaned, nestling her cheek against Dakota’s as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “More…”
They responded, Dakota rocking his hips to and fro and Wyatt adding another finger and twisting them inside her.
Lily bucked her hips in response and cried out. “Wyatt, please! I won’t break. I want more. I want you inside me…you and Dakota…only you and Dakota…”
Holding their precious cargo in his arms and trying not to seek his release before Wyatt or Lily, as was his way, Dakota watched as Wyatt removed his fingers and spread Lily’s ass cheeks with his hands.
Wyatt maneuvered his cock right at the entrance of her back hole, teasing the outer ring of muscles with the head of his cock.
Matching Wyatt’s progression, Dakota plunged forward as Wyatt pushed all the way in.
Lily gasped, burying her face against his throat as she adjusted to the double penetration.
“Are you all right, Lilybelle?” Wyatt asked.
“Yes. Don’t stop.”
Together, Dakota and Wyatt moved. Dakota pushed when Wyatt withdrew, and withdrew when Wyatt pushed, their thrusts picking up momentum and steadily spearing Lily between them until they forced her over the edge.