Flirting With The Law (Outlaw Brides Book 1)(11)

I flushed hotly. The way they were on me last night, the way their  mingled seed slipped from me, it was highly possible I could be with  child. And by the look in their eyes, they intended to keep at it, just  as they'd said in the restaurant, until the job was done. Why did that  not scare me? Wasn't it my dream to be married with children of my own?

I just needed to finish this one last robbery and I could have it all. I could have them.

"Yes, I'll marry you." I bit my lip, considering the legality of the plan. "How will this work? I mean … with um, two of you."

"You'll marry me," Seth said and I watched as he practically puffed up with pride.

"But you'll be married to me, as well," Landon added. "When I took you  last night, there was no going back. I don't need a blessing from God or  a marriage license to know you're mine."

I studied them once more. Took in their handsome faces, their  expressions, their words. Even their actions from the night before. "You  really want me?" I asked, this time hope instead of anger lacing my  words.

"Yes," they said at the same time.

This was insane! I was honestly contemplating binding myself forever to  men I'd met yesterday. Men! Not just Seth, but Landon, too. And not just  regular men, but US Marshals. I had to tell them the truth. But how?  They'd hate me, take me to jail, walk away. Even have Amanda and Tara  arrested. We were robbing the banks not to be greedy, but to take back  what belonged to us. It was illegal, but ethically right. Like Robin  Hood. Seth and Landon though, seemed like the men who wouldn't see my  actions that way.

They were waiting for an answer. They had no intention of doing anything  else before they made an honest woman of me. That proved their honor,  the quality of their character. They were good men.

Was I good enough for them? What would they think of me if they learned  the truth? They'd be stuck with me and it would be horrible. I had few  choices. I could tell them the truth and I'd be behind bars in the jail  instead of standing before the sheriff reciting marriage vows. I could  tell them no and leave. But they'd want a reason and since I couldn't  tell them the truth, they'd probably decide to step back to court and  woo me until I said yes. Or, I could say yes now and get what we all  wanted: to be back in bed together as soon as possible.

"All right. I'll marry you."

That was all it took before they steered me out of the room and outside.  I walked between the two down the town's boardwalk, Landon's hand on my  elbow. It was early still, just past sunrise, and we only saw one other  person on our journey from the hotel to the jail. He was in the  distance and didn't offer us much more than a passing glance, had no  idea I was about to marry two men. Just thinking about the jail made my  heart beat frantically.

"You're quiet all of a sudden. Lost your voice from all that screaming?  How many times did we make you come?" Seth asked, looking down at me,  the corner of his mouth tipped up in a sly smile. I knew I was tense,  but he obviously took it for pre-wedding jitters, not fear of being  arrested. He was intentionally making me blush, to think about something  besides what we were about to do, and it endeared him to me more.         

     



 

Why did he have to be so good looking? I was desperately attracted to  him. My nipples tightened at just the raspy tone of his voice. His straw  colored hair curled from beneath his hat. He winked one pale eye at me.  Not paying attention, I tripped over a warped board in the walkway and  Landon's grip on my arm tightened to steady me. He wouldn't let go. Not  now, not once we were married. Once the vows were said, I doubted I'd be  let out of bed-not that I minded.

We'd barely slept the night before, only snoozing between bouts of  lovemaking. I had no idea I could straddle a man's lap and ride him. I  had no idea I could take a cock into my throat and swallow down the  spurting seed. I had no idea I would like being taken from behind.

All the while, I'd never mentioned I was the Black Widow. They also  hadn't mentioned they were US Marshals. In fact, we hardly spoke other  than for them to tell me what to do.

Spread those lovely legs. Suck me harder. Tilt that ass up so I can  spank it. Thrust out those perfect breasts. Ride my cock and come for  us.

All I seemed to have said was "God" and "Please" and "More" because I'd  loved every minute of it with both of them. Both! Four hands, two mouths  and two very large cocks on men who knew exactly what to do with them.

I walked between them, surprised by my own actions. I wasn't that kind  of woman. Well, I didn't used to be that kind of woman. I was now. And  Seth and Landon liked me that way. They hadn't done anything I hadn't  wanted. Yes, they'd been dominant and very bossy, but I'd wanted it. No,  needed it because when their mouths were on me, when their hands slid  over my curves or their cocks plunged deep, my mind went blank. They'd  made me forget my need for revenge, my face on the wanted poster, my own  name. It had been bliss to just have been desired. Nothing more. But  with the dawn, reality returned and I learned the truth. I'd fucked two  US Marshals whose job was to bring criminals to justice. I just had to  be thankful they were going to a meeting about a man they had to hunt  down while I was busy robbing the bank.

I saw the jail down the block. The building loomed even though it was  squat and plain. I could hear the iron bars clinking behind me if they  knew the truth.

Seth stopped across the street, tilted his head toward the jail.  "Anything you want to say, sweetheart, before we go inside and make you  ours?"

Why did he ask me that? I looked up into his pale eyes, then to Landon. I would not panic. No, they weren't arresting me.

The sheriff came out of the jail, leaned against the open doorway. While  he was as big as Landon and Seth, he had an obvious interest in his  wife's cooking, for his belly extended over his belt buckle. Regardless,  he was probably eager to have the Black Widow residing in his jail, if  he knew who she was.

I shook my head. Landon tilted my chin up with his thumb-a gesture he  seemed to like to do-and smiled. "You're not going to the gallows,  sweetheart. We're getting married."

I took a deep breath. Exhaled. No, I wasn't being hung. At least, not today.





CHAPTER SEVEN



Seth



I lifted up the wanted poster and waved it in the air. The rough paper  crumpled between my fingers. "When we were brought in to find a ruthless  bank robber, this is not what we expected."

Norman Rollins sat behind his big oak desk, as pretentious a piece of  furniture as the man himself. In his fifties, he carried the weight of a  man with excess. Excess food, excess spirits and excess money to buy it  with. He was a widower. After knowing him for ten minutes, I had  already decided his wife was better off six feet under than under this  man's thumb.

"I requested you because of your record of capturing criminals."

"Yes, criminals. This is a woman," I added. I turned the paper and  glanced down at the likeness. Dark hair, wide set eyes, strong  cheekbones. "She is wearing a fucking hat with lace edging in this  drawing."

My gaze flicked to Landon. While he was leaning quietly against the  wall, ankles crossed, remaining quiet as usual, I knew he was angry. Mr.  Rollins wasn't familiar with him to know he should give him plenty of  room. That's why he was good at being a Marshal. People underestimated  him, took his quietness for lack of smarts. His jaw was tense and his  eyes were narrowed on the old fucker.

The only perk of leaving Billings and traveling to Helena was Maddie.  Yes, we'd wanted to take a few days of rest on our ranch after following  the trail of two men wanted in a string of cattle rustling across the  eastern plains, but Rollins had been insistent. And we hadn't expected  to find her. Fuck her. Marry her. And, dammit, leave her to meet with  this fucker. No married man wanted to leave his bride, not after the  things we did with her.         

     



 

Last night had been amazing and ruined us for all others. There would be  no whores, no widows. Just Maddie for the rest of our lives. The ring  on my finger was public proof of that. I was married.

The idea felt good. Damn good, but Rollins was ruining it. We were  wasting time we could instead spend between Maddie's thighs. But no,  instead we were stuck with a rich man who'd apparently been robbed by a  woman.

A woman!

A woman who'd obviously been smart enough to get away with it not once,  not twice, but three times. Per Rollins, she hadn't hurt anyone or fired  a shot with the revolver she supposedly presented. Yet Rollins was like  a bear who'd been poked a time or two. Or three.

"She wore a hat in the robberies," Mr. Rollins said, referring to the rendering. "It's what the tellers remembered."

"The Black Widow?" I asked, reading the words beneath "Wanted!"

I handed the paper to Landon. He glanced at it, then said, "Did she kill anyone in the robberies?"