Flirting With The Law (Outlaw Brides Book 1)(7)

I felt Seth's knuckles bump against my chest a time or two as he worked  the small buttons open on the front of her dress. When I felt him step  back, I lifted my head. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen and a  shiny pink. Her collarbones and pale skin at the base of her neck were  visible in the V of her open dress. I also caught a glimpse of the lacy  edge of her shift that peeked out above the straight line of her corset.

Her eyes opened. Wide. Too wide as her hands came up to grip the sides of her dress.

I stepped back. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

She licked her lips, swallowed. Seth came around to stand beside me. "Oh … um. That was nice."

"The kissing?" Seth asked.

She nodded.

"I didn't even get a turn." His tone was light and she offered a shaky smile in reply.

"You didn't like the kiss?" I asked.

Her gaze flicked to mine and I watched her cheeks turn pink. "I did. Yes, um … very much."

Seth cocked his head to the side. "What's the matter?"

She spun, the hem of her dress whipping around to brush against my ankles.

"This is …  I mean, I am-" From behind, we could see her take a deep breath, let it out. "I'm scared."

I glanced at Seth. "Of us? We'll never hurt you."

"Never let anyone hurt you," Seth added.

"I'm not scared of you," she whispered.

Carefully, I placed my hand on her shoulder and slowly turned her  around. She came willingly. When she looked up at Seth, then me, her  eyes were wild and full of worry. If she wasn't afraid of us, then-

"I'm afraid of what you make me feel."

It was our turns to exhale. Seth grinned.

"Pretty overwhelming, isn't it?"

The corner of her mouth tipped up. "I've never felt like this before."

I was proud of her for admitting this truth. It was a heavy one,  especially for a lady who most likely was raised to stifle most of her  emotions, or at least not share them. She also wasn't one to accept  carnal invitations either, and I had to doubt she'd been bedded by  anyone but her husband, and that had been a few years ago.         

     



 

"Aroused?" Seth asked.

"That," she admitted. "But I've just met you and I'm in a hotel room with my dress unbuttoned-"

"We can leave, if you wish," I interrupted. If she was afraid, pushing  her would only make it worse. She was going to be ours whether we fucked  her tonight or not.

Her eyes widened in alarm and her hand came up as if to stop us. "No, it's not that. I just wonder … do you feel it, too?"

"We told you we intend to make you our wife. Of course we feel it, too,"  I offered, while Seth just nodded. "I must be one hell of a kisser."

She blushed prettily, but she laughed. "I've never been kissed like that before."

"How about trying it with me?" Seth asked.

"He feels left out, sweetheart."

She didn't do anything, although it was obvious she was amused, for her  shoulders dropped and the knuckles on her fingers were no longer white.

"While your buttons are undone, how about we undo ours?" Seth asked,  although his hands were already working their way down his shirt, then  tugging it from his pants.

Her eyes dropped and took in that wide strip of his chest and belly that  was now visible. Fairly harmless and only slightly inappropriate and  not too much to have her panic.

I kept my eyes on hers as I opened my own shirt, but I didn't stop when  the buttons were undone, but worked it off my arms and let it fall to  the floor.

"Oh my," she said, forgetting her modesty and her hands fell. So did her mouth.

My male ego was bolstered by the way she was ogling the two of us. Women  had been pleased at the sight of us before, but knowing Maddie was so  enthralled was all that mattered.

She pointed at me, swirled her finger in a circle, then pointed to Seth. "I had no idea men had hair on their chests."

We both looked down at ourselves. I had a smattering of dark hair that  tapered toward my navel, then a line that ran down to the base of my  cock. I wasn't what anyone would call hairy, but I also wasn't a  teenaged boy, like her dead husband, Orville, either.

"How old was your husband when you married?" Seth asked. He knew they'd  only been married a few months-she'd said as much-and it was a better  question to ask than when he'd died.

"Nineteen."

Seth tugged his shirt off, held it balled in his hand. "I didn't have  any chest hair when I was that age." He glanced down at himself, then at  Maddie. Shrugged. "I only have a little now."

His hair was sparse and fair.

He angled his head toward me. "Landon, though, I think he was born covered in hair."

I ran my hand over my beard. I kept it short, but the raspy sound of it couldn't be missed. "I'm not a bear," I countered.

Maddie laughed. I loved that sound.

"No. No bear, but I liked the feel of your beard."

I moved to the bed, sat on the side of it, the ropes holding the  mattress creaked from my weight. We were just standing around with our  shirts off. It was time to move things along. "You'll like the feel of  it other places, too. Remember, I said I was a thigh man."

I winked and she flushed. Had she never had a man eat her pussy? If she  hadn't, that was changing tonight. My mouth watered just thinking about  it.

Crooking my finger, I said, "Come here, sweetheart."

"Absolutely not," Seth countered. "Not until I get my kiss."

"You're like two little boys," she chided, but stepped closer to Seth. Her earlier worries seemed to have lessened.

He hooked an arm about her waist and pulled her into him with firm command. A gasp escaped her lips. "No boys. We're all men."

He kissed her then, kissed her with a fervor greater than my own. I knew  what she tasted like, knew how soft and plush her lips were. Knew what  her breasts felt like pressed against me. That didn't mean I wasn't  impatient for more.

When Seth lifted his head, he grinned. "Less bearlike?"

I grunted then.

"See?" he asked. "He sounds like one, too."

Maddie giggled, put her fingers to her lips. "Thank you."

"For what?" Seth asked.

"For helping me be a little less overwhelmed."

"Don't get all calm yet. We still have our pants on," I said. To keep  her from thinking too hard about that at the moment, I told her to do  something simple, something a touch wicked, but still kept her covered.  "Take down your hair."

Her eyes grew wide at my request, but she lifted her hands and pulled  pin after pin from her neat bun until the thick coffee colored tresses  hung wild and long down her back. Seth took the pins from her hand,  absently placed them on the bedside table.         

     



 

She glanced down at the front of Seth's pants and couldn't miss the obvious bulge.

"Oh my."

Her breathy exclamation had me shifting on the bed to make my own cock  more comfortable. That wouldn't happen though, until it was buried deep  inside of her.

Reaching out, I snagged her wrist and tugged her toward me until she  stood between my parted knees. My hands settled on the backs of her  thighs to hold her in place. Not that she was trying to move away. I'd  caught her by surprise and she looked down at me with those wide, green  eyes.

"Slide your dress off your arms," I said.

She didn't hesitate this time, and somewhat clumsily worked the emerald  fabric from her shoulders and down her arms so the top half hung down  from her waist. She wore a simple white corset and the curved neckline  and straps of her shift showed above. A line of decadent cleavage  couldn't be missed, especially since it was right at the level of my  eyes.

"I want to see more of you," she admitted boldly.

I wasn't modest, not one bit. If she wanted to see more, I wasn't going  to deny her. I undid my belt, lifted my hips and worked my pants off,  toeing off one boot, then the other so I was bare.

"Oh my," she said again. Her gaze had left my face and stared-none too  blatantly-at my cock which I could feel pressing against my belly. Fluid  seeped from the tip, slick and hot. "I'm …  um, I'm not sure that's going  to fit."

I couldn't help but grin at that. "Sweetheart, you don't need to compliment me now. I've already got my pants off."

She wrinkled her brow in obvious confusion. Reaching up, I slid her  dress over her flared hips, let it slide to the floor, settling around  her ankles.

"You are so beautiful," I murmured, taking her in, every perfect inch of her.

"She smells like flowers," Seth murmured, reaching around from behind  and undoing the stays on her corset. The difference between his tanned,  blunt fingers and her delicate underthings was striking.

She looked over her shoulder at Seth. "You're very adept at this."

He didn't respond, for what could he say? We weren't monks and now I  realized all the times we'd been with other women were only practice for  right now, for Maddie.