Flirting With The Law (Outlaw Brides Book 1)(15)

My head fell back when he kissed down my neck, over my shoulder. With  his hand wrapped around me, he angled me back to take a nipple in his  mouth.

I barely noticed the bed dip with Seth's weight as he moved behind me,  his hands joining Landon's on my back. When I was pulled back upright  and Landon's mouth found mine, I felt Seth's hand slide lower and lower  still, slipping into the seam of my bottom and over-

"Seth!"

I opened my eyes and found Landon watching me closely. "Let him play. He'll make you feel good."

Seth's finger slid gossamer soft over my back entrance, so lightly I  wasn't even sure if he'd done it, but the sharp burst of pleasure that  contact elicited only pushed me closer to the brink. The single digit  was cold and slippery, as if it were coated in something slick. He  didn't do more than circle and press, circle and press and I was  reassured. I began to move once again.

"Good?" Seth added.

I nodded, bit my lip. "You said you would take me there. Are you going  to do that?" I asked. The idea wasn't as crazy as I'd thought when they  told me what they'd eventually do.

"Hell, no. You're going to come as I play and Landon fucks you. You're  not ready for my cock here yet, but you'll have an idea of what it will  be like."

I didn't think I could take much more and somehow Landon knew. His hands  slid to my hips and he began to lift and lower me, taking back control.  While he gave my legs a rest, he pushed me to the brink of pleasure.  With each downward press, Seth's finger nudged a little more insistently  until at last my body adjusted and opened for it. Just a little, but  enough for the tip to slip inside. That was all it took to come.

I bit my lip, barely remembering I had to remain quiet. Whimpers slipped  past and I felt my body clench and squeeze down on Landon's cock and  Seth's fingertip. Landon's hands tightened and he forced me down onto  him as he lifted his own hips up, going so deep that it offered a slight  bite of pain as he came. That, and the penetration of Seth's finger,  only made my orgasm continue. On and on.

"She's so tight, squeezing me so hard," Seth said, laying a line of  kisses along my sweaty shoulder. I couldn't catch my breath and I was  thrilled to have two men support me. Seth pulled his finger from me, but  Landon remained motionless, his cock still thick and hard inside me,  although I could feel his seed slipping from me.

"Here, sweetheart. You did so well with my finger, it's time for this."

Seth grinned as he held up a small wooden object.

"Is that a sock darner?" I asked, my voice almost sleepy sounding from  my climax. I took my hands from Landon's shoulders and brushed my hair  back.

Seth shook his head. "Nope. This is for your ass. As I said, you're not ready for our cocks yet and this will help."

I grabbed the object from him. "That's going where?"

He snatched it back and moved around behind me. Looking over my  shoulder, I saw him grab a glass jar, dip his fingers in and coat the  wooden thing so it was shiny and slick.

I tried to move off Landon's lap then, but his cock deep inside kept me  from going anywhere. It was one thing to accept Seth's finger, but that?

"Oh no."

"Shh," Landon crooned. When a long tendril of hair wouldn't stay back,  he pushed the stubborn strands back for me. "We will only give you  pleasure, sweetheart. We want to claim you together eventually and we  don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't do it," I countered. It was hard to have a snap to my voice  when I'd come so hard and so well and Landon was still inside me. Also,  they knew I came even harder because of Seth's finger in one very  specific location. I was arguing out of principal, not because I didn't  believe them.

And Landon noticed that easily enough. "There is no shame in what we do  together," he offered, tipping my chin up so I had to look at him. "When  you let go and give yourself to us, you're so beautiful. We can see the  real you. Honest. Perfect. You will trust us to take care of you?"

I searched his eyes, saw no malice there. While I was wary of men after  what Mr. Rollins had done, comparing them to the malicious banker did  Landon and Seth a disservice. They were honorable. Trustworthy.         

     



 

I wasn't. I was an outlaw. A retired outlaw, but to them, I was still a  criminal, and I was their wife. They saw the real me, or thought they  did, but there was one huge truth in the way.

"I … I trust you, but I need to tell you something."

I'd come clean with them. There was nothing between us now, the act we'd just shared so intimate that I wanted to bare my soul.

Landon stroked my cheek, began to move slightly inside me, making my thoughts slip away.

"Is it about how you're going to come for us?"

I could do nothing but shake my head.

"Then later. Tell us later. Now, all you have to do now is feel. All right?"

He smiled, leaned in and offered me a gentle kiss. The soft rasp of his  beard was becoming familiar and wanted. So sweet. Tender. "That's my  girl. Let Seth work that plug in, then it will be his turn to fuck you."

When Landon lowered his head to kiss me again, I knew I was lost, I'd  give in to whatever they wanted to do to me because … I trusted them.

But in the corner of my mind, the spot that wasn't overwhelmed with lust  and arousal, I worried that once they knew the truth, they wouldn't be  able to trust me at all.





CHAPTER TEN



Seth



"We were a little busy earlier, but tell us, sweetheart, how you've supported yourself all these years since your husband died."

We were in the stage headed to Rollinsville, the town of the third bank  robbery. Another man had ridden with us from Helena to the second stop,  but we were now alone for the remainder of the journey.

Thankfully, we were alone and could touch her as we wished.

I sat beside Maddie, Landon across from us. It was rough going, the ride  unbelievably bumpy from the spring rains turning the ground into mud,  then drying into deep, hard ruts.

I couldn't imagine the journey being all too comfortable for her since  I'd worked the plug into her ass and then fucked her with it in. She was  tight there, her ass would all but strangle my cock even after we'd  readied her-my cock grew hard at the thought. Fortunately, she liked ass  play and while she struggled with the idea, her body enjoyed what we  did. Well, once we made her brainless with pleasure.

When she winced at a strong jolt instead of responding, I pulled her  onto my lap. Her discomfort was our fault and I needed to ease it.

"Better?"

She squirmed a bit and her eyes widened when she felt my cock. "Yes," she whispered.

"Don't worry," I said, looking into her green eyes. "It's always hard when you're around."

She flushed and I could tell she was pleased knowing I was aroused  constantly by her. While she was a confident woman, independent and  self-reliant for years, I realized she reveled in praise.

"You want to know how I lived as a twenty year-old widow?" I didn't  respond, so she continued. "Well, when Orville died, I went back to my  father's ranch."

"Is that where you live now?"

"Do you mean have you just gained a ranch at our marriage?" she  countered, her voice a little tart. A wife's property, whether it be  land or riches, became her husband's property upon marriage. I wasn't  interested in any of that. We hadn't married her for money.

Landon had one foot on the floor, one propped up beside Maddie on the  bench. He'd been quiet through our chat and only stroked his beard now.  We'd learned that not talking sometimes worked as well in interrogations  as asking many questions. Not that I was interrogating our bride. I was  just curious. She was right. We didn't know all that much about each  other.

"No. The ranch was … um, gone before my father died."

"Gone?" With one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh, I gave her a slight squeeze, urging her on.

She looked down at her fingers folded in her lap and I felt her body stiffen. "It was taken, by the bank."

This was a sore subject for her.

"How did you live then?"

Her eyes met mine, her chin tipped up. Defiant. Angry. "My father didn't  live, actually. The ranch being taken from us destroyed him. His heart  gave out. He died within two weeks of the buildings being burned."

Landon pulled his leg back, leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. He swayed slightly with the stage.

"What do you mean, burned?"

She took a deep breath, but didn't relax. "I mean that when my father  refused to sell, the bank changed the note to a number we couldn't  afford. So the property was taken. Then, as we were leaving, the men  from the bank set the house and the outbuildings on fire."

I tightened my jaw at the injustice of it. "Did your father do something to-"         

     



 

She tried to shift off my lap at my accusing words, but I held her  tight. "Of course not. The banker was just mad that my father wouldn't  sell. Ultimately, the man got what he wanted without a dime in payment,  then burned it down to prove it meant nothing to him."