Seeing that we were done, the waitress came over and cleared our dinner plates. "Dessert? Tonight, it's cherry pie."
"Yes, please," I replied quickly, needing something to do with my hands and definitely with my mouth. Having it filled with pie might keep me from saying something I might regret, like "yes."
When the waitress walked away, Seth asked, "Are you saying ‘yes, please' to us?"
"What?" I asked.
They were both grinning at me. Wickedly. They were so handsome, devastatingly so in completely opposing ways. One dark, the other fair. One light hearted, the other intense. Yet they both wanted me. Me!
Sitting between them, I realized I wasn't just Madison Thomas, widow, any longer. I wasn't the shy newlywed from years before. I was the Black Widow, a ludicrous moniker I'd been given by one of the bank tellers from the second robbery. I hadn't killed Orville-the ‘flu had taken him-so it wasn't true, but it sounded wicked. I was wicked, robbing banks and getting away with it, even if it was solely to get the money Mr. Rollins owed us and not a penny more. I might have been a criminal, but I was a criminal with morals. We had one more robbery to steal the last few hundred dollars and we'd be even. Done.
I wanted the other ladies to walk away, to save themselves, but I had one more robbery to go. I had to do it for them as much as for myself, for Daddy.
My simpering and questioning these men was an innocent's response. A familiar reaction to my ladylike upbringing, not to my current station in life. I wasn't an innocent any longer. I probably wouldn't even be considered a lady. I might not have been taken by Orville while I gripped the headboard or on my hands and knees, but I'd aimed a gun at a bank teller and stolen several thousand dollars. Not once, but three times. I was a wanted woman. An outlaw.
Why couldn't I have these two? Why couldn't I spend a night with them and find the pleasure they were offering? How much further could I sink? The ladies at church would say I was already going to hell. Why not enjoy the trip? I had no doubt these two knew exactly what they were doing and I would not be left wanting. One night of pleasure couldn't ruin me any more. But if I were caught, I'd have the memories of what we'd do together. Even if I wasn't caught, I'd remember my time with them for the rest of my life.
I took a deep breath, then another. "Very well. I accept."
Both men stilled. "What are you saying, Maddie?" Landon asked.
"I wish to … to-"
The waitress brought over the plates of pie, thick slices with a dollop of cream on each. They looked delicious but I was suddenly too nervous to think about tasting it.
I leaned back, allowing her room to put the desserts before us, instantly having second thoughts.
"Coffee?" the waitress asked.
"No, thank you," Seth replied, his gaze resting squarely on me.
The waitress left.
"You were saying?" he asked.
I folded my hands in my lap, worried my fingers. Then I lifted my head, glanced into Landon's dark eyes and then Seth's fair ones.
No, no second thoughts. There wouldn't be second chances for a night like this and I was going to take it. An outlaw took what she wanted and I wanted a night with Seth and Landon. "I wish to be between you."
CHAPTER FOUR
Landon Cooper
I barely remember paying the bill or escorting Maddie back to the hotel. My room was directly across the narrow hall from Seth's, but since that was now her room, he led her there. Pushing the door inward, he let her enter first. She glanced at him, then at me, the tacit understanding that when she entered, she knew what she wanted. Us.
I watched her breasts rise beneath her prim dress as she took a deep breath, then walked within. Seth grinned, he couldn't help it, I was sure, and then I followed. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it. My position wasn't to keep her from escaping; I would have opened the door for her quickly if she'd changed her mind. I didn't think she would. From the glint of something akin to mischief in her eyes, she was with us willingly.
The window faced the west and the mountains in the distance. It was open a few inches to let in the soft summer air, the plain white curtains fluttering. It was a clean, serviceable room. No frills. I didn't need any. Tonight, I just wanted a bed with Maddie in it. On it. Leaning over it. Any way we could have her.
This was no virgin standing before us. While she stood perfectly straight and her hands were folded at her waist, she'd been with a man before. Although from the sound of it, a young and most likely exuberant one. Because of this, I had to wonder if she'd ever come. Her husband had sounded like a kind man, but had he seen to her pleasure? Had he even known how to do so? Would we be the first to show her what it could really be like?
She wasn't a whore either. No, she hadn't joined us for a quick romp for the exchange of coin. She was a lady through and through. But that didn't mean she couldn't have what she wanted. If that meant two cocks and a wild, fun ride, then she was allowed to have it. Society norms be damned.
But this wasn't just a quick fuck. No, we'd said we wanted to marry her. We'd made that quite clear. If she was going to be with us, then come morning, we'd be before the nearest minister or justice of the peace.
Seth and I hadn't even had to talk to agree about this. We'd known for years we'd share a woman, we just didn't know who she'd be. Until now.
Maddie Thomas was so damn beautiful, words didn't do her justice. Her dark hair would be long and I wanted to tangle my fingers in it, get lost in her. I'd never seen eyes so green, like the prairie in springtime, bright and alive. Most men would think us insane with our adamance of our desire for her to become ours. Some would say foolish for our instant acknowledgement that she'd be ours. There was a whorehouse down the street to sate our male appetites if we wanted. But no upstairs girl would suffice ever again.
My cock was hard, but it was only hard for Maddie.
Tomorrow, we would go to the meeting and learn about our latest fugitive, then go on the hunt for him. Them. Whatever. Another criminal. For every one we put behind bars, there were always more. It wasn't a lawless land, the Montana Territory. Far from it, but bandits had plenty of room to wreak havoc, to hide. We'd do our job, and fast, and get back to Maddie. Quit. Settle. Give her all the babies she wanted and enjoy every minute of it.
Starting now.
I took a step toward her, took her hands in mine. Seth moved to stand behind her. She was skittish and I didn't blame her. We were both a head taller and big. Very big. Hopefully, we'd shown her that we meant her no harm, that we were not a danger to her. The opposite, in fact. We would protect her from anything.
She'd never want again.
Her hands were so small. Warm and soft. Lifting her head, her emerald eyes met mine.
"Second thoughts?" I asked, my voice soft. My cock wanted me to strip her bare now, toss her on the bed and sink deep. I would do that. Whether it was tonight or after days or weeks of wooing, that was still to be determined.
"No." Her voice was barely a whisper, but I detected no fear in her gaze. Nervousness, surely. Hell, I was nervous, too, because I wanted to get this right. I wanted it to be perfect for her. It wasn't every day you had your last first kiss. It wasn't every day you undressed your lover, your wife, for the first time. Saw her perfect body, watched arousal darken her eyes, made her catch her breath. Heard her cries of pleasure. Sank into her. There were so many firsts that I wanted to remember every single one of them.
"May I kiss you?" I asked.
She startled when Seth's hands curved around her waist from behind, accentuating how trim she was.
"Are you going to ask questions the entire time?" she countered.
I arched a brow and I couldn't help but smile. "What do you wish me to do? We are at your command."
It was her turn to smile. "I highly doubt that. You two seem like men who like to have their ways."
Seth leaned down and nuzzled her neck. His lips barely touched her skin and her eyes fell closed. "Would you like us to have our way with you?" he murmured.
"Mmm," she replied.
"We need a yes, sweetheart," I said, giving her fingers a little squeeze, trying to gain her attention. If she was so lost from just Seth touching her neck, then she would need us to guide her in this. She'd be mindless quickly enough.
Perfect.
When she didn't reply right away, Seth nipped at her earlobe as he removed her hat.
Spurred to respond, she cried, "Yes!"
I couldn't hold back after that, cupping her jaw and kissing her. I skipped the gentle brushing and coaxing and went right to a passion filled kiss. She gasped and I took advantage of that to go deeper. My tongue found hers and I kissed her as I would fuck her. Wild, untamed. Passionate.