A Contract Bride's Triple Surprise (26 page)

He stopped for a moment and looked at her. She’d closed her eyes again, her tongue protruding from her lips like her clit did from her pussy. Her face was flushed, as were her breasts, held in by the legs she bent to her chest. She clenched her pussy as he watched, feeling the extra pressure around his cock.

That and the sight of his dark cock half impaling her white ass almost made him come. He jammed his teeth together, held his breath, and fought to hold back. The need faded just enough to keep it in control.

It wasn’t that he was overpowering her. She was the one demanding more.

No, it was that she offered herself to him so willingly. Wanting him to take her this way, to make her come with his cock and his fingers and tongue. Her scent, rising from her wide-open pussy, overpowered him, its allure greater than anything gold could provide.

He pulled her against him, slowly sliding to take her to the hilt. He pulled almost out, slow and steady, then back in. Again and again. She twitched, little quivers sending messages of enjoyment. Her face screwed up as he slid forward. She inhaled as he slid back.

He sped up, faster and faster until his balls slapped against her with each stroke. She grasped her breast with one hand while the other dipped into her pussy.

He felt her clench again, trying to hold something that wasn’t there.

Yet.

Soon, she’d have Ross’s cock in her pussy while he took her ass. His balls tightened, the tension coiling. The thought of sharing Amelia with the man he’d looked up to all his life was more than he could take. He leaned over and kissed her to cover the expected scream. She grabbed him with both hands, holding him close. He slid his hand between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

He felt her explode and could no longer hold back. She screamed into him as he erupted deep inside her, his balls contracting again and again. He held her trembling body tight, his arms over hers, as they got their breath.

Finally, he stood, chest heaving. Ross, standing by his side, handed him a cloth to cover himself. He motioned for Nevin to move away. Nev, dizzy and still trying to draw breath, leaned a hip against the counter. Ross wiped the oil off Amelia with another cloth. He picked her up, quilt and all, and cradled her in his arms. She opened her eyes and gasped up at him.

“My turn,” he growled.

“But—”

“My wife,” he growled down at her in reply. “Mine to share.”

“Yours,” she sighed.

“Get the door, Nev.”

Nevin, legs still shaking from the massive orgasm, opened the door to the night.

“Get the bed warm. Amy will be chilled when we get back.”

She clutched his neck, struggling. “Ross, where are you taking me?”

“Remember, Amy?” His dark eyes bored into her. “Wherever I want. Whenever I want. However I want.”

“I remember,” she said. Though she sounded shy, her eyes shone in eagerness.

“Now, we do it my way.”

Nevin closed the door. He heard Ross say something about a dip in the creek to start. He wasn’t sure of Amelia’s squeaked response but knew Ross would win the argument. He washed up, whistling quietly, and blew out the light. He carried their clothes upstairs, hung them on the pegs, pushed the beds back together, and dropped into a deep sleep.

Sometime later, a chilly arm snuck around his. A pair of cool breasts snuggled against his hot back. He let her settle against his bulk. Her body would be warm in no time. In return, so would his heart.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amelia hugged the warm chest she lay on. A large hand slid down her back to cup her bottom. As her legs were bent, he had easy access between them. She’d been dreaming of the book again, having two men playing with her. Fingers slid into her wet pussy.

“Mmm, wet enough to play.”

She lifted her head and looked into brown eyes. Crinkles from a smile framed the dark eyebrows.

“Morning, Amelia.”

Heat flared at Nevin’s lazy, mocking drawl. His arms tightened around her before she could scuttle off the bed.

“Don’t you go running away, now. Let’s get acquainted.”

“After what you did last night, I think we know each other!”

“After what
we
did, we need to talk.”

He raised his head to make his point. She worried her lip for a moment before nodding. Heat flooded her face at the memory. He ran a finger over the edge of her breast. She shivered.

“Is that a blush because you want more of my handsome body? I sure hope you don’t feel any shame.”

“I…” She couldn’t think of what to say in reply.

“That’s why we need to talk. I don’t know what you and Ross did outside last night, but he got up this morning so darn cheerful that Auntie didn’t know what to do.”

First, he bathed her in the stream as she complained of the cold. He kissed her all over. By then, she was desperate for his cock. He lay on his back on the moss, and she rode him, grinding her clit against him until she came. Then he turned her onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind, claiming her as a stallion would his mare. When he exploded, calling her name, she came again, even harder.

“From the way your chest hardened up, you must’ve had fun.” He teased her swollen clit with his finger. “Maybe next time, you’ll invite me to join you,” he whispered. “You can ride Ross’s cock, and I’ll do what I did last night. We’ll fill you front and back. You want to try that, Amelia?”

She nodded. He rewarded her by rubbing her clit again.

“That’s good.”

He sighed and wrapped both arms around her. She relaxed in his embrace, knowing his pounding heart meant he wasn’t through talking.

“I love that you want my body,” he finally said. “But this is what matters more. Holding you. You holding me. If I had to choose, I would go without the other to have you hold me at night.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Does the cock nudging my hip agree with that?”

He gave a rueful laugh. “Just because we did that last night doesn’t mean I expect it again anytime soon.”

Amelia heard both his disbelief that she would want more and his plea that she would. She finally had a chance to talk without him running away or someone interrupting.

“Why are you so different from Ross? You have the same parents and grew up together.”

His shriveling cock tickled her thigh, and his heart thudded harder under her cheek. She waited until he shifted onto his side, taking her with her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, her bottom tucked into his groin. The hair tickled her.

“We didn’t grow up together. I stayed with my parents until we came back here to the MD. Ross went to our mother’s people when he was five. Something happened, and he came home a few years later. He’s never been the same since. He’s working toward something, but I don’t know what.”

“He wasn’t much older than Daniel. Just a boy.”

“I never thought of it, but yes. Though I don’t know if Ross was ever a boy. He was the first of my mother’s children and suffered for it.” He lifted his arm from her to scratch his cheek. “When he came back, he still didn’t get along with Pa and the two oldest, but he knew how to fight back.”

“Did they hurt him a lot?”

“Far as I can tell, the reason they first sent Ross away was that Fin and Hugh damn near killed him. Those two might be my half-brothers, but they’re meaner than a wild pig with a sore tusk.”

She twisted her back to see Nevin’s face.

“They tried to kill their little brother, so he was sent away? What happened to
them
?”

“Probably nothing.” He pulled her against him again. “Their ma treated those two like they were perfect. Mrs. Elliott, that’s Trace’s ma, said they were banned from the Rocking E because they caused so much trouble.”

“I thought all boys cause trouble.”

“Those two whipped horses for the hell of it. Ross saw it but couldn’t stop them. He told Pa, and they got a whipping. Ross got whipped, too, for telling tales.”

Amelia let the vision settle into her view of Ross.

“Your father didn’t punish them for hurting their brother, just the animals.”

“Animals are worth something. He could always have another son.”

Amelia heard a trace of bitterness in the statement. Ross was likely not the only one targeted.

“I thought my father was a brute for beating me because he couldn’t marry Prudence and me off to raise himself in society.”

“You’ve got to understand, Pa was raised to be The MacDougal. The word of the Clan Chief is law. If he says you’re banished or even killed, the Clan does it.”

Amelia saw that Nevin didn’t have the same darkness in his soul as Ross. Each of them had remembered pain. Who could grow this old and not experience bumps on the road? But Ross’s went deep. Whatever happened to him had never left.

“Is Gillis the Chief here?”

“As the oldest brother, yes.”

“He ordered Ross to marry me instead of you. Both of you obeyed, even if you wanted something different.”

Nevin moved his shoulders, resettling farther from her. “Clan rules keep everyone alive. No person, even the Chief, is worth more than keeping the Clan alive.”

“And because Gillis thought no woman would ever want Ross, you couldn’t have me.”

Nevin shuffled closer again. His cock, now between her bottom cheeks, twitched.

“Ross has changed a lot since you got here. I expect now he knows the advantage of a wife, he’d want one. And anyway, I’ve got you as well. Right where I want you. In my bed.”

She let him roll her onto her back. She ached for him to touch all the places his brown eyes travelled. Her lips. Her neck, her breasts, and more. He slid his tantalizing fingers around her breasts and over her quivering belly. She pulled her knees up and apart to make it easier for him.

He slid his fingers into her and captured her mouth with his. Blood pounded in her ears, growing louder with each thud.

“You two at it again? There’s work to be done, and daylight’s wasting.”

“Ross?” She gasped when he pulled at her toe.

“This is hard work, brother Raven,” said Nevin conversationally. “My cock’s hard, and I’m breathing like I just ran home from town.”

“Guess Amelia’s hearing isn’t as keen as yours, Bearclaw. I stomped loud enough.”

Ross hauled on her foot. Nevin released her, grinning as she slid past to the foot of the bed. Ross held her foot in the air, her bottom lifted off the bed a few inches. He tsked and shook his head as if catching her with her finger in the sugar jar.

“You wanted him in our bed, husband. What’s your complaint?”

His blue-gray eyes widened as a slow, wolfish smile grew.

“Oh, oh,” said Nevin. “You’re in for it now.” She shook as he climbed out of bed. He smacked the bottom cheek still raised off the bed.

“Ouch! Whose side are you on?” she complained.

Nevin chuckled as he stepped into pants and a shirt. “I’m the youngest brother here. Take it up with the boss.” He grabbed boots and socks and thumped down the stairs.

She clenched her fingers into the sheets, unsure what Ross would do. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but she’d never seen that look on his face. It made her pussy twitch. She felt like a maiden captured by a pirate eager to claim her. She gulped.

“You’re thinking something wicked, aren’t you, Mrs. MacDougal,” he said in a soft, deadly voice. “Something that’s made you very wet.”

She licked her lips and scrambled to get loose.

“Save that thought for tonight.” He lowered her foot to the bed. Gripping her other one, he placed the bottoms of her feet together. The wolfish smile widened more as she opened for him. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her clit.

“I want you ready for me tonight, wife.”

“Are you going to fall asleep on me again?”

He stood up. With her on the bed, he was so tall and broad. “All you had to do was ask. Keep that in mind.”

He was down the stairs before his words penetrated her mind. She sat up slowly. Had he been faking those snores? She stood up and went to wash. Did he do it on purpose so she would ask Nevin in frustration? She grumbled at the answer, obvious now.

“That man sees too much and figures things out he has no business figuring,” she declared. She put on her gray work dress and went down to face the day. She had to get through that before she’d share her bed again.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“I don’t like it that Gil still avoids Amelia,” said Ross to Nevin.

Nevin had shared the bed for a week now. He hadn’t realized how much it meant in his life to hold a woman in the night until he had one. Amelia was more than a woman. She was the wife they shared. But it wasn’t enough. Not until Gillis joined them would their life be complete.

He looked out over the herd of MacDougal cattle quietly munching in the high meadow. Wisps of white rose as the sun burned off the morning mist. Ross had the eyeglass, searching for anything amiss.