A Wicked Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Book 3) Page 11

  I knelt down before her.

  “We need to know if you’re still shaken by Marina and Tara.”

  “I don’t want to talk about them. I want you both to make me forget,” she murmured, placing her palm on my chest, right over my heart.

  “We’ll make you forget, sweets. We’ll make you forget your own name,” Knox vowed. “But answer Jed first.”

  She shook her head against Knox’s chest, messing up her bun. “At first, I felt just like I always had when they confronted me,” she admitted. “Small and weak. Then I realized I had everything they told me I’d never have. A husband, a family. That’s why I became a schoolteacher, because that was the one job a woman could have that was respectable and not allow her to marry. If I couldn’t have a husband because of my job, then I didn’t have to feel bad about not getting one.”

  God, I wanted to be able to go back in time and just grab her and hold her. Her logic was completely ridiculous, but so were the ideas her stepsisters put in her head.

  “You were protecting yourself. Good girl,” Knox said.

  “I like being a teacher. I do, but the need for it isn’t there.” She was looking down at Knox’s arm about her waist, her fingers idly swirling over the smattering of hair on his arm below the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. “I like helping the men with their reading, but I like being your wife more.”

  “What about Marina and Tara?” I pushed, needing to have her talk out how she felt.

  “I’m free of them. When the others stepped in and you came, I felt empowered. They can annoy me, just as they would anyone else they encountered, but they can’t bother me anymore.”

  I reached out, cupped her cheek. “That’s right.”

  She pushed up her glasses, a sign she was in control once again. “Can we move onto more pleasant things?”

  “Just pleasant?” I asked, quirking a brow.

  “Delirious, then.”

  “As you wish,” Knox said, lifting her up to stand between us. I remained on one knee before her, helping my brother strip her bare.

  “I… I wondered when you were going to do this,” she said as Knox lifted her chemise up and over her head.

  She stood before us bare. I didn’t see any difference in her body from being pregnant, but we would soon.

  I reached around and cupped her bottom, let my finger slide over the seam. “Take you here?”

  Knox reached around as well and cupped her pussy. When she went up onto her toes, I knew he slipped a finger inside her. “And here?”

  She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes falling closed. She was right where we wanted her. Right where she wanted to be. Between us.

  “You had to be ready,” I said. “It’s one thing for me to take your ass, to claim that virginity, but for us to take you together, we needed to be sure you could take us both.”

  I stepped back, shucked my clothes and she looked over her shoulder at my hard cock. When Knox retreated to strip, she whimpered at the loss of our touches.

  “I admit, you’re both… big, but I can handle you.”

  A tiny little thing like her? A bluestocking with glasses? And pert breasts, a curvy ass and a pussy to die for? Hell, yes.

  “Yes, sweets. You can handle us. You can handle anything.”

  “Then you better hurry before I get too fat.”

  Knox gave her bottom a little swat. She gasped and gave him a dark look.

  “You won’t be fat. You’ll be gorgeous; your belly round, your breasts lush and full.” He stroked his hands over the places he spoke of. I watched as her eyes fell closed and she sank into his touch.

  Yes. This. I loved seeing Eve give herself to us. Not just her body, but her mind as well. For her, with her level of thinking, it was an even greater gift.

  “Now get that smart ass up in bed.” The command was softened by the laughter in his tone.

  She lay on her side, a knee bent. Her hair was half up, half loose from her bun; the tangle of curls made her look uninhibited and wild. And the glasses? Fuck. Adorable. And our baby in her belly. There wasn’t anything sexier. I could come just staring at her.

  But no. She wanted delirious and we were going to give it to her.

  Knox slid onto the bed beside her, turning her so she faced him. Cupping her nape, he pulled her in for a kiss. I grabbed the glass jar of ointment from Knox’s dresser and brought it to the bed, moved in so I was behind Eve. If I pulled her in, we’d be like two spoons. I needed the room though to touch her, to feel the softness of her back, the strength of the long line of her spine, the lush swell of her hip.

  Knox got to play with her front; her breasts, her nipples, her pussy. It was my job to prepare her ass.

  Eve had needed hardly any coaxing for ass play. It had surprised her as much as me. But we’d known her well of passion was quite deep, but for her to orgasm easily and eagerly from first my fingers, then my cock buried deep in her ass, was unexpected.

  Her enjoyment made this easier then. There would be no coaxing, no extra time to ease her mind into taking both of us. Knox and I had been the ones to hold back. Until now.

  Placing one palm on her hip, I opened her up so I could press two slick fingers against her tight rosette, coating her with the lubricant.

  Knox’s head was lowered to her breast. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but Eve’s fingers were tangled in his hair and her back arched into him. This thrust her ass against my fingers and she cried out. Her pale skin flushed beautifully and heated so her floral scent filled the air.

  “Push back, love,” I murmured in her ear.

  She did and one of my fingers slipped past her tight ring. Instinctively, she clenched down and my cock pulsed, remembering how that squeeze felt. I worked that one digit in, then out, a little at a time.

  “Another finger.”

  The second entered her with a whimper and a shiver that slid down her spine. Gooseflesh rose on her hip.

  “You’re dripping,” Knox said, just before slipping a finger inside her pussy. Her hips began to rock to the motions of being finger fucked in both her holes. I could feel his finger moving through the thin membrane that separated us and I couldn’t wait for that to be our cocks. If she was moaning and begging with just our fingers, she was going to be so much more than delirious on our cocks.

  “Please.”

  “Begging, that’s a good sign,” I said, nudging my fingers in a tiny bit more, scissoring them wide. I wanted to ensure she was slick nice and deep.

  Knox lifted his head and I nodded. Slowly, carefully, I pulled out and as Knox rolled them both so she was on top of him, I liberally coated my cock. My orgasm was already drawing my balls up and I was sure once I was all the way in her tight, hot ass, I wouldn’t be able to last.

  Hell, I barely lasted longer than a randy youth when I was fucking her pussy.

  Knox shifted her legs as he held her head and kissed her, keeping her all soft and hot. Gripping his cock at the base, he shifted her hip. She didn’t need any more coaxing than that to shift her knees so she straddled him, then rose up on them so she could position him, then lower herself. It was incredible to watch her pink pussy swallow up Knox’s cock, to watch it disappear into her body. She shifted her hips, leaned forward to take all of him. In doing so, her lush breasts swayed by Knox’s mouth and he couldn’t resist latching onto one.

  That held her still and I took the opportunity to move in behind her. Knox widened his legs so I could settle, my hips aligned with Eve’s and my cock nudged at the seam of her ass.

  I didn’t wait, but took the whimpers as a sign that she liked her nipples played with. Gripping the sides of her ass, I opened her up, confirming she was glistening and well coated with the ointment. My cock slipped over her hole, then I pressed inward, settling it perfectly in place.

  Knox must have released his hold, for she arched her back, groaning.

  “Shh, come here, sweets. Let Jed in.” He curled his hand around her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, her
body resting on his, her breasts pillowing against his chest. This angle allowed room for me and I continued to press. And press.

  “Push back your hips. Yes, like that. Good girl,” I crooned as she began to open for me, her rosebud unfurling just as we’d practiced when I’d fucked her alone. This was so much different. She was so full now, Knox’s cock embedded all the way. It felt different too. Being with her like this, having her take both of us reinforced the knowledge that she was our wife. She was the one who made our family, who held us all together. She’d be between us, protected, sheltered, pleasured forever.

  While she didn’t come up off of Knox’s chest, she lifted her head, panted. Her skin was dewy with perspiration, her curls clinging to her forehead and nape.

  “That’s it. Almost in. There.” There was no sound, but it felt like there was a pop when the head of my cock pushed past her defenses and settled just inside her.

  She groaned low and deep.

  I stilled there, letting her adjust. Her body instinctively squeezed and pulsed around me and I knew this was different for her. More.

  “Breathe, sweets. That’s it. You feel so good. In a minute, Jed’s going to fill you up. You want both of us, right?”

  She nodded and Knox kissed her. Kissed any worries right from her head.

  When I felt her body relax, felt her muscles loosen, her mind give over, I pushed in a little at a time, then back, slowly burying my cock until she took it entirely.

  Settling one hand on the bed beside her, I held myself up as I slowly pulled back. Knox nudged deeper into her. When I was almost all the way out, just the broad head caught on the ring of her opening, I switched direction, working my way back in. Knox pulled back, alternating our motions.

  “It’s… oh, I’m so full. Oh, god, it’s so much. Too much feeling.”

  Knox’s hands slid up and down her back as he crooned to her, his body and mine alternating as we slowly fucked her. I could feel his cock moving in her pussy and there was no doubt, no question this woman was ours.

  No, we were hers. We belonged to her irrevocably.

  “It’s supposed to be too much. Too good. Let go, sweets. Give over to the pleasure. To us.”

  With one harsh breath, her body tensed between us and a groan tore from her lips. Her inner walls milked and squeezed, clamped down on my cock like a vise. The way Knox hissed out his breath, I knew her pussy was rippling around him.

  Whimpers escaped her lips as she clawed Knox’s shoulders, as she rocked her hips slightly to eke out even more pleasure we were wringing from her. I couldn’t last though. No man could with a body as hot and tight and sinful as hers. Knowing she could come from us claiming her this way, that she wanted it, loved it, needed it, finished me off.

  I slid deep as I groaned, the orgasm coming from my balls and bursting from my cock in hot spurts of come. I coated her, marked her as mine as Knox called out her name as he thrust deep and followed her over.

  She’d milked not only the seed from my balls but every thought from my mind. Fortunately, when my muscles gave way, I instinctively slid from her and fell to my side. She slumped onto Knox, her head tucked beneath his chin. Little sounds escaped her throat as her body shivered and quaked from the lingering effects of her orgasm. Knox was still inside her.

  “I’m glad Marina and Tara were mean to me,” she said, her fingers idly playing with the springy hair on Knox’s chest.

  He pulled out and settled her between us. As she lay on her back and glanced at the ceiling, I came up on my elbow so I could look down at her. Knox’s hand moved over her lower belly where our baby grew and I cupped her breast.

  “Oh?” I asked.

  “It led me to both of you. I’d be the Clancy schoolteacher otherwise. Never marrying, never having children.”

  “Knox and I should thank them then instead of escorting them from town.”

  My tone was sarcastic and she rolled her eyes, her mind recovering enough from what we’d just done to her. No, with her.

  “I never would have lost my virginity,” she added.

  “Never known your nipples were so sensitive,” Knox added.

  “Or that you would come on my mouth,” I added, my mouth watering remembering her taste.

  “Or experienced two men at once.” She sighed. “I am wicked, aren’t I?”

  I leaned over her. Kissed her. Put my hand beside Knox’s on her flat belly.

  “Yes, Eve Jamison Dare. You are our wicked woman.”

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