A Wild Woman: Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Page 5

  “Lane’s going to move now, fuck you like you deserve.”

  Damn straight. Taking her hips in both hands, I fucked her. I went slow and cautious at first, assuring that she was not hurting. Once she began pushing her ass back into my thrusts, I knew she was fine. More than that, needy.

  And so I gave her my all, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh filling the room.

  “Like that?” Spur asked, watching our wife get fucked for the first time.

  She nodded, licked her lips, then cried out, “Yes!”

  “Such a wild little thing, aren’t you? See my cock? The next time Lane takes you like this, you’ll suck my cock, take it between those pretty lips and swallow me down.”

  Spur’s dirty words made her pussy weep.

  My orgasm built at the base of my spine, traveled to my balls, tightened them. I couldn’t hold it off much longer. It was too powerful.

  “Time to come again, precious. I won’t come before you do. Let’s try to see if you can get off another way.”

  Taking her shoulders, Spur held her in place as I slipped my fingers through her copious wetness, then circled the tight ring of her asshole. I didn’t wait, only ensured she was very slippery, then carefully slid a finger into her.

  Her head went back, a guttural moan slipping from her lips. As I fucked her with my cock and my finger, Spur spoke to her.

  “Such a good girl. Yes, it feels good to have something in your ass. Soon it will be my cock.”

  “Shit, she liked that. She just gripped me with those tight muscles.”

  Spur stroked her hair back from her face, smiled at her.

  “So wild. So good. That’s our girl. Give over to what Lane’s doing so you can come.”

  “Spur,” she breathed.

  “Don’t you want me to have my turn?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Then come for Lane. Come with his finger in your ass. Yes,” he said when she tightened her muscles and cried out her release. Sweat bloomed across her skin as she rippled and milked my cock.

  There was nothing to stop the orgasm that came at me like a steam train. I gripped her hips tightly, thrust deep and held her in place.

  I groaned as I came, the hot, pulsing heat of my release like nothing I’d ever felt before. I shot pulse after pulse of seed deep, coating her, marking her. She was mine and just as soon as she recovered, Spur’s too.

  “Shit, that was incredible,” I said, pulling out.

  As I caught my breath, I watched my seed slip from her, tinged pink with her virgin’s blood. If I hadn’t felt the maidenhead, seen the blood, I’d think her a trained whore with her ability to wring the cum from my balls. But no, Piper was no whore. Spur and I were well versed in whores and while Piper was wild, she was innocent.

  She slumped down on the bed as Spur stood, shucked his pants.

  I moved out of the way as he settled her up onto the pillows. She hadn’t even noticed I’d taken off the shirt and now, she wasn’t even aware her one knee was bent so her pussy was visible. For the first time, both Spur and I could see the bright red hair that partially hid her pussy. Such a striking contrast to her pale skin and pink lower lips.

  I could tell by the way Spur was looking at her that he was thinking the same. I’d had my turn; it was time for his.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Piper

  “That’s what I’ve been missing?” I asked, tossing my arm up over my head. It was impossible not to grin. I felt so good. I was a little sore between my legs, but that was nothing in comparison to that… pleasure. I’d come. “I want to do that again.”

  Both men stared down at me. Lane looked well satisfied and his cock, while still hard, wasn’t an angry color any longer. Spur, though, was tense and fierce-looking.

  Pushing up on my elbow, I crooked a finger at him.

  “It’s your turn, Doctor,” I said. “I ache.”

  Lane swore beneath his breath.

  Putting one knee on the bed, Spur loomed over me, his cock aiming right for me. “You need the doctor’s attention?” he asked, his gaze raking down my body.

  I bit my lip and nodded.

  “Where do you ache? Show me.”

  I was being bold. I knew it. I should be ashamed of it, but neither man was bothered. In fact, Spur looked to be dying to get inside me. His cock was so hard that it pulsed. Fluid seeped from the tip in a steady stream.

  Bending my knees, I put my feet on the bed, spread them apart.

  Spur shook his head. “More. If you want me to take care of you, then you must show the doctor where you ache.”

  I spread my legs wider. When he just arched a brow, waiting, I spread them even more.

  “Not enough. Grab the backs of your knees and pull them toward your chest. Yes, like that. Good.”

  Grabbing a pillow, Spur stuffed it beneath my hips, elevating my bottom up. With my legs back in such a profane fashion, they could see all of me.

  “Oh, my.”

  Spur moved to settle on his knees between my spread thighs. “Does this make you ache more, or less?” His fingers slipped through my slick folds, then dipped inside me.

  I arched my back, my eyes falling closed. After Lane’s thick cock, his fingers were so precise, the feelings were more intent. Sharper. Brighter. Hotter.

  “More,” I gasped.

  “You ache more or you want more?”

  “More,” I repeated, because I did ache more and I wanted whatever he wanted to give me. I loved this playful side of him, for Spur seemed to be the serious one.

  “What about here? If I slide my coated finger in your tight little ass, is your ache worse?”

  “Fuck!” I cried as he stretched me open. There. God, I never knew it was possible or that it would feel so good.

  I heard Lane laugh when I reacted to Spur’s finger pressing against that forbidden entrance and sliding in. Easily. Perhaps too easily? Was it supposed to feel so strange and yet so amazing?

  He spanked me with his free hand and I tightened around him. “Language, my patient. What bad language you have. This ache seems to bring your naughtiness out.”

  I nodded my head, opened my eyes a little to glance up at Spur. “It does. I’m so… bad.”

  Spur glanced up at Lane. “I think she might need more spanking.”

  Lane grinned, knelt on the bed beside me and dropped his palm onto my upturned bottom. “Is this what you need? Do you need your men to take care of you? Spur’s going to take care of your ache and I’m going to tame you, bad girl.”

  Between the heated swats to my bottom and Spur’s probing fingers—he’d used his other hand to dip inside my pussy and curled his fingers in some magical way—I couldn’t hold back and I came. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried.

  Colors danced before my closed eyelids as Lane’s hand cupped my stinging flesh and Spur carefully slipped his fingers free.

  “Do you still ache?” he asked as I let go of my legs, let them fall openly to the bed.

  I could only nod.

  “Then there’s only one cure. My cock.”

  “And mine,” Lane added, almost arguing.

  “Yes, the doctor says you need a number of doses of cock, administered by a good fucking. Are you ready for your treatment, Piper?”

  I grabbed my knees again and pulled them wider apart, stared at Spur’s eager cock. “Oh, yes.”

  Leaning forward on his hand, Spur looked down at me, smiled gently, even though his body was tense with need.

  “Trust me, this won’t hurt a bit.”

  He slid in then in one long, slow, thick stroke. No, it didn’t hurt in the slightest.

  Arching my back, I took him a touch deeper. “Yes,” I breathed.

  The feel of Spur above me, in me, was different than Lane. The scent of him wasn’t the same, the feel of him in me, the way he moved, the way he touched. Different. But not any worse, or better. Just as good. Where Lane was insistent and perhaps a tad ruthless in his fucking, Spur was deliberate and focused, his eyes on me the entire time. It was as if he could see and sense what I needed by looking in my eyes, watching the way my breath caught, my skin heated, my hips shifted, and gave it to me.

  Taking one ankle, then the other, he placed them up on his shoulders. Instead of being splayed open as I had before, my thighs were pressed together, but Spur’s cock slid easily into me, the angle so different, so direct that the head of his cock nudged me deep. I couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t adjust and had to take what he gave me.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  Every time he filled me, his hips slapped into my stinging bottom where Lane had spanked me. While Spur’s fingers weren’t still deep in my bottom, the nerves there tingled and pulsed and I was so close to coming again.

  I tossed my head back and started to beg. “Please. I need it. I need more.”

  Lane tangled his fingers in my hair and tugged, turning my head so I had to look at him. His tight grip had my scalp awakening and my focus sharp on him, even while Spur continued to plunder.

  “You’ll come. Don’t worry, Spur will give it to you. He’ll give you just what you need.”

  He lowered his head then and kissed me. This wasn’t the kiss from the livery. This was wild, his tongue finding and tangling with mine. With his hand tightly holding my hair, I could do nothing but kiss him back. He swallowed my cries of pleasure, my begging, everything until the need coalesced and I came. Still he kissed me, still Spur fucked me.

  I gave over, once the pleasure eased, and relented to their control, to their fervent attentions. Only then did Lane lift his head, stroke his thumb over my tender lower lip. And only then did Spur come, thrusting deep and groaning as his seed filled me, mixing with Lane’s.

  When he pulled out and tucked me into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, I realized I didn’t ache anymore. The doctor had been right.

  ***

  “Tell me, precious, how someone like you wasn’t married by now. Surely you had a long line of suitors.”

  I was once again in Lane’s shirt. Just his shirt, and sitting on his lap. I wasn’t the least bit modest this morning. After what they did to me, how could I be? While there seemed to be a dining room large enough to seat twenty, he seemed to prefer the less formal worn kitchen table where we sat now. He was feeding me bites of ham from his fork. I could certainly feed myself, but I was enjoying Lane’s playfulness. I was ravenous for breakfast since I’d worked up quite an appetite. I fell asleep right after Spur claimed me the first time, but I remember quite well, just before dawn, when he’d fucked me from behind as we spooned. I’d cried out as loudly as the rooster out the open window and it only made Lane wake up eager for his own turn. They were like two little boys with a toy, wanting equal play time.

  I took the time to chew and swallow to think of an answer to his comment. It had prompted me to the fact that they thought I was Patricia. It seemed they knew nothing about her from the mail order bride agency, but her name. If they’d known distinguishing features, it would have been obvious from the start of my lie. My red hair was not the least similar to Patricia’s fair locks.

  “As I said, I have five older brothers. No male came within ten feet of me without one, or even two, of them chaperoning. As you can imagine, when they carried their rifles they scared them all away.”

  I felt Lane stiffen beneath me. “Did your siblings hurt you?”

  I turned to look in Lane’s eyes, shook my head. “Oh, no. It made me so mad, their ridiculous behavior, but I had to remember they were protective because they love me. But I wanted my own life. My own house. Husband. Children. I didn’t want to be trapped, on the shelf, taking care of them. I wanted a real marriage of my own.”

  “On the shelf?” Spur asked. He sat across from us, sipping his coffee, his plate empty. He’d pushed back his chair so he was leaning back on the rear legs. “You’re what, twenty-one?”

  “Twenty-two,” I corrected. “And you? Surely neither of you have lacked female attention.”

  I didn’t like to think of any of the women who they’d been with in the past. Based on their performance in bed, they hadn’t been virgins.

  “It was time to marry. We aren’t young anymore,” Lane said, insinuating it was time for a cane and a rocking chair. “As for eager women,” he shrugged. “Obviously none caught our interest. Friends of ours, the Tates, they used the same mail order bride company and they married Celia.”

  “They should be visiting sometime today. They are eager to meet you,” Spur added.

  “So because it went well with your friends, you decided to try it?” I asked.

  “Yes, and it seemed to have worked. Don’t you think?”

  This was where I should have told them about Patricia. It was the perfect segue to do so. Now that I knew them just a little, I didn’t think they’d toss me out, but they were honorable and what we’d done the night before, and this morning, they’d intended for marriage. What they did with me was for their bride, and I wasn’t that.

  Before I could say anything, Lane continued. “While people in Jasper know Slate Springs’ marriage law, technically we can’t live here and share you as we want. It might be acceptable to some, but most, no. So I’m selling the mine and moving to Slate Springs.”

  “You’ll give up your mine for me?” I asked, stunned. I climbed off his lap and leaned against the pump sink. “You… you don’t even know me.”

  One pale brow winged up. “I think we know each other quite well, don’t you?”

  I blushed at his meaning. It couldn’t be helped. Just thinking about what we did, where he had his hands, would even make a whore blush.

  “I’ve been meaning to sell it for some time. I have enough money and I’m getting old.”

  He was probably somewhere between thirty and thirty-five. Why did he keep saying he felt so old?

  “I have a buyer now… and a bride, so it’s all as I’d hoped.”

  “I’m settled in Slate Springs as the new town doctor. You and I will go up tomorrow, get settled and Lane will join us.” Spur put down his cup.

  I glanced back at Lane. “You can’t come now?”

  He shook his head. “There have been some problems at the mine.” All humor slipped from his face. In its place was a hard mask of anger and frustration. “That’s why we were late to meet you in Pueblo. Don’t worry, I’ll be soon to follow.” His gaze raked possessively over me before he continued, “I’m glad to know you’re just as eager for me.”

  I was eager for him. For both of them. I bit my lip and Lane’s eyes narrowed. “Are you eager now, precious?”

  He glanced down at his lap and I saw the dark stain on his pants. Oh, God, that was from me. I could feel my cheeks heat. “It’s your fault.” I pointed at him, then Spur. “Both of you. It keeps dripping out of me.”

  Spur’s eyes lowered to the hem of my shirt. “Yes, we filled you with our seed, didn’t we? If it comes out, don’t worry, we’ll fill you up again.”

  That wasn’t what I was worried about. In fact, I wasn’t worried at all. I felt hot all over and my inner walls clenched thinking about their cocks… again. I was needy. Lusty, even. I wanted their cocks deep inside and spurting me full.

  Lane leaned back in his chair. “If you want something from us, precious, all you have to do is ask.” He smirked. “You don’t even have to point a gun at us.”

  I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

  Spur made an almost growling sound and I assumed it had nothing to do with Lane’s gun-waving comment. Having two big, brawny men eyeing me with heat in their eyes and hard cocks in their pants was a perk of marriage I never imagined. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Yes, it made me wanton, but I didn’t care. I wanted my men and they clearly wanted me.

  There was nothing wrong with that, except for the fact I wasn’t really married to them. But that was neither here nor there when I wanted to come. The truth could wait.

  And so instead of saying what I wanted, I turned and faced the sink, bent at the waist, reached back and lifted the hem of the shirt up, exposing my bottom. Looking over my shoulder, I saw both men’s eyes squarely on my pussy. Shifting my feet, I tilted my bottom out even more. There was not one inch of me they couldn’t see.

  Spur growled again. “What a gorgeous pussy. I love those red curls.”

  “That’s a pretty sight, precious, but what do you want?” Lane’s voice dropped low and he rubbed his hand over his cock through his pants. Spur leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees to look at me even more intently.

  I licked my lips. “I want to fuck. I… I need it.”

  “Whose cock do you want?” Spur asked.

  “Both of yours.” Was my voice always so breathy? The answer was easy. I craved Lane’s demanding thrusts and Spur’s focused strokes. I liked it both ways and I wanted them to give it to me.

  Spur slowly shook his head. “We’ll both fuck you together soon enough. We’ll keep opening that little asshole of yours for us, get you prepared to be claimed completely.”

  The idea of them fucking me at the same time, one in each hole, didn’t seem as scary as it should. I should run away screaming at the possibility, but the feelings they’d elicited by their fingers there had me eager for a thick cock instead. And both of them, at the same time? It would be so intense. More of their seed dripped from me, but I had to assume it was coaxed along by my own copious arousal.

  “Until then, we’ll have to take you one at a time.”

  “Or…”

  I glanced at Lane when he only offered that one word.

  “Or Spur will fuck you while you suck my—”

  A knock at the front door interrupted Lane.

  I stood abruptly, pushed down the shirt. All of a sudden I felt bare and exposed. It was one thing for Lane and Spur to see me behave so wildly, but when the outside world interrupted, I panicked.

  Lane stood, went to the door to the hall, looked back. “Go up and get dressed, precious. That little show was just for us.”

  He shifted his cock and sighed, clearly disappointed.

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