A Wicked Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Book 3) Page 6

  One brow arched, then a little V formed in her brow.

  “Don’t think so hard. We’ll show you,” Jed said, holding out his hand.

  “We want to bed you, sweets, no question, but we want you begging for it, not treating it like a transaction at the bank.”

  I saw her cheeks flush and she looked down at the worn steps. We’d purchased the house from an older couple who moved to Golden to be closer to family. It had seen five children grow and while it was too big for Jed and me, it had been the only house available at the time. Now, it seemed fortuitous since we now had a wife. Soon, children would come.

  That thought had my cock swelling further. I had to will it down because Eve had no notion of how it should be like between us. I wanted her hot and wet, panting and literally begging for my cock. She’d only do that when she was aroused, soft and swollen after coming a few times.

  While I knew she was attracted to us, we were strangers. As a good girl, she wouldn’t just give over, no matter the passion simmering beneath that prim surface. It would take coaxing. Lots of coaxing. My cock didn’t need any, but she needed to know we found her appealing, desirable. Fuckable. She also needed to know she wasn’t just a quick tumble. If we’d wanted that, we’d have steered clear of her entirely and made our way to the Frightful Fawn, Jasper’s sole brothel.

  “Oh,” she murmured. I saw her knuckles turn white where she grasped the bannister.

  I crooked my finger and she came down a few steps so we were eye level. Reaching up, I tugged at a loose curl. “Your hair, it doesn’t like being pinned up, does it?”

  She rolled her eyes. “It’s impossible.”

  Tilting my head, I took in her clear green eyes behind her glasses, her pert nose, the hint of freckles across it, the full bottom lip that was so damn kissable. Her wild hair that fluffed about her head like a halo. Stroking her cheek with my knuckles, I took hold of her nape, found the hard press of a hairpin, pulled it free. One after another, I let them fall to the steps until she had a long mass of curls down her back.

  Jed grunted behind me. While it could have meant anything, I knew he liked the unbidden, untamed look of her with her hair down. This was the first glimpse of the real Eve, her well maintained facade lowering, one pin at a time.

  She stood as still as a statue, but I could see the thrum of her heartbeat at her neck and I couldn’t miss the quick rise and fall of her breasts as her breaths quickened.

  “I’m going to kiss you.”

  I didn’t want her panicking from my lips brushing hers. It didn’t bode well if she feared even that, so I offered her the opportunity to say no, or at least to prepare herself. It wasn’t something she’d done before an hour ago and until Jed and I accustomed her to kissing and kissing often, there was no doubt her mind would make her question herself.

  Meet, marry and bed two men within hours of meeting? It was quite the struggle to surpass for a virgin.

  When I leaned in and touched my mouth to hers, it wasn’t a startle I felt, but a shiver, a frisson of arousal. I was gentle, just the slightest of contacts, kissing from one side of her mouth to the other, learning the feel of her. When her palms settled on my chest, so small yet warm and soft, I deepened the kiss. My tongue flicked over her lower lip and she gasped. When her mouth opened, I angled my head, cupped her jaw with one hand and boldly tasted her.

  Coffee and whiskey and the subtle flavor that was just hers beneath.

  Her hands tightened on my shirt as I plundered. She wasn’t retreating. She wasn’t pushing away. No, she was melting. Before her legs gave out, I wrapped an arm about her waist, pulling her into me. Our bodies were aligned and I felt every soft inch of her. When she gasped against my mouth once more, I knew she felt every hard inch of me, especially my cock pressing against the juncture of her thighs.

  Turning, I continued to kiss her as I pressed her into the wall at the base of the stairs, one hand sliding beneath her ass to hold her up.

  I wanted to keep kissing her, but I heard Jed clear his throat.

  Pulling back—it took quite of bit of effort on my part, for I had never shared a woman before—I set Eve back on her feet, stroked a thumb over her wet, swollen lower lip. Her eyes were closed, her glasses slightly skewed, her cheeks flushed.

  Oh, yes, she wasn’t immune. Thank fuck.

  I stepped back when Jed put a hand on her hip to steady her. He looked to me and I gave him a curt nod. While he didn’t need my permission to kiss her, this was new territory for us. We shared, but never a woman. Leaning against the newel post again, I watched my brother kiss Eve. When little whimpers came from her, I had to shift my cock, forcing a hiss through my teeth. My balls ached and I wasn’t sure if I was going to last.

  Knowing she was ours and ours alone, that those little sounds, the tentative play of her lips on mine, that lush body belonged to me and Jed had me almost coming in my pants. No one else would hear those sounds, see the desire on her face, hear her come. See her body. Claiming an innocent was headier than the most skilled whore.

  She was our wife.

  Jed lifted his head and I could see them both in profile. My brother was eyeing Eve as if he wanted to gobble her right up. He was holding back; the tense line of his muscles, the ruddy color of his cheeks was obvious. Eve had her hands pressed flat against the wall behind her and she bit her lip.

  “Like kissing?” Jed asked, the corner of his mouth tipping up, softening the rough, aroused edge to his tone.

  She looked up at him through her dark lashes and those glasses and nodded.

  Fuck, those glasses. She was a prim little schoolteacher and we were getting her all nice and dirty.

  “Oh, my,” she said, her voice soft and breathy.

  “What do you want, sweets?” I asked.

  Jed stepped back so she could see us both clearly. She looked to me and I could see her gaze was a little blurry. Soft. Her mind had settled and focused just on kissing. Good.

  “I… I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

  “Do you want more kissing?” Jed asked, rubbing the tips of his fingers over his lips.

  “Yes.”

  I moved and shifted her so I could stand behind her, pressed close and slid her long curtain of hair forward and over one shoulder, exposing the long column of her neck. Leaning down, I kissed the spot behind the shell of her ear, laved it with my tongue.

  She gasped and Jed took her mouth, swallowing the erotic sound.

  We were both kissing her now, and while she stood between us, we weren’t touching her with anything but our mouths. The high neckline of her dress limited my reach, but I nuzzled and licked, nipped and laved at her exposed tender skin, felt the quick thrum of her heartbeat beneath my lips.

  She felt like silk, so soft and warm. Her scent was… lemon. Tart and sweet.

  Jed eventually lifted his head.

  “Now what do you want?” Jed breathed, his lips brushing over hers.

  “More,” she whispered.

  “More kissing or just… more?”

  “Like… like what?”

  She was leading this. There was no way we were going to scare her away. Nor were we going to let her get away. But even though she might be in charge of the pace, we would direct her where we wanted to go.

  “Our hands on you,” I replied, nipping gently at the tendon in her neck as I very gently placed my palms against the slight flare of her hips.

  I felt her body relax, wilt practically, beneath my touch. I squeezed, reassuring her, letting her know that while we were gentle, it wasn’t all we could—and would—do with her.

  And so we touched her, Jed’s hands sliding over her, stroking her arms, her hips, her belly, avoiding her breasts entirely. I knelt and stroked up and down her back, cupping her nape.

  When her head fell back, her body languid, I asked, “More?”

  “Yes.”

  Angling my head, I looked up at Jed. Instead of responding, he lifted his hands from her waist to cup
her breasts. I slid mine down her back and over the lush curve of her ass, hidden beneath the fullness of her dress. While she made a little squeak of a sound and stiffened, she quickly settled.

  “Oh, my.”

  “Imagine what it will feel like without your dress between our hands and your body,” Jed told her. His palms weighed and kneaded, cupped and stroked over her very plump breasts.

  I stood so my body was pressed against hers, my hands skirting around her hips to dip inwards to press against her pussy. The dress was in the way, but I still could feel her heat.

  “More,” she said boldly.

  Our hands came away then and I moved around to see her face, all flushed cheeks, blurry eyes and parted lips.

  “You… you stopped,” she murmured.

  “We could strip you here in the entry, but you deserve a soft bed.”

  I held out my hand and she glanced down at it, then up the stairs she so boldly climbed a little while ago. Letting out a pent-up breath, she put her palm in mine. Oh, it was so small, dainty even. I was a lumbering oaf and the feel of her reminded me I had to be careful. Leading her upstairs, I took her directly to my bedroom, Jed following.

  Once he closed the door behind him—not that anyone would be coming in—he leaned against it. She wasn’t escaping.

  Her fingers moved to the buttons at her throat, but I reached out and stilled them. “It’s your husbands’ job to do that.”

  Glancing at me, she dropped her hands back to her sides and gave me a tiny nod.

  With deft fingers—she wasn’t the first woman I undressed, but would be the last—I undid the tiny buttons down the front. Jed came behind and slid the material off her shoulders and down her arms. Beneath the blue dress, she wore a simple white corset, beneath it a thin chemise. Its straps brushed her pale shoulders.

  She fidgeted her fingers as she glanced up at me. “Is this how it’s supposed to be?”

  I ran my hand over my beard, wondered if it would be too scratchy on her dainty skin. “What do you mean?”

  Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lower lip and I stifled a groan, wanting that same action on the tip of my cock.

  “Well, I know what’s to happen. Generally,” she added quickly. Her innocent responses countered that statement otherwise. “But I didn’t think I’d feel like this. Well, feel anything at all.”

  Jed moved to sit on the side of the bed, his knees parted. “Come here, Eve.”

  With her dress about her waist, she closed the distance and Jed closed his legs, holding her in place.

  “All you’re supposed to do is feel.”

  “I think… no. I feel that you are holding back.” She glanced over her shoulder to look at me.

  “You are a virgin,” I countered. “With two husbands who you first met this morning and now you’re being undressed. You are very brave to trust us with your body. We intend to keep you, so we want to make sure you don’t run off.”

  She frowned. “Is the act itself so bad that you’re worried I’d do so?”

  Jed stroked a hand over her shoulder, slid the dainty strap of her chemise off her shoulder. His eyes followed the simple act.

  “Bad? The opposite, in fact. It’s going to be so, so good. Think you can trust us?”

  Her head turned at Jed’s words.

  “I… I don’t have much choice.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong,” he replied, releasing his hold on her legs. “You have all the choice. Why do you think we keep asking what you want?”

  She glanced between the two of us, then pushed her glasses up her nose, something I was recognizing as a nervous habit more than necessity.

  “I want—” She took a breath, then another. So, so brave. “I want it to be good. So, so good.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Eve

  I had no idea. None whatsoever. What Knox and Jed were making me feel… there were no words. Only more. No wonder the Clancy town council had been so adamant about wanton behavior. I hadn’t done anything inappropriate as my stepsisters had led them to believe, but if I’d known being with a man would make me feel like this, losing the schoolteacher role may have been worth it.

  Mr. Nevil, though, wouldn’t have made me feel this way. Yes, he was an attractive man, but he’d never made my heart race, my palms damp, my nipples tighten just by looking at him. Not once. He’d been like a brother to me and the idea of kissing him, much less doing things with him like Jed and Knox were going to share with me, was completely unappealing.

  Did I feel like this because I was wicked or because of the men I was with? Did it matter? I was not breaking any societal rules. I was well and truly married to both Knox and Jed by a man of God. He’d blessed and approved the union. Their kissing me, touching me, undressing me was allowed, accepted. Expected even.

  And yet my words still surprised me. I was bold, bolder than I’d ever been in my life. I’d let my sisters run roughshod over me for years, even drive me out of Clancy and had barely spoken up. Why hadn’t I been bold then? Why was I bold now? They were gone and I was married at my choice. I’d gotten myself into this situation and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it. Yes, I knew how to swear, but wouldn’t say them aloud.

  Jed’s legs closed about my thighs again as Knox stepped up behind me. His soft beard brushed over my shoulder as he kissed me. I felt the wet heat of his tongue flick out as if to taste me. But I couldn’t think on that because his hands came up and around—so big, so strong—and cupped my breasts. When Jed had done the same earlier, I’d been stunned. I was accustomed to the idea now, barely, but not how the action made me feel.

  “Men… um, like breasts?” I asked, my head falling back against Knox’s hard shoulder.

  Jed chuckled and Knox didn’t respond, only reached into my corset and lifted my breasts above the lace edging of the stiff garment and the chemise so the full swells were exposed. Callused palms cupped them again. I could see my nipples harden between his spread fingers.

  “We like breasts. We like your breasts,” Knox murmured, his hands seeming to play with my tender flesh.

  Jed worked the stays on my corset until it came loose, then dropped it with a soft thud to the floor. I sighed, reveling in the ability to breathe deeply again as Knox held me aloft in his palms.

  “We like seeing your nipples get hard, playing with them. Watch them turn a pretty, dark shade of pink. I bet they are very sensitive.”

  Knox was accurate. My nipples were sensitive. I never knew. I’d touched them myself when bathing, always wondered to how they hardened when the cold air touched them. But this…

  I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My whimper said it all. When Knox took them between his fingers and pinched, my eyes flew open and I stared at Jed, a cry ripping from a dark, carnal place deep inside.

  “Hurts so good, doesn’t it?” Jed’s eyes were hard, but filled with a fire I recognized as desire. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it better.”

  Knox released one nipple and held my breast so Jed could lean forward and take it in his mouth. In his mouth! He laved the tender, tingling tip with his tongue, then closed his mouth around it. Gently, he sucked. The wet heat soothed and yet incited something inside me. My skin became hot and there was this invisible, magical thread that connected my breasts to between my legs. There, there, I was achy and damp. Squeezing my thighs together, I tried to ease the need that their ministrations were building. It was like a small flame that grew and grew into a bonfire.

  My fingers tangled in Jed’s silky hair, holding him closer and pushing him away at the same time. Knox didn’t relent until Jed lifted his head and switched to tend to the other tortured nipple. Looking down, I saw his lips surround the turgid tip, watched him suckle. My other nipple was cherry red, just as Knox had said, the tip hard and erect, glistening from Jed’s mouth.

  “More?” Knox asked.

  I nodded, wobbly against his shoulder just before he pressed against my back. I couldn’t miss the thick, hard f
eel of his manhood. That was to go inside me? I was fearful of the idea, definitely skeptical, but somehow I didn’t worry any longer. I wanted it. Needed it.

  Jed worked the dress over my hips and I felt it fall around my ankles. Knox lifted the hem of my chemise, his fingers grazing up the backs of my legs, over my bottom, then over my head.

  I was naked, completely exposed to them. It was quiet, too quiet. I didn’t even hear them breathing. Opening my eyes, I saw Jed’s eyes raking over me. From his seated position, he had a direct view of me, of places no one had ever seen before, stroking his knuckles from the hollow of my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over the slight curve of my belly. I sucked in a breath when he continued downwards until he brushed over the sparse hair at the juncture of my thighs.

  He lifted his gaze to mine, pierced me with his blue gaze, dark and gray now, as if he had a storm brewing within. “Are you wet for us?”

  I felt wet between my legs but wasn’t sure if that was exactly what he meant. I was a novice, clueless and while they knew that, I didn’t want to embarrass myself by asking a silly question. When his palm cupped me, his eyes flared.

  “Dripping.”

  I was wet. I could feel it by the way his fingers slipped easily over my delicate folds.

  “Let me feel,” Knox replied, his voice a dark rumble. Instead of his hand joining Jed’s as I’d expected, he reached me from behind. Jed’s hand moved to make room for Knox and they touched me together.

  I went up on my toes at the hot, shocking feel of their touch and I gripped Jed’s shoulders for balance. Fingers slipped over and around my entrance, never sliding in, over my folds, circling a place that made me gasp, made me arch my back as my blood heated. My mind narrowed to only their touches. Nothing else. There was nothing beyond the circle of their arms, the feel of Knox at my back, the press of Jed’s thighs against my legs, their fingers doing delicious things to me.

  Jed lifted his hand and through a blurry gaze, I saw his fingers were shiny and slick with my wetness. When he slipped those digits between his lips and licked them, sucked them clean, Knox slid a finger into me.