Claim Me Hard (Bridgewater County Book 2) Page 7

  I clamped my lips together. No way was I going to admit that I was reliving the feel of his tongue on my clit. This was supposed to be a one-night deal. I shouldn’t be encouraging this any longer, but he seemed to be able to read my mind. His suspicions were confirmed when he slid his hand down my belly and over my pussy. He groaned and so did I, his eyes meeting mine. “Someone woke up nice and horny for me, didn’t she?”

  I bit my lip. I could try to deny, but what would be the point? He could feel how wet I was and I was growing wetter by the second as his fingers slid between my folds, stroking my clit. Ah hell, who was I trying to fool? I gave him a short nod, shifting so I could move up onto my knees and give her better access.

  His smirk was irritating and sexy at the same time. “Say it, darlin’.”

  “I’m horny.” There, I said it.

  He slid one finger inside me and I arched my hips instinctively. With his free hand, he took the mug from me before I could spill it all over myself. I only heard as he set it on the bedside table since my eyes had fallen closed, my hips rocking into the gentle slide of his finger.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said, his lips next to my ear.

  I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. This was supposed to be over. It was day two of a one-night stand. I was already breaking my own rules.

  He slid a second finger inside and I gasped. I was going to come, just from the way he was curling his very dextrous digits. Why would I want to argue with him now?

  “Tell me,” he growled.

  “I want to ride you.” I was sure my cheeks were flaming red because I’d said such an illicit thing aloud, but his murmur of approval erased any embarrassment.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he tugged down his pants enough to free his cock and quickly rolled on the condom. Then he shifted me, pulling me over his lap. He was sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor and I was facing him, straddling his hips…and his cock. “You want to sit on this?”

  He was teasing me, the corner of his mouth turned up in that wry smile of his. He easily held me over that hard, long cock so I was close but couldn’t take him inside me. My inner walls clenched with anticipation.

  “Yes,” I whispered. When he still didn’t relinquish his hold on my hips, I met his gaze. “Please.”

  “Good girl,” he said again. “I love it when you tell me what you want.” He released his grip on me and I eased down, his thick cock stretching my pussy as I took him inside me, shimmying my hips to get him to fit.

  Oh god, he felt good. But there was one thing missing. “Where’s Declan?”

  “Right here, sweetheart.” I heard his voice at the doorway. “I see you two got started without me.”

  I lifted my hips and sank down again, loving Cole’s hiss of approval. I saw Declan’s hands sliding around my waist from behind and come up to cup my breasts, to tug at my nipples.

  This. This was what I’d wanted. To be surrounded by my men.

  Not mine, I reminded myself.

  “It’s time for this, sweetheart.”

  Declan’s hands moved away and he picked up something and held it in front of me. Cole stilled deep inside and I blinked. It was a bright pink butt plug. I’d never seen one in real life, but I knew what it was.

  “Um—”

  Declan moved it out of my line of sight and I heard the familiar sound of a flip lid opening.

  “He won’t hurt you,” Cole promised, cupping my chin. “You want to take both your men together someday, don’t you?”

  My mouth fell open to tell them that that they weren’t mine, that this was just a one night thing with one more quickie, but I felt the cool, hard tip of the plug pressing against me. There.

  “Declan!” I cried as Cole lay back on the bed, took my hand and pulled me down with him, remaining deep inside. His hand cupped my jaw again as he kissed me. It wasn’t chaste, his tongue tangling with mine as his hips lifted and lowered in small increments, keeping me eager.

  “Just my finger, sweetheart,” Declan murmured, circling ever so softly.

  It was his finger, not the plug and while it had surprised me, it felt good. God, did it. Nerves I didn’t even know I had sizzled to life just from the lightest touch. When I saw the plug, I’d thought he was just going to jam it in, but I was wrong.

  I lifted my head to take deep breaths. The feeling was intense and new and with Cole inside me, I’d never needed to come so quickly before. Cole was watching me carefully, one hand sliding down my side to my hip, the other moved between us to brush over my clit.

  “Oh!” I cried. They were being so damn gentle. No rough play, no demands, just the slightest coaxing and persuasion. How could I tell Declan no when it felt so good?

  “Like that?” Declan asked, leaning in and whispering in my ear. “Do you know how gorgeous you are riding Cole’s cock? Your nipples are all hard, and your clit—”

  “It’s all swollen and hard,” Cole added. “She’s squeezing me like a vice. It’s time to come for your men, darlin’.”

  “Okay,” I said, because I was going to do just that. I wasn’t going to hold off on the most incredible orgasm ever just because Declan was touching my virgin bottom hole.

  Putting my hands on Cole’s chest, I arched my back and came on a sharp cry. Cole continued to play with my clit. I began to ride his cock again, using him to stroke every amazing spot inside me. Declan’s finger pressed more firmly, then slid into me, stretching me open. It was a sharp bite of sensation and my eyes flew open, my head lifting to the ceiling. My hair slipped down my back as I came again. Cole was in my pussy, Declan’s finger in my ass giving me a taste of what it would be like if they took me together.

  They talked to me as I came, but I had no idea what they were saying. I was too lost, too immersed in pleasure to even understand. I just knew that they were there, surrounding me, protecting me, keeping me safe as I let go.

  I felt Declan’s finger slip from me and I opened my eyes, saw Cole watching me with that little lip curve. When I realized my fingers were like talons in his powerful shoulders, I relaxed my grip, whispered a quick, “Sorry.”

  “You can leave all the marks you want on me. I’m not going to forget how I got them, that’s for sure.”

  Something cold and hard returned to my bottom. This time I knew it was the plug. “Ready?” he asked.

  His hand slid down my back and settled on my bottom, parting me. Looking over my shoulder, I met Declan’s gaze. He was waiting for me to say yes, to give him permission. He was very smart, getting me to come from just his finger there, for I couldn’t deny that I liked ass play. I’d never come so hard in my life when he was touching me like that. I could tell him no just because it was a little horrifying to admit to liking something so dirty, but we were a little past that now. If many of the women in Bridgewater had two husbands, ass play probably wasn’t all that unusual. I was the odd one out.

  I nodded and he carefully worked the plug into me. Cole’s hands came up to cup my breasts, distracting me from the increasing stretch, and I turned my head back.

  “Once that plug is in, I’m going to fuck you. You soaked my cock as you came and I’m dying here. Hurry, Dec.”

  I breathed out as he pushed forward, pulled back. I’d seen the plug, it wasn’t big, but it felt huge. I winced at the slight burn, then I felt the little “pop” as it slid into place.

  “Good girl,” Cole said, then flipped me onto my back and I gasped as the plug pressed inward. “Hold on, darlin’. It’s my turn to take you for a ride.”

  I did as he said, curling my legs around his waist as he began to fuck me. There wasn’t any other word for it. He wasn’t gentle any longer, his need to come was powerful. He felt different than the night before, the plug making it so snug, so much better having both places filled.

  The angle of his thrusts made him rub against my clit, which was already sensitive from coming. There wasn’t any way not to come again, for my senses
were overloaded. Overwhelmed. I milked him as I cried out his name, trying to pull him in deeper still.

  He didn’t last, coming on a harsh groan.

  “I can’t wait until we can take you together, sweetheart. This waiting is killing me.”

  Declan’s voice stirred me and his arm banded about my waist, scooping me up off Cole’s cock to stand right in front of him at the side of the bed. I felt Declan’s clothes along my back. Cole sat up and brushed a thumb idly over my nipple, then stood and went into the bathroom, most likely taking care of the condom.

  “Bend over,” Declan said, his hand at the center of my back pushing me forward, my hands resting on the bed.

  I heard him open his pants, the sound of a condom wrapper opening. I didn’t move. “I love the sight of you like this. Bent over and waiting for my cock, pussy all used by Cole and ready for me, the plug in your ass.”

  God, I wasn’t embarrassed by his talk. No, I was aroused and I shifted my hips because I was eager. “Hurry,” I whispered, needing him, too. I’d come twice, but I wasn’t done. I wanted both of them.

  Declan stepped up right behind me and slid right in. While the fit was tight with the plug, I was so wet, and as he’d said, ready.

  We fucked hard and fast, and he was different than Cole. He moved with a wild abandon while Cole took me with focused precision. They both knew exactly how to make me come, as if they’d been given a manual. Perhaps it was having to watch and wait, but Declan came quickly, but only after he’d used his fingers on my clit to get me off again. He’s said, “Ladies first,” before making me cry out and clamp down on him and the plug as I came. I slumped on the bed as Cole removed the plug, used a warm washcloth on me as Declan went into the bathroom.

  “I worked up an appetite,” Cole said, giving my bottom a playful swat. “Get dressed, darlin’. I hear your stomach rumbling.”

  They left the room and I got dressed, minus my panties, which Declan had somewhere. My muscles felt like pulled taffy and I couldn’t help the goofy smile on my face. I’d been well and truly fucked. Not once, not twice, but hell, I couldn’t keep track of how many times. And, it wasn’t just simple missionary sex. Oh no. We’d gone so far beyond that, I had a feeling we’d done things illegal in several states. I was a little sore, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t forgetting the night—and morning—anytime soon.

  I headed downstairs to discover that Declan had made breakfast for us. While I knew it was time to go back to my apartment, I was hungry and I didn’t want to be an ungrateful guest. And what kind of men were they? Nice, attentive, very skilled, had very large cocks, cooked? There had to be something wrong with them.

  As I ate the scrambled eggs, bacon and toast on my plate, I tried to figure out what it was. Once I finished and they were both watching me with satisfied grins, I stood up. As much as I didn’t want this to end, my pussy needed a little break and I needed to move on. The night, and morning, of fun was over. I had to let these two go, now, when it was still easy. Well, easier.

  “Um, well, I probably should get back to my apartment, so thanks for the—”

  Of course they didn’t let me go that easily.

  Declan took me by the hand. “Thanks? I’m not even going to respond to that, sweetheart.” He was quiet as I realized I did sound a little bit insulting. But it had been a one night fling. “You don’t have to be at the diner until later today, right?”

  I nodded. There was no use lying, they knew my schedule as well as I did.

  “Then there’s something I want to show you.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  COLE

  It was Dec’s idea to take our woman up to the cabin. And she was our woman. Last night had done away with any remaining doubts we might have had. While I would have said it was when I slid into her wet heat and felt her pussy squeeze and clench around me, her body adjusting to my claiming, then Dec’s, but really, she became ours the second she slipped to her knees, taking us first in hand, then into her mouth.

  No, she’d become ours the second we first saw her.

  Hannah was the one for us, plain and simple. I thought we’d done a damn fine job of proving it to her, but she’d been ready to do the walk of shame in the middle of the night. I could feel my lips twitching up in a grin at the look on her face when I’d licked that sweet pussy of hers. We’d shown her how it would be and why she should want to stay, naked and between us. But the fact that she’d tried to sneak out of our bed, that she was ready to just say thanks and go home, those were not good signs. Clearly, she still thought of us as a fling and last night was a one-night deal in her mind. That it had just been a wild time. Even after we started to train her ass, told her we’d take her together when she was ready.

  I saw nothing wrong with a woman having a fun night in the sack. If she wanted to fuck and suck her way through several orgasms, more power to her. But Hannah wasn’t the love-em-and-leave-em type. Not with us. Not with anyone. If she just wanted a night, we’d be the men to give it to her, but she didn’t just want that. No, she wanted it all, deep down, beneath all her worries, society rules and other issues we had no idea about. We just had to show her how good it could be. With us. I thought we’d done that, but it appeared not well enough.

  Dec and I had our work cut out for us trying to prove her wrong. We’d known she was skittish from the start—clearly she was trying to keep her past from us, but I had no idea why. Dec was the cop. He was the one who could dig it out of her, and if not, from the computer. This wasn’t going to be easy…but it would sure as hell be fun.

  “Where are we going?” Hannah asked. She was nestled between us once again in the truck. We’d stopped by her apartment briefly so she could get a change of clothes on our way out of town. While I loved her in her black dress, she needed jeans and sturdy shoes for the backcountry.

  “Dec’s family has a cabin about an hour out,” I told her. “Since you have no car, you don’t get out of town to see anything but the few blocks of Main Street. We thought it might be nice to show you some of what Montana’s really like.”

  Dec glanced over at me with a grin. I knew that look. He was happy. So was I. Hell, we still had Hannah between us and we had our clothes on. She wasn’t just a quick lay. No, we liked her any way we could get her.

  We weren’t even trying to hide the fact that we were trying to sell her on Bridgewater. We were like oily used car salesmen trying to make a commission. But the town practically sold itself, as long as one was into the small-town scene. The surrounding mountains didn’t hurt either. They were the main draw for the people who lived here. Especially this time of year when the grasses were a bright green and the wildflowers blanketed the meadows. There was so much to do and we wanted to do all of it with Hannah.

  “Cara and her husbands will be there,” Dec said. “She texted me that they’d spent the night, so you’ll have chaperones.” Maybe he was trying to put her at ease instead of thinking we might be kidnapping her. Sure enough, she seemed to relax a bit in her seat with that information.

  “After last night, aren’t we a little late for chaperones?” she asked, amusement tugging the corners of her mouth.

  When we pulled up in front of the familiar rugged house—I spent as much time as Dec had at the MacDonalds’ place ever since we grew up together—and the smell of the grill had all three of us heading toward the back porch that overlooked the small lake.

  Cara’s face lit up when she saw us. As Dec and I went over to help Tyler and Mike at the grill, she came bounding over and wrapped Hannah in a hug. We watched them talk and laugh. I was glad she liked Cara. Hell, it seemed she liked everyone she met at the diner. The only people she struggled with was us. Of course, no one else had been trying to claim her either.

  “She looks like she belongs here,” Mike said, handing us each a can of soda. It was just before noon, not quite time for beers. “Hell, she belongs with you. Based on the looks on your faces, you had a good night together.”

  “That�
�s what we think, too,” Declan said, not commenting on how good our night really was. “She’s the only one who hasn’t figured it out yet.”

  “Give her time,” Tyler said, coming over and slapping my shoulder. “You know it’s always harder for outsiders to accept this way of life than those of us who were born into it. Didn’t she just learn about it yesterday?”

  Dec and I nodded and I realized I was not a patient man. When the women joined us, I took Hannah by the hand and Dec grasped the other. Hannah blushed but she didn’t try to pull away. It was small, but it was a start.

  Dec tugged her toward the steps that led from the deck down to the grass. “Before we eat lunch, I was thinking we could show Hannah around the area a bit.”

  He looked from me to Hannah and she nodded eagerly. “I’d like that.”

  The three of us set off toward the path that wound around the lake, but stopped at the cabin’s dock. The MacDonalds kept kayaks, but they were stored in a small shed until needed. The spot had the most striking view of the mountain peaks, almost purple colored in the sunlight, snow capping the highest peaks.

  Hannah stopped and took it all in.

  “Not what you see in California?” I asked.

  She laughed. “Hardly. It’s incredible. So peaceful.”

  A raptor swooped down over the water and she pointed to it as it arced back toward the trees. “So what do you guys do when you come up here?” she asked.

  “Well that depends,” Dec said, wrapping his arm about her waist, holding her close as we continued to just look. If we weren’t having lunch soon, I’d have brought down some chairs to sit in and relax. “During the winter, we go cross country skiing and snowshoeing.”

  She turned to me. “And during the summer?”

  I shrugged. “Anything you want. Kayaking, fishing, hiking—”

  “Shooting,” Declan finished.

  I glanced at him over Hannah’s head, knowing he’d said that for a reason.

  “We do target practice out in the woods,” he continued. “For fun. I could show you how to shoot if you’d like. I showed Cole.”