Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (38 page)

Sam choked. He shot Max a look of astonishment. “You’re right. They got aroused by beating us.” He thunked his head against the wall. “They were as bad as Rivers and Smythe.”

“No,” replied Max hoarsely. “I thought the same at first, but no. Father wanted easy money. If they didn’t get so much pleasure from beating us, they could have sold us to someone far worse. We’ve got harsh memories and scars, but none of us were raped, like happened to the children sold by those flesh peddlers.”

The four of them went silent and still. They’d stopped Isaac and Smythe, but how many other wealthy men would continue to indulge their depravity, just because they could?

“I really wish Ross could have an hour with Hames,” mused Josh. “Even ten minutes. A slow gelding would do wonders to make women such as Tess a lot happier.”

Tonight Max didn’t think every man deserved a fair trial. He wanted to string Hames up. “I’d like to have a few minutes with him myself.”

“I’d rather nibble on Sophie’s pussy,” replied Sam.

His fingers slid over her belly and between her legs. Josh grabbed Sam’s hand and slapped it back on his own thigh. Sam pouted, then gave Sophie a wink. She blushed in return, then cleared her throat.

“What happened to them?” she asked.

Josh snorted a laugh. “Someone even more vicious completed the cycle.”

Max felt his long-term tension ease now that the worst was over. Sophie knew about their past, and still accepted them. She’d marry Josh instead of him, but as long as she was in their life, he’d accept darn near anything. What they had at this moment was more than he’d thought possible.

“It was in the spring,” he said. “We’d been gone a week or so rounding up and branding cattle. We didn’t want to head home, so we spent an extra night under the stars.”

“If we’d come right home, we’d be dead,” added Sam. He puffed his chest out like a banty rooster. “If you remember, it was my idea to sleep out instead of heading back.”

“And when we did,” said Max quietly, “we found our mother and father lying in the dirt in front of the cabin.”

He remembered with perfect clarity his mother’s naked body, the blood, how his father had been hamstrung so he couldn’t walk, so had dragged himself closer to her. The brutes would have enjoyed making the husband watch as they destroyed his woman. He’d been surprised his father had cared that much about her.

He still felt little emotion at finding them tortured and slaughtered. They’d likely done the same to the couple who started the ranch, and had received a just ending.

“What did you do?”

“If Max had listened to me, we would have locked the bastards inside and burned the damn thing down,” complained Sam.

“And that would have brought us down to their level,” replied Max, answering the long-standing complaint. “So we hunted them down and brought them to justice. And that got us jobs with the Pinkerton Agency, and a chance at a decent future.”

“A future with Sophie Gibson,” said Josh. “You still want us, now that you know our past? We don’t have a good example of a father to follow.”

Max held his breath as Sophie looked each of them in the eye. He saw kindness, respect, and a touch of something unfamiliar. It wrenched his heart. Was that love he saw in her eyes? He frowned, rubbing his chest. She’d had a loving father and mother. Her parents had taught her how to love. Maybe she could teach them.

“You’re all good, kind, men,” she said. “I think you’ll be wonderful fathers.”

They sat there quietly for a moment, allowing the past to fade into insignificance. Then she caught his glance and lowered her eyes seductively. He realized she was thinking of the process of getting her in the family way when her nipples crinkled. His cock hardened in response. So, he noted, did his brothers’.

“Hames locked up?” she asked lightly. She yawned, covering her mouth a moment too late.

Max imagined those soft lips closing over his cock. Her mouth sucking him in. He held back a groan of need.

“Yep, work’s all done for the night,” replied Sam. He leaned forward to see Sophie better. “Now it’s time to play.”

Max cleared his throat. “How does this work?

“You sit in the chair and watch while we play with our woman,” replied Sam. He kissed Sophie’s forehead. She sighed, a soft, contented sound that melted Max’s heart as it hardened his cock.

“Not on your life,” replied Max.

Josh gently tugged the covers until Sophie’s breasts were free. He set his hand possessively on one. Sam leaned over and took the other nipple in his mouth.

“Hmm,” she murmured. “I like that.” She leaned back to give them more room.

Max looked around to see where he could fit. He’d set the lamp on the corner table where it lit the room well. There was a cup on the table by the bed.

“Lard,” said Josh before Max could ask. Josh patted Sophie’s bottom meaningfully and winked.

Max had thought his cock could not get harder. He was wrong. Josh, and hopefully Sophie, were prepared for him to finally do what he’d been dreaming of since he first saw her. If she was willing, he’d be sinking his cock deep in her ass. He rubbed his thumb over his dark tip, catching the drop about to fall.

Sophie watched him touch himself. She curled her finger in invitation. The lamp highlighted her voluptuous curves. One of her breasts was covered with Josh’s hand, the other by Sam’s mouth. She smiled like a vixen and opened her legs.

He inhaled. Her scent filled his nostrils. He slid down and kissed her thigh. Her skin was so soft. So different. So welcoming. He exhaled a groan and spread her legs wider. Her thighs glistened, proving her arousal. He wasted no more time.

Her taste shot right to his brain, lodging there. He’d be able to follow that scent and find her with his eyes closed. His woman, to share with his brothers.

Sophie moaned when he tongued her pussy. Josh shifted, shoving Sam over to make more room. Max settled between her legs. She was so wet and eager, moaning her encouragement, that he wouldn’t last long.

“Sam, get on your back,” ordered Josh. He grabbed a fistful of Sophie’s hair. He tugged, but not too hard. Max watched Sophie for signs of pain or worry. She seemed to love the way Josh treated her. It wasn’t his way, but if Sophie liked it, he’d go along.

“Sophie’s going to ride you, Sam.” Josh kissed her, just a brief peck. “Aren’t you, baby? And then Max is going to grease you up. He’s going to stretch you while you rub your clit against Sam. And when you’re so hot you’re about to explode, Max is going to slide his cock in your ass.”

Pre-cum leaked from his cock at Josh’s words. Sam shifted to the center of the bed. It didn’t have ropes, just a thick mattress on boards. That meant he could lie flat rather than being bowed. His long cock stood up like a ship’s mast.

Sophie, with Josh’s hand steadying her, stood above Sam. She waited, one foot either side of his hips, while he admired her. She went to her knees, bending forward to brush her breasts against Sam’s mouth.

Her plump ass cheeks beckoned to Max like a beacon. Sam’s cock rested in the cleft between her cheeks. She teased him, rubbing back and forth a few times. Sam took his cock in hand and set the tip into her. He took her hips and guided her down. Then he took her shoulders and tugged her forward for a kiss. It opened her cheeks and exposed her little asshole.

Max had to have her. Had to take that part of her for himself. Sam was balls-deep into her pussy. Josh, he realized when he looked up, had his head back, eyes closed, as Sophie licked him.

He reached for the cup of lard and set to work. He got his right hand all greased up and pressed one finger against her hole. It slid right in. He kept up the steady pressure, marveling at how tight she clenched him, until he was as deep as he could go.

Sophie was grinding her clit against Sam, both of them grunting. He pulled back and added a second finger, letting her push against him. She was gasping by the time he could easily pulse and turn all four fingers.

His heart pounded as he greased up his hot cock. He felt a fierce sense of possession. When he entered her ass, the first to do so, she would forever be his. He was the oldest, the most responsible, but he wouldn’t be the one standing in front of the judge with her. But though she would marry Josh, she would belong to all of them. In return, they’d cherish her for the rest of their lives.

She was gasping, pounding herself back onto Sam’s cock like the piston of a train driving a wheel. From the side he could see her chest was all flushed, as was her face. She had her eyes jammed shut. Josh knelt, his cock leaking as he worked her breasts. He gave Max a nod. Sam must have seen it as well as he held Sophie still. Her swollen pussy was high, the tip of Sam’s cock barely inside.

“Take her now,” ordered Josh.

Max knelt between Sam’s bent knees. He set the head of his greased cock on her stretched asshole and pressed in. She hissed and clamped down.

“Let Max in.” Josh’s voice was harsh.

Max pressed forward, but she didn’t relax. He barely saw Josh’s hand move before a loud smack of palm on ass startled the room. Sophie squealed, unable to jerk away as Sam held her too tight. But the surprise made her release and Max’s cock slid in past her tight ring.

“You’re so tight.” He slowly pulsed forward, watching her ass turn pink from Josh’s single spank. Her channel was so tight and hot, the pleasure was unbelievable.

“That’s it,” murmured Josh. “Take my big brother deep into your ass. I want to see you take my brothers’ two cocks at the same time. I want you to fuck them both, Sophie. Fuck them hard.”

Max would never say anything like that to a woman. But the crude words, instead of upsetting Sophie, seemed to make her hotter. She tossed her hair like an eager mare.

“One cock in your pussy and one in your ass. You like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, grinding down. She was so close she was almost sobbing.

Josh spanked her other cheek. Max pulled back. Josh shook his head, motioning for him to keep going.

“Yes, what?” demanded Josh harshly.

“Yes, sir!”

Again, the spank made her relax, so much that Max’s hips finally touched her ass. His cock was deep inside her. Every inch of him was caught by her tight ass. He panted as if he’d run a mile instead of sending his eight inches into her tight passage. After a moment he slowly pulled back. Sam’s hands, snug around Sophie’s waist, tugged her down to sit on him. She groaned, deep and needy.

“That’s it, baby,” murmured Josh. “Take my brothers, one and then the other. You want that, don’t you?”

She nodded, panting in concentration. Josh tenderly kissed her head. He moved to the side as Max and Sam learned the rhythm. It was so erotic to see his cock sink into her ass, then pull out as she sank onto Sam. Josh’s hand slid to her belly. She threw back her head and shivered, clamping down.

Max’s balls tightened, needing to release. It had only been a few days since he’d come inside her, but it felt like forever.

“You’d better come soon, my dear, because I’m not going to last.” Max managed to gasp the words out while fighting to keep from coming.

Josh put his free hand on Sophie’s breast. Max was fighting too hard not to come to know what he did. Suddenly, as he was halfway in, she gasped, threw back her head, and screamed. Her orgasm caught all of them in its path. She held his cock so tight that Max couldn’t move. He needed friction but was not going to do anything until she felt as much pleasure as possible.

The pressure eased as her orgasm faded. She moaned. Sam growled and pulled her down. Max took the cue and sped up in counterpoint. One and then the other filling her, sliding past each other in a bizarre, erotic dance. Max held on, though his balls threatened to explode like a bomb if they couldn’t release.

Then Sam roared, lifting and slamming Sophie onto his cock. She peaked again as Sam’s orgasm faded. Max took over. He held her hips and shoved into her, pounding deep inside her tight ass. Once, twice, and then his world erupted.

Lights flashed behind his closed eyes as he filled her with his seed. Again, and again, he poured himself into her. She shuddered and clamped him again, taking another orgasm as her right.

Max finally pulled out. Barely able to breathe, much less move, he almost fell off the bed. He found his feet and staggered back. Josh, face tight in a grimace, lifted Sophie from Sam. He set her on her knees and placed the tip of his cock in her anus. He was thick, but he slowly entered her newly stretched ass. He reached around under her, between her legs. Max realized he’d found her clit when she shivered and moaned.

Josh growled, grabbed her hips, and took over. He was like a madman, roaring and bellowing as he took his release. She joined him, screaming again. Josh finally fell sideways, still impaling Sophie, and held her tight to his chest.

Max cleaned up and staggered back to bed. He held Sophie while Josh took care of her, then fell asleep with her bottom snug against his semihard cock. Where the other two slept he didn’t care. He had his woman and nothing would ever be the same.

“I don’t know nothin’,” said Willy as they strode down the street in cold morning.

Sam sighed. He pushed himself to keep up to Max and the boy. Whatever was happening in the jail better make up for hauling him out of a warm bed with a willing woman. Willy had banged on their door far too early to say they were needed at the jail. One shared look and Sam had agreed with Max to leave Josh with Sophie.