A Contract Bride's Triple Surprise (19 page)

She quivered, remembering how Ross had woken her with his tongue. She moaned when he rubbed her nipple.

“We’re working up the hill today. We’d enjoy a mid-afternoon break from a pretty woman, especially if she’s naked.”

“Outside?” She squeaked the word.

“That’s the way Mother Nature intended.”

One more squeeze and he released her. She stepped back and leaned her bottom against the table. Ross entered the kitchen, leaving her hot, bothered, and terribly flustered.

Take off her clothing outside?

A flash of heat rose from between her thighs, shooting past her swollen breasts to her forehead. There was no way she was going into that kitchen until the only male in the room was Tillie’s baby son, Peter.

She might as well get things together for the laundry. She left the pile of neatly folded cloths on the table. She gracefully descended the few stairs and crossed the yard. Tillie had shown her the huge, black washing kettle. They’d filled it with the men’s dirty clothing and let the rain soak them overnight. The two Indian women could read the weather signs and insisted today would be sunny.

* * * *

Hours later, Amelia grunted as she poured out the last kettle of wash water. Clean socks, shirts, and pants hung over every possible surface around the yard. The way the sun beat down, at least the socks and shirts would be dry by evening. She’d grabbed breakfast and dinner on the fly, avoiding the men as they came in to eat. She hadn’t missed the hot looks from both Ross and Nevin, however. She felt their eyes on her bottom while she bent over the kettle. They passed as she stirred the clothes with a thick stick.

A quiet walk up to the creek would be refreshing. She could take off her boots and dip her feet into the water. If no one was around, perhaps she could take a quick dip. Considering how cold the water was, it would have to be quick. Though it was late May, there was still lots of snow melting from the mountains surrounding the valley.

She walked uphill toward the regular sound of a saw cutting through a log. This time, Nevin was the one uphill and Ross pulled the blade down to create wide pine boards from thick trees. During the rain, they’d checked the cattle as well as other ranch work that she didn’t yet understand. Perhaps once she understood all the women’s work, she would learn about the men’s. That might be a while, though, considering everything that Auntie and Tillie did.

The caw of a raven announced her presence though she was going to wait until they finished before interrupting them. They didn’t stop, however, keeping the rhythm going until they ran out of log.

Ross stood up and stretched out his back. He and Nevin windmilled their arms and rotated their shoulders. Muscles rippled over their beautiful brown skin.

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” Nevin tilted his head toward Amelia while looking at Ross.

“You here to watch us work or for something else?” Ross shook his head before scratching it briskly with both hands. Sawdust and wood chips fell out. Only then did he turn to her.

She clasped her hands behind her back. “I thought I might dip my feet in the creek.”

Nevin snorted a laugh. “I was hoping I’d be the one doing the dipping.”

She didn’t understand what he meant until he shook out a leg and adjusted himself. The heat from washing clothes was nothing compared to the jolt that hit her pussy.

“She’s blushing, Nev. That means she’s hot.” He turned and began walking toward her. “You hot, wife? I think a dip in the creek is a good idea.”

He reached her and pulled her into his arms. His sweaty chest pressed against her perspiration-soaked dress. He smelled like a man who started out clean and worked hard all day. Her nostrils flared as his musky scent enveloped her along with his arms.

She licked a drop of sweat from his nipple. He groaned. He dropped his hands to her bottom and began pulling up fabric. She tried to pull away as the breeze touched the backs of her knees, but he held tight and kept lifting. In a moment, the sun’s rays touched her bare bottom.

“That’s one fine ass,” groaned Nevin from behind her.

Ross walked his fingers over her bottom, pulling her cheeks apart. He slid a finger between her pussy lips from behind. She clenched, moaning her need.

“That’s it,” choked Ross.

He lifted her by the waist and carried her uphill to the narrow log supporting the one they’d just cut. It reached her hips. Nevin tossed him a shirt, which he placed over the wood. The top surface was flat. Ross stood behind her, massaging her back cheeks.

“Tell me to stop, Amy. Tell me now or have both of us.”

Nevin faced her, rubbing his hard cock through his pants. The way he stared at her, as if he would die unless he saw Ross take her, sent a shiver of heat through her. Staring back at Nevin, she lifted her hands and began unbuttoning her damp dress. Ross, standing behind her, didn’t move, but his breathing roughened.

Nevin’s eyes followed her hands, mesmerizing her. She kept the fabric edges closed until she reached the last one at her hips. She held her lapels and opened her dress, revealing her breasts to the sunlight for the first time. Ross moaned and held them from behind, massaging them with his callused skin. She arched her back, thrusting into his hands. Her dress fell to the ground.

She dropped her right hand to her curls and parted them. Every movement she made increased the heat in Nevin’s eyes. He licked his lips, eyes flicking from her breasts to her fingers busy in her pussy.

“Damn!” he muttered. He opened his pants and drew out his cock. The sun caught the drop on the tip, making it sparkle. Better than gold. She licked her lips and circled her clit.

“She’s wet, Nev,” whispered Ross hoarsely.

“Amelia?”

The word was both question and plea. She nodded.

Nevin knelt in front of her. She opened her legs. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and moaned. He tentatively touched her clit with his finger. She tilted her pelvis forward, bending her knees to open herself up. His first touch was light, almost a tickle. She pressed her hips forward. He took her offer and kissed her pussy, inhaling deeply.

Ross turned her to face the log and pressed her feet apart. Big hands grasped her hips and lifted. Ross sighed as he slid into her pussy. Nevin, still kneeling, groaned. Ross’s fullness stretched her, straining her senses to overload. Nevin stared at the place where she and Ross joined, the hand on his cock keeping rhythm with Ross’s slow thrusts.

“Watch Nev,” ordered Ross in a rasping whisper. “See how much he wants to fuck you. Hard and fast, Amy. That’s what fucking as lovemaking is. He wants his cock to be deep inside you, like this.”

She moaned as his balls slapped against her clit, tantalizing her.

“Nev wants to suck your clit to make you come.”

She gasped and clenched at the thought. She loved Ross’s tongue and his cock. But to have both at once!

“She wants it, Nev,” gasped Ross. Nevin’s eyes opened wide. “Don’t you, Amy. Nod if you want my brother to lick and suck your clit while I fuck you. Do you want it?”

She nodded, eager for more and not caring how or why.

Nevin moved under her. She couldn’t see his face anymore but, oh! She felt his tongue. Ross widened his stance. He grasped her thighs, lifted, and spread her wide.

Nevin’s tongue slid over and around her clit. Ross tilted his cock so it scraped against something that revved her higher. Nev nipped her clit with his lips. She clenched, and Ross sped up. A hand brushed against her breast then squeezed. She wriggled, her body one mass of need.

Nev pinched her nipple and clit at the same moment that Ross plowed into her spot, and she fell apart. She shook with the spasms, fire running from between her legs out to every part of her body. She was so overloaded she barely noticed the loss of stimulation on her breasts and clit. Ross grunted and lost his rhythm, the jerking motion setting off an after-quake. She heard Nevin below her give a deep cry, and then something hot splashed her belly.

Ross pulled out, hauled her around, and pressed her to his chest. She clung with her arms around his chest, her legs around his hips as his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. She fought his tongue with her own, forcing him back so she could impale him. She finally pulled out, gasping for air, crying and laughing at the same time. Ross held her, both of them shaking.

“If you’re finished, there’s work to be done, lads.”

Amelia peeked over Ross’s shoulder. Gillis, wearing boots, kilt, and a shirt, stared back with one red, bushy eyebrow high. With his legs wide apart and fists on his hips, he looked like a wild, red pirate. His face was redder than usual. Was it exertion, sunburn, or a blush of surprise at seeing the three of them standing in the clearing almost naked?

Or had he arrived earlier? How much had he seen? A rush of lust flashed over her. Had he watched Ross enter her from behind while Nevin licked and sucked her until she was crazy wild? What did he think about his brothers enjoying her while his wife, her sister, was gone forever?

“That took more out of me than a day of sawing,” gasped Nevin to Gillis. “I gotta cool down.”

Amelia turned her head. Nevin, naked as the day he was born, shambled over to the creek. Ross set her down, waiting until she could stand. He turned her in the same direction and slapped her back cheek. “You’d better do the same.”

Face flaming and tissues swollen, she carefully walked to the water. Her wet thighs rubbed against her pussy, making her already want more. She felt two sets of male eyes boring into her back.

Or backside, more likely.

“She’ll do,” she heard Gillis say over the post-orgasmic buzz in her ears.

Keeping her back to Gillis, Amelia took off her boots and approached the stream. She went upriver to where Nevin sat cross-legged. She caught the gleam in his eye too late. She managed to close her eyes before a handful of cold water splashed her front. She wiped her face, eager to retaliate.

“Since I got you sticky, I’d better wash you off,” said Nevin from right in front of her. Like Ross, he moved too quickly and silently for such a big man. He splashed more water on her belly and rubbed. She fixed her eyes on his scar.

“Touch it if you like,” he said.

She traced one of the four grooves. It was deeper near his shoulder, as if a slash mark had hit there first. “Some animal attacked you.”

“Black bear.
Padooa
is my totem,” he replied calmly.

“How old were you when this happened?”

“Old enough to meet Bear and survive. Older than Ross was when he met Raven.”

“I didn’t see any scars on Ross that look like a bird pecked or scratched him.”

“Raven has a lot of messengers. He keeps at least one near Ross at all times. I suspect Bear wanted to make sure I’d remember him.”

“Hard to forget with that across your chest.”

Nevin shrugged. “It’s a part of who I am.”

She looked back at Ross, busy pulling off his boots. Gillis held up his finger as if lecturing him on something. A splash of cold water between her legs brought her attention back to Nevin. He waggled his eyebrows and leered.

“That part I can wash myself, thank you,” she replied. She knelt on one knee in the stream of snowmelt straight from the mountain and splashed herself clean. Shivering, she scampered out of the water. She climbed the bank and stood in the sun heating the clearing. Goosebumps covered her skin. Her breasts were hard and nipples jutting from the cold.

“Amy!”

She turned at the call. Ross rolled her dress into a ball and tossed it as he walked toward her. She caught it and shook it out, holding it to her front like a shield as she watched him approach. Dressed, her husband was handsome, but this golden man at one with nature was magnificent. Long legs with strong thighs, a taut belly flaring out to a wide, muscular chest, and equally strong arms. Between his legs, a nest of black curls couldn’t hide the pair of orbs and the cock that swung with every step. The cock that was, once again, growing. She shook her head at him.

“Cover that up. We’ve got work to do.”

He laughed. “You don’t know what cold water does to a hard cock, do you?”

She shook her head. He pointed behind her. She turned to see Nevin with a melodramatically mournful expression on his face. His cock lay limp. Just ten minutes earlier, it was big enough for her to wrap both hands around it yet still leave lots sticking out.

“Poor thing doesn’t know what happened,” Nevin muttered.

“Dinna worry, lad. It’ll be back when ye need it,” called Gillis.

Amelia turned to Gillis. His eyes flickered over her from toes to hair. She flushed, realizing he must have seen the three of them together. For a moment, she thought he smiled.

“Auntie sent me to tell ye dinner’s ready,” Gillis said. “Take yer time, lads. Ye can have whatever’s left after I’m full. It’ll take a wee bit for me to eat. I’m a mite hungry after watching all that hard work ye did with Amelia.” After another thorough look at her, he turned and walked away, leaving her shivering and the men shriveled.

“Did you see the way Gil looked at Amelia?”

“He said he was hungry. I think he considered having Amelia for dessert,” replied Ross to Nev’s question. He dropped his head back, inhaled, then let it out. He smiled at her and took her dress from her cold fingers. She held onto his shoulder as he helped her step into it.