Cameron, Paige - Commando Cowboys Seduce Their Woman [Wyoming Warriors 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Polyromance) (15 page)

Becoming more confident, she moved her mouth up and down his cock as her pussy clenched and unclenched and desire swirled deep in her abdomen. Her lips tightened around his girth and her tongue ran across the top of his dick and along the edge.

Strong hands stopped her. “Darlin’, I want to be buried in that sweet, hot pussy when I come. Come here.” He pulled her up and over him onto the bed. In seconds he had their positions reversed. He’d grabbed a condom out of his pocket and tore the packet open with his teeth, then rolled it on. Spreading her legs, he tasted her and scraped his teeth across her nub.

Fire raced along her nerve endings. She bucked under him as his tongue licked along her pussy lips and his thumb rubbed her clit. An ache built inside her. “More, more,” she moaned.

His heated gaze speared her. He rose and moved upward, taking her pebbled nipple between his teeth. His hand cupped her other breast and his fingers brushed across her peak. Then he spread her legs wider with his knees, moved his cock into position, and pushed inside. She came apart instantly. Her body filled with extreme pleasure. Her moist pussy clamped around his cock as her inner muscles rippled around him, draining all he could give.

“You two are having fun without me.”

Ellen raised her head to see Sahale undressing, putting on a condom, and joining them. “Wait. I don’t—” She didn’t know what to say next.

Sahale moved onto the bed at her backside and pulled her hair aside to kiss her neck. “You don’t what, honey?”

“I’ve never been with two men.”

“I’d hoped not.” Jack spoke from where he lay close against her front. He slipped down and sucked on her breast.

She was surprised to feel her body respond again so quickly. Her heart gave a lurch when Sahale kissed all along her spine. His hands cupped her buttocks and massaged. She felt moisture flowing out of her pussy.

They didn’t give her time to think. Jack rolled her to face Sahale. Sahale took her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. His tongue raked the soft interior, demanding a response. Before she realized it she was kissing him back.

His fingers played over her already-sensitive breasts and tight nipples. He moved down and nipped at one. “You smell like roses and taste like strawberries.” He suckled hard on her breast and her pussy tingled.

When she groaned, Jack reached around and slipped two fingers into her hot, moist pussy. He moved them in and out while his thumb rubbed her most sensitive spot. Her whole body was on fire. She wasn’t sure where one of them began and another took control. They kissed her, touched her, brought her to a peak, and then pulled back until she screamed, “Damn it, take me.”

Jack held her back snug in his embrace while Sahale pulled her legs apart and entered her fast and hard. His tongue went in and out of her mouth, matching his rhythm below. Jack kissed her along her back and whispered in her ear. “Your pussy is hot and wet perfection. Give it all to him, baby. Suck his cock dry.” His naughty words made her hotter and her pussy clench tighter. Sahale reached between them and put pressure on her nub. Her insides filled with hot lava and she bucked against him, taking them both right off the cliff.

Sahale rolled off of her and lay back against the bed. His hand brushed her hair back from her face. He leaned over and softly kissed her lips. Her eyes closed and she fell into sleep.

* * * *

“We wore her out.”

“Yes, but she needed to feel our love, to let it replace the emptiness left after she’d told her story.”

“And we needed to claim her, to bond the three of us. Even if she won’t admit it right away. She’ll know inside that she’s ours and we’re hers.” Sahale glanced at his watch. “Six. We’re going to be late. We’ll dress and leave her a note to call when she’s ready to come over. Sara will have hors d’oeuvres first. People will mingle. Ellen won’t be too late.”

“Sounds like a plan. We have to go home and face Nanna.”

“No. She had me take her to my mother’s. She said she had finished her work here for now. My father will take her home early tomorrow.”

“Thank goodness. I love her. But it would be like sneaking in after a hot date as a teenager,” Jack said.

Sahale chuckled. “Yes, it would.”

“You’ve brought Montlief.” Jack bent down and patted the dog’s head.

“He’s fully recovered, and I like to know he’s with her when we’re not. I came into the room to tell her and completely forgot. It’s a good thing I’d fastened his leash to the door.”

“As soon as you let him go, he’s going to her. He’ll wake her.”

“Let’s see.” Sahale untied the leash and unfastened it from around Montlief’s neck. They waited to see what he’d do. The cabin was all new to him.

But Montlief picked up her scent and went to the bedroom door. He walked slowly to the bedside and sniffed her hand hanging along the side.

When he licked her hand, Sahale was sure she’d awaken, but she didn’t move. “She’s really out. Let’s go. She’ll find our note and Montlief.” He turned and followed Jack outside.

Chapter Eleven

Ellen turned and ran into a warm body. She put her hand out. Fur? She opened her eyes to find Montlief staring at her.

“You’re home.” She hugged his neck and he licked her cheek.

She glanced around and saw both Jack and Sahale’s clothes gone.

They’d just left her. She sat up in bed, a pain sharp in her chest. Montlief jumped off the bed and barked.

“I know you want water and to be fed.” She started to slide across and get up when she spotted a paper on the pillow where Montlief had been lying. She grabbed it.

They’d let her sleep and gone on ahead. She glanced at the clock. It was six fifty. She needed to shower and dress. She’d be late, so what.

Hurrying into the kitchen, she found a bowl already set out with water and two cans of dog food on the table. Sahale had also brought a bed for Montlief and put it in the corner. He’d thought of everything. She opened and emptied a can of the food into a bowl, patted Montlief on the head, and ran for the shower.

She searched in her closet for one of the few dresses she’d brought with her. It was made of a silky material. The top crisscrossed over her breasts, showing off her bust. The skirt was made into tiny pleats that flared out when she walked. But the color made the dress. It was a golden brown that highlighted her hair and eyes. She slipped on a pair of matching high heels.

To finish, she applied a light touch of makeup, a spritz of cologne, and ran a brush through her hair. She left it hanging loose around her shoulders. There, she was ready. She looked at the number they’d left and flipped her cell open to call them. She was sort of embarrassed to be arriving so late.

“Hi, darlin’, ready?” Jack’s voice came through the phone.

“I’m awfully late. Maybe I’ll just skip it.”

“Oh, no. We need you here. Sahale’s on his way out the door as I speak. Did you get some rest?”

“Until I rolled over and felt a hairy body close to me. Montlief was staring at me when I opened my eyes.”

“We were afraid he’d wake you.”

“But it was almost seven, so I got some rest. I see Sahale driving up now. See you soon.” She closed the phone, checked on Montlief, and got to the door before Sahale could knock.

“How’s he doing?” Sahale nodded toward Montlief.

“Taking over and settling in like he’s lived here forever.”

“My.” Sahale stepped back and looked at her. “You look great. I think I’ll destroy all your pants so you have to wear dresses all the time.” His gaze roamed across her body, slowing at her breasts, down over her waist and stomach, to her long legs and her feet in high heels. “The dress and shoes showcase those legs, and the color is perfect for you. Come on. I can’t wait to see Jack’s and your friends’ expressions when they see the real Ellen.”

“Is Morgan back?”

“Yes, and she looks ready to deliver at any moment. Ethan and Justin can’t quit grinning.”

“I’m so happy for them.” For a second a brief touch of sadness moved over her heart.

Sahale stopped at the truck door. He took her face into his hands. “It will happen for you and us. Nanna said so. She’s never wrong.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. I’ll disappoint you.”

“Never, not even if we don’t have children.” He brushed his lips lightly over hers. “Get in. People are waiting to see you, and you must be starved.”

Jack stepped beside her and Sahale when they came in the door. “Maybe we should have warned you, but you worry too much, so we didn’t.” He motioned to two men and a woman coming toward them. He didn’t have to say who they were. One of the men was tall, broad, and had blond hair. His son, Jack, was almost a replica of him. The other man had dark hair and smiling blue eyes.

“Ellen, this is my mother, Beverly, and my fathers, Carl Talisman and Dan Strutters.”

His mother took Ellen’s hand. “We’re so glad to meet you and welcome you to our family.”

“Oh, but I’m not…”

Beverly Talisman smiled. “Not sure? Probably most of your concerns are the same ones that went through my mind before I agreed to marry these two. Our men are a bit possessive and determined once they’ve made a decision. You might as well give in. You won’t regret it.”

Carl Talisman leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You might as well agree with her. Dan and I and our children learned early on to say, ‘yes, dear.’” Both men grinned at their wife. “It’s kept our household much more peaceful.”

They all laughed at the idea of this small woman telling her big husbands what to do. But Mrs. Talisman nodded her head.

“Most of the time they let me have my way.” She touched one of her husbands’ faces, and then the other. Ellen saw the spark flash between them. “They have always wanted me to be happy. You must come to dinner soon and meet Jack’s other brother and our two daughters. We thought what with meeting us and Sahale’s parents tonight that was enough.”

Sahale had slipped from her side, but she saw him bringing a man and woman toward her. He had inherited his high cheekbones, black hair, and golden skin tone from his mother. His father was tall, lean, and blond. Sahale took her hand. Jack’s parents greeted Sahale’s parents and moved to the side.

“This is my mother, Rozene, and my father, Cathal Connor. Mom and Dad, this is Ellen.”

“Daren Connor, one of Sara’s husbands, looks like you.” The words slipped out of Ellen’s mouth, and she felt her face heat.

“Daren’s father was my brother. He and I were much alike in looks and temperament. It was a sad day when I lost him, but it’s a comfort to see him in his son.”

“I didn’t realize until now that Sahale was Daren’s cousin.”

“That he is. And may I say my son has shown uncommonly good sense in finding you and bringing you home. We welcome you.”

“We certainly do. I had almost given up hoping he’d settle down. Now he tells us he can’t wait. Maybe after he’s wed, his other brothers will follow his example.”

Ellen brought her chin up. Before she opened her mouth, she heard Sahale whisper to Jack, who was right behind her.

“She’s about to exert her independence. Can’t help but love her for it.”

She frowned at both of them and faced the parents. “I’m sorry your sons had led you all to believe that our marriage is a foregone conclusion. I have not agreed to marry them. I’m considering their offer.”

Their fathers were struggling to nod and look serious, but she saw the humor in their eyes. Their mothers smiled broadly and looked at each other.