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

Bride Train 9

Demanding Satisfaction

Sophie McLeod is desperate for her turn at hot sex but needs a few strangers. Maxwell Gibson, Pinkerton detective, refuses to assist her while working. His identical twin, Sam, doesn't hold back, giving Sophie an arousing taste of what she's been missing.

On their last assignment before they leave the Agency, they've agreed to find Mr. Isaac, who's tortured and murdered women. Finding a wife is high on Sam and Josh's list, but Max insists brazen Sophie doesn't suit his meticulous plans for their ranch.

Desperate to catch Mr. Isaac, Sophie works in a Bannack City saloon as bait, upsetting Max's plans and raising Sam's protective instincts. She's forced upstairs as punishment, hired by a scruffy but arousing man. Then he introduces himself as the youngest, and most dominant, Gibson brother, Josh.

Men from all the Tanner's Ford ranches come to help, but she must ultimately face Mr. Isaac on her own. And who is the villain, once unmasked?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

Genre:
Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

Length:
103,291 words
 

Bride Train 9

Reece Butler

MENAGE EVERLASTING

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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DEMANDING SATISFACTION

Copyright © 2013 by Reece Butler

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First E-book Publication: March 2013

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While this novel ends an era, the Tanner’s Ford saga continues in the contemporary town of Climax, Montana, as younger generations of ranchers and townsfolk cope with a changing world. Please see the Author's Note at the end of the book for more information.

DEMANDING SATISFACTION

Bride Train 9

REECE BUTLER

Copyright © 2013

Tanner’s Ford Hotel, late September 1872

“Ironing a shirt is a simple job. Needs no thinking.”

Sophie McLeod stopped dead at the deep male voice coming from her hotel kitchen. The sun had gone down long ago and the dining room was closed. She had only one guest and Maxwell Gibson had no business being in her kitchen!

“That’s why it’s a woman’s job,” replied a much younger male. “Women can’t think like a man.”

She pursed her lips, holding back words that a hotel owner must never say near a paying guest. No matter how rude, one must be gracious and polite. But she’d had it with catering to the likes of arrogant men!

It was time to get her own home. A place she would share only with those she invited in. Now that she was free of the town council’s restrictions she could invite someone like the arousing man in her kitchen, Maxwell Gibson of the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

But she would not lie passive in bed as she had with her husband. No, she would demand satisfaction. She wanted what Beth Elliott and the other ranch wives boasted about—powerful men providing hours of passionate, mutually satisfying sex.

She slumped against the wall. Unfortunately, the only way she was going to meet new men was to visit somewhere else. Few acceptable men came to Tanner’s Ford. She’d not seen one for years until about a month ago. Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry when she’d met Mr. Gibson.

She knew he wanted her the first time they met. He’d given her a look that made her toes curl. Byron Ashcroft later told her Max said he wanted a wife and she would be worth handing his badge in for. She’d gone so far as to declare to her friends that she’d taken a fancy to him. But after that one meeting he’d wanted little to do with her. She’d cursed him even while she lusted after his body.

She peeked around the corner. Her pulse doubled. Oh, yes, that sandy-blond hair was familiar. So were the full lips. The naked chest facing her was a surprise. A very nice surprise.

Max was talking to Billy O’Keefe. The boy had finished his chores ages ago and should be with his father, Paddy. And what was the handsome Pinkerton detective doing in her kitchen while he chatted with Billy? Using her worktable to iron his shirt! He’d not asked permission, just taken her set of sadirons and gone to work. An empty cup of coffee and plate with crumbs on it suggested he’d also helped himself to her food though he’d had dinner only a few hours ago. She should send Doc after him to dose him for tapeworm.

There was a lot of muscle under the black suit he always wore. She noted the long white scar rising from below his belt on his right side, up his ribs. It looked like a knife slash. He must have backed up quickly enough to avoid getting worse.

The scar was evidence of the violent life he led. That life didn’t match the man expertly ironing a shirt. He wouldn’t have learned to do that if he’d had a woman in his life.

He murmured something to Billy, who replied too low for her to hear. She concentrated on taking in the unusual, welcome sight. The only time she’d seen men working with their shirts off was when they had a working party at one of the ranches in the valley. She’d had to fan her face when she drove the wagon onto the Circle C the other year. Almost every man was stripped to the waist. Back then she couldn’t look without being called a whore and having her hotel taken away. That danger was gone, along with the odious Orville Rivers.

She’d never seen Amos without a shirt. He only came to her in the dark, in his nightshirt. He was finished in minutes and was gone, leaving her sore and unsatisfied. She didn’t know marital relations could be any different until she met Miss Lily. The old lady had owned one of the finest gentlemen’s parlors in Montana Territory.

Only after Amos died, and they got into some blackberry cordial one winter evening, did Lily tell her that what a man and woman did in private could be very enjoyable. The things Lily said had shocked her. Shocked and intrigued. Since then she’d seen every single valley wife blush with pleasure when one of their men gave a knowing wink or patted their bottom.

Sophie realized that watching Max iron his shirt wearing nothing above his waist was the closest she’d ever come to sexual satisfaction. She might as well enjoy this, memorizing every detail for the long, cold winter nights to come.

The hair on his bowed head matched the curls dusting his broad chest. She swallowed hard, thinking of how his coarse hair would rub against her nipples if he held her tight and they were both naked. Her breasts tingled and her nipples hardened into nubs.

Muscles flexed as his dexterous fingers moved the iron. Fingers that she watched move gently, with precision. She’d thought about those fingers touching her, how they’d play with her breasts before trailing down her belly and into her wet curls. Her pussy swelled and dampened in anticipation. Those fingers would find the spot that she hadn’t discovered until widowed.

When Sophie told Beth Elliott she’d never marry and lose her property to a husband, Beth insisted she learn to pleasure herself. If she ever did find a man in her bed, she’d know how to show him what she wanted.

Sophie had recently counseled Casey Wright before her marriage to Cole Taylor. She’d told the younger woman that the touch of her men’s fingers, tongue, and lips could make her feel like she was flying. She’d said those things to Casey even though it had never happened to her. From the dreamy looks Casey now gave her three husbands, the young bride had flown quite a few times.

Casey was the eighth valley bride. All seemed deliriously happy with their husbands’ sexual exploits, even if the arrogant, demanding men made them furious sometimes.

Was it too much to ask that she find some of that sexual pleasure?

Max lifted his arms to move the shirt. How could tufts of hair under his arm make her quiver? Or was it the thought of having his arms around her, of his stormy sea-green eyes staring down as he pounded his cock deep inside? She pressed her thighs together, but it didn’t stop her need. He seemed different tonight. Relaxed and confident, he aroused her even more.

The detective had come to Tanner’s Ford to find evidence against Frederick Smythe. It was Lily Thatcher’s idea to hire him to also find Mr. Isaac before the brute tortured any more women. Sophie provided Max’s room and board. He ate like he’d not had home-cooked meals in years and needed to make up for it. She’d thought he was strong, but watching all those muscles flex proved it.