Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

“Black George hit her back?”

Potts shook his head. “Tried, but some bull of a man stopped him. Abby stepped in and brought Black George upstairs with her. Queenie danced with the other feller for a bit. She shore kin dance good. Made a man think he’d keep her on her feet for a bit afore liftin’ her skirt.”

Buford understood why Smythe’s face lit up. A new, fresh woman was unusual at this time of year. He’d have to take a look at her. Knowledge was power, and he was all-powerful in the ways that counted.

“How did Ruby get her claws into her? I could use her at the Golden Nugget. How old?” asked Smythe.

“Too old for you,” replied Potts. “Said she’s no whore, is just dancin’ to make money to head back East afore winter.”

“She’s a whore if I say she is.” Smythe put his hand in his pants pocket. A soft clinking suggested he was playing with his coins. Buford figured he was touching his cock as well. “Pity she’s so old,” continued Smythe. “I like well-rounded girls just learning to lie on their back for a man. You say the Pinkerton agent took an interest in her?”

Potts nodded. “Won’t do him no good. She’s sold for the rest of the week.”

“Sold? You said she was a dancer.”

Potts nodded. He licked his lips. “Ruby’s sick ag’in. You know how Abby gets jealous. When Queenie put her knee in a man’s ballocks, Abby sold her upstairs to learn her.”

“Who bought her?” demanded Smythe.

“That feller what stopped Black George’s fist.”

“Who is he?”

Smythe looked at Buford, who shrugged. He’d been in the Golden Nugget and hadn’t heard about the dustup. He’d be over there first thing, though. Abby was a vicious cat who liked to claw the other girls. She’d be eager to tell all and ruin what little reputation Queenie had before working for Ruby.

“Don’t matter none,” said Potts. “He hauled her upstairs, screamin’ and kickin’. They was quiet for a bit then she started a ruckus again. Figger she’s well fucked by now.” Potts licked his lips, exaggerating it. “She’s a looker, and once he breaks her in, there’s a line of men wantin’ to be next.”

“It matters because I say it does.” Smythe turned to Buford. “Find out.” When Buford nodded, Smythe directed his gap-toothed smile, the one that meant business, at Potts. “Mr. Hames will point out a group of ranchers at the corner table. There are many dangers in a city like this. Make sure at least two of them have an accident. A permanent one.”

Potts smirked. He hitched up his pants. “Any in par-tic-u-lar, Mr. Smythe?”

“Sin Statham. Mr. Hames, tell Mr. Potts what he looks like.”

“Six foot six, blond, with a strong English accent when he speaks, which isn’t often. Don’t be fooled by his size. He can move faster than you.”

Potts set his hands in his pants and rocked back on his heels. “Easier if’n I can get him alone.”

“Yes,” replied Buford slowly, “but watch out for the dark one. That half-breed was known as the Devil MacDougal.”

“What?” All bravado dropped from Potts’s expression. He looked at Smythe. “I don’t know if—”

“I don’t care.” Smythe pulled his red velvet bag out of his pants pocket. He opened the drawstring and pulled out a twenty-dollar gold piece. He tossed it at Potts, who easily caught it. “I want Statham dead. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Potts.

“Then get out and start working on it.”

Smythe sighed when the door slammed. “One cannot get decent help in this Godforsaken territory.” He tilted his head at Buford. “I want to know everything about this Queenie and the man who bought her.” Buford looked blatantly at the red velvet bag. Smythe sighed, reached in, and took out another coin. “Everything,” he repeated. “Even the number of pimples on her arse.” He handed the coin over.

Buford slipped it into his pocket. He had ways of finding such things out, some of them very pleasant. To him, at least.

The hot body next to her snored. No, thought Sophie, it was more of a deep, heavy breathing. As heavy as the arm that snaked over her shoulder to cup her breast. She blinked at it, still half-asleep. They’d left the lamp burning and she could see the hand was large, the hairs on his wrist brown.

Thank God, this was not a dream.

She tensed, inhaling a gasp. The man’s breathing didn’t change, but the fingers tightened, catching her nipple between them. She squeaked and tensed as sensation shot between her legs.

“Figured you’d like that.”

The deep, satisfied voice purred in her ear. The hand moved, calluses rasping against her soft skin. She arched her back, driving her bottom into a ridge of hard flesh. She froze.

“Don’t stop now. I like what you’re doing.” He nuzzled her shoulder. “You ready for another go-round, ma’am?” He pushed his hips forward. His coarse hair tickled her bottom, but what made her gasp was the way his cock teased her pussy. “And you liked it that way, didn’t you?” he murmured. “I sure did.”

The tender tissues between her legs swelled in response. She shifted to look over her shoulder. Dark eyes above a scruffy dark beard. Long hair to match. He looked like he didn’t have two pennies to rub together, but he’d paid a bag of gold for her. Rented her for the week, in fact.

“Josh?”

He lifted up onto one elbow and winked. “That’s me. What can I do for you, ma’am?” He twirled his finger around her nipple, then pinched it lightly. “I’ll do anything, other than let you out of my sight.”

A scraping noise came from the window. The red curtains with pink satin ruffles lay flat, closed to the night. She heard the scrape of wood against wood. Satin fluttered. A foot appeared through the gap, then a body. She shrank back against Josh, clutching the covers.

“Aw, shucks,” he said, not worried at all. He slumped back onto the bed and hauled her close. “A man just gets his juices going and someone interrupts.”

“Who is it?” she whispered.

“If we’re lucky it’s Sam and he’ll join us. Otherwise it’s Max, and we’ll get a lecture.”

The man kept his back to them as he shut the window. He turned, keeping his face away from the light.

“Get up, Josh, there’s a job to be done.”

Josh groaned against her shoulder. “I
am
up, Max. And Sophie’s ready for it.” He nuzzled her neck while he flexed his cock against her bottom. “Aren’t you, baby?”

“Trace Elliott and the other Tanner’s Ford men are waiting for you in the Golden Nugget,” declared Max. As usual, he sounded pompous and short-tempered.

“Sophie wants me to finish this job first,” replied Josh. He skimmed his fingers down her belly. She shifted her legs to let him enter. He swirled his finger around her clit, making her shiver in spite of having his brother watching. Max stepped into the light. Josh pressed his finger inside her pussy.

“Look for four big men,” said Max, continuing as if Josh hadn’t spoken. “Sin’s blond and the tallest at about six foot six. Ross is easy to spot with his hatchet nose and dark skin.”

“I know what they look like, Max. Trust me to do my job.”

Max raised a haughty eyebrow and shrugged out of his coat. “Then go do it.” He sat on the side chair and hauled a booted foot onto the other knee.

“What are you doing?” asked Josh.

“Taking over for you. The men downstairs expect to hear more action.” His shot her a look of challenge. “Unless the lady would rather amuse herself?”

Sophie shuddered, suddenly realizing what Max meant. He wanted his turn with her. He looked different, more like Sam in that the fire in his eyes was no longer banked. Hair tickled her back when Josh chuckled. His finger didn’t stop.

“From the way Sophie just clamped down on my finger when you said you’d take over, I don’t think she’d mind us changing places.”

Josh circled her clit again. She couldn’t help pressing her mound toward his fingers.

Having removed his boots, Max stood. He set his fingers to his neck and started on his shirt buttons. The whole time he watched her hot face. Josh hadn’t hidden his arm movements under the sheet. After what Josh had just said, Max knew she didn’t object to the fingers pressing deep inside her.

Sam was an enjoyable lover, laughing and playing with her. Josh was demanding. She enjoyed both men. What would Max be like? Would he set a plan and follow it to the letter?

“Ma’am?” Max had reached the bottom button. He opened it but waited to take it off.

“Yes?” She croaked the word, then coughed to clear her throat.

“Do I sit in this chair and watch you play with yourself after Josh leaves, or do I show you what I can do to make you scream? One way or the other, you have to make noise, or they’re going to barge in.”

“Sophie has to be able to work in the morning,” warned Josh. “If you take her ass, she mightn’t be able to walk.”

“My what!”

Josh’s cock nudged along the crease of her buttocks. A rush of need shot through her. She knew what he meant. Beth said it didn’t hurt when done properly. But not now, not here.

“Your ass, baby.” Josh nuzzled her shoulder then nipped, creating a spark of need that raced across her skin. A knowing chuckle tickled her ear. “Sophie does what I tell her, Max.” Josh lifted his fingers from her. He brought them to her mouth. “Suck them,” he ordered.

She hesitated, unsure if she wanted Max to know how Josh treated her, and that she liked it. Max’s eyes gleamed. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Now,” added Josh with quiet determination.

She and Max stared at each other as she opened her lips. Josh let her take her time, slowly feeding his thick fingers, wet from their mingled juices. Max’s nostrils flared like a bull scenting a cow in season. He gripped his shirt in tight fists. Seeing her power over Max, she ran her tongue around and between Josh’s callused fingers. She flicked her tongue between them. Max growled deep in his throat. She pulled back her lips and gently bit down, showing her teeth so Max could see what she did. He flung off his shirt and went for his belt.

“You be nice to my big brother,” said Josh.

He lifted himself free, taking the sheet with him. She grabbed, but Josh yanked it away, leaving her fully exposed to Max’s eager eyes. He shoved down his pants and kicked them aside. He stood there, cock rampant, and took her measure. His cock, she noticed, curved up toward his belly. She licked her dry lips.

“She’s all yours, brother,” said Josh. He tugged her shoulder so she lay flat on her back. He leaned over and touched her nose with his finger. “You’ll do whatever Max wants, or you’ll be feeling my hand on your ass.”

His words were both promise and threat. They made her shiver in dread while quivering in anticipation. He suddenly tweaked her nipple, hard. She gasped, arching her back as a gush of need filled her pussy.

“That’s right, open that mouth for Max’s cock,” ordered Josh. “I want to watch you suck him while I dress.”

“But—”

Josh placed his hands either side of her shoulders. He leaned over so they were almost nose to nose.

“You’ll do what I say because you want to, Sophie McLeod. You’ve been lusting over Max since you first met him, haven’t you?”

She couldn’t deny it but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply.

“If you can take my thick cock in that mouth of yours, you can take Max’s. Remember when I touched you with my fingers inside and you screamed?” Her pussy clenched in memory. Josh’s eyes warmed at whatever he saw on her face. “That curve in Max’s cock should reach the same spot.”

She whipped her head to the side. Max had his cock in his fist. He held it near the end and rubbed his thumb over the wet tip.

“Taste him,” ordered Josh softly.

“She wet?” Max’s voice was harsh in the room.

“Any more and the sheets would be soaked.”

The bed shook when Josh stood up. He left her on her back, naked and eager. She pulled her legs in and curled around to sit. Pushing down on her hands, she brought herself to the edge of the bed. Would Max taste different than Josh or Sam? Max growled low in his throat. He stalked toward the bed, nostrils flaring, eyes flicking from her head to her feet.

“Open up those legs,” ordered Max. “I’m going to make you scream my name.” His voice was rough, his words broken between breaths.

“Not so fast,” said Josh. “I bought Queenie for the week. Can’t have her screaming the name of a Pinkerton agent.”

“Then I’ll make sure there’s something blocking her screams.” His eyes strayed to where her hip met her back end. “Maybe she’ll bite the pillow when I take her from behind.”

Josh fondled her breast, tweaking her again. She arched, and he chuckled. When had he dressed?

“You take care of Max, and I’ll take care of you later.” He turned to his brother. “Sophie liked my finger in her ass. After she’s been stretched a few times, my cock’s going to slide right in.”

“I’m going to be first to fill her ass,” said Max, “but not tonight. In five minutes she’s going to be so wild she won’t even know her name.”

“It’s Queenie,” said Josh harshly. “Remember, this is part of our assignment.”

Max glared at him. “I never forget. My job is to make everyone think it’s you making Soph—Queenie scream. So, little brother, you’d better get dressed and haul yourself out that window.”