Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

Josh broke out in a smile. “If I’m meeting Trace and the others in the Golden Nugget, that means I’m not in this room with Queenie. So you”—he poked Max in the shoulder—“won’t be making any noise. And I won’t be climbing out any windows. Sophie, will it look strange if I lock you in to show I’m keeping you for just me? And I want you to bar the door behind me to keep you safe.”

Sophie realized the words were directed at her. She’d been staring at the two brothers, comparing them. Josh was bigger and looked stronger. Possibly he was the stronger in determination as well. He certainly was dominant when it came to her.

“I think so, since you have me for the week. Tess said Ruby locks some of the women in their room during the day,” she said, “but that’s from the outside. Some of the smaller rooms have bars on the windows.”

Josh looked at her with clear, calm eyes. “We’ll catch Isaac and anyone else caught in our net, and we’ll bring them to justice.”

“Amen to that,” murmured Max.

Josh tipped her head back. “Don’t go anywhere,” he murmured. “I’ve got plans for you later.” She expected a lingering kiss, but he gently touched his lips to her forehead before standing. “Take care of my woman for me, Max. She’s too precious to lose.”

Sophie watched, numb, as Josh put on his boots and slipped from the room. Max stepped forward, his cock swinging free, and barred the door. When he was done, he faced her. Arms crossed, feet set, and shoulders back, he looked like he was ready to stop anyone who tried to come through after her.

“I will protect you, Sophie,” he said quietly. He should have looked ridiculous, but somehow he came off as calm and determined. “But I want to comfort you as well. Will you let me do that?”

She stared at her naked guardian. As she watched, his cock rose to salute her. All he needed was wings to look like an avenging angel. Not that any angel would have a hard, curved rod thrusting from the juncture of its thighs. A rod that Josh said could touch her where his magic fingers had driven her to heights she wasn’t sure even Beth knew about.

Max wanted to protect her, as well as share loving. So did Josh and Sam. They were doing whatever they could to stop what evil men did to vulnerable women and children. Pushing away her own pleasure would not change a thing. She set her shoulders and gave a tentative smile of welcome. Max’s face cleared. His eyes brightened. He stared as if drinking her in.

“You liked it when Josh played with your pussy, didn’t you?”

His tight muscles relaxed as he took a step toward her. Not everything relaxed, however. His cock seemed to grow even bigger. It aimed at her like a homing pigeon. She was suddenly eager to feel alive and to forget everything but a man’s touch.

This was how a man and a woman should come together, with eagerness, excitement, and hunger for each other. She pushed her hair away from her face. Her arm brushed against her breast, making her tingle. She looked down. She’d never seen her nipples that hard, her breasts so swollen. She pressed her shoulders back. Her breasts jutted out proudly.

“They’re gorgeous,” he murmured. “Just like the woman who carries them.”

She watched Max’s hands approach her breasts. Her breath hitched, and her stomach clenched. No, not just her stomach. Her pussy spasmed as if wanting to tighten against the cock that throbbed just beyond her reach. She saw challenge as well as arousal in his eyes. How much would he accept? She wanted to be in control for once. Sam would tickle her out of it, Josh would never allow it. But Max?

“I want to taste you,” she said. “And then I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

“You do that,” he said, breathing the words as he exhaled. “Suck me, lick me, even chew me. Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

She had the power this time. She wasn’t locked in the room, the world was locked out. This was her chance to make a man quiver with need.

“Don’t move,” she ordered, and reached for him.

Max inhaled a gasp as her fingers wrapped around his hard warmth. His cock jerked, releasing a drop or two. She slid her hand to the head and gathered fluid, rolling her palm over the sensitive tip. His hips jerked forward without conscious thought.

God, I’ve never felt anything this good before!

He couldn’t move, could barely breathe for a moment. Then he forced himself to relax. He would hold still for his own reasons, not hers. He would never give a woman total power over him. Even now, though Sophie had the liberty to explore his body as she wished, he was in charge. He was the male. The protector, the provider, the one who ruled the home. He was allowing her this opportunity to enjoy herself.

The few women he’d been with had been passive, willing to receive his touch but not seek it out. Sophie, as ever, had to do things her way. She didn’t hold his cock near tight enough in her fist, but he would teach her that later. For now, he would let her explore his body as she chose.

Her long hair was a mess. Instead of flowing smoothly over her shoulders and down her back in dark ripples, there were snarls. He wanted to use his fingers to gently comb them out. It would serve a dual purpose, tidying her while letting him feel her silky hair. If she sat in front of him and he stood behind, she’d never know when he trailed the strands over his chest and groin. Perhaps he’d teach her to ride him.

She looked up at him, her wide lips pulled up in a proud smile.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear?”

“Not nearly enough.”

She got an impish look in her eye. He tensed. She kept her eye on him as she brought her face close to his groin. She slowly opened her mouth. Surely she wasn’t going to do that. Decent women didn’t even know about such things. But wet heat surrounded him as her lips clamped down. Then she wrapped her tongue—

“Oh, God!”

He held himself rigid, every muscle straining. He would
not
come in her mouth. He was in control, dammit!

She sucked him deep, bobbing in and out as her tongue swirled. A hot wire of need curled from deep inside. It snaked from his tailbone down and forward in a burning path toward release. His balls tightened with need. He ground his teeth. Then she squeezed his balls, drew her teeth down his cock, and nothing existed but sensation.

Sophie milked him, continuing to suck on his cock until he shuddered to a stop. He fought to breathe, hauling air deep into his lungs as if he’d run a dozen miles, uphill, in the August heat. A different kind of heat flowed to his face.

“I shouldn’t have done that to you,” he said.

She sat back on her heels, arching her back to look up at him. Her breasts, thrusting out due to her posture, quivered tantalizingly with every deep breath. And her nipples…He groaned. She licked her lips, slowly, while watching for his reaction. The imp had changed into a sultry cat!

“You did exactly what I wanted,” she replied. “I think you’ll be able to satisfy me better now that I’ve released your, ah, tension.”

Though he’d just exploded with the largest orgasm of his life, his cock wasn’t the worse for wear. In fact, in was already rising to point at her eager smile.

Max exhaled, enjoying the freedom to breathe deep without tight bands of pressure around his chest. He felt better than he could remember. This last assignment was coming to a close. Thanks to the cooperation of the railroad, Smythe was almost in the bag. Isaac was another matter, but he was sure they could flush the man out. Then he and his brothers would haul their prisoners back East for trial. Once released from employment they’d head west again. They’d find a ranch with good water and grazing land, decent neighbors, and a wife.

Sophie would do.

Josh wanted her, and so did Sam. Considering her eagerness to give him pleasure, he wouldn’t mind having her around. She was a good cook and decent housekeeper. If she could run a hotel on her own, she could take care of their ranch. He’d take the thought under consideration. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to marry. And of course, as the eldest, it was his duty to sign his name beside hers. But before he did anything else, he’d see how she could take care of him.

“How to you want me?” He opened his arms, spreading them wide. “I’m yours to command.”

“Lie on your back.”

Max folded his arms behind his head to watch her. She hadn’t moved, so faced away from him. He was pleased to confirm that her hair reached her ass. If she rode him, as he certainly hoped she would, that hair would reach his belly.

Once they caught Isaac, he’d have her braid that hair and tuck it away so no one but he and his brothers would see it. A woman’s hair was sensual and, therefore, should be kept for her husband’s pleasure. Whores let their hair fall free to show they were available to any man with a coin.

If he could lock Sophie away until Isaac was caught, he would. But then the plan wouldn’t work. He watched her rise. She knew it, too, for she leaned over and pressed her smooth white ass cheeks in his direction. Josh’s hand had turned those plump cheeks pink as she screamed and struggled to escape. Her swollen pussy lips were framed by dark curls. A few inches above was her tempting asshole. Tight and puckered, it waited for him.

His cock jumped at the thought of plowing that unopened portal. He’d ease her into it with fingers stretching her while he played with her clit. Or maybe she’d be on her hands and knees with a brother licking her pussy from below while he worked her ass. If she loved sucking cock so much, maybe his other brother would be guiding her eager mouth.

She set a foot on the floor, balancing on her hands, and then stood. She turned and smiled like Eve right after she offered Adam the apple. Her shoulders were as wide as her hips, which made her waist look small. Her breasts would fit his palms without overflowing. A good size. He’d be tasting those pink berries soon, as well as the rest of her.

“I like a man who takes direction well.”

He realized he liked a touch of sass in the bedroom. “I aim to please, ma’am.”

She strolled toward him, fully aware of her naked sensuality and his reaction to it. He couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to. His cock rose from his groin, just as hard as it had been before she took him into her mouth. He wanted her, but he could wait for a while. Her pleasure would come before his. That was his mission, and he would fulfill it.

She climbed on the bed and stood with one foot either side of his hips.

“You are one fine-looking woman, Mrs. McLeod.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Gibson.” She set a foot on his chest. “But do you know how to satisfy a woman?”

She turned her knee out so her pussy was revealed. Her scent intensified, flowing down her legs right to his nose. She was like a musky flower garden and he wanted to taste her. But for now he looked. Dark pink outer lips pouted at him framed by her brown curls. Drops of eagerness glistened. Surely it wasn’t all from Josh. She’d enjoyed sucking his cock deep inside her mouth, playing with her tongue and teeth.

“If you bring that pussy down to my mouth you might just find out. I suggest you turn around and sit right here.”

He pointed to his chin. Her nostrils flared and a burst of scent erupted. He looked and, yes, a drop of fluid escaped to blaze a trail down her thigh.

He lifted his hands to help her as she turned. That gave him easy access to her hips as she knelt astride him. He tugged, guiding her closer to his mouth. He groaned when her pussy wept right in front of his nose. He pulled her into his mouth.

Salty sweet musk exploded on his tongue. She was wet, and hot, and delicious. He licked her, taking away everything that had existed before his tongue first touched her. Any liquid that appeared now would be due to him alone. He circled her clit with his tongue.

“Yes, there!”

He used his tongue like never before, pointing it hard to wiggle against her clit, then swooping it into her pussy for his reward. He couldn’t get it all. She moaned and gasped, writhing above him, soaking his face as she ground herself onto him. He shifted her, using his fingers on her clit and pussy while he explored the rest of her.

He licked the bottom of her vulva, dancing his tongue there before raising his head to reach her asshole. She gasped and tried to escape, but he held her firm. He kissed either side, looking close at what would soon be his. Not this time. But before he headed East he would show her the pleasure a man could give a woman by filling her ass with his cock.

Max released her and returned his tongue to her soaking pussy. But she wasn’t going to get away with telling him what he couldn’t do. He entered her with two fingers, getting them soaked while he played. He reached forward, pressing his fingers against her belly from the inside.

She suddenly froze and a gush of fluid poured into his eager mouth. Whatever he was doing, she loved it. His cock throbbed, eager for its own reward. She shuddered above him as he stroked the same spot. From the way she panted and the tight hold she had on his fingers, she was near. She leaned forward, grasping his thighs, opening herself to him completely. He gathered fluid with his other hand and sent one finger into that puckered hole in her ass.

“Oh, yes,” she muttered. She shook her head as she shuddered. Her hair tickled his legs.

He increased his efforts, twisting his finger and pressing deeper into her ass. She groaned and clenched, holding his hands in her body. He nipped her clit with his tight lips and she began bucking. She gushed as she came on his face. If he wasn’t so busy sucking and licking, he would have grinned so wide he’d have cracked his jaw.