Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

“I don’t think you’re ready to have both of us in your bed,” he said. “Yet.”

Both of them? Identical twins, one on each breast? Or one kissing her while the other did naughty things to her pussy? She felt her nipples tightening.

“Why is he so angry? I told the truth. If I knew what you were doing I might have information to help you catch Isaac.”

“But now that you know there’s two of us he’s got to go back over his notes and decide if it will affect his plans.” He pressed the ball of his thumb on a particularly bad spot. She stiffened, inhaling a hiss. “I know this hurts, but it won’t last long. Then we’ll get to the pleasure part of the evening.”

“Pleasure?”

His eyes dropped to her breasts. Every time she took a breath the tips of her nipples rubbed against her nightgown. Her breasts had swollen with her imagination, full of need for more. His half-closed eyes proved he knew it. He slanted her a sensual look of promise.

“Sometimes a bit of hurt brings even more pleasure,” he whispered. “The edge of pain can heighten passion.”

His words combined with an arousing jolt when he found another sore spot. It shot straight to her throbbing pussy. His lips curled up in a knowing smile. Heat, both arousal and embarrassment, rose from between her trembling thighs.

“Pain’s gone, now for the pleasure,” he murmured.

He dipped his fingers in a chipped cup on the floor beside him. He rubbed his hands to warm and spread the lard and began stroking her ankle in slow, sensuous circles. She relaxed, giving in to his seductive touch. He squeezed her foot, sliding his hands down her leg and off her toes a few times. Then he firmly slid the heel of his right palm up and over her arch.

“Lie back and enjoy,” he murmured.

“That’s what they all say,” she replied dryly. His sudden bark of laughter was quickly cut off. But she did what he suggested, closing her eyes to better feel his touch.

“I’ll never harm you,” he added when she relaxed.

He wiggled each of her toes, flexing and tugging. She hummed in satisfaction. She heard the rustle of clothing before the flat of her foot touched warm flesh. She tentatively bent her toes. Fine hair caught between them. She peeked, opening her eyes just a bit. His naked chest was darker than her foot, like creamy toffee full of sweet butter.

He caught her eyes, then lifted her foot and took her big toe into his mouth. Before she could yank back, he bit down. He did it hard enough that she felt the edge of pain, but not beyond. Another shaft of lust slammed between her legs. Her breasts ached, nipples tingling for the touch of her fingers. He rested her foot on his shoulder, picked up her left foot, and began again.

This time the pain as he released tight muscles drove her arousal even higher. She dug her fingers into the quilt to stop herself from opening her wrapper and touching her breasts through her thin nightgown. He silently took his time relieving the aches that came from being on her feet all day.

Caught in a sensuous haze, she didn’t notice when Sam grasped her ankles. He slid his hands up her legs to her knees as he stood. She scrambled to pull back, but his strong grip stopped her. He loomed over her, menacing in his power. Muscles on his bare chest flexed as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.

Her nightgown stayed where it was as her bottom slid forward at his determined tug. Cool air wafted past her hot pussy, now on display. His nostrils flared as he stared at the junction of her thighs. She throbbed, desperate for his touch to bring release. But the feral look on his face gave her second thoughts.

“Sam,” she began hesitantly.

“Hush, Sophie.”

“What are you going to do?” She licked suddenly dry lips.

“I’m going to kiss and lick and play with that sweet pussy of yours until you come so hard you’ll scream my name.” His eyes almost glowed in the lamplight, like a green-eyed cat. Only he was no pet. Sam was a predator, and she was his prey. Did she want to escape?

“No,” she whispered. His face hardened, and she realized he’d taken her need for refusal. “I mean, no, don’t stop!”

“Damn right.”

Sam tugged once more, this time roughly. Her bottom slid just past the edge of the bed. He placed her feet beside her hips, pushing down and warning her with his eyes to leave them there. She nodded, curling her toes to hold them from slipping off. He grasped her knees, spread them, and stood between, looking at a place no one had ever seen.

It took a moment, but she realized his intense stare was in eagerness, not disgust. His rough hands slid down her thighs, ever so slowly. She waited, holding her breath, for him to touch her there. But he trailed the backs of his hands either side of her thighs to her belly. She gasped as his light touch drifted above her curls. Barely a touch, then gone.

He lifted his hands and untied her wrapper. She stared at his eager face. No man had ever seen her breasts, either. Amos left the light on the first night he’d taken her, to make sure he didn’t hurt her, he said. But he’d not lifted her nightgown any higher than needed. After that he only came to her in the dark. He’d never, ever, lifted her nightgown past her belly. Sam opened her wrapper and pressed it back. He gazed down at her frayed nightgown, bunched over her belly. Embarrassment deepened her blush.

“It’s old, and thin,” she whispered. “Not pretty at all.”

“Good. I’ll buy you a better one.”

His eyes darkened. He bared his teeth like a cat about to strike, grasped the low neck in his fists and yanked. Thin cotton ripped as her breasts spilled out. Her nipples and pussy thrilled at his restrained violence.

Sam’s large, hot hands covered her breasts. He inhaled, eyes wide, and squeezed. She moaned at sensation far greater than when she touched herself. He played with her nipples, tugging on them, drawing the tips out almost to the point of pain before releasing them. He even made them jiggle, grinning like an eager boy.

“Damn shame you kept these beauties hidden for so long, Sophie.” He looked up. “You’re a fine-looking woman under all that prim and proper.”

He bent over and swallowed her breast. She arched at his hot mouth, pressing into him in encouragement. He drew back, flicking his tongue over her nipple. Then he nipped her. She gasped at the jolt to her pussy. A sly smile appeared. He released one breast to reach between her legs. His finger slid between her folds. She pressed her feet down, pushing into his hand. He nipped her again. She clenched her pussy around his finger, lifting her bottom higher, demanding more.

“Well, well,” he whispered. “Sophie does like a bit of pain with her pleasure. That’s good. We’ve got lots to teach you.” His fingers slid deeper. He touched something wonderful. She jerked, gasping. His low, satisfied chuckle filled the room. “Not tonight, but some day the Gibson men will have us some real fun.”

Panic made her chest tighten. She grabbed for him, able to catch only his hair.

“You’re not stopping now?”

He answered her with a kiss. It was too soft and gentle. She opened her mouth and thrust into his with her tongue. He groaned and took over, plunging deep at the same time his finger filled her tight channel. Suddenly he pulled back, gasping.

“I want to haul off my pants and fuck you so hard you scream my name.” His voice was rough, his words broken between breaths.

A spasm made her clench at his harsh words. Amos had been kind and considerate. He never did anything which might hurt her. It wasn’t enough. She wanted passion. Wanted a man so wild for her that he took her as hard as he wanted. She’d never used the word out loud, but she wanted to be fucked. By Sam. She opened her mouth to plead, but he placed a finger over her lips.

“I see that want in your eyes, Sophie. One day soon you’ll be taken hard. But you need some quiet loving first.” He kissed her nose and stood. “If I have my druthers, I’d stay in your bed until morning, but that won’t happen tonight.” He raised an eyebrow in warning. “Once you tell me yes, I won’t let you change your mind. If I’m in your bed, I stay there until I’m finished doing whatever I want.”

She panted, excited at his demand. She’d been wrong about him being too relaxed to do what she needed. She licked dry lips. His eyes flashed to them. “Oh, yes,” she groaned. Every part of her throbbed with need. So many nights she’d imagined passion, but never had she thought she could feel so alive.

His eyes widened. His nostrils flared. He leaned over until his eyes were inches from hers.

“Make sure you want it, Sophie. I’ll take you hard, any way I want.”

“Tell me,” she whispered softly.

Her eyes, wide and eager, urged Sam on. Her plump lips, north and south, begged for his touch. He gritted his teeth. Usually he wanted to pleasure a woman, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted to take. He wanted to haul out his cock and slam hard into that eager channel.

“First you’ll suck my cock.” His raw whisper filled the room. “Deep and hard, until I have to pull back before I explode. Then I’ll lick that sweet pussy of yours until you come in my mouth. After that I’ll take you every way I want.” He paused, staring intently at her. “I want my cock in your mouth, your pussy, and in your ass. All of you. All night.”

She shivered at his words. The pulse at her throat throbbed as fast as his heart.

“I want that, too.”

He nodded abruptly and stood. “When this assignment is over, I’ll have you every way. I’ll lay you on your back and make your head spin.”

“I’m on my back and my head is already spinning.”

She couldn’t have been clearer. His cock jumped, eager to escape his pants and fill her hot pussy. But it had been a long time for her. For both of them. He was more than ready, but a woman needed to be opened slowly, like a locked safe. He had the key, but the lock needed lubrication and a slow turning. The reward was that, once opened, her treasure belonged to him.

Her swollen lips glistened in welcome. He knelt on the cold floor and dropped his face between her legs. She tried to close her knees in a woman’s modesty, but he clamped his hands on her spread thighs. She’d do what he wanted tonight and learn that she wanted it just as much.

He inhaled her scent. His cock swelled, fighting to escape his pants. But if he released it, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Her glistening folds called to him. He looked past her dark curls. She looked hesitant as well as aroused.

“Play with your breasts,” he ordered.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play innocent, Sophie.” He gave her a warning look. “I know you touch yourself at night. Show me.”

She hesitantly touched her nipples. He gave a quick nod of approval and dropped his head for another look at the luscious woman spread out before him. Sophie McLeod might be the boss of her hotel, but tonight he was in charge. She liked that, no matter how much she might protest.

Max would take a strip off his hide for doing this, but at this point he didn’t care. His older brother was too hung up on rules. Allan Pinkerton was not going to fire them because Sam pleasured a very willing hotel owner. And he’d enjoy pleasuring her just as much as she’d enjoying receiving him.

He ripped open the rest of her nightgown. The harsh sound aroused him as much as the action. Sophie had her eyes closed, mouth partly open as she panted. One of her work-roughened hands was on each breast, gently squeezing. Generous breasts, easily large enough to share.

Max and Joshua would appreciate those breasts. If, that is, Max ever threw away his plans and took life by the horns. Or the balls in this case.

Pinkerton detectives never knew if the day would be their last. After Sam took a knife across his ribs while protecting Josh, he’d learned to give, and receive, pleasure when he could. Max, shot in the shoulder later that night, had learned from the same lesson. Unfortunately, he’d gone the opposite way, thinking that planning everything out would make his world right.

This little dalliance with Sophie would certainly make Sam feel right, and Sophie as well. He was harder than a fence pole in January, but Sophie was well primed. He’d start by giving her everything she could take. The next time they visited, she’d open herself fully to him. Maybe to both, or all three, of them.

Once more he inhaled the fragrance rising from the plump lips below, branding it on his mind. Sophie shifted, pushing her bottom up. The lamp glowed on her thighs, glistening and wet. Her busy fingers plucked her nipples. Later he’d suckle them with his cock inside her to the hilt. Right now he was going to suckle something even tastier. He kissed her soft inner thigh in a line leading directly to her core. He blew gently on her pussy. She opened her eyes, then gulped. But instead of refusing to allow him to touch her, she relaxed.

“Beth and the others say this can be wonderful if the man is skilled and patient.”

Caught swallowing, he choked. “They talked to you about this?”

She laughed. Her breasts jiggled, drawing his attention from her face. Lovely breasts, just the right size.

“Women, especially if they trust each other, talk about everything,” she said. “I could tell you stories about some of those valley ranchers…” She winked wickedly. “And if you do a good job, I won’t tell them about
you
.”

“You’ll be boasting about me in the morning,” he replied with determination. There was no way he was going to let a bunch of women think he gave anything less than their men.