TheSurrenderofLacyMorgan (24 page)

“Damn, so good,” Quinn growled in her ear, apparently
enjoying his partner’s tongue as much as she.

Had he felt it before? With Dakota?

As much as the thought surprised her, it also ratcheted up
her own lust fever, sending her spiraling upward.

Each man cupped one of her breasts, pulling and rolling the
nipple, knowing this would heighten her pleasure, take her closer to the edge.
She needed…

“More.”

Turning her face to seek out Quinn’s lips, she slid her hand
down to cup Dakota’s head, pressing him in tighter.

Quinn swept his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the way his
cock thrust into her body. He murmured his growing desire as he bucked beneath
her while Dakota held her imprisoned with his hands and mouth, keeping her from
flying off when the spasms hit.

Like a fine-tuned violin string, they plucked her climax
from her body, holding her taut between them until every last note of the chord
was wrung from her body.

Then they switched tactics.

Dakota released his lips from her pussy, sliding his hard
body up hers, the friction sending sensation exploding through her body again.

“Oh God, I can’t…”

“You can’t what?” Quinn asked, releasing his hold on her
breast and hip to slip his fingers between them and tease her as he pumped in
and out of her more, faster.

“I can’t…take…” Another moan escaped her as Dakota trailed
his lips across her stomach, up her chest, then latched on to the side of her
neck just below her gold collar.

“You can’t take what, darlin’?” Quinn plucked her pleasure
nub with his fingers while the other hand caressed her where his cock stretched
and filled her.

“I can’t…take…anymore,” she blurted out as another spasm
ripped through her body.

“Yes, you can, pet,” Dakota whispered against her lips just
before claiming them, swirling his tongue with hers in a mating dance. The tangy
sweetness of her own climax on his tongue and lips sent her senses higher, the
pure decadence of tasting her own pleasure making her want more, to please
these two men in every way possible.

As her body once again relaxed, Dakota moved to the side
until he knelt next to her face, his hands gripping her head, fingers entwined
in her hair. She opened her eyes and mouth to protest, only to have him rub the
head of his cock against her lips.

“Open wider, pet.”

“Suck him, Lacy. Let both of us find release in you,” Quinn
whispered, then rolled his tongue over the curves of her ear.

Pleasure shot through her.

Could she do less for them?

Her gaze locked on Dakota’s deep, soulful brown eyes, she
opened to let the head slide between her lips. She suckled on it, taking it
deeper each time.

“Yes. So warm, so wet.” Dakota’s voice took on a jagged edge
and he gripped her head tighter, taking control as he stroked faster.

Quinn matched his rhythm with Dakota’s.

A cock thrusting in her mouth at the same time another filled
her pussy. Their fingers plucking her nipples, teasing her pussy. Driving her
to the brink once more.

“Come for us, darlin’.”

Quinn’s command was all it took for another spasm, the
hardest she’d ever felt, to rip through her. Her moan hummed, muffled by Dakota’s
cock, which spasmed and spurted into her throat.

“Fuck yes!” he growled as he held her head pressed tight to
his groin.

While they both exploded, Quinn thrust hard into her,
holding her tight as his body erupted inside hers.

* * * * *

Damn, what a whore!

He fisted his rod as he watched her take the two men into
her body. This close, he could hear the slap of cocks against flesh and the
moans of pleasure above the rushing of the river over the rocks near them.

Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to be one of them right now.

He could shoot them both and take their place, but his own
cock ached to come. And besides, why risk being killed before he enjoyed their
show?

His hand moved faster as he watched the trio act out their
sin along the riverbank.

The Indian groaned as he came in her mouth. She swallowed it
all as the other came in her cunt.

Another stroke and he closed his eyes.

His balls tightened.

Yes! His cum shot out and oozed over his hand.

A few minutes to enjoy the feeling, then he wiped his hand
and cock with his kerchief. He eased himself back in his britches, then
carefully moved back into the trees, careful not to make a sound.

They’d be near the valley in another two days. He’d have to
make his move before then. As soon as they left her alone, she was his.

The vision of her on all fours, being taken like a bitch in
heat, filled his mind. Yeah, she’d be his all right.

* * * * *

In the aftermath of their pleasure, Lacy lay sprawled half
on top of Quinn, dragging air into her lungs and willing her heart to slow to
its normal pace. Dakota lay curled beside them, stroking one side of her face
while Quinn stroked her back.

She laid her hands on their chests, feeling their hearts
pound as erratically as hers. At least she knew they’d been as affected as she
by the experience.

“Darlin’, that was beautiful.”

“You were magnificent, pet.”

Cherished.

Despite how wantonly she’d responded to them both using her
body, at this very moment she felt cherished. How could they make her feel like
that when she knew they’d punish her for her crimes when this was all over?

A chill slithered over her body and she shuddered.

“We’d best get you dressed,” Quinn said.

He slipped out of her body then lifted her up to Dakota, who
helped her off the boulder to stand on wobbly legs.

“We’ll make camp further up the trail.” Quinn slid down the
boulder to stand beside her as Dakota headed for the horses.

So much for cherished. They’d used her for their pleasure
and were through with her. It was just a practice session for what Quinn had
planned in the valley. Keeping her gaze focused on his boots, she struggled
into her camisole, managing to tie the strings with shaky fingers and fight
back the tears.

He didn’t move.

She grabbed her shirt from the boulder and forced her arms
into the sleeves.
Damn tears.
She wouldn’t let him see her cry. Two
buttons were in their fasteners before her fingers quit working.

“Here. Let me.” Quinn pushed her hands aside then slid the
next button through the hole, the sides of his hands brushing against her sensitive
nipples.

“Are you ever going to look at me?”

“Is that a command?” Damn, she couldn’t keep the hurt and
anger out of her voice.

“No. Not everything between us is a command-obey situation.
But the more you react to me without thinking, the safer we’ll all be in the
valley.” He buttoned the last few buttons.

“I know that. It’s just so…” She struggled for the right
word.

“Intense?”

“Yes. And I’ve never reacted so strongly to any other man,
let alone two. And out in the open where anyone can see.”

He slipped his hand under her chin and lifted until she
looked up into his blue eyes. “Not even the coyote who stole your virginity?”

She blinked. “How did you know?”

“From the moment I touched you in your cabin back in Beaver
Run, I knew two things. You were sexy as hell and you didn’t have the first
clue about how to use it.” He leaned in and captured her lips with his. A slow,
gentle tasting. No expectation, just comfort and caring. Then he broke the
kiss, his lips lingering just a second longer near hers.

“And right now you think what the three of us just had was
only an act preparing you for the valley. You’re wrong.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No. While Dakota and I have shared a woman, it’s never been
like this.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t help the smile that lifted the corners of
her lips.

He smiled back. “Yeah. Oh.”

“You two ready to head out?” Dakota stopped the horses a few
feet away. “The sooner we get to camp, the sooner we get to eat.”

Quinn helped her mount, then leaned in closer. “He’s always
hungry after sex.”

Dakota grinned openly. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“So, when do I get to hear Ian’s story?” she asked as they
started up the trail.

Quinn laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth.
“The duke is apparently the world’s most inept pickpocket. Cap was over in New
Orleans, taking a prisoner there for trial. He was out walking just before dark
when this dirty, half-starved kid tried to pick his pocket.”

“What did he do?” She knew even before she asked. Cap
sounded like the kind of man she’d always dreamed her father might’ve been.
Someone strong and filled with honor. She wished she could meet him before they
took her to prison and thank him for raising such good men.

“Well, Cap bought him a meal, then took him to jail for the
night.” Dakota took up the tale. “Ian said it scared him, but not as much as
his time on the ship he’d come from England had. So the next morning Cap offers
him a deal. Tells him he can rot in a New Orleans prison or come to his ranch
and learn about ranching like the rest of his boys.”

“So he chose the better deal.”

Quinn shrugged. “The duke may be a lousy thief and an
arrogant prick, but he’s not stupid. Once we knocked some of the stuffiness out
of him, he turned out to be okay. He even studied law with one of the local
judges.”

“He’s a lawyer?”

“Nope. Says he wanted to know about the law so he can go
back and reclaim his title from the uncle who had him kidnapped and imprisoned
on that ship years ago.”

She smiled over at Dakota. “Three lawmen, a rancher and a
lawyer. All once orphans. Your Cap was a good role model. He must be very proud
of y’all.”

His smile disappeared and he shot a look over her head at
Quinn.

She turned to see his face as cold and hard as the day
they’d first ridden into Beaver Run.

“He was.”

“Was?” A sense of foreboding settled in her stomach.

“He died last fall.”

Lacy stopped her horse. “What was Cap’s name?”

Please, God, don’t let him say it.
But she already
knew his answer.

“Captain Anson McCarthy.”

“The marshal killed during the robbery,” she whispered, the
safety she’d been feeling in their presence suddenly shattering around her.

Quinn stopped his horse beside hers and faced her, pain
etched in the fine lines around his lips and in the depth of his ice-blue eyes.
“He’d gotten a tip that the gang he’d been tracking would hold up the bank in
Cheyenne. He didn’t wait for us to return from Santa Fe. He went alone.”

“I…I didn’t…know.” Dear God, if they knew what she’d done
they’d never forgive her.

“He walked into a trap. Someone set him up to die. And I
mean to make everyone responsible pay.”

The anger on his face froze her on the spot while his words
tore straight though her. She was numb from head to toe.

Quinn maneuvered his horse around again and rode up the
trail, leaving her and Dakota staring after him.

“Crazy bastard,” Dakota muttered.

Slack-jawed, Lacy turned to stare at Dakota. “Why’d you call
him that?”

Dakota watched Quinn ride ahead, his shoulders set in that
angry, stubborn way he had. Then he motioned for Lacy to follow Quinn.

She shook her head. “Not until you tell me why you think
he’s crazy.”

“Because he blames himself for Cap’s death, that’s why.”

“But he’s not. How can he even think that?” She finally
nudged her horse forward.

“As the oldest, he’s always been the protector. He was the
one who took on anyone picking a fight with us at school or in town.”

They traveled up the trail a few minutes.

“And he believes he’s supposed to protect everyone,
including your father?”

“He’s faster on the draw than any of us, even Cap. And a
deadlier aim. If we hadn’t been down in Santa Fe helping Nicco chase down some
cattle rustlers, we might’ve been with Cap and prevented the ambush.”

“But it was an ambush. Devil wanted to kill the marshal. If
you’d been there, you would’ve been killed too.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. But Cap didn’t have a chance without us,
and it’s eating Quinn alive.”

“I’m so sorry.” Lacy nudged her horse to move faster up the
trail.

The sorrow and pain in her voice struck a nerve. Quinn was
right. She took unusual responsibility and guilt for her minor role in the
robbery and Cap’s murder.

Why?

What did she know that she wasn’t telling them? For that
matter, why was Devil sending out men to look for her? What did she have that
he wanted? Besides her luscious body?

He watched her ride ahead of him as they caught up with
Quinn. A fat raindrop hit the brim of his hat then spilled down onto his gloved
hand holding the leather rein, followed by another.

“Starting to rain,” he yelled ahead to Quinn. “There’s a
couple of stone outcroppings further up the trail.”

Quinn nodded his understanding.

All too quickly the heavens opened up as if the weather were
trying to tell them trouble lay in their future.

Chapter Twelve

“You shouldn’t blame yourself, you know,” Lacy said, coming
to stand beside Quinn as he watched the rain pour outside the stone overhang
they’d found the night before.

Quinn continued to stare out into the gray morning,
remembering how she’d felt pressed up against him during the cold night. He’d
wanted nothing more than to plant himself inside her and pump them both to
climax again. But he’d resisted. Not because she wouldn’t want it. With or
without him exerting his dominant side and her need to surrender, he knew she
wanted him, would always accept him.

No, she was barely healed from the cougar attack. They’d
nearly exhausted her by the river earlier in the day. In fact, they’d pushed
her past what most people could endure.