Beauty and the Beasts [Bride Train 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

She shrugged. Her blouse slipped off her shoulders, slid down her arms, and landed on the floor. He choked and stared at her breasts. Her nipples tingled, crinkling under his intense stare. He held his shaking fists on his thighs. She could see him fight not to move.

“I’m sure,” she whispered. “Touch them.”

He raised his eyes, slowly. “If I do, I don’t know if I can stop. That’s why I backed off last time. I’m afraid if I lose control, I’ll hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, Sarah. Ever.”

She turned slightly to let her nipple brush against his shirt. He closed his eyes. A quiet moan escaped his lips.

“I know you’ll never hurt me. Let me show you how to please a woman.”

She held out her hand and took one step back. He licked his lips, but still didn’t move. She undid the one button which kept her skirt on. She wriggled her hips. Her skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in her stockings and boots. He groaned like an animal in deep pain. She opened her arms, waiting to hug him. Carefully, hesitantly, he came forward. He stopped with her breasts quivering a few inches from his hard stomach.

“Kiss me and make it better,” she whispered.

He set his hands on her waist. They spanned her, leaving only a few inches between his thumbs at her belly. He tightened his grip and lifted. She gasped when he raised her to his mouth. There was still at least an inch between them. He kissed her lightly on the belly, watching her reaction.

“Like this?”

“That’s a good start,” she said, gasping.

As if he was suddenly shy, he put her down and stepped back. He didn’t let go of her, however. She let her hands flow down his body to his waist.

She watched him as she brought her hands up to his shirt buttons. As he’d unbuttoned and folded his sleeves back, once she unbuttoned him, it only took a light push for his shirt to land on the floor.

Unlike Oz, Gabe had chest hair. She could barely see his tight nipples. A dark line ran from his chest to his pants, dividing his sheet of belly muscle in half. She stroked a finger down the line to his pants. He tightened his jaw.

She trailed her knuckles over the bulging fabric. His guttural groan shivered down her spine and around to her pussy. Eager to hold him, she worked the top button open. A dark head with one weeping eye pointed at her. The next button revealed a few more inches. She undid one more and traced the throbbing vein on one side with her finger. She finished his buttons and released his cock. He groaned again. She licked her finger and traced the vein again. Slowly.

When she reached the nest of dark curls she pushed his pants far enough down to let her see all of him. Her palm could barely cover his balls, held snug against his cock. She wrapped her hand around him, marveling at the smooth strength. Her fingers couldn’t touch her thumb, he was so thick. He was long as well, as she couldn’t cover him with both hands.

“Your cock is hot, just like I expect my pussy is.”

She walked backward, tugging his cock. He put his hands on her shoulders and guided her until her heels touched the edge of the mattress. She released his cock, and he guided her down until she set her bottom on the sheet-covered ticking. He moved so he wouldn’t create a shadow on her body. His eyes strolled past her breasts to her lower curls. Another drop seeped from his tip.

“Touch me and see if I’m ready. A woman gets hot and wet, just like a man.”

She leaned back on her elbows. She set her heels on the edge of the mattress and moved her knees far apart in invitation. He stared at her for a moment. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and inhaled again.

“Do all women smell so good?” he asked, his voice rough.

“I guess it depends on the woman, and what the man likes.”

He opened his eyes. “I like you, Sarah.”

“Show me how much.”

She sat up and reached for his cock again. He leaned forward so she could touch it. She ran his moisture over it with her hand, stroking him. He grimaced as if in extreme pain. She could tell he was close to exploding, yet was letting her explore. She lifted her wet fingers and put one in her mouth. Fresh, salty, with a bit of musk.

“You taste good,” she said.

“Can I…I mean—” He stared at her pussy, his intention clear.

“I’d like you to taste me.”

“Can I use my tongue instead of my finger?”

“Oh, yes, please.” She relaxed and opened for him.

He lay on the mattress in front of her. He put his hands under her thighs and lifted her pussy to his mouth. His strong tongue explored her folds, sliding in and around. She used a finger on her clit, rubbing it as he licked and sucked her. She knew she moaned, needing more of him than his tongue. He set her bottom down and rose to his knees, gasping.

“Oh, God, Sarah. I never imagined a woman could be like this.”

“I need you in me, Gabe Downey.”

His cock jerked at her demand. He set his hands on either side of her shoulders. She took him in both hands and guided his thick head toward her pussy.

“I think you can figure out the next part,” she said, and winked.

All the muscles in his neck stood out as he slowly pressed into her. His thick cock stretched her deliciously. Wanting more, she wrapped her legs around his thighs and encouraged him to go deeper. He did, pulsing an inch at a time.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said with a groan.

“You cock feels so good.” She gasped. “Go all the way.”

He surged forward until his balls touched her bottom. He dropped his head, chest heaving. She waited until he slowly pulled back out, and then in.

“Faster, and harder,” she said.

He sped up a bit, but was too gentle with her.

“More!”

He stared at her breasts. She grasped them and squeezed, pointing her nipples at him. He roared and, eyes wide, pounded hard. Her breasts shook every time he went deep, balls slapping her bottom. She tightened her legs, but his hips were too broad to give her the sensation she needed. She moved one hand to her clit and pinched it.

His eyes were like a bull, white surrounding the deep brown. She could feel her orgasm building. She arched her back. He changed angles and this time hit that spot right inside.

Once, twice,
yes!

She lifted her knees as the orgasm hit. It made him go even deeper, prolonging her ride. Suddenly he bellowed and erupted. A few more wonderful strokes and his rhythm broke. He shuddered. He held himself above her for a moment, quivering.

She relaxed on her back and stretched, all tension gone. His chest heaved and drops of sweat ringed his forehead.

“You look very proud of yourself,” she said. She smiled lazily up at him. “And you should be. That was pretty good for your first time.”

“Thank you.” He fought for breath. “And you look like a cat after she’s had a dish of cream.” Holding himself up with one arm, he placed a hand on her breast. “Next time I want to pay some attention to these ladies.” He bent over and took her nipple in his mouth. He watched her, eyes smiling, as he tongued the tip.

“Next time?” She swallowed.

He let her nipple pop out of her mouth. It sat up, wet and hard.

“I’m not going without now that I know how good this is.”

“Smart man. When do you think you’ll be ready again?”

“Now.” He backed up. His cock slipped out of her. It was still hard. “I want you to ride my cock like a horse. That way you can do the work while I play with those lovely breasts.”

He stood up. She watched him flex and bend as he undid his boots and took them off. His pants followed, tossed to the side. His kept his eyes, so warm and inviting, on her the whole time. A sheen of moisture covered the parts of him without hair. Gorgeous, in a manly way. She’d seen Gillis MacDougal in only a kilt and boots. He had red fur compared to Gabe’s soft, dark fuzz.

“Luke and I had the same tutors, but I always learned faster. Let’s see how much you can teach me before morning.”

She stood up to give him room. He lay on his back and beckoned. His eyes caressed her from head to foot. His mouth curved up in a satisfied smile, then he frowned.

“What’s that mark on your hip? It looks like a burn.”

She backed away, covering the mark with her hand.

“Sarah? Don’t run away. Someone hurt you, didn’t they?”

Her throat was so tight she couldn’t speak. She jerked her head in a nod.

“Show me, so I can kiss it better.”

She shook her head. “It’s already healed,” she croaked.

“The skin may be, but it’s still raw inside you if you’re that afraid of me seeing it.” He beckoned to her. “Please.”

This was Gabe. He would make it better. Though her heart pounded with dread, she shuffled forward. He got to his knees and held out his arms. She walked into them. He laid his head on her breasts and hugged her.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

She concentrated on sifting her fingers through his shaggy dark brown hair. Softer than she expected, thick and full.

“It’s a brand. A burn.” She pressed her lips together for a moment. Did she tell him the whole truth, or something more easy to accept? “Mr. Isaac likes to mark the women he’s been with.”

Gabe’s grip tightened for a moment. He sat with his feet crossed and pulled her into his lap. She faced right, with her left hip out and facing the lamp. His heart pounded against her. His hoarse breathing filled her ears.

“Did he do…anything more?”

“He didn’t rape me, if that’s what you’re asking. But he beat me.” She leaned her head against his broad chest. “No one had ever hit me before,” she said quietly.

“I’ll kill him.”

She shook her head. “You can’t.”

He pulled back to look at her. His eyes, bright with what must be unshed tears, burned into hers.

“Someone already killed the bastard?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m going to kill him myself.”

He startled, and then laughed. He pulled her tight against him. “Good for you!” He suddenly flipped her over, bottom up. She squawked, but he easily held her. “Hush. I’m going to kiss it better.” He traced the capital ‘I’ with his little finger. “Imagine that I’m taking it all away. All the burning, the pain, and the fear. You’re free of him Sarah. We’re here now. Me, and Luke, and Oz. He’ll never, ever, harm you again.”

She tried to believe him, but it was hard. She remembered the terror of wearing that eyeless mask, unable to face her attacker. He’d stalk her, moving around the room and making sudden noises to make her jump after telling her not to move a muscle, just so he could punish her for disobeying him.

Thanks to Rosa and Lily she realized later that it wasn’t her fault. No matter what she did, or didn’t do, he would do whatever he chose. She had no power, no voice, no name, and no soul. She was nothing but a body to be used. The brand he burned into her had sealed that night of terror, humiliation, shame, and pain into her forever.

“I can’t ever get rid of it.”

He continued tracing the letters, again and again.

“This?” He tapped her right on the spot. “This is just a burn mark, Sarah. Something that you got when you bathed by the kitchen fire. You bent over and your hip touched the edge of stove, leaving a mark. It hurt, but it healed and you learned to be more careful.”

She shook her head. “Every time I see it, it reminds me of that horrible night.”

Gabe touched her chin and turned her face until they were eye to eye, only a few inches apart.

“No, Sarah. All that mark needs to remind you about is not getting too close to a hot stove. End of story.”

He maneuvered her around so he could kiss the spot again. She was fourteen inches shorter and half his weight so he lifted her effortlessly. He was big and strong enough to do whatever he wanted with her, but he was nothing like Isaac. Gabe cared about her as a person. To Isaac she was little more than a piece of meat.

“Now I’m going to give you some better memories. Because if I have anything to say about it, you’re going to be naked a lot.” He lay back on the bed, steadying her with his hands on her hips. “Climb on for the ride of your life, cowgirl. I want to see those gorgeous breasts bouncing as you ride my cock. I want tasty nipples in my mouth when you lean over.”

Just like that, her heart lightened. The mark wasn’t gone, but the shame was far less. She’d not been destroyed by Isaac that night. She’d been shown how much she valued her life, how much she wanted to share her body with those she cared about, and how much pleasure they could give each other.

She lifted her foot high and stepped over his chest, making sure he got an eyeful. He choked, but his cock, stiff and thick, didn’t waver.

“I think I’m a bull rider instead of a cowgirl,” she said. “That cock of yours is big enough for a bull.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Is it too big for you?”

She laughed. “The only thing that might be too big about you, Gabe Downey, is your heart. This fella is the perfect size.”

His face cleared, and he grinned up at her. She knelt over him and dangled her breasts. He grasped them and guided her as she slowly settled onto his cock. She took her time, rising and falling, tantalizing them both.

“You know where my clit is?”

“Not yet,” he said, “but if it feels good for you, I want to learn all I can.”

“Very good answer.” She took his thumb and placed it on the right spot. “This part of me is very sensitive, like the head of your cock. Let’s see if you can make it sit up and beg. And if you’re a good student, I’ll let your tongue find it as well.”

He rotated his thumb, jolting her to the core.

“Did that moan mean I’m doing this right?”

“You’d better do that again,” she said, gasping, “just to make sure.”

“Damn, if that’s Luke, I’m heading for home.”

Gabe peered at the horse coming down the mountain toward him. He relaxed when the man pulled off his hat and red hair spilled out.

“Looks like our chat ended just in time, Blue,” he said to his horse. It flicked an ear as Oz’s horse trotted closer.

“You ready to talk to a human, or are you still telling secrets to Blue?” Oz slapped his hat on again and grinned up at Gabe.