Beauty and the Beasts [Bride Train 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (36 page)

“They are very interested in the man calling himself Mr. Isaac. They’ve been chasing him, or someone like him, all the way from the East. There’s a trail of murdered women who all have a certain brand on their left hip.”

“Just the one brand?”

Oz winced at Luke’s question. He shot a look at Sarah. “I’m trying to keep things light here.”

“It can’t be worse than anything I heard while I was locked up,” she replied.

“You sure you want to hear this?”

“No, but say what we need to know.”

“The only thing the women had in common was the one brand. Some had other…burns, and many had broken bones and, ah, injuries.” Oz rubbed his hands over his face, grimaced, and leaned forward. “He needs killing, in the worst way. I said Ross MacDougal might be interested in talking with them about his bit of difficulty. It was a while ago, but there might be a connection. Those types tend to find each other. They’re worse than jackals. They work together to get what they want, and then kill to keep it all and destroy the evidence.”

Oz stood up and hauled Sarah from her chair. He sat and held her close. “Hold me, angel. Just thinking about those sons-a-bitches touching you, Molly, or any other woman or child, makes me hurt to the bone.”

She held him, for her sake as well as his. After a few moments she leaned back. She looked at Gabe and Luke. She wanted to change the mood. It was almost her wedding night, and she had three men who loved her.

“You want help getting rid of those nasty thoughts so we can all sleep?”

The sudden silence was tense for a second before their arousal hit.

“Sleep?” Gabe’s eyes devoured her. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping much tonight.”

The quick orgasm she’d had with Luke was a distant memory. A trickle of awareness, one which hadn’t even gone out while she was away for two days, increased to a thin stream.

“We got plans for you, angel,” said Oz. His eyes seemed to look through her thick cotton nightgown.

“I’m going to prove your husband is also your best man,” said Luke confidently.

“Not yet,” said Gabe.

“Yeah, we decided to draw straws to see who got you first.” Oz winked at her.

She could feel Oz’s erection under bottom. Her breathing sped up.

Gabe went to the counter. He kept his back to them for a minute, and then turned. He held three small sticks in his hand. The ends, all the same height, poked up from behind his palm. He held it out to Oz, and then Luke. Both men hid their straws.

“Hold them out at the count of three,” said Gabe. “One, two, three!”

Sarah looked from one to the other.

“They all look the same length,” she said. She frowned at Gabe. “What does that mean?”

He tossed aside the stick and leaned toward her.

“It means, sweetheart, that you win.”

She gulped at the look of desire he shone at her. “How?”

“You get all three of us, at once.”

Though Luke had exploded with the biggest damn orgasm of his life less than an hour ago, he was harder than he could believe possible. Sarah lay across both mattresses. Butt naked. She smiled as she rolled onto her back and stretched out her arms and legs.

“I said it before, and I’ll be sayin’ it for years.” Oz stared at Sarah. “You have one fine ass, woman!” He turned to Luke. “I wouldn’t want to try it now since she took both of us just last night, but give her a day or two and you’ll find out just how sweet she is!”

Luke had never imagined he’d be sharing his wife with anyone. But then, he never knew that a wife could laugh freely, could lie there like a courtesan, begging him with her eyes to join her. And what the hell was he doing waiting?

He stripped off the pants he’d quickly tossed on before Gabe and Oz broke in on them. Sarah pointed at his cock and widened her eyes.

“Oh, my! Is that for me?” She laughed, her smile wicked and wanting. “I want it, now!”

He laughed freely for the first time in how many years? It didn’t matter. This was his new life, the only one that mattered. He knelt on the mattress and moved forward, his cock bobbing before him. Sarah gripped him with both hands and licked her lips.

“Can I have all of it this time?”

“You can have anything you want from me, Sarah,” he said. He brushed her hair off her face. “No matter what, when, or how. I’m yours, forever.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she opened her mouth and guided him in. God! She was hot, and wet, and the edges of her teeth rasped along his cock like nothing he’d ever felt before. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her enjoying him. He had more control this time, but it was rapidly going out the window as her tongue flicked over him.

She groaned and the vibrations sent a wave to his balls. He turned his head to see what caused it. Oz’s red hair tickled her belly. He looked up for an instant, his face shiny with her juices, winked, and went back to work. A shoulder bumped him. Gabe, eagerly working on her breasts.

Her small, warm hand tightened on his sac. He watched and enjoyed as she massaged them, rolling them in his sac. She pressed her tongue into the eye of his cock, swallowed the head, and dragged her teeth as she pulled him out. He clenched his fists and hissed.

Oz growled something and changed position. Gabe moved back as Oz entered her in one long stroke. His expression was so intense he glared. She still held Luke’s cock tight in her hand as Oz pulled back and penetrated her. Whenever he plunged forward, her fingers rode Luke’s cock. He watched, amazed, as she gripped him with her hand, and wrapped her legs around Oz’s back.

“Ah!”

She inhaled the word and froze for a second. Even with Oz in the way, erupting in his own release, Luke saw the deep pink flush that rose from her belly, over her breasts, and up her face. Her nipples poked up, hard and wet.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, exhaling. “More!”

Gabe pulled a laughing Oz out of the way. He lifted Sarah’s legs, pulling up her bottom, and rested them on his shoulders. He held himself up on his arms and slid into place, giving her a different angle. She moaned and released Luke to touch her breasts. Whatever Gabe did, she thought it was good.

“Damn, she’s some special woman!” Oz knelt beside Luke, a half-assed grin on his face and a half-erect cock still throbbing. Oz caught Luke’s eye and his grin turned cold. “I love this woman more than life. If you do anything to hurt her,” he growled, too low for Sarah to hear, “you’d better be long gone before I find out, or you’re dead.”

If Luke had a reply, it would have been lost in Gabe’s bellow, louder than a bull moose in rut. Sarah screamed right after, thrashing her arms and rolling her head.

* * * *

Sarah lay on Luke’s chest. After Gabe and Oz had proved they hadn’t forgotten how to please her, they’d tidied her up and gone out to do the evening chores. Luke was quiet, staring at the ceiling. His hand massaged her in circles from her bottom to her shoulder, and back again. His cock was hard, yet he did nothing but hold her.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

“About us? Never,” he replied. He gave her a quick kiss on her head and looked at the ceiling again.

“About sharing me with Gabe and Oz. Gabe’s been your friend all your life, but you’ve only known Oz a few years.”

“I’ve known you only a few weeks and I can’t see living without you.” He pulled back to look at her face full on. “About as long as you’ve known us. Yet you’re willing to become part of us.”

She bit her lip. “You didn’t answer my question.”

He hugged her tight and sighed. “I’ve dreamed since I became a man, about having children. A wife was part of the picture, but not a big part. You were right about me. Too self-absorbed to notice the women around me were more than dresses filled with comfort, or hands and feet to serve me.”

“I’ll take that as an apology,” she said, and poked a finger in his ribs.

He laughed and caught her finger, as she hoped he would. He kissed it and then placed her hand on his chest, holding it there with his own.

“You’re a complex woman, Sarah. Strong, determined, and ornery.” He held her hand tight so she couldn’t get it away and poke him again. “If it makes you happy to have three of us at your beck and call, doing whatever we can to make your life, and ours, the best it can be, then I’ll be satisfied.”

“Just satisfied?”

When he smiled down at her like that, she melted. “When I’m holding you like this, all alone, I feel like my life could never get better.”

He rolled over, taking her with him. She ended up with half of him leaning on her, as he rested one hip on the mattress. He brushed her hair back from her face and gazed at her tenderly. “When I found out that Gabe kept me alive even after this”—he touched his colorful nose—“I wanted to die. I know it’s hideous, but—”

“But it’s you. And I’d not change your face one bit.” She smiled up at him. “I was right, you know. Gabe did straighten your nose with one of his punches, but this shade of yellowish green is not your best color.”

“Oh? And what color of me do you like best?”

She pulled her hand free, brushed her fingers down his chest, loving the way she made him shiver. She grasped his cock, hard once again. “This has a nice shade, but I have to look at it more closely to be sure.”

He rolled again, so she was on top.

“Take your time.” He put his hands behind his head, giving her permission to explore his body.

She knelt behind his hips and examined his cock. “Hmm. Yes, this part is a nice dark color.” She caught a drop with her finger and ran it over the bulbous head. “And I like this part.” She grasped his shaft. “But I really like this.” She raised herself up, moved forward, and settled down on him.

“You can’t see what color I am now.”

“Not that part of you, but the important parts still show.” She began moving, nice and slow, stirring up the fires that had barely been banked. “I can see your eyes watching me, and your lips smiling.”

He raised his hands and cupped her breasts, expertly catching her nipples with his thumbs.

“Oh, that’s very nice.”

She heard deep voices arguing as they came closer, but didn’t change rhythm. They’d all have to get used to each other, and that meant whoever was making love was too busy to be interrupted. That was one rule she’d set right off.

“Well, look at that. Someone’s having a good ride,” said Oz.

He strolled into the room, shedding clothes. Gabe winked at her and did the same.

Correction to the rule. They could interrupt if they wanted to help. Oz bent over and kissed her, his lips and tongue demanding. She pulled back, and he released her. He held his cock, watching her please herself.

Sarah pushed her feet out to land deeper on Luke. He moved his hands to her waist, guiding her as she rose and fell on him. Gabe knelt behind her. He nipped her bottom, following each small sting with a long kiss. She leaned forward and rested her hands on Luke’s chest, pressing her clit against his groin.

She lost track of Oz when she closed her eyes to the warm room, hot hands, pussy full of cock, clit aroused and shooting pleasure. She wanted to take all night, riding him into morning, but her fuse was short from all the earlier attention.

She leaned forward, curving her back to grind her clit. She tensed when a finger entered her bottom.

“Shh, it’s Gabe,” came the deep voice from behind her. “You feel so smooth inside your ass. My finger slips right in.” He pressed another finger in and moved them in a way that sent a zing into her clit. He chuckled. “Thought you’d like that. I can’t wait to put my cock here, Sarah.” He pressed deeper, rubbing his fingers against the thin barrier. “You feel this, Luke?”

“That you fingering my cock, Gabe?” Luke laughed. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”

“I won’t be stopping ’til this little lady comes for the last time tonight.”

Luke suddenly choked. He pulled her forward and kissed her frantically. She hunched down, belly as close as she could get. It wasn’t enough. Keeping her mouth on Luke’s lips, she lifted her bottom and pumped forward and back, scraping against him.

Another hand reached for her breast. “Go. Fly like the angel you are.”

It was all she needed. She erupted, surrounded, filled, loved by her three men. She heard groans and shouts, and didn’t know, or care, who made them. She collapsed onto Luke, gasping and crying and laughing.

It seemed like hours before anyone moved. Sarah relaxed, secure in the arms of her men. The loving was wonderful, but the love made everything worthwhile. If she had married the man she thought she was in love with, she’d never have known this deep, forever love.

“Damn, I don’t know if I can take forty years of this,” wheezed Luke.

Deep laughter came from both sides of her. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and sat up. She looked left, at Oz, and right, at Gabe. Straight ahead was Luke.

“I love you,” she said. “All of you.”

Three different men smiled up at her. Gabe looked content just to watch her. Oz grinned as if eager to grab and tickle her. Luke’s wink pulled at his scar. To others, they were beasts. But they were everything to her.

* * * *

Luke had to insist on his rights as Sarah’s husband before he got his partners to move. They complained about the lack of ceremony, but finally Sarah snuggled her round bottom into his groin. His cock struggled to react, but he’d need an hour or two to recover. He reached his right arm over her and cupped her left breast. She sighed as deeply as he. It just felt…right.

He closed his eyes so he couldn’t see Oz and Gabe grinning at him. All he wanted was to hold Sarah, the woman who would soon be his wife.

His life was nothing like he expected growing up, but the war and its aftermath had changed everything. Each of them had lost their families, but they’d gained one far stronger. Love and a hell of a lot of hard work would be needed to turn their ranch into something they could proudly pass down to their children,

He slid his hand from Sarah’s soft breast, to her belly. A child could be growing inside her right now. His chest tightened. He shuddered a breath and pressed his eyes tight to stop the tears. Children meant a future. Not the one he’d arrogantly planned, but one all four of them would share.