Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Lawmen [The Lost Collection] (Siren Menage Everlasting) (14 page)

Amanda wasted no more time, the sight of Warren’s cock sinking into Adam’s ass so arousing she had to have more of them. Sliding beneath them and angling herself just so, she wrapped her hand around Adam’s cock and brought it to her mouth.

“Oh, yes. Oh, God…so good.” Adam’s voice, deep and racked with emotion, stirred Amanda’s heart.

“You always feel so damn good around my cock,” Warren said.

 
Above her, Warren pulled back, then pressed forward again. She began to shiver inside, the emotion and the sensations twining together within her. Adam’s cock tasted as good as Warren’s, and she wondered if she could pleasure him enough so that he would give her his seed this way.

“Can’t leave you out,” Adam said.

Amanda didn’t understand what he meant. Leave her out? She felt as if she were in the very center of this nirvana, as if Warren’s slowly thrusting cock was inside of
her
.

Adam changed his position just slightly, his chest and head lowering even closer to the bed and, Amanda soon realized, closer to her. Warm, wet, Adam’s tongue found her woman flesh, his lips open and questing over her slit.

Her hips rolled, and in the next instant, her arousal exploded as rapture burned her, inside and out. Warren shouted, and Adam grunted, his hips thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth as it began to quiver and pulse. Stream after stream of hot, pungent cream hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed even as her own convulsions went on and on and she lost all sense of time and space.

Weakened, shaking, Amanda huddled between the two men when they gathered her close, their heat sustaining her. The inferno of passion had branded each of them, and Amanda knew she would never be the same again.

Chapter 12

Colin hated everything about the frontier. He hated the open spaces, the rough trails, and the endless sunshine. He hated the chill of the night, the smell of campfire, and the fact that he slept each night on the hard ground with just two thin blankets for a bed.

He especially hated his traveling companions.

Bodine and his two minions likely hadn’t even heard of soap and water, let alone ever used them. They chewed tobacco and spit and talked of nothing but stealing and drinking and fucking.

Colin didn’t consider himself a soft man. Yes, he knew that’s how Bodine and his men saw him. They were willing to take him where he needed to go with the promise of gold at the end of the journey. He couldn’t trust them, and if the trail they were on actually led to the Confederate gold, he figured he’d have to kill them on the spot once they found it because they sure as hell would try to kill him.

“Here. It’s ready. You want to eat some?”

The crackle of the fire, orange light dancing about seemed a fitting backdrop for the skinny little Ira. Colin thought perhaps the man was Satan incarnate. Especially at this moment as he extended a stick toward him, a hunk of charred rattlesnake smoking at the end of it.

“Best take it. That’s good eatin’. When we get to Denison, you can buy yourself a fancy steak. Here on the trail, we eat what we catch.” Bodine said that around a mouthful of snake.

Colin hesitated one more moment, then reached for the meat. His first instinct was to refuse. But he saw the others eating and he knew it was going to be another day before they reached civilization again—or what passed for civilization in Texas.

The meat felt crunchy in his mouth, and his stomach settled the instant he realized it didn’t taste as vile as he’d been afraid it would.

“Tastes like chicken,” Bodine said.

Colin made a note not to eat any Texas chicken.

The only good thing about this entire journey so far was the coffee Porter brewed over the fire. Pouring himself a cup of that coffee now, the strong smoky flavor of it washed down the rest of the snake.

“We’ll be in Denison by tomorrow. Near as I can figure, we’re maybe a day behind them. They’re not riding all that fast, likely on account of the woman. Never did meet pussy that could ride, horse or man, worth a good God damn.”

“Always a mistake to bring a female out on the trail,” Ira said. “Can’t keep up. Course, if you’re fucking her, I guess that’s something. Likely Kendall and that lawyer cousin of his been taking turns fucking your missus, there, Baker.”

“You’re just jealous, Ira. It’s been so long since you fucked a woman, I bet your prick is all shriveled up from lack of use,” Porter said.

Bodine laughed at this, sliding a sly look Colin’s way.

Bastards are trying to get me all riled up
.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I told you I don’t care about her. You can do what you want with the whore when we catch up with them.”

“Likely be tomorrow. Can’t imagine a fancy Eastern lady will have been happy spending a week out on the trail to begin with. If they’ve a mind to ride further, Kendall will probably have to carry her away from the luxuries of that there Katy Hotel.”

“They got them a nice bordello in Denison,” Porter said. “If your dick isn’t all shriveled up, Ira, you and me can go get us some pussy tomorrow night.”

“Where do you figure they’re headed after Denison?” Colin asked. He might be able to leave Bodine and his men to their drinking and whore mongering and find another guide. If Bodine thought their quarry were going to hop the train to another city, hell Colin could follow them there himself.

He
hated
these God-cursed heathens.

“Charley didn’t say. He just overheard Kendall and that lawyer discussing buying enough to get to Denison and then resupplying there. We’ll ask around. Somebody who sold ’em something there will likely know.”

Porter and Ira fed more wood onto the fire. Colin grabbed his blanket, wrapped it around himself. The other one he’d folded into a square to pad the ground beneath him. Hunkering down, he got as comfortable as possible. He’d fill his thoughts with the life he would lead once that gold was in his hands. He’d done some reading and asking about. Estimates put the value of that shipment upwards of a half a million dollars.

A man could spend the rest of his life living like a king on that kind of money. His companions broke off their teasing and talking once they saw he’d settled down for the night, ignoring them. Before long, the raucous sound of snores filled the air.

Colin decided he’d buy the best feather mattress known to man and build a house large enough he’d never hear anyone snore again.

And maybe he’d give that whore a taste of his fists for making him go through this hell just to claim what was his by rights.

* * * *
  

“That was wonderful.” Amanda couldn’t recall the last time she’d eaten so much at a single meal. The food in this restaurant had been delicious, but likely her recent physical activities could account for her having such a huge appetite.

She’d had a brief nap after the bath and love making earlier and had awakened famished. Night had fallen, although she couldn’t see that many stars. She wondered if the sky had clouded or not.

“Rain coming,” Adam said.

She could smell it in the air as well. “Good thing, then, that we’ll have a roof over our heads tonight,” Amanda said. She fought her grin as she slid a look first to Adam and then to Warren.

“Yep. Good thing.” Warren’s agreement sounded suspiciously restrained, as if he was fighting laughter.

“I’ve been thinking.” They’d just passed a store that advertised work clothes for men, and Amanda stopped walking to look in the window.

“You do that a lot, and I, for one, highly approve,” Adam said.

“Yes, thank God you’re not an empty-headed debutante,” Warren agreed.

“Thank you, I think,” Amanda said. Since she’d taken up with these two lawmen, she was doing a lot of smiling. “Anyway, I was thinking that if I had a pair of trousers to wear, riding my horse would be easier.”

When neither man said anything, she turned to face them. She thought she might have shocked them, but that’s not what she saw on their faces.

“How far would we get, looking at your sweet ass in tight trousers, before we had to have you? We might never get where we’re going.”

Adam had spoken quietly, his words meant only for her and Warren.

“I trust your ability to focus on the task at hand, Captain.”

Adam winced, and Amanda immediately regretted the reference to his position with the Texas Rangers. She had an inkling that being a lawman, specifically a Ranger, meant a great deal to him. He was the kind of man who would devote himself to his duty as much as he devoted himself to those he cared about.

She recalled his announcement at the dinner table last week at the Benedicts. He may have tendered his resignation, but that action had wounded him.

Warren stepped into the conversational void. “I think trousers would be a good idea. You can get into mine tonight so we have an idea of the size, and we’ll get you a pair tomorrow morning when we get supplies.” Warren gave her a leering smile, and she giggled.

Amanda turned to continue walking to the hotel and nearly bumped right into another woman.

“Oh, excuse me!” Amanda said.

“Not at all—Amanda? Amanda Dupree? My God, it
is
you!”

Amanda looked closely at the woman she’d nearly bowled over. Her blond hair was piled up on top of her head, curls handing down. The dress she wore, as much as her lack of a hat and somewhat bold demeanor, gave Amanda an idea of what the woman did for a living. Then her memory supplied her with a name.

“Janine! Mother said you’d come West.” What her mother had told her was the young woman had married one of the homesteaders who’d visited the brothel in Richmond and left with him, determined to have a better life.

Janine shrugged. “Cletus up and died on me, can you imagine? Not ten miles outside of Denison. “

“I’m so sorry!”

“Yeah, me, too. He was old, but he treated me fine.” Janine shrugged her shoulders. “Sometimes, you just gotta live what you’re given, you know? My mamma used to say it was a sin to try and rise above your station. Turns out Mamma was right.”

Amanda hadn’t known Janine well when she lived in Richmond. She really didn’t know anyone well except for her mother and Millie, their housekeeper.

A part of Amanda wanted to shake Janine and tell her there was nothing wrong with “rising above your station”. That was what this country had been founded on. The only thing that held Amanda back from doing that was the certain knowledge her insights and instructions wouldn’t be welcome.

People would believe and live as they chose. Still, she couldn’t help but feel pity for the girl.

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you, Janine.”

“What about you? Did you just arrive in town? I could bring you over and introduce you to Cora. She’s always looking for new girls, although I am surprised. I was sure I heard you didn’t…”

As if just now realizing Amanda wasn’t alone, Janine closed her mouth. She looked first at Adam, then Warren. As Amanda watched, Janine gave her shoulders a shake, smoothed down her dress, and took a half a step forward. “Why, hello there. I didn’t notice you fine gentlemen. I was so surprised and delighted to see my good friend, Amanda.”

Warren moved subtly closer to Amanda while Adam nodded politely.

For some reason, Amanda wasn’t feeling sorry for Janine any longer.

“No, thank you, Janine. We’re only here for a layover. We’ll be leaving town tomorrow.”

“You heading back home, then?”

“No, actually. We’re going to Indian Territory.”

“On
purpose
?”

“Amanda consented to accompany us on a brief sojourn,” Warren said. He placed his hand against her back, and smiled down at her.

“Yes, and as we have an early start, we need to get back to the hotel. It was good to see you, Janine. Take care of yourself.”

Janine took a step back and dropped her business smile.

“Please give your mother, and Millie, my regards,” the young woman said.

Amanda didn’t take offence at the speed with which Janine left them. The sun had gone down, and she likely had to get to work.

“Pretty little thing,” Warren said when they resumed walking toward the hotel. “I feel sorry for her.”

Now that Janine was on her way back to work, Amanda supposed she could return to feeling sorry for her, too.

“So do I. But you know, what she’s doing now really is her choice.”

“Isn’t that a little hard?” Adam asked.

“No. I’m not judging her for the way she’s living her life,” Amanda said.

“Only for acting as if she’s powerless?” Adam asked.

“Yes. Because I believe a body—man or woman—is only powerless if that is what they choose to be.”

Amanda noticed Warren and Adam exchanging a glance.

“Like I said, you think a lot, and I highly approve.” Adam brushed his hand down her back, the touch feeling like affection and comfort all in one.