Desire's Golden Dreams (15 page)

Hannah looked at Brady, her eyes full of fear. “If he fucks me, we’ll never know whose child it is.”

“Come inside. We can’t talk here.” He gestured to Princess. “Time to go in, sweet girl. Take care of your horse, then go straight in, bathe, and get ready for bed. Mom and I will be in later to tuck you in.”

Princess dismounted, and with a wave, led her horse to the barn.

Inside, Hannah asked the butler to have tea set up in the upstairs family parlor. Once settled with servants gone, she turned to Brady. “How do we handle this? I don’t want to tell him we are trying for a baby, yet. He has already asked if he were being put out to pasture with the purchase of the ranch.”

“Calm down. We can manage this. He likes to fuck your behind and you’ll convince him to do just that. It’s true. With him away, you’ve missed double penetration. He’s distracted with ranch matters and been without you for more than a week. He’ll fuck you any way you prefer.”

“And if he complains about not entering my pussy the whole time he’s here?”

“In that case, we’ll have to tell him.” Brady ran a hand over his face.

Hannah stopped her hand wringing and took some calming breaths. “Yes, I believe I can keep his cock where I want it. He knows I like it that way and have since my very first introduction to the dildo. He’s so happy with the ranch, he’ll want nothing but my happiness.”

“Talking about it has made me frantic with wanting you.” Brady knelt at her feet and pulled off her bloomers from under her skirts.

She slid to the floor and unbuttoned her bodice. “Me too.”

He loosed his cock from his pants and plunged it into her, sucking her nipples as he thrust. “Your delicious cunt is home to my unsheathed cock now, love.”

“Shut up and fuck me, harder. I want your babe inside me.”

They were in a parlor no guests would see, but maids did clean in there. Knowing they had to hurry or they might be caught only added to their excitement.

San Francisco, Present day

Hannah had tears in her eyes. “Brady truly loved her, didn’t he?”

“They all did, even those who left. Andre never could be content without her and Rocco, though he loved his wife, never stopped loving Hannah.”

“What hold did she have over them, do you think?”

“Her sexual drive was monumental, and men love that. But that was not the whole of it. She cared about other people. She really listened to what they said and heard what they didn’t say. She loved life and was such a giving person, not only with her body, but with her time and money. No one ever felt inferior or awkward in her presence. I suppose it was a gift to her from the gods. If she could help, she did without expecting a reward. She never gave unasked-for advice, but when she uttered her opinion on a matter, her reasoning was always sound.”

“Except for deciding not to tell Wade she wanted Brady’s baby.”

“Ah, yes. And maybe it was a lesson she never forgot.”

“How long was she able to fool him into not fucking her pussy?”

“This was a busy time for him at the ranch and weeks went by before he slept with his wife again. By that time, she knew she was pregnant and it no longer mattered.”

“How did he react to the news when she finally told him?”

“He was ecstatic about the baby, but miffed they hadn’t discussed it with him beforehand. He understood these things could happen with him away so much. I suppose he assumed it had happened by accident one night when Brady was not prepared. Actually, he said he’d always felt a bit guilty about Brady’s second-fiddle status and was happy for his friend.”

“What happened to the baby?”

“They named the boy Trey, in honor of their trio, and he grew up to be a strapping, healthy, and very studious man. He attended Harvard and came home to live after graduation.”

“Really? He lived with them? Why haven’t I heard about this uncle?”

“He could never be recognized as that. Hannah was a society matron and all her good works would go down with her if her reputation were sullied.”

“Then how did he live with them?”

“Brady married one of the soiled doves Hannah rescued and kept on as a maid. The woman wanted no truck with men after her experiences and agreed to go along with the hoax in exchange for a life of ease. She was riddled with disease and hadn’t long to live. She died when Trey was a baby and he never knew her or the story of her past. He lived with his doting father in their own wing of the mansion, added after his birth.”

Hannah retrieved her water bottle from her bag and strolled the room as she sipped. “Strange my ancestor granny loved to be ass fucked so much.”

“Not so strange. Many women do like it that way. How do you feel about having a dick up your bum?”

“As I’ve told you, I’ve never had one there. Bolt is always afraid of hurting me. He won’t try it even though I’ve asked.” She sat at the bar to distance herself from Slim’s half-leering, half-sympathetic gaze.

He slid to the end of his chair. “You must remember the way Hannah was introduced to sex. Wade and Brady wanted to have her together and prepared her by using the dildo on her and having her keep it in place for days. She became used to it and excited by the anticipation of being ass fucked before they actually went in with their cocks. I had one for you in the box you threw across the room.”

“We call them butt plugs nowadays. They’re available at adult stores and I would rather choose my own if Bolt would agree. He won’t.”

“Don’t be so certain.” Slim came up behind her and caressed the part of her backside not connected to the bar stool. “Having both orifices filled at once was your ancestor’s greatest pleasure. I’ve a feeling it might be worth demanding it for yourself.”

Hannah stood and backed away, toward the far wall. “I suppose I could insert a butt plug without him knowing, but wouldn’t he be able to tell once he was inside me?” When she turned to face him, he was only a foot away.

“Most likely he’d know something was different since you two have been fucking for so long now. Once he saw you liked it, however, he might agree to insert his cock in place of the plug.” Slim took a step closer. “Or he might agree to come here and let me do it as he’s fucking your pussy.” Hannah took a step back. The wall was only one more step behind her.

“If Bolt did decide to ass fuck you, he would love the sensation and thank you for introducing him to it.” Hannah could feel Slim’s breath on her cheek. His gaze never left hers and it was mesmerizing.

“For a man, being inside a tight ass feels as if a viscous glove were holding his cock in a warm cocoon. The idea of invading a forbidden place makes going there all the more desirable. It seems naughtier which makes a man hornier.” Slim leaned a hand on the wall by Hannah’s head. Still, their gazes were locked.

“Being up a woman’s ass while someone else is in her pussy is even more pleasurable. That way a man has the extra massage to the underside of his cock. Plus, the thought of another dick fucking the same woman at the same time makes a man harder than he thought possible. The double stroking is so delightful, a man will try hard to keep at it for a very long time. He’d never want to stop fucking you.”

Slim pushed her against the wall and pressed his body into hers. Hannah felt his cock grow and without thought, she slid her body up and down on it.

“Oh, precious girl, you have got to let me fuck you. I promise you won’t regret it.”

She snapped out of the hypnotic state his eyes and words had put her in and wriggled free. “I already regret it. I could never do that to Bolt.” Her pussy throbbed, putting the lie to her words, but she couldn’t let Slim see her discomfort. Maybe he had a bathroom where she could finger herself. She turned to him, but his eyes were on hers and he knew.

“Lie on the couch and let me watch. I promise not to touch you.” He moved in on her and massaged her breasts with eager hands.

The stimulation was too much. Hannah rushed to the couch and loosened her jeans. In a prone position she closed her eyes, reached inside her panties, and palmed her pussy. “Pinch my nipples.”

Slim didn’t need a second invitation. He leaned over the back of the sofa and used both hands on her as she fingered herself. Her hips rose and she moaned, then yelped as she came. “Oh, my I needed that.”

“Let me fuck you. Bolt would never know and since I am but a spirit, you would not be lying if you said you’d never been with another human being.” He continued running his hands over her tits.

“I’d know. I simply can’t.”

With moist lips, he leaned and brushed her forehead, her nose, her lips. “You want to. I see it in your eyes and in these.” He ran a finger around her taut nipples. “Let me French you.” He placed his palm on her pussy and massaged through her jeans. “Please, at least let me do that. I won’t ask for more if you let me eat you.”

Again she wriggled away and stood. “Oral sex is cheating as much as having intercourse. I would feel guilty and end up telling him and he’d never forgive me.”

“Suppose he joined us after you introduce the butt dildo? Once he knows you like it, he might want a threesome.”

“He’s a cowboy and as straight-laced as they come.” She turned her face away, hoping he did not see the heat rise to her cheeks. Despite having just had a climax, she was wet and very tempted.

“You haven’t told him about me, have you? He doesn’t know you’ve been coming here.” Slim straightened and stepped back.

She shrugged.

“Keeping secrets is the beginning of infidelity.” He strolled to one of the soft chairs, sat, and folded his arms.

She hopped off the couch and plopped onto the other chair and mimicked his posture. “I am not keeping secrets. I simply neglected to mention you. It didn’t seem important.”

Slim’s eyes widened. “Oh, so if I’m unimportant, then you won’t mind if I leave.” Without a single puff of smoke as warning, Slim vanished and along with him, all the room appointments. Hannah found herself on the ground, a huge stone poking her side. She scrambled to her feet and brushed off the seat of her pants.

She bit her lip and surveyed the surroundings. Nothing but slimy stone walls and jagged rock surrounded her. She was in a tunnel somewhere in the bowels of the mine with no clue how to extricate herself. She hadn’t brought a flashlight since the mine always seemed bright when Slim was with her. With a deep breath she wandered in what she hoped was the direction out of there.

A light, then Slim appeared in front of her. He led her back into the now fully appointed room. “You certainly have a quick temper for a ghost.” She glared at him.

“I admit it. I can’t seem to control my anger when my emotions are involved. It’s what got me in this position in the first place.”

Hannah sat at the edge of the sofa. “Are you finally going to tell me about yourself?”

Slim took his time answering. He pulled out a barstool, straddled it, got up, went behind the bar for a bottle of scotch, and poured it. He settled behind the bar leaning over it to face her with a barrier between them. “I have revealed more than I intended. What you must probably surmise is true. I am not here because I wish to be. I have been condemned to a life in the mine where I once took another’s life. Perhaps someday I’ll tell you about what happened, yet even after decades have passed, I cannot bear thinking of it.”

“You’re a murderer, then?” Hannah leaned forward, elbow on knees, head resting on her hands.

“Let’s not dwell on me and my plight. I can see you’re set for a juicy mystery tale, but a crime of passion is an old, oft-repeated story. Your ancestors are much more interesting.” He downed his scotch and slammed the glass on the bar. “Do you wish to hear the end of Wade’s story or are you finished prying into the lives of your ancestors?”

“Prying? Is that what I’m doing?” Hannah’s head drooped and she rose as if in a dream state. “I suppose I shouldn’t know the intimate details of another’s life. I thought I was honoring Hannah Brown by trying to understand her and maybe, if I accomplished that kind of understanding, I would better know myself.” She circled the room as she spoke, more to herself than to Slim. With a sigh, she propped a hip on the barstool across from where he stood. “I’m being selfish, aren’t I?”

He took her hand across the bar top and caressed the palm. “No, you’re being human. Learning about the people you came from can no longer hurt them. It may help you. You have been sheltered, yet not given the attention you crave, except by Bolt. That you two found each other is a miracle. Your needs match and that is rare in any era of history.”

Hannah grasped his hand and held tight for a moment before letting go. “Perhaps meeting you was another miracle. I may be selfish, but I want to know everything about those in my great-great-great-grandmother’s life.”

“I’m nearly finished with Wade’s story. He mainly stayed at the ranch after Trey grew into an adolescent. I suppose he harbored the possibility that the child may have been his until his height and girth and facial features proved he was indeed Brady’s son.

“Hannah had so many interests in her life, she couldn’t spend much time at the ranch. The gulf between them widened until Brady followed his son to Great Britain. Trey was a Rhodes Scholar and capable of getting along on his own, yet Brady couldn’t bear being away from him.”