Southern Seduction [Bride Train 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

He curled his finger back, caught her clit with his lips, and tugged.

She made a sound, almost a wail. Her sweetness flooded his mouth. He licked and sucked and fingered her until she collapsed onto her elbows. With every gasp her pussy curls tickled his nose and her belly pressed his forehead. He released his finger, holding it safely away. He encouraged her off with gentle pressure. She fell onto the mattress, her hips by his shoulder and her face by his thigh.

The one without a bandage, he realized. She was careful with him even now.

“Casey likes her pussy licked,” he whispered.

“Oh, my,” she moaned. “What was that?”

He rolled onto his good side to caress her breasts. Her soft, wonderful breasts. How could he encourage her to put one into his mouth?

“That’s why women enjoy having a husband.” He lightly pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “Or three.”

* * * *

Casey could not open her eyes. Oh, she could, but then she’d see Marshall. How could she ever look at him again after what they’d just done? And how could she go all winter without feeling this again, and again? Mama was right about passion being wonderful. So was Sophie, at least about this. Were they right about the other things? She groaned from so much pleasure that she wasn’t sure if she could walk again.

Walk? Oh, no, Marshall’s wound! She sat up and looked at his thigh. “Did that hurt you?’

“No, but if it did, I wouldn’t give a tinker’s damn.”

In order to look him in the face she had to sweep her eyes past the hard cock standing proud and tall. A drop glistened on the tip for a moment, and then started its slow journey down. What did he taste like? She licked her lips. He moaned as if in pain.

“Can I help you in return for what you did?” she asked.

His half-lidded eyes gazed at her lazily but she saw how tight his muscles were. “You got an idea?”

She looked at his cock. It twitched. She caught her lip with her top teeth, then licked her bottom lip.

“If I’m thinking what you are, that would help one heck of a lot,” he whispered. “Kiss me, just like that.” He grasped his cock with his hand. “I’ll even hold it for you.” He moved his good leg, widening the space between them. “Only if you want to,” he added.

“You did, um, that to me.” She waved her hand, unable to label what had just happened, and shifted to kneel beside him.

“I had just as much fun giving your first orgasm, as you did having it.” He winked. “I don’t expect a thing back.” He shuddered a breath, then slowly began lifting his fist up and down his cock. “But if you want a taste, help yourself.”

Each time Marshall’s fist slowly reached the top of his shaft another drop appeared. She took his silent suggestion and knelt between his spread legs, careful of the bandaged one. At least the cut was on the outside. She leaned forward, bending her elbows until her mouth was just above his cock. She licked him. He gasped, his back bowing up for a moment before collapsing. She’d never felt, or tasted, anything like that before. He was salty with a musky aftertaste. His cock was both hard and soft at the same time.

“Aw, lordy, lordy, gal. That’s so fine.”

Encouraged by his words, Casey let her tongue slide around the head of his cock. He groaned, but kept his back on the bed. She dipped her head and tried to suck him into her mouth. She got the head a bit past her teeth. When she lifted up, she let her teeth drag on it, just a little bit.

“Sweet lord Jesus, yes!”

She lifted her head. “Am I doing it right?”

He forced a laugh. “Any more right and I’d be coming already.”

“Coming?”

He nodded. “What I did to your pussy. Women can have a whole bunch of those, one after the other. Men can only have a couple, or even just one.”

His grin made her tummy tighten. He’d given her a gift, one she could return. At the same time, she could learn. Marshall was the most easygoing of the three men. He could guide her, without her feeling awkward.

“You want me to help you with my fist?”

His eyes flared. “I’d rather have your mouth, but most women don’t like doing that.”

“They don’t?”

“That’s what I heard. But you’re the only woman who’s ever touched my cock with her mouth.” His slow, sensual smile had her pussy twitching. “You can touch any part of me, sugar, anytime you like.” He snorted a laugh. “In fact, I’m begging you to put your mouth on me. Wherever you want.”

His eyes lit up when Casey settled her haunches between his legs. She’d never seen a man look at her so eagerly. Not in a nasty way, but as if she could give him heaven if she’d touch him. And he’d begged her to touch him. He wasn’t holding her in any way. Everything she did was by her choice. It was her gift to give. She’d never had anything she could gift to someone. Her family and the other men demanded things from her. Not this, but they would have if they thought they could get away with it.

Marshall had given her a gift before asking for her touch. He released his cock so she could grasp it. He showed her how he liked her to rub him, doing it hard while holding tight. She followed his way, but put her mouth on him as well. She investigated him with her tongue. The tiny slit at the tip, the smooth sides which looked like a helmet. She let him pop out and traced his veins with her tongue. He made a deep sound in his throat.

“Oh, Casey, that feels so damn good.”

He put his hand over hers, yanking his cock so hard she thought it might pop off. She caught the helmet in her mouth and sucked. He pushed his groin up, resting on only his heels and his back. His groans got louder.

“I’m gonna come,” he choked out. “Back out or it’ll go down your throat.”

She sucked him even deeper.

“Oh, God, Casey!”

He roared and her mouth filled with salty fluid. She swallowed, sucking in as much as she could. It leaked around her lips, flowing down his cock. He jerked a few more times before collapsing on the mattress. He shuddered, chest heaving.

She took her time licking him clean. By the time she finished, he was watching with lazy eyes and a smile.

“I never knew it could be that good,” he whispered. “Come here.”

Marshall tugged her elbows. She moved forward to kiss him. He tasted of what must be her fluids as she shared with him. He opened wide, dipping his tongue as if to capture every flavor she held. She met every thrust. He sucked on her tongue, pulling her deep into his mouth. The roughness thrilled her, but she had to pull back when she ran out of air. She lay on his good side, head on his chest. Her head rose and fell as he panted. After a moment he began running his hand up and down her back. No hug could ever give her such a sense of safety, of caring, of trust.

“Damn, you are one hell of a woman, Mrs. Taylor. What are we going to do with you?” He chuckled. “Mind you, I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Hmm?”

“Cole’s gotta change his mind or I’m going to go out of mine.” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe we can get this marriage annulled right away so you can marry me instead. Or Byron. Then we can do whatever you like all winter.”

His hand slid down to cup her bottom. He curled his fingers under, rubbing along the space between her pussy and her arse. She tensed. He pressed his baby finger between her cheeks, right into her hole. She shivered, unable to hold back a moan.

“You like me playing with your asshole, don’t you?”

She nodded, her hair rasping against his chest. “Is that wrong?”

“Sugar, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with anything we do as long as everybody wants to do it, and nobody gets harmed.”

He twisted his finger, just barely inside. She clenched her inside muscles in response.

“You know what I’d like to see you do someday? You riding one of my cousin’s cocks, just like you rode that horse. I want you grinding your clit so hard you scream. And then I’ll slide my cock in, right here.”

He pulsed his finger in her bottom. She shuddered.

“And to make it the best, maybe you’ll take one of us deep in your mouth while you’re riding. My cock in your mouth, Cole’s thick one in your pussy, and Byron’s skinny dick in your ass.” This time he shuddered. He squeezed her in a quick hug. “But that’s something more than you’re ready for.” He barked a laugh. “More than any of us are ready for.”

“Does a cock in a pussy feel as good as what you did before?” she asked.

Marshall lifted his head to look her in the eyes. He winked.

“You’ll have to decide that for yourself when Cole smartens up and takes you to bed.”

“I don’t think I heard you right.”

Cole cocked his head toward Marshall, sure he’d heard wrong. After all, Marshall was bandaged from hip to knee. They’d followed the trail of blood from the yard to the cabin. Marshall’s face almost as white as the sheet covering. Seeing the amount of bandaging, Casey must have put in a lot of stitches, and Marshall hated needles. He was likely out of his head and had mumbled something about his dreams. They had woken him from a deep sleep when they came home early.

“I said,” repeated Marshall with a glower, “I gave Casey an orgasm. With my mouth. Then she put those full red lips on my cock and—”

“No!”

Cole roared and charged toward the bed, needing to smash that mouth and shut it permanently. A pair of arms came out of nowhere and tackled him. He crashed to the floor, Byron on top of him.

“You can’t kill him until his leg heals,” yelled Byron as Cole fought to get loose. “We need him healthy enough to help gather the cattle!”

Cole shook with tension, but he got himself under control. He didn’t need Byron’s body because the cold weight of what Marshall had said pushed on his chest so hard he could barely breathe. It would keep him from exploding and beating Marshall to death. For now. He pushed Byron off and stood, but the weight of dread didn’t get any lighter.

“But as soon as the longhorns leave for Virginia City you can kill him.” Byron lowered his eyebrows and his voice. He cracked his knuckles. “Then I’ll take a turn.”

“Whoa there, boys,” said Marshall. He held up both hands as if that would stop them. “Casey liked it. In fact, she asked me to do it. And then she asked if a cock in her pussy would feel as good.”

Cole choked.

“And what did you say?” growled Byron.

“That she’d have to decide for herself,” Marshall replied smugly. He smoothed the covers over his wounded leg. “I said I’d not take her virginity, and I won’t. It’s up to Cole to do that.”

Cole shook his head. It couldn’t be true. The quiet woman who trembled beside him while saying her vows would never have done something so wild. He did not, and would not, have a wild wife. If Marshall and Casey had gotten naked, and he believed they had, it couldn’t be Casey’s fault.

“You seduced my wife,” he stated, quiet and deadly. “The shy woman I’ve barely kissed. The one I promised to protect from the likes of you.”

“She’s not shy once she relaxes, and she doesn’t need protection,” said Marshall, far too calmly. “She survived twenty-one years with her bully of a father, during a feud. She came out here dressed and acting like a boy to keep herself safe. She shot Rivers cool as anything, even if she had the shakes for the next couple of days. She can take care of herself, Cole. And she can decide what she wants in her life.” He held up his hands again when they both growled at him. “Yes, I suggested she take off her dress so she didn’t get it covered in blood. But I didn’t know she was naked underneath.” His smirk suggested otherwise.

“Shut up, you fool,” said Byron through gritted teeth.

“She’s still a virgin, and that’s all Cole cares about.” Marshall spat the words. He turned to Cole. “You can get your precious annulment any time. So why not do it now, so I can marry her? She deserves more than a peck on the cheek this winter.” He snickered. “Peck on the cheek, hell. She loved it when I—”

Cole found his fist twisted around the shirt at Marshall’s neck.

“Casey is my wife,” he growled into Marshall’s red, gasping face. “Mine! You won’t be marrying her because I’m keeping her!” He threw Marshall back onto the bed, where he gasped for breath.

“Does ‘I’m keeping her’ mean you’re not going to annul the marriage?” Byron’s words were quiet but intense.

“Yes. No. What?” Cole looked up from enjoying Marshall’s attempts to suck air.

“You said you’re keeping Casey.” Byron spoke as if he was explaining something complicated to a child. “That means no annulment. Which means Casey doesn’t have to stay a virgin. Which means we’ve got ourselves a wife to share and this winter won’t be torture.”

“I didn’t say that.” Cole blinked at Byron’s blank face. “Did I?” He turned to Marshall, who nodded while rubbing his throat and glaring with more venom than he’d shown since he’d arrived at Grandpa’s farm. “Then I didn’t mean it.”

“You want her, cousin.” Marshall spat the title as if it was a taunt. “Just as much as we do. And if you won’t give her what she wants, then let her go. I’ll be more than happy to take her off your hands. She deserves more than your pious, condescending attitude.”

Pious? Condescending? Where did those words come from? He stared at Marshall, brain pounding too hard to think of what to say back.

“The words mean self-righteous, hypocritical, and patronizing,” added Marshall. “To make it even simpler, you think you’re so much better than she is, just because of how you talk.”

Cole’s fury rose at the insult that he wouldn’t know what the words meant.

“I may not have gone to a high-falutin’ school like you two, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know things.”

Marshall made a face. “Really? Casey didn’t get any schooling either. Maybe she knows more than she’s letting on. You ever think of that?”

He hadn’t, but he shoved the thought away. It still burned his britches that his cousins had the chance of school and neither of them appreciated it. He knew some of the reasons why. But he’d never had a chance to learn more than what Grandma taught, or what Grandpa might read out loud before bed. It didn’t change the facts, though. He didn’t need fancy schooling to run a ranch well.

“I’m the boss of this outfit,” he reminded them.