A Wanton Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 1)

His eyes narrowed. “I do not like that term, or the way you are thinking of yourself. If you speak of yourself thusly again, I will take you over my knee.”

I was taken aback by his vehemence and didn’t know what to say.

“Doll, enjoying what your husbands do with you in bed—or out—does not make you a whore.”

I bit my lip. “But I’ve never liked it before now.”

I was mortified by our conversation. John and I never spoke of such things. Perhaps that was one of our problems. If he’d known I’d been dissatisfied, would he have changed his ways? I thought of his strict routine and casual view on our marriage. Most likely, he wouldn’t have done a thing differently. It probably would have driven him into the arms of another woman even sooner.

Walker reached out and tugged me back down beneath him, breaking me from my thoughts about John. His dark gaze searched my face once again. I couldn’t help the tear that escaped. With his thumb, Walker wiped it away.

“You give us quite the compliment,” he said. “Your husband couldn’t please you and that’s a sad thing. You came hard last night for Luke.” I turned my head away but Walker tilted my cheek back so I couldn’t look away. “You came because he gave you what you needed. You can’t compare, doll. I promise you, Luke and I will not just fuck you beneath the covers in the dark. We’re going to do things with you that will surprise you, make you question everything you used to know.”

I heard

a door open, close, then heavy footfalls.

“Luke’s returned.”

Within seconds, he filled the open bedroom doorway.

I saw that my shirt had fallen open and my breasts were exposed, the soft hairs of Walker’s chest tickling my belly. Luke’s gaze raked over both of us as he shrugged out of his coat and I could only imagine what he was thinking.

He tossed it on the back of a settee, sat down and tugged off his boots.

“Was your outing successful, brother?” Walker asked, not moving off of me.

“It was.” Luke stood to his formidable height and reached into his coat pocket. With his back to us, I couldn’t see what he’d retrieved.

“While we were sleeping, doll, Luke went and collected a few items that we couldn’t get in Slate Springs.” Walker moved so that he was sitting up in bed, leaning against the pillows, as casual and relaxed as ever.

The sheet rode low on his waist and I took in his torso. While I’d woken in his arms and felt his chest, this was the first time I’d actually seen it.

He was so much bigger and heavier than John, with corded muscles beneath dark skin. A smattering of hair was on his chest between flat, dark nipples. He was leaner even than Luke, but no less appealing.

Luke cleared his throat and I blushed furiously, caught ogling Walker’s chest. I tugged the shirt closed. Both of them grinned at me.

“Remember last night when you asked us how our marriage would work? We said you’d be pleasured by two men.”

“Yes,” I replied. “I remember.”

“I took you without Walker. He’ll fuck you on occasion without me. Sometimes, we’ll take you one after the other.” Luke cocked his head to the side.

I could feel myself flush and I had to wonder if I’d ever stop being embarrassed. But it was tempered by their calm demeanors and the hint of need in their gazes. They were as affected as I. They wanted it, too. Needed it.

“Soon, we’ll take you together.”

“At the same time,” Walker added.

I glanced at him, then Luke, trying to understand what they meant.

“I’ll take your pussy,” Luke told me.

“And I’ll take your ass.”

The shirt slipped a little from my fingers as I realized what they meant. Swallowing hard, I licked my lips. “You mean… together?”

That’s what he’d said before, but I hadn’t realized together meant together.