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

Luke nodded.

“But… but you’re both so big. I’ve never—” I shook my head. “It won’t work.”

Walker offered a very manly grunt. “Oh, it will, doll. We just have to prepare you.”

Turning my head, I looked at Walker. His expression was so open, so relaxed. How could he feel that way when talking about doing something so… wrong.

“It’s shameful, all of it. This talk, how I behaved last night,” I admitted, looking down at the bed. “I let you watch as he… as he fucked me.”

Walker reached out and tugged me toward him, this time with enough strength that I fell into him with a small gasp of surprise.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me up so I lay atop his chest. The sheet was between us, Walker beneath and me on top. He tugged at Luke’s shirt and easily stripped it from me, tossed it onto the floor.

“Walker!” I cried, trying to move, but he held me in place, one hand at my lower back, the other on my neck. His hold wasn’t harsh, but insistent.

“You need to listen, doll. We’ve said it before and we’ll say it again and again until you understand. What we do together is not shameful. Giving each other pleasure is not shameful or embarrassing. Sharing your desires, telling us what makes you hot, what will make you come makes you such a good girl.”

Luke came over to the side of the bed, squatted down so he could look me straight in the eye. He was so handsome, his fair hair creased with a line from his hat. His cheeks were clean shaven, as if he’d risen much earlier and shaved. His scent was different than Walker’s. Like fresh air and some wood smoke. Walker was more sharp spice. Together, their merged scent was heady and so very masculine.

Beneath my cheek, I heard the steady beat of Walker’s heart, his heat seeping into me. Unlike John’s calm demeanor where he’d used silence to unnerve me, I felt that these two men were patient and steady, as if allowing me time to contemplate our discussion and to understand them. To understand us.

“It’s our privilege as your husbands to give you exactly what you need. Just as you will for us,” Luke added.

“But I don’t think I’m going to like having you take me there,” I admitted. “It will surely hurt.”

Luke smiled, the lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Thank you for telling us how you feel,” he said. They’d said that before, as if they were refreshed by my honesty. He placed his elbow on the mattress and held a small object aloft for me to see. “It would definitely hurt if we fucked your ass now. Our cocks are big and you’re not prepared.”

I frowned at the oddly shaped piece of wood. It looked like a sock darner, but the tip was more pointed, and it was smaller. “Prepared?” Walker had said that word before, but had yet to answer me.

Walker’s hand slid up my back again, then down; it didn’t stop at the base of my spine, but moved lower to cup my bottom. His thumb slipped into the seam between and brushed over my—

I gasped.

“Your ass, doll, needs to be ready for our cocks. You’re so tight here, we need to open you up.”

I startled at the feel of Walker’s thumb there again. He brushed it over that sensitive skin so lightly.

“Shh,” he crooned. “Does this hurt?”

I shook my head against his chest. It didn’t hurt, but felt pleasurable and decadent. Wicked. He shifted a leg, which moved mine apart, opening me up even further for him.

“We won’t hurt you. We’ll never hurt you. Only pleasure.”

“But—”

Luke moved to sit on the side of the bed. He put the wooden object down and slipped a hand between my legs, below Walker’s. His fingers slipped over my folds as Walker continued to touch me in that forbidden place.

My eyes slipped closed at their erotic touch.

As Walker continued to lightly circle my bottom, Luke slipped a finger into my pussy.

“I can feel my seed.” Luke groaned. “I’m hard, Celia, knowing your pussy’s marked by me, and soon by Walker, too.”

The pleasure, the need, was instant. I was so sensitive inside that Luke’s finger made me cry out. My hips shifted, which pushed Walker’s thumb harder against my untried hole. It didn’t hurt. Quite the opposite actually.

“Ride our fingers, doll. Rub your clit on me. Yes, like that.”

It was easy to slip into need, to forget that I was naked on top of one man as his thumb was insistent on gaining entry to my virgin bottom while another finger fucked my well-used pussy. I wanted to come, to feel like I had the night before. And so I moved my hips, rubbed that bundle of nerves Walker called a clit against the sheet. All the while, the men moved their fingers about.