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

Walker’s thumb moved away briefly to slide over my inner thigh, then returned, coated in my arousal. It made the digit slippery and when he pushed gently against that tender opening, it flowered open for him, if only just a little bit.

I cried out at the odd sensation of being stretched, but it wasn’t bad. In fact, it felt really, really good. So good that I moved my hips even more, which only slid his thumb in even a tiny bit further. He didn’t move it, just kept it still, stretching me, letting me adjust to the feeling of something there, even if just negligibly.

It made my hands clench the hard muscles of Walker’s arms as I lifted and lowered my hips, circled them. It was so warm in the room that sweat broke out on my skin. I knew what it felt like to come now and I was close.

Walker murmured dirty little things in my ears, about how he couldn’t wait to open my ass up more with the plug. Luke whispered about

how much I liked their touch, how much he couldn’t wait to get his cock back inside my tight heat.

Everything coalesced into bright, hot need and when Luke curled his finger in some magical way, I came. Nothing could hold it back. Nothing could hold back my scream of pleasure either as I clenched down on them inside me, as if my body didn’t want them to leave, but wanted them deeper instead.

Walker’s thumb slipped from me first, his other hand sliding up and down my sweaty back. Luke moved his finger in a way that wrung the last bit of pleasure from my body. Only then did he pull away. I moaned at the loss, for while I enjoyed the dexterity of his finger, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t long enough or thick enough. I needed his cock.

“Luke,” I moaned as he stood and began to strip, eager to join us in bed.

I watched as his body was quickly exposed. He was heavier than his brother; where Walker was lean, Luke’s build was more muscular and solid. His hips were narrow and I didn’t even take a moment to look at his legs, for his cock was right there. It was thick and long as I remembered it, but the color in daylight was a ruddy red and I couldn’t miss the thick vein that ran down the side of it or the clear fluid that seeped from the tip.

“Fuck,” I heard Walker mumble, just before he shifted me so I was on my back, my head on the pillows. He pushed the sheet back and climbed from the bed, not looking back. My mouth fell open as I watched him move across the room, rejecting me.

Luke took his place, kneeling on the edge and then moving on top of me. Braced on his forearms by my head, he cupped my face with his hands.

“I’ll prepare for our departure.” Walker’s voice came from across the room and I heard clothes rustling, then his bare feet on the wood floor as he left the room.

I frowned, but Luke’s thumb stroked the crease in my brow away. “Didn’t I… please him?”

Luke sighed. “He will protect you, Celia, from anything that might harm you. But he also protects his heart.”

I just stared at Luke as I considered his words. “I’ve known you both less than a day. Is his heart that much in jeopardy?”

Luke settled his hips between mine and his hard cock slipped over my folds, then sank into me.

“Fuck, yes.”

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back and gave myself over to Luke. Yes, perhaps he was right. I’d never felt anything like this with John, and we’d been married five years. Perhaps the reason why I was so concerned that Walker left was because I worried for my own heart where he was concerned.

When Luke took hold of the back of my thigh and pushed my leg up and back so he could go deeper, all thought slipped from my mind.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Luke

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked Walker.

I’d come up behind him, put my hand on his shoulder and leaned in so that not everyone in the hotel lobby could hear my heated question. If anyone glanced at me, they could certainly tell I was bothered, but not as angry and frustrated as I truly felt. He’d walked out on Celia without a word or a backwards glance. He’d had his thumb on her ass, for fuck’s sake, and then didn’t even tend to her after.

I’d had to soothe her from not only Walker’s departure, but embarrassment after having come while having her ass played with. She was definitely adventurous in bed, but she’d probably never considered ass play before. After I took her again—it was more gentle lovemaking than fucking—I’d shown her the smallest plug and let her hold it. We couldn’t do more this morning since we had to leave town and make it up to Jasper by nightfall. When I told her we’d not use it until later, her relief was noticeable. She just wasn’t ready for it yet. To say that we were overwhelming was most likely a gross understatement.

And yet, she’d stared at it with definite trepidation and doubt, but with some curiosity about it as well. That boded well for two dominant men who wished to take her at once. If only one of the dominant men wouldn’t be such a pussy about all of this.

That was why I steered Walker out onto the street where we were less likely to be overheard. Where my shouting at him blended into the busy activity of the Denver street.

He let me do it, because while I was bigger, he certainly wouldn’t let me—or anyone else—push him around if he didn’t allow it.

Once we were away from the entrance, he spun about. His face was all hard lines as he put his hat on his head. None of the desire from earlier showed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Two ladies walked by and Walker tipped his hat.