A Wild Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 2)

Spur looked up at Lane and while they didn’t speak, they communicated easily enough.

Lane pulled out of my pussy and I whimpered, wiggling my hips. “Lane,” I complained.

Spur got off the bed, went to his satchel and retrieved a glass jar and held it out for Lane.

When he slipped his finger free of my bottom, I was completely empty.

Spur helped me up. “Come, Piper. If you want both our cocks, then you need to prove to us your virgin ass can handle it.” He met my gaze, it seemed, to know he was serious, and yet waiting for me to change my mind. They wouldn’t take me that way unless they felt I was ready physically, but more important that I was mentally ready as well. “It’ll be me who gets to claim you there. Lane got your pussy. Settle on the bed on all fours, yes, like that.”

I moved as he wanted, knowing their eyes were on me. I felt heated and soft, beautiful and wanted. And I wanted to be between my men, taken by both of them. Yes, we were truly wed, but I needed more, needed to know I was the center of their world and this was the ultimate display of that.

“Now head down. Good, ass nice and high. Yes.”

Spur’s directions were comforting. I didn’t have to think, only feel and listen. Obey. I never obeyed, but in this, in bed with them, I needed it.

I felt the bed dip and Lane sit beside me, one hand on my lower back, the other going between my parted cheeks. It wasn’t his finger that dipped back into me, but his thumb, slickly coated with lubricant from the jar. For some reason, the angle of his thumb was different and it didn’t just stretch me open and slide in, it hooked into me, opening me up in a completely different way. His palm rested on the upper swell of my bottom.

My head came up and I stared at the pillows, panting. My inner walls clenched against the intrusion and tried to adjust. I took a deep breath, let it out, relaxed my shoulders, my back, all my muscles.

“Easy,” Spur said. “That’s just a thumb. Think you can take more?”

He was making sure I was all right, that I wasn’t going to change my mind now that something was inside of me. The stretch and the burn were intense, but were also taunting with my pussy all empty. Lane’s cock had been deep inside me, then pulled out because of my words. I was… lonely there. And I was going to come. I was so close I reached between my legs to rub my clit.

I felt my eyes widen when another digit slipped into me. Lane didn’t just leave them there, but moved them in and out, scissoring them.

“Lane, oh, God. I’m… I’m going to come.”

Spur reached down beneath me, found my nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. He bent down close and I kept my eyes on his as I wiggled my hips, savoring the friction of my fingers against my clit and the feel of Lane’s fingers in my ass.

“Yes, please. Oh!”

I came, clenching down as I kept my gaze pinned to Spur’s. I knew he could see everything, know how I liked it, needed it. Needed them to fuck me in my pussy and ass.

As soon as I stopped rippling and squeezing Lane’s fingers

and I came back to myself, he slipped them from me and came around the bed.

“She can handle us,” Spur confirmed.

I was trying to catch my breath. It felt so good, so different, and we weren’t done. If that was how I felt from just a thumb, I worried having a cock there might be too much. Too good.

“Time to take me for a ride,” Lane said, holding his hand out to help me straddle him.

I looked to him and I only saw calmness, anticipation, need in his gaze. We weren’t bickering. It seemed we never did in the bedroom. It was the one time we were all in accord.

My thighs squeezed his hips as his hands settled on my waist, hoisting me up over his cock and then helping me lower down. I had to wiggle and shimmy to take all of him and when I was fully seated on his thighs, I took a moment to settle into the feel of him.

Hooking a hand behind my neck, he pulled me toward him. “Come here, precious.”

He kissed me then, hotly and with lots of tongue. He lifted his hips, pulsing into me but remaining deep.

I wasn’t sure if he was kissing me to distract me from Spur climbing up onto the bed behind me, to lower me down so I was in a better position to take Spur’s cock in me as well, or if he just loved to kiss. Either way, it was working. I was hotter than before, especially since he wasn’t wielding his whole cock, just slight shifts of it and stroking me deep. When I felt Spur’s hand slide down my back as his cock, cold and slick with the lubricant, pressed against my stretched opening, I whimpered into Lane’s mouth.

He loosened his hold on my neck, and I pulled up slightly so I could look into Lane’s pale gaze. As Spur pressed and pushed, shifted and worked his way past the tight ring of resisting muscle, I knew Lane could see all of me. My every emotion, my every feeling. And when I couldn’t help but widen my eyes and gasp when Spur slipped into me, I knew Lane felt it as well. It was so tight, the stretch impressive.

They’d prepared me, yes, but a hot, hard cock was different than any finger.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.