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

Lane grinned. “I can feel you take Spur, too. Good girl.”

“You’re perfect, Piper,” Spur said, his voice shaky with need. I knew he was being careful, holding back from his carnal need to fuck hard. I knew my men liked it that way. I did, too, but I felt vulnerable in this moment. Having him in my ass made me feel things more intensely. I felt more, the emotions running deeper.

“There,” he growled. I felt his hips pressing against my bottom. “I’m all the way in. Fuck, you’re tight.”

Lane lifted a hand to cup my face as I panted, concentrated on remaining relaxed between them. I felt Lane’s hard body beneath me, Spur’s at my back, his chest hair tickling my sweaty skin.

“Time to move, precious,” Lane murmured.

I gave a slight nod and then Spur pulled back, slowly emptying me, but not all the way. He reversed the motion and worked his way back in as Lane retreated. They took up a rhythm of one deep, one shallow, fucking me in alternating motions.

I clawed at Lane’s shoulders as little whimpers, then moans escaped my mouth. The feelings were so incredible, knowing I was making both of them feel good, fucking them both, making them mine at the same time was incredible. Spur’s deep thrusts pressed my clit against Lane’s lower belly and I was going to come again. How could I not?

I was overwhelmed. Swamped. Assaulted with feelings.

“I… oh. Yes… I’m going to—”

“Come, precious. Come all over our cocks.”

I obeyed Lane’s command and came, milking their cocks as they continued to move. Their pace changed as I shuddered and screamed between them, their own need to come taking over.

This was fucking. This was lovemaking. This was becoming one with my men. When I felt Lane’s seed pump into me as he growled, I dropped my head against his chest, listened to the rapid beat of his heart.

Spur’s hands tightened on my hips and I felt him swell as he slid deep one final time, calling out my name as he emptied himself deep into my ass.

I was a sweaty, boneless heap between them.

I didn’t know how much time passed, but Spur carefully pulled out, moved to lie down on the bed. Lane turned me to be between them, then slipped from me. I was once again between them as I felt their seed slip from me. I was sated, replete. Loved.

“Precious, you belong to us. No arguing.” Lane’s voice had a little pout to it.

I smiled into his chest. “All right. I won’t argue. How can I? I don’t have my gun.”

Spur chuckled as he settled in against my back. “Fucking does make you amenable.”

“Mmm, yes. I think you will have to keep doing it to keep me this way.”

It might be a wild sentiment, but true. I wanted my men, needed them. I wouldn’t have them any other way. No gun needed.