A Wicked Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 3)

“You’re sure?”

She rolled her eyes. “You two have been at me enough. I don’t need to read in a book to know how a baby is made—at least not any longer—or the symptoms associated with having one.”

A baby? I’d been punched before. A few times. Hard enough to loosen a tooth or wake up on the floor. But that had been nothing compared to what I felt now. Eve had hit me on the head with a railroad tie, spike and all. A fucking baby!

“That was fast,” I replied. Walking around the bed, I dropped down on the other side from Jed, landing hard on the mattress as if my feet couldn’t hold me any longer.

Eve laughed. “Fast? You two don’t like to do that fast.”

I couldn’t help the grin, starting to come to terms with the notion that we’d filled our wife with so much seed that it took. “Very true.” I leaned in and stroked her cheek. “When we fuck you, we like to take our time, make sure you come hard and often.”

She flushed at my words, but appeared content. “You both seem very proud of yourselves.”

I looked to Jed who had the stunned, wondrous look on his face as I probably did. “Absolutely,” Jed said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your stomach has settled now?”

She nodded. “Like yesterday—”

“Yesterday?” Jed asked, sitting upright and a frown puckering his brow.

Eve offered him a frown in return. “Yes, I told you I was sick yesterday as well. I fear I may be sick like this for some time. But yes, yesterday, I was immediately better. I think the baby is just letting me know of her existence.”

“Her?” I stood and started pacing. “A girl? Do you know what men are like? We’ll shoot them all if one even glances at her.”

Eve laughed and I felt her hand grab mine, stilling me. She looked up at me with her green eyes. “She will have two fathers to watch out for her, plus a gun-toting aunt.”

Yes, she would be well protected. “It could be a boy,” I added.

She didn’t respond to the statement, for while she was having a baby, she didn’t know any more than we did the gender. “Are you sure you are well again?” I asked, crawling up the bed toward her, tugging her down the bed beneath me, careful to make sure I put no weight on her.

Lifting her hand, she stroked over my beard. “Until this time tomorrow, it seems.”

I reached beneath the covers and worked up the hem of her shift.

“Knox, what are you doing?”

“Filling your pussy up some more.”

The thought of her belly going round with our child had me hot and eager for her. It was a Neanderthal notion, but I didn’t care. I’d claimed my woman—with Jed—and our seed took. It was the most elemental aspects of life and it made me want her all the more. I couldn’t keep my hands off her before, but now?

“More? You two just had me not two hours ago,” she countered, but shifted her body to help me get her slip over her head and onto the floor. She was not the shy and wary miss of a month ago.

I looked down at her breasts. Full and lush, the nipples were a pretty pink and furling tightly before my eyes.

“Jed, I think they’re bigger.” I cupped one lush mound in my palm, very familiar with her body.

Jed moved up to sit close on her other side. He took her other breast in his hand. “Mmm,” he replied. “We should see what other changes there are.”

We looked down at Eve. She stared at us as if we’d gone insane, then a grin spread across her face. She pushed her glasses up just before I tossed the blankets off of her, exposing her entirely.

“We’re going to fill you again, just to make sure.”

Those were the last words any of us said besides, “More” or “Please” or “God, yes” for quite some time.

CHAPTER NINE

Eve

Even after only living in Slate Springs for a few weeks, I knew word of Marina and Tara’s arrival would spread like a grassfire across Kansas. They were beautiful and unmarried. Certainly eligible. The town’s men had been concerned enough about the woefully small population of marriageable women to pass a law allowing two men to marry one bride, therefore they would certainly stir up interest, and quickly. If neither woman opened her mouth, they could be married within the hour. I was homely in comparison and had been wed, twice, within two. I had to assume it was possible the next time I saw them they would have husbands. The question was if each of them would have one, or two.