Western Widows

"Very convincing," she reiterated. We burst out in laughter and this was how the men found us.

"They are content without us, Ben," Liam said, going over to lean forward and kiss the top of Charlotte's head.

"Speak for yourself," Ben grumbled. Instead of a simple kiss, he pulled me up and into his arms to give me a heated, languorous kiss. His tongue dipped into my mouth to tangle with mine and his hands at the back of my head angled me just to his liking. It was so easy to sink into the kiss, into him, but the soft laughter of our friends had Ben lifting his head. He hadn't come either and I could see the need on his face. Once he slipped the plug within me, we'd dressed and readied ourselves for leaving the house. He'd said we would never make it if we hadn't donned our clothes.

"Why don't you kiss me that way?" Charlotte asked.

Liam arched a brow, glanced at Ben, then to his wife. "It appears that the gauntlet has been tossed. Say farewell to our guests, baby."

Charlotte's mouth fell open. "You can't mean to...now?"

"Now," Liam replied. "Ben, let yourselves out."

Liam bent at the waist and lifted his wife unceremoniously over his shoulder so her hands pummeled his bottom.

"Keep it up, baby, and your ass will be next."

They walked out the kitchen door in the direction of the hall. We heard footfall on the steps, then a door upstairs slamming shut.

Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "It appears we are quite alone."

I was surprised by the eagerness of Liam to bed Charlotte, another example of how a couple could be happily married and were vastly attracted to each other. It made me think that my marriage to Ben was actually quite normal while what I lived through with Paul was an aberration.

"What should we do with all this time?" he asked. I recognized the heated, interested gleam in his eye. "Perhaps pull that plug from your ass? Do you know I've been thinking about it and how much I want to fuck you all this time?"

I stood and looked around the room. "Here? We can't do that in their kitchen. They're right upstairs!"

"I really don't think they'll be coming down for quite sometime. But I agree. This isn't the place. I want to be somewhere I can fuck you without the chance of being interrupted."

We returned to our house with hasty and eager steps and Ben had me pressed up against the front door and his mouth on mine before I could say a word. It was the completion of the kiss in our friends' kitchen, but it was only a precursor I knew would lead to more. So much more.

"I've filled you up again and again, sweetheart. We've most assuredly made a baby."

My eyes widened at his words. I hadn't thought about the chances of that. "It...it didn't happen with Paul. Perhaps I'm barren."

Lifting my chin so I looked into his dark eyes, he said, "No, love. You were just meant to have babies with me. You're going to be so full of my seed you won't have a chance not to make an impish little boy."

I had no idea why his words warmed me so. He made me believe that a child between us was possible. He was correct, it wasn't going to be for lack of trying. "I think it would serve you right to have a little girl with jet black hair who will have you wrapped around her little finger. The boys will follow her."

"Like hell they will," Ben growled. He ducked and tossed me over his shoulder just as Liam did with Charlotte. "We're going to go make a boy, sweetheart. I'm in charge here."

As he carried me up the steps, I knew that even though Ben was in charge, I truly did have all the power. I could rip his love to shreds, but I wouldn't. I could deny him my body and my pleasure, but I couldn't.

I could only give him my love.