A Contract Bride's Triple Surprise (18 page)

The women she helped back East had no power. As their father or husband’s chattel, they were forced to bow down to a man’s will. Beth said that a man might have power over his wife, but when three men wanted the same woman, she held the balance of power. Tonight, she had the power.

She let Ross guide her to the bed. She crawled up Nevin’s body on her hands and knees. He stared at her breasts as they swayed. He licked his lips. His hands grabbed the bars of the headboard so tight she almost saw them bend. She stopped when her knees were at his hips.

His cock throbbed along with the pulse in his neck. It was about the same size as her husband’s, thick and strong. She reached out one hand. Nevin hissed as she touched him, his whole body jerking in automatic response.

She thought back to the pillow book. In one drawing, the woman’s face wasn’t visible as she’d draped her hair over the man’s chest. She adjusted her knees and leaned forward. She let her hair dangle across his chest for a moment then dragged it back and forth. Some caught on his cock. He muttered something she was sure was a swear word but didn’t recognize.

“Did you teach her that?” Nevin spoke through gritted teeth.

“Nope,” replied Ross. “That in one of your pictures, Amy?”

She bent down, holding Nevin’s cock tight, and licked his tip. His whole body spasmed. He groaned like a beast in agony. She licked him again. This time, he kept more control, merely hissing like a steam engine. Someone pulled her hair out of her eyes. Ross. He used his fingers to comb it back so it flowed over her shoulders.

“Nev wants you to suck his cock,” he said. “He wants to feel your lips and see you take him into your mouth.”

She looked at Nev’s grimacing face. His eyes opened wide as she engulfed the head. Though both hands held him tight and she leaned on him with her chest, he still pressed up, encouraging her to go deeper.

She twitched when Ross parted her pussy lips with his fingers. She groaned around Nevin’s cock when Ross slid a finger into her.

* * * *

Ross got comfortable behind Amelia’s lush bottom. He pressed her butt cheeks wide with his palms. She clenched his finger when he slid one into her soaking, hot pussy. Nevin, staring at Amelia sucking his cock, looked like every one of his birthdays and Christmases had finally been rewarded with one big present.

Did he look so besotted when Amelia rode his cock? Likely.

There was something about an eager woman wanting a man that made everything seem perfect for a while. Gillis used to have the same look, and he saw it regularly on Trace. If he’d waited around until Simon came out of the Elliott kitchen after making Beth scream, he’d likely have seen the same satisfied, stunned look.

His cock rose valiantly. He didn’t think he could come, but he was hard enough to stroke Amelia into another explosion. He swished his finger in the oil, coating it well. A pink ring appeared when he scratched Amelia’s tight rosebud. He pressed in like a skewer, past her natural resistance. When he felt her relax, he withdrew.

She held Nev’s cock tight with one hand when she sat up. Nev stared at her breasts as if mesmerized. Ross snorted to himself. He still did the same. What was it about those handfuls that meant so much to a man? Was it because they were so different from his own body?

She settled herself, rubbing her wet pussy against Nevin’s cock as best as she could. She stared down at him. Ross saw the tension in his smile, the lines beside his eyes. Amelia lifted a breast and squeezed. Nev gulped, hard.

“Don’t you want to touch these?”

Nev pulled his hands from behind his head and reached for her breasts. She leaned forward to help. Ross saw that Venus smile of power blaze as Nevin gazed up in awe.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she said.

Nev must have done something to her sensitive nipples because she suddenly gasped and thrust into his palms. He groaned. She took control back, grasping him in a two-handed grip. She leaned forward again, mouth opening. Ross’s view improved, her pussy shining and wet right before him.

“Jehosephat!” Nevin grabbed the bars again.

Ross, remembering the feel of her mouth when she sucked him and rubbed his hand over his own cock. Nev was probably fighting to keep from exploding. Having Amy’s soft mouth and strong tongue on his cock was something to be enjoyed as long as possible.

He worked her until three oiled fingers easily pressed into her ass. She moaned when he twisted them, pushing back against him for more. She was ready.

He poured oil into his cupped palm and set the tin mug on the floor. He knelt behind her. Using his hand to guide, he pressed the head of his cock into her hole.

“Push out, Amelia,” he whispered.

When she did, he easily slid in an inch. He stopped to let her adjust. Even though he’d just come, taking her ass made him ready to go again. He pressed in another inch. She groaned around Nev’s cock.

Ross gave her slow, controlled thrusts. He worked until he was deep in her. Damn, she was hot! Hot and tight.

He slid his clean hand around her belly. She jerked when he found her clit.

Nevin, eyes wild, suddenly pounded up, knocking Ross’s hand from her clit. Nev roared, bucking like an unbroken stallion, thrusting wildly. Ross thrust a few inches each way to slam his balls against her clit. He heard a high groan, Amy’s scream muffled by Nev’s cock. He pulled out, still semi-hard.

Nevin finally collapsed, gasping for air. After a moment, he opened his eyes, the wild coyote grin back again. He pulled Amelia forward until their lips met. He kissed her deeply, molding her breast with one hand. Finally, she sighed and settled, resting her head on his chest.

Ross got off the bed and cleaned up. When he turned back, Nev had wrapped his arms around Amelia, asleep on his chest. His eyes were closed, his lips pressed tight. Ross blew out the lamp. He wouldn’t want to see his brother’s fight to hold back tears.

How long had it been since Nev held a loving woman in his arms? Ross had never done so until the night he met Amelia. Why would Nevin be any different?

He threw on some pants and went downstairs for a snack. He waited until Nevin, fully dressed, came downstairs.

“She’s still sleeping,” said Nev quietly.

Though he kept his head down, Ross saw the raw look on his brother’s face. They both knew that Amelia would call out for Ross and would hold her husband during the night.

Nevin quietly let himself out the door. He didn’t come home the next day.

Chapter Seventeen

“Is Nevin avoiding me? He hasn’t been home in two days.”

Amelia lay with her head on Ross’s chest. She’d started the day with kisses as Ross, pressing her thighs apart, nibbled and licked her awake. She beat the rooster’s morning cry by only a few minutes, thanks to her husband’s nimble tongue. Warm fingers of rosy morning light lit up the valley outside the window. After two days of rain, she planned to wash some of the men’s heavy clothing. Baby things were washed every day and hung on lines over the stove when it was wet.

“Maybe, but he’ll be back today since it’s dry.”

“Good. He can help me with all those dirty pants, socks, and shirts.”

Ross’s smile reached his eyes, crinkling the corners. He kissed her forehead.

“Nope. We’ve got logs to saw. Need boards for Auntie’s home.”

“You can’t saw in the rain?”

“The blade binds when it’s wet.”

She nodded and rested her head on his chest again. His heart, which had pounded like a steam engine after their session, was steady and strong. He combed her hair with his fingers, tickling her when it dangled on her back. The clatter of pots and impatient cry of a baby made Amelia press her hand on his chest to lever herself up.

“Oof!”

“Stop complaining. You had me sitting on your chest a few minutes ago, so don’t complain that one hand is going to squish you.”

She skittered off the bed and quick-stepped behind the screen before he could reach out a long arm and haul her back to him. By the time she performed her morning ablutions, he was gone. She sighed in relief that she could get dressed alone. He liked to lean a shoulder against the wall and watch her. He didn’t care if she was putting clothes on or off or just brushing her long hair.

Amelia slowly dressed. It was going to be a hot day, and she’d be getting soaked with wash water, so she didn’t want too many layers. She’d shortened a couple of skirts to wear with her new boots. Walking was much easier without wet skirts flapping around her ankles.

She had a husband who appreciated her as well as two brothers-in-law and a baby niece who needed her. She enjoyed the company, but Tillie would be leaving with her husband in the next month or so. How could she feel at home when there was so little she was good at? Ross liked her body, but what about her brain… or her heart?

She descended the stairs and into the busy kitchen. With Auntie at the stove and Tillie feeding a baby, she began the day by taking down the dried baby cloths. She took an armful onto the sunny porch. She inhaled the morning air, full of the aroma of flowers blooming. She set the cloths on the table and began folding. She hummed as she worked, bending over to smooth the folds.

“Now, ain’t that a purty sight before breakfast.”

She whirled around at the lazy drawl, pressing the cotton to her chest as if it could protect her. Nevin stood below wearing only pants and boots. Droplets fell from his dark brown hair to his chest. One ran down to his belly. She watched its slow trip. She licked her lips, imagining tasting the fresh creek water off his body. The drop reached his waist and was absorbed by his pants. As she watched, the fabric below his waist stirred, tenting outward.

“You asking for something, ma’am? I’d be mighty pleased to help.”

She raised her hot face. He winked.

“You surprised me,” she said. She pursed her lips.

He slowly looked to the left and then right. He leaned slightly forward and dropped his voice.

“Anytime you want to surprise me by finishing up what those eyes of yours started, let me know.” He stood straight and fingered his still-wet hair straight back. “In fact, don’t tell me, just do it.” He came up the stairs and stood beside her. “How about a morning kiss, Mrs. MacDougal?”

Before she could reply, he stepped close and wrapped his arms around her. She gulped and looked at his chest rather than meet his gaze. He had a few hairs around his nipples, but the rest of his front was smooth. The pulse in his neck throbbed, as did her pussy. She’d barely left her husband’s bed, yet this man made her heart race and her legs quiver!

“Amelia,” he whispered. “Say, ‘Good morning, Nevin.’”

She swallowed and took a breath. Inhaling made their chests touch. Only one thin layer of cotton separated her full breasts from his broad chest. She looked up.

“Good morning, Nevin,” she managed to choke.

She tried to back up, but he held tight. He shook his head. A corner of his mouth tilted up. He waited a beat and then lowered his head. She knew what he wanted. Sighing, she closed her eyes and tilted her head. Nevin’s lips were cool, as if he’d stuck his whole head in the meltwater stream. They warmed quickly against hers. He was so gentle she relaxed her lips and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Mmm,” he murmured in his throat, lips closed on hers. She opened her lips for more, but he stepped back. His chest heaved as he kissed her forehead.

“You’ll have to ask for more than that later,” he said. He placed his hands on her bottom and squeezed her cheeks. He released them and moved toward the door. “Breakfast’s waitin’,” he drawled. He touched a finger to his forehead as if it was a hat then went inside.

Amelia turned back to the baby nappies. She stared at them for a moment, gritting her teeth. If she was a lesser woman, she would have a stomping fit right then and there. He knew he was stirring up trouble when he kissed her. And when she responded, he backed away and left her high and dry.

No, not dry. Wet and needy.

She folded the rest of the nappies, muttering to herself. She was so immersed in her work that she shrieked when an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her from her task.

“Got a kiss for your husband, too?” He turned her around to face him.

“What does he think he’s doing, kissing me like that and then walking away?” She knew she pouted up at Ross but didn’t care that her lip stuck out like a child’s.

Ross answered with a kiss of his own. This time, when she opened her lips, he obliged her, deepening the kiss. His hand found her bottom and pulled her snug against him. She felt the promise of his hard cock. She rubbed her hips against him, eagerly showing what she wanted. They finally broke off the kiss to breathe.

“Nevin wants the same thing you do,” said Ross. “He’s teasing, seeing if you want more.” He fondled her aroused breast, the hard nipple easily visible through the thin fabric. “Do you want more, Amelia?”

“Yes.” The word was out of her mouth before she thought of what it meant. She wanted more of Ross, of course. But Nevin?

“Nevin told you he wants to taste you. He wants to lick that sweet pussy of yours until you come all over him.”