Denys, Jennifer - Wife for Three [Duoterra] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

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He dropped her hands so that he could cup her face. “I’m not going to hurt you this time, princess. It will be all right, I promise.

Any time you want to stop, just say so.”

She still didn’t budge. Finally after several moments during which he could see her debating the truth of his statement and how much trust she had in him, she said in a very small voice, “Adam didn’t stop.” She dropped her head. “Although I did tell him to continue.” Sighing, Curt moved to wrap his arms around her comfortingly.

“Adam is very inexperienced with women. He didn’t know what to do. We’ll teach him before it is his turn again.” That got several giggles out of her, surprising him.

“What?” He lifted his head to look at her face.

Shaking her head, she explained, “Just the thought of you and Eric showing Adam how to do anything, particularly that.”

“Ah, well, now you mention it, maybe not teach him. But you being with me and then Eric in due course will help him be gentler in the future, but in order for that to happen you need to come with me.” He was quite firm this time.

She did move now and allowed him to lead her into his room. By the time they had reached his bed, she was trembling, but all he did was sit her down and gently enfold her in his arms, stroking her back tenderly. He did this for several minutes. Actually, he just relished holding her in his arms. He might have kissed—and more—several women in his life, but this was the sweetest moment he had ever experienced.

“Are you okay to go further?”

At her nod, he rose to start unbuttoning his shirt. She followed suit.

“Uh-uh.” She stopped, looking up at him, clearly unsure what she had done wrong. He grinned. “That is something I want to do, gorgeous. Lay back. Come on,” he chided as she failed to respond.

There was a frown on her face as she finally did as he requested, lying back from where she sat, her legs still over the side of the bed.

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He winked at her to lighten the tension and sat on the bed next to her, propping his head on an elbow which he rested on the bed beside her, and reaching out to continue unbuttoning her blouse. He could feel her shaking as he did.

As he pushed aside the two halves of the garment, he nearly shook with desire. Her breasts were absolutely stunning.

“Jeez, Bree, you are so beautiful.”

“I am?”

Curt couldn’t believe she didn’t know how lovely she was. “Oh, yes. And we are going to have such fun.” With that, he bent forward and took a breast in his mouth.

“Ahhhh. Oh, God, Curt. What are you doing?” Chuckling at the amazed look on her face, he answered, “All part of the service, princess. Sit tight. There is so much more to show you.

Now, the next thing is to rid you of this inconvenient skirt.” He rose to his feet and stood in front of her. Reaching down to her waist, he flicked open the front buttons and wiggled the skirt off along with her shoes, glad to see she was one of the women who didn’t wear panties.

An older woman he saw in town had explained one day that elastic for holding them up was a luxury item and so difficult to get hold of that many women just didn’t bother these days.

Helping her sit up, he removed her blouse. Her clothes off, Curt took a moment to take in Brianna’s naked splendor and, while standing, shucked the rest of his garments. She brought her arms up to cover her breasts shyly, but he simply undid her arms, pushing her back onto the bed again.

Placing his hands under each knee, he lifted her legs, bending her at the knees to put her feet on the bed next to her buttocks, opening her sex to his eyes, her beautiful, pink pussy. Brianna was clearly uncomfortable with his intent study of her private areas, and she struggled to close her legs and shift backward. Curt held onto her legs firmly but allowed her to shift backward.

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“Exactly where I want you, my lovely. Keep those legs apart.

Please,” he pleaded when she seemed unhappy. Waiting until she gentled, but keeping her legs apart as he had requested, he then let go and kneeled down on the floor so that his head was between them.

“Curt! What are you doing?”

He winked. “You will love this. Trust me.” She struggled to sit up on her elbows. “Trust you? You’re the one who puts idiotic adverts in the newspaper.” Chuckling, he responded, “So what does that make you?” Silent for a moment, she then laughed. “Okay, the dimwit who is lying here, naked and spread wide open for the man his brothers don’t even trust.”

“Ouch.” But he wasn’t hurt by her comments, just relieved that she lay back and started to relax a little.

Bending his head once more, Curt closed his eyes to take in her aroma.
Hmm,
I know that smell. That is the scent of a woman aroused.

Opening his eyes again, he placed his hands on the insides of her thighs to hold her apart and stop her natural instinct to clamp them shut, and moved in to lick her glistening folds. Brianna squealed, but to give her credit, she didn’t move away, so he continued his ministrations, licking around her clit, which was starting to peep from its hood, alternating between her clit and her increasingly wet pussy.

“Oh, God, Curt. That feels…”

He lifted his head. “Feels what, Bree?”

“I–I don’t know. I’ve never felt like this before.” Curt rose and kneeled on the bed between her splayed legs, tucking an arm under each leg as he leaned forward. Her legs were tucked against her body, and he could feel her quivering. “I know you don’t, princess. This is what a woman should feel in bed. Let me show you some more?”

He waited patiently until she nodded, her eyes trusting but wary at the same time, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

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Pushing her legs to either side of her body, he released them and lay down on her body, resting his forearms on either side of her head.

Smiling gently, he smoothed some hair away from her face and bent to place a kiss on one side of her lips before lifting his head.

She raised her head in response as he expected, and then he did the same on the other side. Back and forth, teasingly, until finally she grabbed hold of his hair and cried, “Curt! Kiss me, dammit!” Prolonging his tease, he tried to pull away from her, forcing her to pull him down so she could plant a kiss on his lips. All the while she was giggling at his antics.

Excellent.
He had gotten her to take the initiative. It wasn’t about him forcing her to accept his touch. However, he did take advantage of the moment, having gotten her this far, and pushed his tongue into her willing mouth. He didn’t feel the electricity he had earlier, but it still felt good.

When he raised his head and winked at her, she licked her lips and smiled back. Pleased with the way it was going, he dropped his head to kiss her jaw, her neck, her shoulder all the way down to the curve of her breast. He had to force himself not to grab hold of one of them and latch hungrily onto her nipple as he desperately wanted. Instead he edged closer, placing a very light kiss on its now turgid peak.

“Ohhhhh.” Brianna started panting. “Oh, gosh, that sends tingles all the way down to—”

Curt chuckled. “Yes, Bree, down to where?” Her voice was so quiet when she spoke, he hardly caught it. “To my—my vagina.”

“Good girl.”

His kisses continued their descent, and as he went, he started stroking her side, running his hand from breast to waist to hip.

Brianna started squirming beneath him, whimpering, gripping his hair.

Finally he got to her clit, which was engorged, so he kissed around it. As he rose up over her body again, his hands on either side
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of her head, she arched her back. Waggling his eyebrows at her, he resisted her attempts to pull him down.

“Curt Hollis! You’re a tease. I rue the day I married you.”

“You do, do you? In that case—” and he started to move off her body.

“Don’t you dare!” Brianna finished with a laugh and hauled him back over her.

Settling back in her groove, Curt could feel the tip of his cock rest in her nice wet entrance, and while she was so relaxed, he pushed into her very gently, just the tip of his aching cock.

“Oh.” She tensed.

“Princess, don’t do that. It will be all right, I promise. Just relax and enjoy the sensations you’ve been feeling so far.” He bent his head to whisper laughingly in her ear. “The tingling you like so much.” He felt her slap him for his sassiness and laugh at him. But it worked because he felt the tenseness release, and he was able to push deeper inside her.

Slowly, very slowly, he edged inside, penetrating deeper.

Knowing she was probably still too tight, despite his brother taking her virginity. He didn’t think he could get in much farther without discomfort to Brianna, so he stayed where he was, giving her a few moments to get used to his size, before he started tiny, little thrusts inside her. She felt so snug, yet it felt so right being inside her. He was astonished by how quickly he had accepted her as his wife. The thought of her leaving now was something he didn’t want to contemplate.

When Brianna began jerking beneath him, moaning and gripping his shoulders, he shuddered, relieved, and increased his movements to deeper plunges, making sure he was grinding his pelvis against her clit, determined to give her the pleasure she had been denied before.

“Oh, God, Curt.” Her voice was full of need.

“I know, my love. Reach for it. I’ll give it to you. I promise.” Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands clenched in his hair.

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She was panting rapidly, her nipples rubbing against his chest. She felt so good beneath him, and he struggled to hold back as he felt his balls tightening. He might be impatient with his brothers, but he usually had more endurance with women. He was fast losing it now.

Come on, Bree. Please come.

Thrusting for the last time, he felt Brianna splinter beneath him, her heels digging deep into his buttocks as she arched off the bed and yelled her climax. Her cry was long and lingering and was music to his ears. His relief flowed over him as he plunged into her wet sheath again and again, as she milked him over and over.

His seed finally spent, he rested his forehead on her chest.

When Brianna finally spoke, her voice was husky from screaming.

“Wow, Curt!”

He raised his head. “Good, eh? I take it that means you are going to stay?”

She giggled. “Well, now. This is going to take some serious thought. I’ll have to come back to you on that one.” Curt eased out of her gently and leaned to one side. “So if I do this,” he started to say as he reached down to fondle her pussy, inserting two fingers into the place he had left only moments before, while rubbing his thumb gently over her sensitized clit, “do you think I might manage to change your mind?”

Raising her eyebrows, she trembled and smiled coyly. “Hmm, maybe.”

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“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”

The scream went right through him, and Eric’s whole body froze for an instant.
Dear God—that’s Brianna. What’s happened?
She was
here a little while ago.
Then he remembered she had gone outside to get something from the overgrown herb garden. It was three days since Curt had spent the night with Brianna, and it appeared to have gone well. At least, she was still there. But where was she
now
?

The lethargy left his body as the mug he had been holding slipped out of his hand and crashed to the floor, splintering as it hit the wood.

Turning, he pulled out a kitchen drawer to grab a knife and everything went flying onto the floor. He swore in his panic and swiftly bent to grab a kitchen utensil, then, rising to his feet, he swung his legs over the table, one hand on the tabletop, and racing to the front door, he flung it open. The door slammed back against the wall, the noise sounding very loud in the silence.

Eric winced. He was listening out for noise from Brianna again, but there was nothing. He ran around to the back of the house where the herb garden was.

There was no sign of her.
Dammit! Where is she?

He then noticed the gate at the back of the garden was open and his legs went a little wobbly.
Oh, God. Did she leave the grounds and
go into the woods?

His heart pounded violently in his chest. It was called “the wild region” for a good reason. There were various wild animals on the planet that could kill. In that region, it was the wilderbeast that were the most dangerous, as they could gore you to death, but all their herd
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was down in the pasture where Adam and Curt were checking on them. They were about to take some of them into town to sell so were making sure the chosen ones were marked accordingly. There were various other dangerous creatures between their farm and town, like the red spider whose bite was lethal, but his father had cleared all the nests when he had originally settled there.

Panic rose in Eric.
Christ, has the wolf-cat ventured back again?

They generally slunk away when people moved into their territory, but when cornered or protecting their young, they were vicious, and the last time Eric was in town, he’d learned of a wolf-cat attacking a teenage boy who had been hunting and had gotten separated from his friend. That incident hadn’t been all that far from town, and Brianna wasn’t that much bigger than the boy, who had never been found. His friend was still traumatized by the screams he had heard.

His throat dry with fear, he ran out of the gate and started up the hill, urgently calling for Brianna as he ran. He had just rounded the bend of the path when he saw her staggering toward him holding her left arm across her chest, cradling it with the other.

Oh, God. I knew it. She’s been attacked. But by what?

As soon as she saw him, she cried out and burst into tears.