The Badger City Gang [Bride Train 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“I think that’s it.” Zach pointed to an outcrop above them. A small stream flowed from it. Rusty rode over to the stream, climbed down, and put his hand in.

“It’s warm, all right.” He mounted and came back. “Wish we had one of those. Sure be handy.”

“I don’t know if Walt has a hot spring or not,” said Zach. “He didn’t say, and I don’t know the place well enough yet.”

They dismounted and hobbled their horses where they could get shade, water, and some rare green grass near the stream. This time of year the only green was near running water or in carefully tended gardens. They walked around the rocks and down into the welcoming area.

“It’s lovely!” Kate looked at the wide pool protected by tall rock walls to the north and west. “That must be the washing area.”

She pointed to a sandy area which would drain away from the pond. The upside-down bucket proved it. She took her time walking over, as she wanted to see everything.

“What are you waiting for, darlin’?” Rusty kicked off his boots and went for his belt before he got near the sand. Zach and Gideon were just as quick.

But, now that she was here, a touch of shyness hit. She turned her back. Her fingers shook, making it hard to undo her buttons.

“Why don’t you let me take care of that?” Zach’s blue eyes matched the sky. He tugged her blouse out from her skirt.

“We haven’t seen you in good light before,” said Rusty. “So we’ll have to take our time.” He moved behind her, his cock brushing against her skirt. He tugged at her pins, and her hair tumbled down. She grabbed at the mass. “Save my pins!”

“Sh,” whispered Gideon. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Rusty carefully collected every one of Kate’s hairpins. He put them in her skirt pocket before Gideon removed it. Zach already had her naked from the waist up and was working on her breasts with both hands and his mouth.

Rusty had another destination in mind for his cock, but he’d take it slowly. They’d get her relaxed with a good soak before working on her ass. He had a small tin of lard in his saddlebag, just in case she was willing to try it. His cock throbbed with a three-day need on top of the thought of what they might get up to.

Damn, Kate was something! She was wild and eager, something none of them thought they’d find in a woman who wasn’t being paid to fake it.

He ran his fingers through her hair, from her head to her ass. It took him a few minutes to get the kinks out. He didn’t mind at all. He watched her dark hair tickle her white cheeks, playing peekaboo with her asshole.

“We’ll wash you first, then soak,” said Zach.

They took turns pouring warm water over her, until her hair was all wet. Somewhere Zach had found a bar of sweet soap. He lathered up and went back to work on her breasts. Gideon knelt to the side and worked on her legs, starting at her toes. Rusty took the bar and ran it through her hair. He knew it was impossible to bathe while riding a train. Kate had washed the best she could in their cabin, but she hadn’t time to do her hair. It took hours to dry a woman’s long hair, especially if it was thick like Kate’s.

When her hair was good and soapy, he pushed it over her shoulders to wash her back.

“Hey, that’s getting in my way,” complained Zach.

“Work around it,” replied Rusty.

He swooped the soap over her back before putting it aside. He knelt behind her. Gideon had helped her move her feet apart to get at her pussy, so Rusty had no problem sliding his fingers between those full cheeks. He noticed Gideon was being very thorough, so he could do no less.

A bucket of water splashed down on his head. “What the heck?”

“Time for the lady to get rinsed so she can soak,” said Zach. He handed the bucket to Rusty. Your turn.”

It took a few trips to get the soap out of her hair. While he hauled water, Kate washed Zach and Gideon. Well, not all of them. She ran her soapy hands up and down their cocks until they exploded. He decided not to complain so he could get an extra share later.

After a quick wash he ran into the pool.

“Dang! This side’s cold!”

He waded toward the others, the water warming with each step. Kate floated on her back at waist level, with Zach and Gideon keeping her from sinking. None of them could swim worth a damn, but it didn’t matter here.

“Go do something else and let me soak by myself,” said Kate.

“You’ll sink,” said Gideon.

“No, I won’t.” She pushed their hands away and stood on the soft bottom. The water floated her breasts, making them bob like a lure. “Go!”

“You don’t mean me as well, do you, darlin’?” Rusty’s cock pointed to her like a compass. The sun made the droplets on her wet skin shine. She worried her lip, thinking hard. “It ain’t a hard question. At least, not as hard as my cock.”

She looked at him through the water. He took a couple of steps toward shore, until his cock stuck out. She stared at it for a moment, and then licked her bottom lip. He held his breath.

“That can wait until later,” she said primly. “I want to soak.”

He nodded, peeling his lips back in a smile that likely looked closer to a grimace. She waded to shore until she could duck down and sit on the bottom with just her chin above the water.

Zach heard a splash just before someone tackled him from behind. He went down, but came up with a leg. He threw Gideon, making an even bigger splash. Zach grabbed his head and shoved down, then all heck broke loose.

“I don’t know why you three love to fight so much,” said Kate a while later. They lazed together on the rocks, drying off.

“Didn’t your brothers fight?”

She shook her head at Gideon’s question. “Father didn’t tolerate anything that might be seen as resembling the lower classes.”

“Then I guess pretty much every man out here is lower class, because you ain’t a man unless you can fight.” Rusty rubbed his chin, which somebody’s foot had knocked during their play. “It’s just something brothers do. Especially when they’re horny,” he added with an obvious leer.

“Are you saying that it’s my fault when you fight?”

“No, ma’am,” said Gideon. “Us being horny is our problem. It’s just that we’ve never had much time with women, and we’re, uh—” He looked at Zach for help.

“We’re lucky to have you living with us,” said Zach smoothly. He took Kate’s hand and kissed her palm. “And we’ll treasure you as long as we can.”

Kate’s nipples popped up at that. So did Rusty’s cock. The other two weren’t far behind. Zach turned her head toward him with his finger and brushed her lips with a kiss. She gave a tiny sound in the back of her throat, wrapped her arms around him, and deepened the kiss. He hauled her into his lap.

* * * *

Rusty watched Zach kiss Kate, knowing he’d have his turn soon enough. She was nothing like any women he’d ever met, not that there’d been that many. Kate was passionate, and yet still a bit shy and uncertain. She made him feel like the best lover ever, even though he had two cousins doing their best to one-up him.

Whatever had he done to deserve a woman like Kate, even temporarily?

He knew she wouldn’t stay long. They never did.

His mother had barely tolerated him until she gave him up for good to marry the man who’d just shot his father. Thank God he was enough of a man to insist they take him to stay with Uncle Dougal and Aunt Mary. He was only five, but the way Ma had slapped his face when he begged her not to leave him still hurt.

No woman wanted him for long. Ma had him for five years. Aunt Mary only treated him decent when Uncle Dougal was around. He didn’t blame her. Ma was Dougal’s sister, not even a blood relation to her. Maybe that was why Aunt Mary’s eager acceptance of Peyton didn’t hurt him as much as it did Zach and Gideon.

Of course, he knew long before then about them. He was sixteen when he came back from the mine to find her and Uncle Peyton hard at it. No one knew. If Zach found out his mother had been cheating on his father years earlier, he’d go berserk. It was bad enough that she’d jumped into bed with her brother-in-law shortly after her husband was killed.

On his worse days, Rusty wondered whether it was Aunt Mary who told the bounty hunters where to find the notorious train robber Peyton McInnes. Peyton and his brother Dougal looked like twins from a distance. Even up close many didn’t see the dark freckle beside Dougal’s nose. Rusty could even see Zach and Gideon’s mother making sure it was her husband they found instead of Peyton. Not all women were spawn of the devil, but the two he knew best sure were.

And Kate? She was the first to touch him as if she wanted to. As if he meant something to her, something that only he could provide.

It wouldn’t last, of course. She’d grow tired of him, of them, and move on. But while she was here, he’d enjoy every inch of her.

Zach and Kate finally came up for air. Gideon hauled Kate into his lap before Rusty could get hold of her. She wriggled until she sat on the rocks between his bent knees. She bent hers as well, flashing swollen pink folds. Gideon had her breasts under control, so he rolled and wriggled, careful of his erect cock, until his nose snuggled into her pussy.

She was fresh from the water, but her aroma still drifted into his brain. He knew if he took a hundred women and lined them up, naked, he could find Kate with his eyes closed, ears stuffed with wax, and hands behind his back. Her personal scent filled his head until there was no ugly past, no uncertain future.

The only thing that mattered now was satisfying Kate.

He slid his tongue over her swollen clit. She hissed. He did it again, and she lifted her bottom to press her pussy closer to him.

“I want to see everything,” he whispered to her. He looked up, seeing her glazed eyes. Her lips, swollen from Zach’s kisses, matched the lower ones he drank from. Rusty shifted to let Kate lie down. He immediately pressed her knees apart to let the sun light her up.

Was there anything more perfect than an aroused woman’s hot pussy right where he could taste her? He groaned, knowing the answer was just one—sliding your cock into her tight, hot channel as she convulsed around you.

And if he wanted that, he had to get busy. He knelt, scooping her back cheeks into his palms and bringing his head down. Nothing was smoother than Kate’s slick folds. He sipped from her. She moaned, and he looked up. Zach and Gideon each had one breast in their mouths. Kate lay back, eyes shut and mouth open. Above her dark curls her belly curved, then dipped in at her waist. Large, thick, brown fingers caught each breast, squeezing it gently so it aroused, but didn’t bruise.

The pounding in his brain, matched by his throbbing cock, forced a decision.

“Sit on me, Kate,” he ordered, knowing she would take it as a suggestion. He lay on his back beside her and held out his hands. She looked sideways, her face flushed and aroused. Zach and Gideon backed away, leaving her breasts swollen, the nipples proud.

She smiled, thank God. His cousins lifted her, helping her find a comfortable spot to rest her pussy. He wanted it on his cock, but his lower belly would have to do. For now. Afterward he might feel the marks from where pebbles and weeds poked into his back, but all he could see and feel right now was her perfection.

She grasped his cock in a fist, raised up, and then slowly slid down on him.

He hissed as, inch by inch, Kate enveloped him. She rested her fists on his chest, dangling those wonderful nipples just past his tongue. He looked down, watching as their flesh slowly became one. It was like magic, how she took his huge cock into her tiny body. Took it, and smiled the whole time.

When her pussy reached his balls, she ground herself against him. Her dark curls mingled with his red ones. Drops of honeydew sparkled on their hair. She held herself still, eyes closed, and head back.

“Come on, sweetheart, you gotta move.”

She didn’t let on she’d heard but somehow she grabbed his cock and squeezed.

“Damn!” he groaned. “How do you do that?”

She looked down at him from her superior position. Her eyes were glazed, her wet lips parted. His hands went to her breasts. He loved the way his work-hardened fingers slid along her soft skin. By the way she moaned, Kate liked it, too. He squeezed her nipples between his fingers. She shivered and gripped him again.

He moved one hand to her clit, massaging it gently with his thumb. He’d be damned if he was going to come first! Her breath hitched, and she began moving.

Torture. Pure, lightning-hot, pleasure-filled torture.

Gideon, grinning like a monkey, knelt behind her. He held up a lard-covered finger. Rusty nodded. Gideon, teeth gritted in concentration, did something to her ass. She gasped, arching up before leaning forward again, fists on his chest. She pumped his cock, dragging her clit against his pubic bone. He took hold of her hips, showing her how to move to please them both.

His cock felt every inch of her heat as she moved forward and back. She suddenly gasped, and he felt something stroke his cock. His eyes shot to Gideon, who winked. The kid’s finger was so far in her ass that Rusty could feel it! Kate trembled, gasping. Hell, if she liked it so much, he was happy to go along. It didn’t matter that another man’s finger touched his cock as long as Kate’s thin membrane separated one from the other.

Kate sped up until she slammed herself against his groin. A rosy flush erupted from her belly to cover her breasts, neck, and face. Thank God! He didn’t know how long he could hold on.

Gideon shoved in another finger, Kate’s pussy clenched him tight, and she exploded. A coil of heat erupted from his balls, shot up his cock and out in a blaze of glory. He roared, slamming her down on his cock again and again. She gasped and moaned, suddenly slumping on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close until the world stopped spinning. The wetness on his cheeks was from her tears, of course.

Men don’t cry. Ever.

The hot sun warmed Walt Chamberlain’s back. He sighed, wishing he could keep some of the heat for January’s blizzards. It was already late August, which meant Old Man Winter wasn’t far behind. He mightn’t get as cold if he could get the Widow Johnston frisky. She was a fine-looking woman with lots of soft flesh to hold on to. His hair and beard might make him look old, but his blood was hot whenever she was around.