Western Widows (4 page)

"I'm yours."

Liam's eyes widened at the words, as if he didn't believe I'd ever say them. Pulling back, he slipped almost completely out of me before thrusting deep. I cried out at the lush, slick feel of him moving within me. "Again," he said, moving in and out at a faster, more intense pace.

"I'm yours." My eyes slipped closed, my back arched off the bed as he took me. What Richard had done was rut, using my body for his pleasure. When Liam took my leg and lifted it so my ankle rested on his shoulder and worked himself in me, he was playing my body as if it were a musical instrument, finding the right notes to make the perfect music. It was on one expert thrust that I came again, this time the pleasure was so sharp, so intense that my inner walls clenched down on Liam's length, holding him, pulling him deeply inside me. I couldn't catch my breath. I couldn't do anything but savor the tingling, blissful wave of pleasure Liam elicited from my body.

Lowering my leg, he came up on his hands and took me. There was no other word for it. He was lost in his own need now, his own pleasure, having seen to mine not once, not twice, but three times. His hips rammed into mine with a vigor that had me moving across the bed. The sound of slapping flesh, of my slick, wet arousal filled the air. The ripe tang of our joining was strong. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except Liam. I lifted my hips in time with his thrusts, learning how I could shift so he filled me so the broad head of his cock bumped my womb. Liam's back arched as he held himself deeply embedded, his cock swelling as he groaned, his hot seed filling me, my inner walls still clenching, sucking him in and trying to keep him there. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched closed, his neck tense and corded. He looked as if in pain instead of the intense pleasure I knew he felt.

Once recovered, he rolled onto his back with a loud sigh, pulling me along with him so I lay on top of him, still connected in the most elemental of ways. I felt his thick seed drip hotly from me even with him still fully inside. There was no question I'd been well claimed. I fell asleep in the warmth of Liam's arms as I listened to his heart beat slow, his breaths settle. At peace.

LIAM

We were both insatiable. Once I'd recovered from that first fuck, I'd pulled Charlotte up my body so I could kiss her. There was no need for words, for I'd broken down any barriers of embarrassment or insecurity. It was clear with every kiss, every breathy pant, every stroke of her hand that Charlotte was as eager as I. My cock had remained hard and there was no delay in my readiness for her. I just had to help her sit astride me, awareness filling her eyes as I filled her completely.

"Ride me, love," I said, my hands on her hips.

Lifting up on her knees, she came off my cock almost completely, then slid back down.

"Mmm, Liam, I like this," she said, her words slow and languid.

I lifted my hands to cup her breasts—I couldn't resist them—as she rode me. It wasn't until she found her rhythm and I had to grip the quilt at my sides to prevent me from gripping her hips and moving her as I wanted. This was her moment to use me, to impale herself on my cock and use it as a tool to come. It didn't take long, for either of us. I just had to watch her breasts sway and bounce as she used me to have my balls drawing up close to my body, the orgasm building at the base of my spine. I knew she was close because her walls started to clamp down on me, trying to keep me deep within all the while pulling up, then down. A sheen of perspiration coated her silky skin, her hair matted to her brow.

"You're going to come, aren't you, love?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Yes!" she cried as she slammed down onto me and screamed, her body clenching me tight. Her hands came up to her breasts and lifted them, squeezing them in her grip to pull as much pleasure from her body as she could get. Once she started to come down from her pleasure, I gripped her hips and lifted and lowered her to my own tempo, setting off my own release within a few strokes. She was too hot, too tight, too wet, too fucking alluring to hold back. Come shot from my cock in thick pulses, over and over until she was overflowing, my seed seeping out and down onto me.

A thought cooled my ardor. "Charlotte," I said, my voice hoarse.

"Mmm?" she asked, pushing her long hair away from her face, a sated smile on her lips.

"Could you be with child?" It had been three months since Richard died, since the last time they could have come together, but Charlotte would know if she was expecting. It would be too soon for me to tell, although her breasts were lush and her hips and waist soft and supple. It was possible for her to have a babe in her belly.

Her demeanor changed as if I'd dunked her into a cold stream. Her pale eyes met mine as she shook her head. "No. No baby."

"You're sure?" I asked. "You weren't married long, but it certainly would be possible. I know you aren't a virgin."

"I'm sure. I bled two weeks ago."

I felt relief at her words. Not because a baby of Richard's would not be treated as my own, but I wanted my seed to take root in her womb. I wanted to watch the fruit of our joining to swell her belly. Taking hold of her hips, I lifted her up onto her knees so she was high above me. I stroked my hands down her thighs and watched as a thick globule of seed dripped from her pussy and onto my belly. My fingers slipped through the wetness on her inner thighs, then over her red and very swollen pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside of her.

"You're coated. Filled. There's no question we will make a baby before the week is out."

Her hips began to shift as she looked down at me. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice growing breathy. I couldn't keep my hands off her. Feeling my seed deep inside of her, watching it slide from her body had me rock hard. Again.

"Because I'm going to show you all the different ways I can fuck you before I let you out of this bed. And there are many. Your pussy's going to be so full of my cum."

Her eyes widened at my words. "There's another way to do it? I didn't even know I could ride you. I'll never be able to ride a horse without blushing."

I grinned. She could ride me anytime she wanted. If I were a stallion to her mare, but it was time to take her like one. Giving her ass a light swat, I gave her my next direction. "On your hands and knees."

"Hey!" she said, surprised by the smacking sound. Charlotte eyed me for a moment, then did as I bid, shifting off of me. Her full breasts swung beneath her as she moved. I sat up and moved behind her, nudging one knee, then the other, wider so I could see all of her offerings. Her pussy lips weren't dainty, but full and lush, better to spread around my cock. And her little pink rosette of her ass. My cock stirred and filled at the thought of taking her there.

As she looked over her shoulder at me, I ran my finger through my seed that thickly coated her and touched it to her back entrance. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't move. I glanced at her. "Ever been fucked in the ass?"

She shook her head slowly.

"I'm going to fuck you here first," I said, slipping my fingers into her drenched pussy. "Soon, I'm going to fuck you here." Coming up onto my knees, I aligned my cock and slid into her pussy in one smooth, slick stroke. Charlotte groaned and I felt the vibration of it in my cock. I would never get enough of her.

CHARLOTTE

Liam didn't let me out of bed the remainder of the day. He went and found some food for us, to keep up our strength he'd said, but that was all. We slept, talked and fucked long after the sun went down. He'd used the word fuck in reference to what he did to me, for it was hot, carnal and oh so decadent. It wasn't anything like what Richard and I had done. There was no comparison. If Liam was worried I'd think about my dead husband while he was fucking me, he had nothing to fear. With Liam, I was wild and lost to everything but how he made me feel.

And the things we did! My cheeks flamed thinking about it. He'd woken me up twice during the night to fuck me. Once he'd stood at the side of the bed, pulled me to the edge and took me, my knees spread wide and pushed back toward my chest. The second time, just before dawn, he'd had me up on my knees as I held onto the headboard as he took me from behind. Only when I'd come had he let me fall asleep, tucked securely in his arms. I was coated in his seed, wet and sticky, but I didn't care. Fucking wasn't neat and tidy. It wasn't done beneath covers with lifted nightgowns. It was carnal and dirty and frantic. Even the scent of our joining filled the air.

I didn't awaken until the sun was high in the sky. Only then did I stir, feeling the delicious aches from all of Liam's attentions. Alone in bed, I sat up and wondered where he had gone. I didn't have time to question as he came through the bedroom door as if he knew I was no longer asleep. He wore his dark pants from the day before, only a button or two of the placket done, and nothing else. His hair was mussed, most definitely from my fingers as I'd grabbed hold of the silky strands. His chest had a light dusting of equally dark hair that ran in a V to his navel and then in a thin line that ran beneath his pants to what I knew was a thatch of dark hair at the base of his very endowed cock.

Liam eyed my breasts as he came over to kiss me. "This is a sight I will wake up to every morning. Unfortunately, it will cause me to be late for work every day."

I grinned. "No bank today?" He owned the bank which made him a very busy—and wealthy—man. With the mines finding thick veins of silver, money was secured within Liam's vault.

He shook his head. "No bank today. I promised Seth Barnes we'd join him for lunch, but otherwise I have you all to myself for the duration."

"Mr. Barnes was a friend of Richard's, although we haven't been formally introduced."

"Yes. We were all friends. Seth knew of my intentions to marry you yesterday and planned this lunch to meet you."

I raised a brow. "Confident, were you?"

"Don't give me that saucy grin. The feelings between us are most definitely mutual." He kissed me again.

"Most definitely," I readily agreed.

He groaned and stepped back. "I wish to fuck you again. I don't think I will ever get enough. But we have an appointment to keep and I do not wish to explain to my friend the very carnal reason for our tardiness."

At the idea of anyone knowing what we did had the smile slipping from my face. Liam ran the back of his knuckles over my cheek. "Don't worry, love. No one will know what we do. Your body is just for me. I've drawn you a bath. You are quite dirty."

"It is all your fault," I pouted. "You've sullied me."

He laughed. "Sullied? That's the word? No
wife.
I've fucked you well. Fucked you quite well indeed."

He hoisted me into his arms and carried me to the outer room where a steaming hot bath awaited.

* * * * *

An hour later, I was dressed and ready to meet Liam's friend.

"Come on, love."

"Just a moment," I called to him in the other room. Liam had kept his word and kept his hands off of me, although I could tell it was costing him terribly as he watched me bathe. I'd been a tad wicked and used the cloth and soap to clean myself in ways I'd never considered before. I spent ample time cleaning my breasts, soaping them well and then running my hands over them much longer than necessary. I saw his eyes narrow as my nipples furled. Then, when I cleaned between my legs, I'd made small whimpers of pleasure at the feel of my hands on me. I'd taunted him and it felt good. Perhaps there was one more way I could taunt him and it would be hours before he could do anything about it.

"I'm ready," I said as I came into the front room. Liam turned from the window to look at me, his gaze moving from head to toe. "I have something for you."

He raised a brow but said nothing. I pulled my hand from behind my back, my drawers dangling from my fingers. "I thought perhaps you could hold these for me?"

Liam snatched them from his hand and tucked them into his pants pocket, his eyes narrowed. He, too, held his hand up. In it were two of my hair ribbons, a soft cream color to match the lace edging on my dress. The neckline wasn't plunging, but had a round neckline that revealed the tiniest bit of the upper swell of my breasts.

I frowned in confusion. "Ribbons?"

Liam stepped closer with intent and I retreated so my bottom bumped against the table. He placed the ribbons upon it then began to undo the buttons on my bodice. "We don't have time—"

"Only a few, love."

I stood and let him, my head lowered as I watched what he was doing. He opened the bodice enough to expose the top of my corset. He tugged the stiff fabric down with his strong grip and my breasts popped free. My nipples were soft and plump but when he put his hands on them, tugging and pinching them in a way he quickly learned I liked, they became hard tips within moments. He picked up a ribbon and wrapped it around my nipple and looped it, then pulled the ends. The thin satin cinched around my pink tip and Liam pulled on it so that it became quite tight.

"Liam, oh!" I gasped. I'd only had his fingers squeeze and pinch the tips and only for a few seconds at most. "What are you doing?"

He worked his large hands quite nimbly over the ribbon, making a perfect bow that lay on my breast so it looked as if it were a gift. One end of it was longer than the other. The tingling feeling of the ribbon snug around me was intense, for it was constant. It was a touch painful, but not enough for me to raise my hands and yank the ribbon off, for I could have done that easily enough. Liam knew that. He knew I was aware I could relieve the delicious ache at any time, but the look in his eye said to me that I should leave it as is. I needed to trust him on this as it was his own form of taunting. And it was quite good.

By the time he had both nipples securely wrapped in ribbon I was breathing hard, the feeling of need washing over me. I couldn't think about anything but my breasts. Liam undid the top few stays on my corset, allowing the fit across my breasts to be a little looser. He put me back to rights, tucking my breasts back beneath the stiff fabric and buttoning up my dress. The long tails of the ribbon were the only sign of what he'd done and they hung loosely from the neckline of my dress as if part of the edging. Only Liam and I knew otherwise. He eyed me carefully.

"You'll keep those on all through our luncheon, Charlotte." His voice had a new timbre to it. It was his business voice, deep and even. Authoritative.

"I...I don't know if I can," I whispered. The tightness on my nipples created a deep ache in my pussy. I couldn't think of calling it anything else after the night Liam and I shared. I was wet, hot and needy from the constant tightening of my nipples.

"You can and you will. We'll both know what that ribbon is for. Sometime during lunch I'll pull them loose with one quick tug and do you know what you're going to do?"

His voice was mesmerizing, his actions were intimate, endearing and very, very dirty.

I swallowed and shook my head.

"You're going to come."

"Oh," I whispered. I wanted to come right then and there, not wait until later.

He took me by the elbow to lead me to the door, but instead of opening it, he pushed me against it so my back pressed into the hard wood. My dress was lifted to the waist as Liam's hard body pinned me in place. I felt his hand at his pants, undoing them.