Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

When his fingers touched her swollen pussy instead of a cotton barrier, he’d almost come in his pants. He had a wet spot from pre-cum, but at least he hadn’t exploded like a youth.
    He was the first of them to see Sophie. He had been in the dining room with Byron Ashcroft. She’d come in with Casey, but he only had eyes for the prim, widowed Mrs. Amos McLeod. The way she held her head high and looked directly at him made him want her. The sway of her hips made him want her. So did the challenge in her eyes.
    He had an idea from her spark and determination that she’d be passionate, but this was more than he’d hoped for. She’d come from his touch, grinding her clit against his palm. He was sure it was her first time, and that she wanted more. Yet she’d pushed him away when he thought she’d invite him back to her room to finish the job.
    He groaned, letting his head fall back to thud against the wall. What the heck had Max done while he was away? Didn’t his twin want Sophie? Likely he’d put everything aside until they finished this last assignment. Why couldn’t Max enjoy a side trip now and then, instead of staying on the straight and narrow?
    This was one of the problems with having an identical twin few people knew about. Judge Thatcher knew, and he’d likely told Sheriff Barstow. Maybe it slipped out when he or Max was interviewing someone. But obviously Sophie didn’t know. Would she change her mind if she knew there were two of them, and that he was the one who’d flirted with her?
    He rubbed his swollen cock, wishing it was Sophie’s hand. No, her mouth, taking him deep as he fought to stay still. And then he’d fill her pussy and explode inside her, pumping until she came for a second time. If he was really lucky, and they could keep her for a while, he might get her to consider having one of them slide into her ass. His cock throbbed, begging for release.
    “Sorry for waking you, buddy, but it won’t be happening tonight.”
    He was suddenly exhausted from the long ride. Sophie was gone for the night. He might as well try to sleep. He gave the quiet knock to let Max know it was him, opened the door, and entered. Max saw it was him, rolled over, and was soon snoring again. Sam stripped to his drawers and collapsed into bed. He curled on his side as usual. His hand ended up near his nose. He inhaled Sophie’s feminine scent.
    “The next time we get together, Sophie McLeod, I’m not walking away,” he vowed.

Chapter 3
     
    “That Mr. Gibson’s back again. I already gave him breakfast.”
    Sophie stilled for a moment at Billy’s voice before setting the hot pie down with a thump. She blew on her fingers. They weren’t quite as protected by the cloth as she’d hoped. Neither was her heart protected if it thumped like that just from the thought of him.
    She’d tossed and turned all night. Should she have pushed him away? She might have been flying this morning, satisfied and eager for more. Instead, she was tired, grumpy, and very, very frustrated. When she dressed, she’d braided her hair looser than normal. She wound it around her head like a crown but pinned it in a less severe way. Her top two buttons were undone and she’d folded her sleeves back so her wrists showed.
    If Max’s fingers could bring her to orgasm in only a few minutes, what could the rest of him do? She shouldn’t be greedy.
    But you want to be greedy. You want those screaming multiple orgasms the valley wives boast about.
    She shut the stove door with a slam. Unfortunately Max Gibson was the first man in her twenty-six years to make her heart beat erratically and her pussy swell. She mercilessly tamped down another wave of arousal before it flashed up her chest. She was not going to be burned by a man.
    While she might want Max in her bed temporarily, most of the time he looked like the sex-means-marriage type of man. She wasn’t against remarrying, but she wanted more than he could provide. Why shouldn’t she