Two Wanted Men
Badlands 2

“Hold tight. I’ll be right back.” The decidedly male voice emanating from the direction of her father’s medical office froze her in mid-step. It was most assuredly not her father’s voice.

Moonlight filtered through the curtains and Miranda realized she’d stepped into an illuminating shaft of light.

Before she could even think to get her feet moving, a tall shape moved out of the open doorway headed directly into her path. The gun in her hand was suddenly covered with a larger hand and wrenched from her fingers. The stranger pushed her against the wall covering her with his firm masculine warmth. The moment his body connected with hers, Miranda squealed in protest.

A wicked sensation rose inside at the realization that she was dressed only in her sheer nightdress and an open robe and pressed intimately to a strange man.

“Goddamn, you scared the shit outta me.”

Miranda mentally tamped down the heart-pounding sensation of being ensconced in strong muscular arms. “How odd since this is my house and you’ve broken in. I believe I’m the one who has the right to be alarmed here, not you.”

He ignored her attitude, and added, “And what the hell are you doing with a gun?” He pushed her a little harder against the wall. With his firm chest pressed so close, she could practically count the muscles on his torso. Not at all unpleasant, which was a shocking thought to have, given the perilous situation.

“A strange man broke into my house in the middle of the night. The gun seemed like the best idea to rid myself of the problem.”

His silence greeted her retort. She held her breath wondering what might happen next. The familiar tick tock of the grandfather clock from the adjacent wall was the only sound in the room. After a few moments, he eased back.

“Sorry, ma’am. Didn’t mean to alarm you, but this is an emergency.” Every part of her body was squeezed tighter in his steely grasp. Her instincts told her to resist, however her body’s reaction remained completely the opposite. Somewhere deep inside, she softened a little at the unexpected event of simply being this close to another person. A very masculine person.

While this man smelled very nice and his arms around her suggested a certain level of protected comfort, he was unfamiliar. A stranger.

The fingers resting along her spine branded the skin beneath her two thin layers of nightclothes. Correction, he was a sexy stranger.

“Please remove your hands from my person.” Part of her wasn’t quite as convinced that he should let go, but her practical side spoke up and did the talking before she could stop it. Proper decorum dictated that she shouldn’t be so aroused by having a strange man pressed to her body, but Miranda found she lacked the desire to end the embrace on her own.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered again. Ever so slowly, he relinquished his hold and she backed up a step out of his reach. Her vision finally adjusting to the dark, Miranda moved cautiously to a table nearby and lit a candle to illuminate the situation.

In the meager light, the man standing only an arm’s length away looked like a desperado. He was tall, dark, and muscular, with hair as black as pitch and his sinfully handsome face sported a day’s growth of beard. Miranda sucked in a spontaneous breath at the sheer beauty of him. The flame flickered as she studied his handsome face. Her gaze traveled downward past his wide muscular chest to his hips. Arms hanging by his sides, she noticed her small gun was dwarfed by his large hands.

“Want your gun back?” He offered it handle first.

She reached for it without answering, but he didn’t relinquish it until her gaze shot to his eyes again.

Once he had her attention, he let go of the gun. He stuck a thumb over his shoulder. “I need the ‘sawbones’ for my friend. He got shot. Could you get him down here?”

Miranda cleared her throat once to keep from squeaking a response. “The doctor isn’t here.”

“Shit.” He twisted his head to look behind over one beefy shoulder and then just as quickly turned to stare at her again. “When do you think he’ll be back?”

“I have no idea.” She lifted the candle and peeked around his shoulder. She saw the rough shape of another man in her father’s office slumped in the chair near the back door.

“Is he out helping someone? I could go fetch him back here—”

“No. He’s not out doctoring.” Her sour tone of voice was unintentional, but for some reason, she was angrier than usual about her father being out drinking to excess tonight. Even if he’d been in residence, he wouldn’t be any good to a wounded patient needing care.

The man in the other room called out, “Reese? What’s taking so damn long?”

Reese. Miranda tucked away the name of the gorgeous man before her.

Reese’s gaze focused on her with an intensity she found intriguing. Something in the desperation of this man’s eyes wanting to help his friend made her relax a notch.

Miranda pondered the radical idea of suggesting that “she” might be able to help his friend. However, more often than not, any offer of her medical services was met with a wide range of emotions, from derisive laughter to outright hostility, at the mere suggestion that a woman do any doctoring.

“Is there something you could do?” he asked quietly. “I’d be grateful for any help you could give.”

ADULT EXCERPT

She moaned in his mouth and broke the kiss. He saw that Luke had inserted his hand between her legs to stroke her pussy and clit. His cock stiffened and he pushed it against her backside. If she’d been a virgin before tonight, he was fairly certain she’d never taken a man up her backside. But the salacious idea of both of them making love to her at the same time caused him to pause. Would she consider it? Should he even ask?

The visual of his cock entering her tight hole as Luke fucked her pussy sent a pulse of need to his cock so virulent, he couldn’t stop from asking, “What would you think about letting both of us take you at the same time?”

She stilled between them. Luke released her nipple and straightened. Reese saw the desire flare in his eyes at the mere suggestion, but knew he’d only pursue it if she were willing.

“I don’t understand.”

“Luke would thrust his cock deeply inside your pussy, meanwhile, I’d push mine into your backside…at the same time.”

She didn’t move or say anything for several long seconds. “Would that really work?”

“Yes.” He sent his hand down her back and slid one finger along the crease of her butt until he located her tight little back hole. He eased his finger inside to the first knuckle. “It takes a little getting used to, I’m told, but the pleasure of it is also supposed to be unfathomable.”

“It does feel different, but not bad.”

Luke smiled. “Let me stroke your clitoris. That will make it very good.” She cried out in pleasure so Reese assumed Luke had hit the right spot. Her breathing increased as they both stroked her. Reese in the back and Luke in the front.

“Can you imagine it? Luke’s cock buried to the hilt in your pussy as he fingers your clit. Meanwhile, I’ll grease up your rear hole with a container of ointment I have. Then I’ll work my big cock inside your firm derriere channel repeatedly until you scream in delight.” She moaned again and his cock nearly burst from his britches ready to take her.

“All right,” she murmured on a sigh. “Sounds very exciting.”

Reese kissed her face. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do this if you aren’t ready.” He thrust his finger in and out of her insanely tight hole twice more.

She moaned again and pushed her butt into his hand. “I’m ready. I’d like very much to have you both at the same time.”

Luke pulled back to shuck his pants off. Reese discarded his pants as well, but not until he’d retrieved the small container of lubricant. Luke led her to the bed kissing her all the way.

Reese took the time to secure the door with a ladder-back chair next to her wardrobe. Probably no one would come barging in, but it made him feel better to know they wouldn’t be disturbed at any pinnacle moments.

“Come here, darlin’,” Luke was on his knees in the center of her bed. He shifted backwards and pulled Miranda against his chest. He kissed her lips passionately and put his hand between her legs to stroke her clit. Reese loved to watch them kiss, but he had to get her ready.

Reese climbed onto the end of the bed behind her and rubbed a generous amount of the slippery ointment across the puckered hole of her rear channel. He pushed some of it inside as deep as he could with one finger and smoothed some along the crack on either side of her hole before closing the container and tossing it onto his discarded pants at the foot of the bed.

He caught Luke’s eye and nodded. Luke kissed her harder and likely stepped up his strokes to her clit to ensure she was enjoying herself as Reese worked his cock inside of her virgin territory for the very first time.

With the tip of his cock pulsing ready to enter, he leaned forward and whispered, “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but for any reason you want me to stop, just say so. I want you to enjoy it.”

Panting slightly, she turned her head toward him. “I’ll be fine. Do it. I’m ready.” She twisted away and kissed Luke again as Reese pushed the head of his cock into her intensely tight backside.