Free Southern Seduction [Bride Train 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Reece Butler

eager. He’s finally in, his balls tapping against her. His feet are wide apart, his thighs rubbing against hers.
    He waits a moment, hauling air into his lungs, while she stretches to fully accept him. His eyes light up and he leans forward. He sucks and plays with her breasts and nipples. Her hips start moving without her realizing. His cock fills all of her. He pinches her nipples. She arches, gasping.
    The sight of her wanting him is too much. He roars, grabs her hips, and begins slamming his cock deep into her. He stares down at her like a wild man. She reacts to him, arching her back and lifting her bottom to meet him. Every movement, in and out, brings new sensations.
    He pounds into her, neither of them knowing anything but their need. She clamps her muscles around his cock.
    Casey arched her back, stiffening her legs as her busy fingers created an explosion. She gasped like a fish, her fingers wet and her head buzzing.
    “Oh, my,” she said to the empty room, “is that what Beth meant by ‘peaking’?”
    She gave a slow, satisfied smile, and laughed. If it was, she couldn’t wait to find a husband to do the same to her. Not Cole, of course. But Marshall could marry her. Marshall and Byron. They could build a small room off the cabin for Cole to sleep in.
    She groaned at her silly fantasy and sat up. Her thighs were wet. She rolled off the bed, holding onto it until the dizziness passed. There was a wet spot on the quilt. Heat rose to her cheeks and ears. It would dry before anyone came home.
    After giving herself a quick wash, Casey dressed in her pants and shirt. Though restless from the explosion and desire for more, she spent the whole afternoon mending shirts and pants and darning all the holey socks she could find. In between she made a batch of gingerbread with the last of the powdered ginger and molasses. It turned out a bit dry so she decided to spoon canned peaches over the top. She’d made enough beef stew that morning to last through supper. They’d finished up the bread at dinner, so she’d make dumplings and drop them in the stew.
    Working in this home, which she pretended was hers, gave her more satisfaction than she’d ever known. She loved to make everything neat and tidy. She wanted to have tasty meals ready when the men came home. She had pride in her work, but it meant so much more when she was appreciated. The more they praised her, the safer she felt.
    She had to prove she was worth keeping because one of these days, maybe not until Thanksgiving, they’d find out she was a woman. That would mean Cole no longer had to keep his promise. He’d agreed to keep a boy working all winter, not a woman. She had to make them believe they needed her, even if she was female. Everything she’d seen in the last few days proved they were gentlemen. Surely they wouldn’t send her away knowing she’d die over the winter.
    Zeus yipped, demanding to be let out of his box. She walked over and bent down. The sharp creases of her new shirt and pants rubbed against her cleft. She hadn’t realized how rough new clothes would be, especially on such tender skin. She’d have to be careful as she had nothing to wear underneath her pants. She hadn’t needed anything before, as her old pants were soft and loose. Nor could she ask for something to protect her skin without giving herself away.
    She cuddled Zeus to her chest. The warm bundle of fur soothed her, making up for any amount of pain. She closed her eyes as she drew his soft fur against her cheek.
    “They might think you’re the runt, but I know you’ll be the best dog ever.” She kissed the top of his head. He gave a yip, making her smile. “I’d better take you outside. You’ve been sleeping most of the afternoon and I don’t want any messes on my clean floor.”
    Since the barn was south of the house and she wanted to avoid it, she went out the back way, toward the hill. The men would be coming home soon and she didn’t want to be caught