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

September so not unexpected. Their horses stepped on white-tipped rocks and plants thanks to a hard frost. The wind blew from the west at this time of year, which meant it was at their backs.
    “We’ve got to catch Isaac before the snows close the pass,” said Max. “Who knows where he’ll go next.”
    Sam nudged his horse to go faster. “Then we’ll ride hard and get to Bannack City by tonight. I could use hot food, a warm bed, and a willing woman.” He slanted Max a look. “Too bad we’re riding away from all three.”
    Max ignored the jibe. He always planned his steps and followed them in order. Finish their assignments, report to Allan Pinkerton in person, request to leave the Agency, return to Montana Territory, buy a ranch with the money they’d saved, find a wife, marry her, and have some children. Raise them in a way totally different than they’d experienced. All in order. Simple and clear.
    Sam didn’t understand about setting a goal, establishing the necessary steps, plotting out a long-term timetable, and then achieving the goal. Or more likely, he understood but liked pushing his older brother until the tension erupted in a satisfying brawl. Josh, on the other hand, was more sensible.
    But Josh hadn’t seen Sophie. Max wondered what his younger brother would do if that ever happened. Josh was like a bull grazing in the field. Calm and placid until something caught his eye, or his nose. The scent of a cow ready for his attentions would send a bull into a snorting, pawing frenzy. An eager woman, one Josh considered worth keeping, would do the same to their little brother. And once he had his mind made up, nothing would stop him from achieving his objective.
    Josh had their mother’s brown coloring, eyes, and hair. Sophie might not recognize him as a Gibson, especially as he wore his hair and beard long. They dressed differently for just that purpose. Though Josh preferred to look good, he dressed rough for work. Whenever he dressed the way he liked, clean shaven and in a fancy suit, the women swooned over him. Max figured that was why Sam insisted Josh always look rough, to cut down on the competition.
    There was a good chance their younger brother would watch Sophie while he ate a good meal, then listen to what others said about her for a day or two before making up his mind about her. Josh hated to be rushed but, once he made a decision, he never backed down. And like a bull, he had enough physical power to stop dang near anyone who stood in his way. Sam could get physical, but said he preferred loving to fighting.
    “You’d lie in bed all day if you could,” said Max.
    Sam barked a sarcastic laugh. “We both would if Sophie McLeod was in it. I swear, that woman is a powder keg just waiting for a spark.”
    Sam’s wide smile and sigh had a purpose, and that was to goad Max. But there was something about the way Sophie’s eyes had flashed that made Max want to take her anger and turn it into another type of passion. To put her across his lap and spank her to show her who was in charge. His cock swelled with agreement, but his mind rebelled. Was this need of his something a man should have? He wasn’t like his father. He wanted to pleasure Sophie, bringing her there through an edge of pain. Was it wrong, if they both wanted and enjoyed it?
    But he’d not likely ever touch the woman, much less have her squirming on his lap with her bottom all pink from his hand. He shifted in the saddle, hiding the movement by turning to Sam.
    “And you think you have a chance of being that spark?” Sam’s sideways glance was far too smug. Max tightened his lips so he wouldn’t release the exasperated sigh that hovered inside. “What did you do to her?”
    “You saw when you opened the door last night. When I brushed my lips against hers she grabbed me and opened her mouth for more.”
    “And after you snuck out?”
    “I massaged her sore feet.”
    “I’ve never heard of you stopping at a woman’s