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

three demanding, arrogant men.”
    Was Sophie asking for more? He was ready to perform, and more eager than ever before.
    “I’m only one man, but let me show you what I can do.” He stood and reached for his belt. His throbbing cock swelled even more, eager to fill her. But she scrambled back on the bed, head shaking.
    “No!”
    He stopped. His belt was undone but not his pants. He grimaced at the pain from his large, erect cock in snug pants. “No?”
    He croaked the word, chest heaving in effort to stay still when he wanted to pounce. She wasn’t going to stop him now? She wasn’t scared, of that he was certain. She’d moved out of reach but not covered herself. She wanted him, but not yet for some reason.
    How to play this so that they both won? He couldn’t accuse her of leading him on because he was the one who came to her room, uninvited. He couldn’t get angry, for the same reason. He wanted more of her, a heck of a lot more. That meant making her know how much he wanted her as a man would a woman, yet that he respected her for knowing her own mind.
    From his research on Mrs. McLeod the hotel owner, and his own impressions of Sophie the woman, she rose to a challenge. She would not be forced out of her hotel by a town council eager to take advantage of a young widow. She would not let the young brides arriving in Tanner’s Ford marry without female support. She would not turn away a hungry man or boy, nor destroy their pride. She found jobs so they could earn their food.
    He straightened to his full height, crossed his muscular arms over his chest, and stared down at her naked body. He admired her openly, from her dainty feet, muscular calves and thighs, to her swollen pussy, lush breasts, and kissable lips. Both upper and lower. Her eyes flashed contrasting messages of arousal and rising anger at his arrogance. He hid a smile and raised an eyebrow in challenge.
    “You don’t believe I can satisfy you, though you’re still shaking from the orgasm that shattered you?”
    “It’s not that.” Sophie gulped. A flush rose from her breasts to her face. It was different from the one which had flashed pink at her orgasm. She covered herself, suddenly shy. “It’s been a long day, I have to work in the morning, and…”
    Head down, her fingers busily pleated the sheet. She’d run out of words, but the thin sheet didn’t hide her still-erect nipples. The aroma of her arousal and orgasm filled the room. He could stay here all night, pleasuring her, pleasuring them both. But she had to want it. Just because she’d had what must be her first orgasm didn’t mean her life could stop and revolve around him.
    Remembering his job, and what was to come, shrunk his cock enough that he could breathe without pain. He nodded and did up his belt.
    “The job comes first,” he said abruptly.
    “It’s all that’s kept me safe,” she replied.
    He leaned over the bed, set his fists either side of her hips, and stared her in the eyes. Once again, he was struck with satisfaction that she was not afraid of him. Her trust that he would stop when she asked almost made up for her pushing him back. Almost.
    “I’ll leave your bed if that’s what you really want.”
    He leaned over and kissed her belly through the sheet, just a peck. Her sweet aroma rose to greet him. Without moving his chin from her pussy he looked up. Dark, aroused eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips gazed back.
    “But I want you to decide whether you want to be safe.” He ground his chin against her mound. Her nostrils flared. The pulse at her throat beat as fast as his heart. “Or alive.” He blew hot air through the sheet to her open thighs. “You’ve tried to be safe all your life. Isn’t it time to try something else?”
    She chewed on her lip. He wanted his teeth to be nibbling that flesh, making her want to open her mouth, and her body, fully to him. But it was her choice. Always.
    “You are a devil, Sam Gibson!”
    She blurted the