Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Robin Gideon Page B

morning, and Katie had several hours before she would turn on the “Come On In!” neon sign at the saloon. And shortly after that, she would no doubt greet all four of the McGowan men, hungry from their labors in the pastures. And hungry for her, too.
    The previous evening, when Katie had returned to her grandparents’ home, she let herself into the house, went to her little upstairs room, got out of her clothes, and then took a long, hot shower. Finally, she returned to her bedroom, determined to go immediately to bed.
    She did that. What she didn’t do was go to sleep. Not even close.
    The moment she closed her eyes, she could see herself in her mind’s eye at the saloon earlier in the evening. There were two mouths, hot and wet, sucking lustily on her breasts, and one mouth sucking on her clit. The combined stimulation was an overload to her senses. And while all that was being done to her, Aaron was kissing her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, stripping away all of her inhibitions.
    Aaron was holding me so tightly, holding my arms behind my back. I didn’t have any choice. They made love to me, one after the next.
    But it was a lie to call what she had done “making love,” just as it was a lie that she “didn’t have a choice.” She had her safe word, and Aaron had, to her considerable annoyance, asked her several times if she needed it.
    Even if it wasn’t making love, fucking never felt so good.
    Very slowly, she pulled up the hem of her unadorned cotton nightgown.
    Let’s see if I’m a little sore .
    She caught her lower lip between her teeth and bit softly. She was lying to herself to think that she was only curious about her own physical condition. Though she’d never before taken two different men into her body on the same evening, she wasn’t sore at all. Her excitement level, inspired by the McGowans, had been so spectacularly intense that her natural lubrication had made penetration seemingly effortless.
    When she touched herself, Katie felt the warm, slick juices of passionate excitement on the lips of her cunt. Using the pad of her middle finger, she touched her clit lightly. Warm tingles seeped outward from the small but erect button of flesh.
    The McGowans have made me greedy for climaxes. The more they foist them on me the more I want them.
    She eased the single digit between her pussy lips. The finger slid in easily. Her legs, moving without conscious thought, spread wider as her right hand began beating slowly back and forth. The sensation of having a single finger moving inside her intimate passage was pleasing, but it was nothing compared to what she’d experienced when she had a McGowan cock filling her.
    Which of the McGowan clan had fucked her? Blair? Flynn? Katie couldn’t say for certain. Any guess was complete conjecture, but that was what had made the encounter so wickedly arousing. Being blindfolded had allowed her to see her own true nature, the extent of her own real desires for Dominance and submission, for bondage, and for commanding men who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to take it.
    I’ll never get to sleep thinking that way. Maybe one more quick climax will help me relax enough to sleep.
    From her bedside table, she opened a drawer and extracted her vibrator. She’d had it a couple years, and had used it regularly after having passionate evenings with David, which had, without fail, left her unfulfilled. She bought it on the Internet. Though there were plenty of stores in San Francisco where she could buy a vibrator, Katie was far too worried about being seen in a sex shop to ever step foot into one. The Internet was anonymous, and Katie needed her anonymity to buy a vibrator.
    With her eyes closed, her fingers moved with economy and skill over the small, round, blunt-tipped vibrator. She found the bezel, turned it, and heard the buzzz! which she found embarrassingly familiar, and more than a little exciting.
    Katie’s hands moved slowly and