His Golden Touch [Gold Rush 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tish Domenick Page A

inside her instead of thrusting fast and hard as her husbands had.
    “You are luscious, Miz Hannah, truly luscious. Do you like this slow movement inside you? Or do you want more?”
    “More, harder, deeper,” she managed to get out on a ragged breath. His touch was slick and hot, and she wanted it never to end.
    He fucked her hard as she requested. Her breasts were tender from his kneading, her lips raw from his bruising kisses. Again and again, he pushed in and out of her and she begged for more. When she was nearly at the pinnacle, he stopped and bit her lip. She tasted blood.
    “Not too fast, darlin’. We don’t want this to be over too fast. He used his fingers and his cock to tease her while sucking on her nipples through the cotton of her shift. This time he let it build all the way.
    “Okay, come for me, darlin’. Come hard and loud.”
    She threw back her head and screamed out his name as she came and came and came. He shoved into her all the way and spewed so much, the excess ran over the condom he’d used. She contracted around him to squeeze out the last drops and to keep him inside her. She wanted more. But he pulled out and stepped back.
    “Darlin’ I could keep this up forever, but you’ll be missed at home and we have to talk.”
    Hannah flew to the girl’s washroom, her face burning with shame at what she had allowed to happen. She used a hankie and the dregs left in the well bucket to clean her legs of Rocco’s semen. In a moment’s panic, she feared some might have gotten inside her. Nothing for it now. She’d never be able to face him, to face Wade and Brady after this. She couldn’t pretend it to be a one-time mistake because she wanted more of Rocco and his cock. He seemed to know a lot more about pleasing a woman then her husbands did.
    The door opened, and Rocco pulled her into his arms. “I know this is all very new to you. And I know you sleep with both Wade and Brady.”
    “Sex seems to have taken over my life. It’s all I think about.”
    “It’s all most men think about, so why should it be different for a woman who enjoys it? Don’t make a big thing out of what just happened. If what you want is to forget it ever happened, we can do that.”
    “But I don’t want to forget. I want to be with you like that again.”
    “Okay, darlin’, then we have to lay it out in the open. We have to talk to your husband and Brady and let them know.”
    “Oh, dear. What if they get angry? What if they hate me? What if—”
    “Sh, sh, sh. I bet they love you so much, they’ll agree to whatever makes you happy. Did I make you happy, just now?”
    “Oh, my, yes.”
    “Then, let’s get home and talk to the others.”
    Rocco rode his horse alongside her buggy, but when they reached the ranch, Hannah asked him to retreat. “I want to do this alone.”
    Rocco tipped his hat and went to the bunkhouse.
    Hannah unhitched Addy from the buggy and led her to the back pasture. As she rounded the barn to go to the house, Wade and Brady were washing up at the well. Vern rang the triangle hanging on his front porch to announce dinner was ready.
    Wade rushed to Hannah once he realized she was watching them. “You’re a bit later than usual. Everything all right?”
    “Perfect.” She let him hug and fondle her until Brady joined them.
    “Hungry as a lonesome hog. Goin’ in to dinner with us, Hannah?” Brady moved in close but didn’t touch her. Too many eyes could be on them out here. He whispered, “Wade and me had to leave fast this morning ’cause we hadn’t discussed the ways of doin’ what uh, you wanted. You know with both of us at the same time? Now, we talked about it and we think we got it all figured out.”
    “Good. I have another matter to talk about with you later.”
    They gave her quizzical glances. “Sure, darlin’, but did you hear what Brady said? We can do what you want tonight. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
    “I haven’t changed my mind about that, but I