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

can fuck me here and now and hear no more about how it is yer married to two—or is it three men?”
    He pulled her to him and kissed her closed, tight lips. “Okay, you don’t have to kiss me. You don’t have to do a thing, though I like it better when women struggle. Makes it spicier that way. But I’ll take you jes straight. I been waitin’ a long time to stick my cock in you, you stuck-up, little tease.”
    He untied the collar of her bodice, undid the three buttons down the front, and exposed her bandeau. Hannah had all she could do to sit still. She’d be damned if she would help him enjoy this.
    “You women wear more fool clothes.” He pushed her bandeau down under her breasts. “Ah, that’s what I wanted to see. Those are beauties.” He squeezed them then pinched the nipples. “And now I want a peek at yer sweet, little cunt. I bet it’s juicin’ fer me.”
    Hannah was agitated beyond reason and considered reaching for the knife under her seat. Either way, stabbing him or letting him have her, she’d be marked for life in this town. “Grant, stop and think what you are doing. This is rape.”
    “I’m shocked, Miz Hannah, shocked. I have given you free choice. Be on your way or fuck me. He bent and sucked a nipple.
    Hannah’s jaw was so tight it trembled. He sucked the other breast and snaked a hand under her skirt.
    “Shit, take off these under contraptions.” He unbuttoned his fly and stroked his member. “See, Ambrose, here is all ready fer ya.”
    “That may well, be, Sheriff, but Miz Hannah is not ready for Ambrose.” Rocco appeared on the path behind the buggy. He pointed his rifle at the sheriff’s heart. “I think it best you take Ambrose and be on your way.”
    Hannah held her breath. She didn’t want any shooting. Grant hesitated, but when Rocco strode closer and aimed the rifle at his crotch, he hobbled down from the buggy and to his own horse while buttoning his britches. He looked back at Rocco then galloped away.
    Hannah let out her breath with a whoosh. “Oh my, thank you, Rocco. I thought I’d have to let him fuck me. He seems to know everything. How did you happen to be coming by here?”
    “I wanted to talk to you without the others hearing, but I heard the sheriff’s voice and left my horse in the trees so he wouldn’t give my presence away. I wanted to hear what the sheriff had to say.” He climbed onto the buggy and helped Hannah adjust her clothing. “Hannah, you are not going to keep this thing we have going secret in this town. Too many eyes are watching the pretty schoolteacher and new bride who recently lost her family.”
    “I thought we’d solved the problem when I married Wade.”
    “People want gossip. They live for it and were disappointed you took the prospect away. The disgruntled with dull lives were bound to think up something else to pry into. We have to leave Plantsville, and all that gold is over a hill or two, a few days away. You don’t even have to sell the ranch. Let my parents run it for you, and if you don’t like finding gold, you can come back.”
    “How am I going to get Wade and Brady to agree?”
    Rocco buttoned her bodice and tied her collar. “There, all neat and prim. What you’ve got here”—he squeezed a breast—“and what’s in here”—he pressed a hand between her legs—“that will convince them.” He kissed her and left.
    Hannah sighed, flicked the reins, and drove on to school. Her world had been topsy-turvy for months now. She’d been rudderless when her parents died then anchored again by Wade and Brady’s support. Rocco had come along to loosen her moorings once more, and she’d been on a steady course for a mere few days. Now, this development cropped up to hit her in the face.
    She’d always been daring, always confident in herself, always brave. Could she leave the town she thought of as home, leave the ranch, leave all ties to her parents?
    The school day was intentionally short. Most children were