The Badger City Gang [Bride Train 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Reece Butler Page A

He’d never seen one before. While he never thought of himself as having much of an imagination, his thoughts were plumb wild as to what he’d find under that quilt. By gum, when his big brother went out to do something, he did it right!
    Gideon shucked his dirty boots—after all, he’d been the one to scrub the floor—and sock-footed it across the wide boards. His big toe stuck out on both sides. A wife would make sure his socks were darned. He remembered Ma sitting beside the fire of an evening, sewing. With three boys and a husband, as well as a couple of daughters, she was always busy. He pushed away the painful thoughts and concentrated on the possibilities in front of him.
    Kate didn’t stir when he slowly lowered himself onto the edge of the rope bed. He wasn’t sure what color her eyes were, but she had a small nose and pink, kissable lips. They drew up into a smile. He watched in awe as she stretched.
    His mouth went dry and his cock hardened even more as naked white arms slowly reached up past her ears, fingers spread. White legs, from pointed toes to ankles to knees, stretched out from the faded quilt. She sighed and smiled again. Did she know he was there? Was she inviting him?
    Taking a chance, he leaned over and gently touched her lips with his. He watched her face for a reaction, ready to jump back if she screamed. Instead, she lifted her arms toward him, eyes still closed.
    “More, please.”
    Well, hot diggity damn!
    He braced his hands on either side of hers. He brought his face down for a gentle kiss, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled. His elbows buckled, though he managed to land on one hip beside her rather than on top.
    Moving pulled the quilt down. It didn’t reveal her breasts, but the creamy white skin of her collarbone drew his eye. Though he felt frozen in place, he was steaming like a plum pudding.
    “Kiss me,” she demanded.
    That was one order he was eager to obey. He moved his hands to either side of her face and sank his fingers into her hair. Handfuls of it, thick and full, spread out on either side of her body. He licked her bottom lip, teasing her tongue with his. He slid his left hand to her shoulder. She didn’t object, so, ever so slowly, he continued moving it lower. Under the edge of the quilt. Under her arm. Over to her breast.
    Oh, God, her nipple poked into his hand like she wanted more. Compared to his, they were huge. He gently brushed his palm over one, unwilling to mar her skin with his clean, but callused, fingers. She wriggled her legs, pulling the quilt to her waist. He lifted his head to breathe. Though he’d never done any of this before, he’d listened to Zach and Rusty talking. He’d spent many a frustrating night imagining every little thing since he was fourteen.
    Her breasts were perfect!
    Small and plump and just the right size. Pink nipples. Big ones. They drew his mouth faster than one of his mother’s cinnamon rolls. He hunched over and tasted one, circling it with his tongue to get her flavor. He nibbled it with lips curled over his teeth. Not knowing her need yet, he had to go slowly. She’d tell him if she wanted it harder, faster, deeper. He’d waited twenty-three years for this, and he could hold out as long as she needed. He hoped.
    “Oh, that feels so much better without prickly hair. Thank you for shaving.”
    He let her nipple pop out of his mouth. It stood tall and wet. He blew lightly on it, making it crinkle. He smiled proudly at what he’d done.
    “I’ll shave morning and night if it’ll keep you wanting me.”
    Her eyes shot open. She gasped.
    “Um, Gideon?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He winked and pulled the quilt up to cover her damp breast. “Anything else I can do for you?” He let his expression show he was open to anything, but he was a gentleman. “Cup of tea? Food? More kisses?”
    Her eyes were a rich light brown, like the cognac Señor Garcia had offered all the hands when his first son was born. Those