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The first day of the trial had revealed that most of the witnesses against Lizzie had no first-hand knowledge, and some kind of ax to grind. Her lawyer had been a pathetic wimp and never challenged any of their statements. Gavan was disgusted.
With every minute that passed, he could almost feel her sucking him every time the pink tip of her tongue flicked out to lick her dry lips. All he could see was that mouth around his shaft as Caelan drove into her. The difference between all the satisfied women in their past and Lizzie was that he wanted to keep her. For a lifetime. He had a feeling he’d never be slaked by her body, or her wild temperament.
Feisty as she was, he was certain their Lizzie was a virgin. Even though his thoughts ran wild, they’d have to take it slow and easy and give her plenty of time to rest between bouts of their lovemaking. If they showed her gentle, then she’d give them gentle in return. He was sure of it.
When he and Caelan had first agreed to share a bride years ago, they had tossed a coin to see who would relieve her of her maidenhead. Caelan had won the toss but offered to let Gavan breach her cunny first if Caelan could be the first to take her arse.
He’d left the trial at the end of the first day and quickly cabled Caelan.
* * *
Have found the last item on our list.
Come quickly. Time is of the essence.
Don’t forget the silver.
* * *
Caelan rode through the night and joined Gavan in the courtroom during the scheduled afternoon session of the trial the next day. He slid onto the long bench beside his best friend just before the start of what appeared to be a trial.
“I’m here,” he leaned in and whispered. “There’s still a section of fence to be done. Let’s get out of here. Why don’t ye show me this girl so I can get back to the ranch? And why are ye suddenly in such a hurry?”
“We didna need to leave for ye to see our bride,” Gavan assured him.
Caelan had looked around. “Who? The lady in the stand over there? She’s got to be fifty, if she’s a day.”
Gavan chuckled. “Didna be daft. Lizzie is our bride.” He pointed to the woman who he was convinced was theirs.
“Lizzie?” he whispered back.
“Aye.”
“Wait, ye didna mean the lass they have on trial?” His eyes widened, and his mouth actually hung open. “Are you insane?”
“Aye, one and the same,” he’d said. “She’s perfect.”
“She’s a cattle rustler and a bank robber…”
“With a glorious figure, red hair, green eyes, and a fiery spirit. Ye’ve got to watch her.” Gavan had lowered his voice. “Good God, Caelan. Think of the sons we’ll breed on her.”
Caelan might have argued further, but Lizzie had turned to swear at a man who was heckling her from the audience.
Watching his friend, it was all Gavan could do to keep from laughing.
Caelan, who had a gift for gab and was often teased that he should have been Irish, appeared dumbstruck. He couldn’t speak, it seemed; he couldn’t utter a single word, much less put together a coherent sentence.
Fuck, yes! He’d been right. He was as surprised and fascinated by the female outlaw as Caelan seemed to be.
“As I said, she’s perfect, is she not?” asked Gavan.
Caelan nodded. “Fuck, yeah. When ye pick ‘em...” Shaking his head, he continued, “Steer rustler, bank robber? What other crimes is she charged with? How are we to make her ours with shackles on her wrists?”
“Then, ye agree?” Gavan asked, ensuring Caelan was on the same page as him, a page on which they would start the new chapter of their lives, all three of them.
His gaze never left Lizzie. “She’s a wild one but, there, do ye see it? She’s scared as fuck.”
Caelan made a funny sound in his throat. “Brave.”
