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

pack of wolves. Funny, I’m just as voracious. I need a lot of kissing and licking and fucking before the night is over.” She walked to the water’s edge and wet the bandana she’d pulled from Rocco’s neck to wash Wade’s cum off her tits and to clean between her legs.
    When she returned to the downy quilt, she lay flat on her back, knees bent, legs spread wide. What should we do first?”
    They obviously knew what she wanted, and three men struggled for placement. Wade won out, held her bottom up to his face, and licked her cunt. He pressed his jaw into her and licked hard enough to make Hannah gasp. Brady lay next to her to nip at her tits. Rocco stood immobile until Hannah beckoned him down to suck on him as Wade was sucking her. She had each one in her cunt and in her ass again before they fell asleep from sheer exhaustion.
    In the morning, Hannah woke to find a grinning Sam and laughing Gus, arms around each other, looking down on them.
    “I see how things are now,” Gus whispered.
    “We heartily approve,” Sam added. “We had a great night of fucking, too. The moans from down here spurred us on. Hey, Hannah, come on over to our tent. I think we have some clean clothes you can wear if you roll up the pants and tie up the shirt.
    “We’ll fix you breakfast. Already have some bacon and coffee started. I’m sure when the guys wake they’ll be starving.” Gus walked back up the path to the mine, and Sam followed.
    Hannah, surprised at her own lack of modesty, walked naked to their tent and bundled into clothes three sizes too big. Their laughter at her appearance must have awakened Wade and Brady because as Hannah opened the tent flap, they came trudging up to the opening.
    “What are you doing in there, Hannah?” Wade’s teeth were clenched and his hands fisted.
    “Calm down. I woke up, and Sam and Gus were nice enough to lend me clean clothes. I washed mine last night, but they need some sunshine to dry completely.”
    Wade’s scowl smoothed a bit but didn’t disappear. “Guess we should rustle up some food before we get to work in the mine.”
    “Gus and Sam already thought of that.” Hannah tossed the words over her shoulder as she slipped past Wade and went to the campfire.
    After they’d all had coffee, eggs from Hannah’s accommodating hens, and crisp bacon, Wade’s mood was vastly improved. The five men went into the mine with the blasting powder Rocco had bought in town. Hannah took the tin plates and mugs to the stream for washing. Her britches were not yet dry since the day was cloudy and damp. She fed the hens and milked Bessie and was ready to take the pail of milk to the mine for the guys when she heard the first blast. She decided against going anywhere near the place and dug a hole under a shade tree to store the milk pail which she covered with one of her camisoles.
    She was back at the stream, changing into the cotton shirt, which was now dry, when footsteps behind her made her jump and turn around to face two grinning, bearlike men. Apparently, they hadn’t shaved or bathed for a very long time.
    “May I do something for you?” She realized immediately by their leering grins that she’d used a poor choice of words for a half-naked woman.
    “Didn’t ’spect to find no woman out here alone. You sure can do somp’n to us poor, horny miners. Give us both a poke and we’ll give ye some shiny gold nuggets.” The taller of the men took a step toward her with a palm full of tiny gold chips.
    Her mind whirled with methods of escape. She could swim. The stream would be her best avenue of getting away. If they followed her in, they’d at least have had a bath. She backed away from them and toward the rushing stream.
    Both men followed. “Come on, sweetie, we ain’t gonna hurt ya none. A poke from the likes of us will be quick, since we ain’t had a woman in near a year.” The shorter man unbuttoned his pants and took another step in her direction. He pulled out his cock and