Adams, Eve - The Banished Bride [Brides of Bachelor Bay 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

“Yes! Ah, Shit!” Noah exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed down the sweet, thick serum that he released.

“My sweet, lovely Amelia,” Andrew murmured as he sucked at her pussy. “Your juices are like nectar. So sweet. So delicious.”

She rocked against Andrew’s mouth, fucking his tongue until the last of her orgasm ebbed. Only when she fell back against the bed, completely limp, did he slow his assault.

Noah pulled out and moved around to her feet, collapsing on the bed with a groan. “Jesus and Mother Mary. I think you took off a layer of skin.”

Andrew kissed the inside of her thigh and then moved up above her. He ran his nose along hers and stared down into her eyes. “Look at me, Amelia.”

She did and almost cried at the sincerity she saw in his beautiful blue gaze. “Andrew.”

“Watch me. Keep your gaze on mine, my love. Watch me.”

The head of his cock pressed up against her virginal opening, and she tensed, now definitely scared. Up until this point her virtue had remained intact. If they did this now, she’d never be who she was. These two would own her.

“Watch me, baby.”

“Andrew, I’m scared.”

“I’m right here.” And then he slowly entered her.

She felt a prick followed by the glorious feeling of being filled by him. He didn’t slow until he sank completely inside her and she felt his hairs weave with hers.

“Andrew?”

“We are now one.” He rubbed her hair, pulling it out of her face. “My baby. You feel so good.”

He turned her so they lay next to each other, side by side on the bed, entwined in each other’s arms as they faced each other. What she felt next had her eyes wide in fear.

Noah moved behind her and licked her rear entrance. He flicked his tongue against her tight little hole, pressing against it until he broke through the barrier. She reached over and pulled Andrew’s lips to her, desperate to taste him while Noah sent her nerves into a tailspin.

He pushed a finger into her tiny hole, and she bit at Andrew’s lips. She couldn’t make sense of the wild, furious pleasure ripping through her. He withdrew his finger and pushed two inside her, moving them back and forth, stretching her tight muscles.

Andrew slowly began to move, rocking his hips, gently easing his flesh in and out of her. She’d never had such sensations rushing through her body.

“I think she’s ready.” Noah spooned behind her.

Ready? Ready for what?

Her answer came then as she felt the head of Noah’s hard cock push against her tight, virginal hole. She jerked toward Andrew.

“Easy, baby.” He slowly withdrew until only the tip of his wonderful erection rested inside her. “Look at me, Amelia. Watch me. Just watch me. This is going to burn, sweetheart.”

“I’m scared,” she whispered, her eyes swelling with tears. He nodded, and Noah began his slow, tender penetration. “Andrew! Oh, God. Please, Andrew. Hold me!”

“I’m right here.” His lips covered hers and swallowed her cries as Noah worked his dick into her slowly, in and out, until she screamed as he gave one final push and sank all the way inside her.

“Ah, shit. So fucking tight. Drew, she’s perfect. Just as I’d imagined she’d be.”

Noah shifted, and she screamed again at how it gave him the perfect angle to bury his flesh even deeper. It also gave Andrew the position he needed to push back inside her, burning her, stretching her almost painfully tight.

“Sweet baby,” Andrew groaned and stared deeply into her eyes, holding her prisoner as he sank all the way into the depths of her pussy. His pupils dilated and gave him such a heated, sexy look. “Oh, my Amelia.”

Noah drilled deep into her ass as Andrew pulled out, and then they reversed roles and Noah withdrew as Andrew thrust his flesh deep inside her. They took turns, working in beautiful unison and drawing cry after cry from Amelia.

Each move intensified the pleasure that bordered pain and pushed her closer to giving in to the coil of arousal squeezing her channel. They moved as extensions of each other, one pulling out as the other pushed in. They moved so slowly, drawing moans and cries from her as they both scraped across virginal nerve endings.

She couldn’t stop herself from moving with them. She had to have more. When she jerked and they both pushed inside her at the same time, she came unraveled and screamed into Andrew’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as her orgasm attacked her, shredding her flesh and shattering her bones.

“No! God
damn
it. Not yet. Oh, no.” Andrew drove his cock in and out of her at a frightening pace. He stiffened and spilled his seed deep inside her. And she felt it. Dear God, how she felt it. His hot spurts of life, the hardened throb of his cock, it all consumed her and left her wailing out his name.

“Ah, shit!” Noah jerked and buried his cock into the depths of her rear, his release filling her.

“Noah!” She cried out his name and held on to Andrew as the three of them moved together, drawing out the pleasure for as long as they could. Then they all slowed to a limp stop, panting, waiting for their souls to reconnect with their bodies.

“My Amelia,” Andrew whispered and kissed her temple.

“My Amelia,” Noah repeated and kissed her shoulder.

Amelia closed her eyes and started to drift. Being between these two beautiful males fulfilled her. She’d finally found what she’d been looking for all along.

She’d been wrong. She wanted to be married, more than anything, but not in the traditional way. She wanted both men,
her
men, as her husbands—both privately and publically. It scared and thrilled her to announce to the world her love for two men. Surely once the people of Port Steele knew how deeply she loved her husbands they wouldn’t frown upon her choices.

Or would they?

Chapter 7

Logan’s Journal, Sunday, August 13
^th
, 1865

Port Steele, Washington Territory

I’m not really sure how this works, having never written my thoughts down in a book before. Lizzie tells me it’s quite soothing to release one’s thoughts to paper, but I find it somewhat pointless. Regardless, here I go. I hate to admit it but I believe I may have made a mistake by forcing Amelia to live with dear Aunt Mildred while she chooses which of my brothers to marry. Although I do adore the old woman, she can be a challenge to take for an extended period of time. Still, I believe it is well warranted and what’s best for Amelia. She is of age and has no obligation to return to Boston. If she doesn’t marry by the time the new shipment of brides arrive in Bachelor Bay and can pay us back for her passage to come to this great land, I have no power to do anything but set her free from her contract. If that wretched uncle caught wind of an unmarried Amelia, I fear he will return to Port Steele and try to take her as he did Olivia. I know Lizzie will do anything to ensure the man returns empty-handed, even if that means returning him to Boston in a pine box. If she kills him in cold blood, I won’t be able to save her from hanging for her crime. She is already so distraught from Amelia’s dismissal that I’m beside myself. I can’t stand what it happening to my family and must do something to put this all right. I don’t know if I say good-bye or amen here, so I’ll just leave it at that.

* * * *

Amelia woke and stretched, reaching for her men. She couldn’t remember ever sleeping so soundly. Being loved so completely by not one but two beautiful men had her exhausted. She moved her arms around and frowned when she didn’t feel a warm body on either side of her. She jerked to a sitting position and looked around, now wide awake. Her focus rested on her clothes still in the same spot in the middle of her floor. Both Andrew’s and Noah’s were gone.

So were Andrew and Noah.

She suppressed a sob as the realization of what she’d done crashed into her like a runaway stagecoach. The anguish tore through her and she buried her face in her hands as she fought against the tears of her humiliation.

How could they do this to her? She let out a shaky breath, still fighting the tears. Shifting in the bed, she felt something sticky between her legs and lifted the covers to see blood on her skin as well as on the sheets, proof of what she’d allowed them to do to her. She pulled in a deep breath.

And her heart shattered.

A painful sob ripped through her. How could she let something like this happen? Was last night a dream? Did she really have sex with not one, but two men? Two men, she bitterly reminded herself, who were now nowhere to be found.

Oh, what had she done? She expected as much from Noah and knew his affection would only be a temporary thing. With Andrew, it hurt more than she could have possibly imagined. She never expected him to rob her of her virginity and not even stay long enough to thank her.

She was such a fool.

Suddenly, moving in with Mildred didn’t seem like such a bad idea. She wanted to be away from the two men who took something from her she’d never get back.

Her innocence.

She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs and breaking down into a useless pile of flesh. Instead she jumped out of bed and jerked her arms into her wrap, slipped into her house slippers, and threw open her door. How dare they think she’d simply allow them to get away with this. Once she found one or preferably both, she’d let them know exactly what she thought of them. They could forget about her looking to marry either one, the cads.

When she saw who stood in the doorframe, she stumbled to a stop. Perfect. The first and
main
object of her anger had arrived.

Andrew grinned, clearly amused at their little tryst last night. She debated telling him how much she hated him again, but decided against it. No doubt he’d have some witty retort ready for which she’d have none.

“Did you forget something? Perhaps robbing my innocence wasn’t enough?” Her eyes flooded with tears as her chin quivered. “Or are you here to boast of your triumph?”

His smiled melted into confusion. “Amelia, my sweet.”

“Don’t
my sweet
me. Why, Andrew? Why would you love me so completely last night, make me feel like I’d finally done something right, and leave me to wake alone? Was this your way of hurting me for what I’d allowed Noah to do?”

“Amelia, please. That isn’t why I had to leave early.”

“I’m not interested in the reason why,” she cried and let the tears melt down her face, the pain too much to hold in. “You promised me, Andrew. You promised.”

His expression grew somber as he looked at her, the sincerity shining in his eyes. “I never broke that promise.”

“You did!” She pushed at his chest. “Damn you, Andrew. Damn you for making me believe you when you said you wanted to marry me.”

“I do want to marry you.”

“But I no longer wish to marry you.” She angrily wiped at her tears. “You hurt me and I refuse to allow you the chance to do it again.”

He stiffened as his face grew to stone. Tension thickened the air in the room as Andrew pushed past her and walked in, his expression now severe, his gaze narrowed and cool. With a savage snarl, he tossed her a glare, and she didn’t know whether she’d be safer dealing with Logan than Andrew.

“You dare to talk to me about delivering hurt?” His voice started low and dangerous, but as he spoke, his tone hardened as his voice rose in volume. “Do you have any idea at all of how much pain you’ve put me through? I’ve been in love with you since the day you walked off that boat, as has Noah, and you know it. You know the power you have over us both and instead of doing the right thing by marrying, you play us against each other.”

“That’s not true.”