Adams, Eve - The Banished Bride [Brides of Bachelor Bay 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

The sun shined brightly overhead. Thank goodness the men had enough sense to bring the covered buggy. She didn’t want to think of what the sun would do to her skin, especially since she had to have taken layers off in her efforts to remove all the dirt.

“I think we’ll stop by the mercantile for a few things,” Andrew announced.

Amelia smiled at the thought of seeing her sister, Olivia. Liv may have a dress she could borrow just for the day. But with the sun high overhead and the delicious smells in the air, the picnic was already in full swing, and the entire town would be there, including her sister.

With sad resolution, she knew she’d have to attend the Founder’s Day picnic in her rags.

None of that mattered. As long as she had her men by her side, she’d be perfectly fine.

“We’ll have to pay mind to our actions at the picnic,” Andrew warned. “No doubt the town gossips will be there, anxious to spread the word if we so much as stand too close together.”

“Who cares!” Noah exclaimed. “I say let them see us.”

“Have you no sense of propriety?” Andrew barked.

Noah shrugged. “What? The people of this fine town will simply see a man escorting this beautiful woman, accompanied by his brother.”

Amelia and Andrew both frowned in unison and looked at him.

Did he mean Noah escorted her? Or Andrew? Did it really matter?

“It’s time,” Andrew stated and turned the horses to the right, away from town.

“Where are we going?” Amelia sat up straight.

“How about we wait and see.”

Amelia glanced at Andrew, at the stern look on his face, the concentration snapping his brow into a frown.

“Ah, a surprise!” Noah exclaimed. “I do so love them.”

“So long as they don’t involve me being banished from another domicile,” Amelia stated wryly.

“Noah, do you recall Ariel?”

Noah looked at Andrew. “Who?”

“Ariel. Beatrice. Juliet.” Andrew counted the names off on each finger. “Nothing? Surely you recall Katherina?”

Slowly a smile spread across Noah’s face as he nodded. “Ah, yes. Kate. She’s my favorite.”

The men exchanged wicked glances that had Amelia’s blood racing and heat slapping her cheeks.

Jealousy spiked in her nerves, and she bristled. How dare they openly discuss other women in her presence. “Who’s Kate?”

“You’ll see.”

They planned to take her to meet other women? Just what in the world did they have planned? Too many thoughts raced through her mind, and not one of them put her in a favorable light. What if they took her to meet up with other women who were no longer pure and forced them all to work in a house of ill repute?

It made sense. Why else would they have taken her innocence and then waited an entire week to see her again? That must be why Andrew hadn’t been to see her. Noah didn’t mind kissing a woman who would eventually work at a brothel. Andrew, on the other hand, did.

Oh, God. How could she have let something like this happen? She’d left Boston almost two years ago to start a new life in a land as wild as the times. Now she was being sent to work as a whore for the rest of her life.

She then ridiculed herself for how quickly she jumped to the absolute worst possible conclusion. On what basis did she have to think these men would take her to work in a brothel? That still didn’t explain why they were taking her to meet other women, however.

Amelia sat in confused silence as the men took her out of town and up a rocky trail that had her spine aching from all of the jarring. The road evened out as it pulled them into the trees. The darkness of the forest crept around them, and Amelia shuddered. She’d never been one to like the dark.

“Cold?” Noah slipped his arm around her.

She stiffened and looked at Andrew, who didn’t seem to mind that his little brother had pulled her to him. Even in her assumptions, the feel of Noah’s strong arms around her brought her comfort. She snuggled into Noah’s hold and let out a loud sigh.

Andrew smiled and even started to whistle as he drove the buggy through the forest.

Amelia took a breath to ask where they were going when the forest opened up and Andrew drove them into a large meadow surrounded by the protection of enormous trees. The sun brightened the meadow, and Amelia smiled.

It was beautiful.

“You like?” Noah jumped out of the buggy when Andrew drew it to a stop and turned to help Amelia out.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered and stepped out, grateful she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion after all.

“My dear,” Andrew said and walked around the buggy to take her hand. “Allow me to introduce you to Ariel.”

Amelia looked first at him, then around the meadow. They were the only three there. “Where is she?”

“Right here.” He bent over and brushed moss off a large rock, revealing faint, childlike writing beneath it.

She squinted to read it. “Ariel?”

“And this is Juliet.” Noah sat down on another large rock.

“Beatrice is over by that patch of purple flowers.”

“Oh!” Noah jumped up, grabbed her hand, and led her over to a jagged rock. “This is Kate.”

“Katherina,” Andrew corrected as he snuck up behind her, his breath hot against her neck.

Mixed with the heat of the afternoon, Amelia broke out in a fine layer of very unladylike perspiration. Her heart hammered in her chest as Andrew slipped his arms around her midsection and pulled her up against him.

“Katherina,” Andrew breathed against her neck and whispered kisses against her skin, “is the woman in
Taming of the Shrew
. You know of Shakespeare, do you not?”

Shakespeare, along with any other scholarly reading, was more Olivia’s taste, not hers. “I’ve never read his work.”

“The rocks of this meadow,” Andrew explained as he feasted on her neck, “were named after the women in Shakespeare’s work.
Taming of the Shrew
is my favorite. It tells the tale of Katherina, a shrew of a woman who never planned to marry. Only until she met a man who outwitted her did she finally agree to the life she was always meant for.”

She looked at him and the meaning of his words weren’t lost on her. “Am I Katherina?”

“No,” Noah said. “You are far greater a woman, and you’re
ours
.”

Noah’s gaze darkened as he watched Andrew feast on her neck. When Noah approached and cupped her face in his hands, tilting his head to continue to watch Andrew, Amelia didn’t know what to think. And then Noah kissed her, and she lost her ability to think altogether.

He cupped his hand behind her neck, his fingers digging into her hair, paying no mind to the pins he broke free.

“Our sweet Amelia,” Andrew whispered behind her. He worked the buttons of her dress free and opened it to reveal her neck and back. He scraped his teeth across her skin as his heated breath tickled across her flesh.

He pushed his hands into her dress and pulled it down her arms. Even though the sun blazed above them, she shivered.

“Noah, grab the blankets and scarves.”

Scarves? What in the world did they have planned?

Andrew removed the rest of her clothing, shoes and all, before removing his own. He then took his engorged cock in his hand and stroked over the crest slowly. She licked her lips, dying for a taste.

“Do you like what you see, Amelia?”

She swallowed tightly and stayed perfectly still as he disappeared behind her. He flattened up behind her, and his hard flesh pushed up against the small of his back. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love the look of your men naked before you.”

She blinked and glanced over at Noah, who had since laid blankets out in the middle of the field and no longer had a stitch of clothing on. He lay there, his erection in his hands, as he watched them.

Andrew grabbed her hand, and she took a step to follow but stepped on sharp rocks and razor blades of grass. “Ouch.”

Without hesitation he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the blanket. He laid her down next to Noah and stretched out beside her. He ran his finger up and down her ribcage and she giggled. “That tickles.”

Andrew grinned and leaned in, swiping the tip of his tongue across her hard nipple. She sucked in a breath.

“Does that tickle as well?”

“No. That feels good.”

Noah bent down and took the opposite nipple between his lips, teasing it and flicking it with his tongue. She weaved her fingers into his hair to hold him there. Andrew then attacked her other nipple, and she cried out from the pleasure spiking through her.

Such destructive pleasure shouldn’t be physically possible, yet having both these men feasting on her breasts made her nerves spark to life and hum with excited energy. Andrew’s touch, so hot and primal as his hand moved to cover her pussy and move in lazy circles, had her ready to come undone.

Noah cupped her breast as he covered her mouth with his. His kiss singed her soul and left her ready to beg for more when he pulled away. She felt him lift her arms above her head, but what Andrew had started to do really held her attention.

“Ah!” She arched her back when Andrew scraped his teeth against her swollen clit. “Andrew!”

“Scream for me, Amelia. Scream out my name when I allow you to come.”

“But what if someone hears us?”

Noah rested his lips against hers. “There’s no one up here, baby. Scream as loud as you want, as loud as you can.” His lips then devoured hers, and she didn’t care what he did with her hands above her.

“So perfect,” Andrew whispered from between her legs. “Tell me when you’re close, sweetheart. I need to know.”

“You have me close already,” she admitted in a whimper and rocked her hips. The sensations coiled inside her, one after the other, until she couldn’t make sense of any of them. They tightened, twisting inside her, close to snapping from the tension.

It was relentless. He drew her pleasure higher and higher inside her. He licked and sucked, swiping his tongue across her tight nerves and delivering spike after spike of burning sensations.

“So close, Andrew.”

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my tongue. You want to come for me, don’t you Amelia?” He slid two fingers into her slippery entrance and brushed against sensitive nerves, and she unraveled.

“Yes, “ she hissed and lifted her hands to grab ahold of something only to find them tied together by a silk scarf.

“What—Andrew!”

Andrew slowed his assault, and she fell back against the blanket, writhing and wailing out his name. He had her so close! How dare he stop now.

Noah held the scarf to keep her arms above her, and she fought to break free. She had to touch them.

“Let me free,” she whimpered.

“Not yet.” Noah kissed her as Andrew stopped his assault on her pussy. She whimpered a protest. “It’s my turn, Amelia. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy again. I’ve been dying for it.”

He dove between her thighs as Andrew hovered his mouth above her nipple. He locked his gaze with hers as he lowered his head down and drew her nipple into his mouth.

Their connection did nothing for her resistance. Andrew held her arms above her head with the help of the scarf as he feasted on her breast, while at the same time Noah overwhelmed her with his attack on her pussy.