Adams, Eve - The Banished Bride [Brides of Bachelor Bay 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

“Oh, Noah. I can’t stand it. Oh, Andrew.”

“I’ve got to have you, Amelia.” Andrew’s breath against her skin whispered goose bumps across her body. “This time it’s my turn in your sweet ass.”

“Yes.” She loved it when he used such wicked words.

“My sweet Amelia,” Noah murmured against her sensitive nerves, and she jerked, the sensation too much. He stretched out and rolled her over on top of him. She would have crashed into him had Andrew not grabbed the scarf binding her wrists.

Noah lifted her hips and sank her weeping channel onto his hard cock. She cried out at the tight penetration and shifted, sending her deeper onto his shaft while Andrew held her wrists.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah. Jesus. So fucking tight.” Noah dug his fingers into her hips. “Oh, Amelia. I can’t wait to make you my wife. Please, baby. Just say yes.”

He thrust deep, and she threw her head back. “Yes!”

“Say yes to me.” Andrew untied her wrists, and she dropped her hands down to Noah’s shoulders to hold on as he fucked her slowly and steady, driving her mad with want. When Andrew licked at her tender puckered entrance she released a shuddering cry.

Andrew pressed the blunt tip of his cock against her tight entrance to her ass. When he rocked his hips and the hole loosened, allowing him penetration, it sent a rush of flames burning through her. He eased in farther, and she bucked her hips.

“Say yes to me.” Andrew growled from behind her. He pulled out and pushed in, over and over until his gentle, unyielding assault allowed him to sink all the way inside her rear.

“Andrew.”

“Say yes,” he groaned and held her hips so she couldn’t move. Hell, she couldn’t move if she wanted to. Noah was still buried deep inside her. With Andrew in her at the same time, she could barely cry out.

“Yes, Andrew. Yes!”

“I was first,” Noah said and slowly slid out, and then eased back inside the depths of her pussy. “And I didn’t have to beg. Ah, Jesus! Amelia, you feel like hot silk, baby.”

She couldn’t take it. They were killing her with pleasure. Could a person die from too much pleasure? She was sure of it. They were close to killing her. Oh, dear God. She’d never survive this.

“Andrew!” She screamed when he slammed into her ass, and felt the muscles of her ass clench around his cock.

Noah withdrew and then pushed back into her with a strong thrust.

“Noah!”

It was sweet rapture having both of them inside her at the same time. Every thrust pushed her higher, closer to the cataclysmic explosion that would release her from the torment.

When they both drove deep inside her at the same time, she threw her head back and screamed at the pleasure that burned so hot it hurt. One more invasion like that and she’d shatter.

“Make your choice,” Andrew demanded in a low growl.

“No.”

“Do it.” Noah stabbed his flesh into her, and she cried out.

“I won’t.” And she wouldn’t. How dare they make her choose when she was on the verge of ecstasy?

Andrew placed something over her eyes and tied it. She reached up for it, but Noah stopped her. She stilled. “What’s going on?”

“Taking a sense away heightens all the others,” Andrew explained. “Without your sight, you will feel so much more.”

She could see shadows but nothing else. The feeling of helplessness didn’t please her any, yet she felt her senses come to life and explode with alertness. “But I want to see you.”

“
Feel
me here.” He reached around and touched the skin above her heart. “Feel me, Amelia. Feel us both. It’s here that your choice lies.”

“Or here.” Noah thrust deep into her pussy, and she gasped.

“Please,” she cried. “Don’t make me do this. Not now.”

Andrew fucked her with long, smooth strokes. He pressed her shoulders down to Noah, and it opened her up for him to increase his pace. “Are you mine?”

Noah wrapped his arms around her. “You’re mine.”

“And mine,” Andrew added.

She screamed as, in one final thrust between them both, she exploded. Her eyes flew open, and even with the blindfold she saw stars burst in her vision. Violent spasms rippled through her as wave after wave slammed into her from the inside out.

“I’m yours!”

Andrew gripped her hips and worked in perfect unison with Noah, pushing and pulling her pleasure, keeping it at its peak. Noah released a strangled groan and stiffened as his climax washed over him and he filled her pussy with his release.

Andrew growled and slammed into her ass, pushing hot jets of semen deep inside her. She screamed again at how completely sated she felt.

She collapsed to Noah and let out a whimper as Andrew withdrew his flesh from her body. She rolled to her back and grabbed at the blindfold, pulling it from her eyes. She squinted and looked first to Andrew, then Noah.

Somewhere in the midst of lovemaking, she’d made her choice and hadn’t even realized it. Now as she studied both of her men, she knew the decision had been made long before today.

“I’ve decided,” she said and hesitated as she smiled at them both.

“And?” Andrew stood and grabbed their clothes.

She sat up and accepted her pantaloons. Once she had them on, she went to work on her skirts. Only Noah continued to lie there, not looking at either one, as he kept his expression still.

She looked at Andrew. “I’m going to marry you.”

Andrew grinned, and Noah stiffened.

She then looked to Noah. “I’m going to marry you
both
.”

Chapter 12

Lucy McTaggert’s Journal, Saturday, August 19
^th
, 1865

Port Steele, Washington Territory

I promised my husbands that I would watch my tongue, which is why I’m writing this down instead of telling anyone. I was walking the main path behind town to find a place to take Jason and Tate for an afternoon adventure before settling in to watch the fireworks. I heard what at first sounded like a wounded animal so I snuck in for a closer look. To my shock and utter disbelief I spotted the sweetheart of Port Steele, Amelia Prescott, in a rather scandalous position with not one but both of the eligible Gallagher brothers. The fact that I found her with both of them is not the scandal. There are more men sharing wives here in Port Steele than there are men selfishly keeping their wife to themselves. However, I know for a fact that Amelia is not married to either one of them, which presents a problem. I feel it is my duty to inform the men still foolishly chasing after Amelia that she has clearly been claimed in every sense of the word. Maybe then they’d finally choose a bride willing to marry instead of one who’d rather tempt every man with a bat of her beautiful blue eyes. I’m not bitter. I have my husbands. Yes, knowing Jason proposed to Amelia before me hurts, but he made the right choice in the end. Let’s hope by my leaving this note out for someone to find, it forces Amelia to finally make the right choice as well.

* * * *

Amelia couldn’t hide her smile. She locked arms with Andrew and nodded at several of the townspeople as they strolled through the park. Noah had disappeared to find them all something to eat. As soon as he returned, she’d take his arm as well. She wanted the entire world to know of her decision to be the first bride to openly marry both her men. No living in secret for her—or her men.

“I still wish you’d reconsider.” Andrew patted her hand as he covered it with his. “This is madness, Amelia. The people of Port Steele are not going to be as accepting as you think.”

“You don’t want to live in secret and neither do I. You both want me and I want you both. Why should there be shame in that?”

“There’s no shame in that.”

“Then why hide it?”

“Amelia, it isn’t that simple.”

“Pishposh.” She nodded at one of the brides and her husband. “Hello, Barbara. I haven’t seen you in ages. Are you well?”

She offered a curt nod and stepped between her husband and Amelia. “Hello, Amelia. Mr. Gallagher.”

Andrew bowed. “Good day, Mrs. Templeton. Caleb, how is your boy?”

Caleb, Barbara’s husband, beamed with pride. He grinned wide enough to show his back teeth. “He’s already walking if you can believe it. He’s a strong one.”

“He’ll be running one of the lines in no time.”

Amelia tuned out the men and studied Barbara. They’d never been close, but they’d also never been enemies. Why did she glare at Amelia like she’d stolen her pony?

“How’s Lizzie?”

“She’s well,” Amelia answered and ignored the pang of guilt at not knowing the true answer. She hadn’t talked to her own sister since that dreadful night.

“And Patience? You two are quite close, aren’t you?”

“She’s my dearest friend.”

“Is she better?”

Amelia looked at Barbara. “Better?”

Barbara thinned her lips. “Patience has been ill for quite some time, or didn’t you know?”

Amelia lost her smile. Patti was ill? Why hadn’t she sent for her? “No, I didn’t know.”

“How interesting. Apparently you aren’t as close as you would like to think. Come, Caleb. We must be going.”

“Good seeing you, Mr. Gallagher.” Caleb waved his large hand at them as his wife dragged him away. Andrew waved back, a genuine smile on his handsome face.

“How wonderful that they are thriving. Jonathon is already talking and did you know they were expecting again?”

Amelia watched them until they disappeared into the crowd, an odd feeling settling into her stomach. Why had Barbara treated her that way? Why had she treated her as some stranger and not as if they hadn’t spent months on a boat traveling to this great land together?

“There’s Miles and Constance. Shall we have a bit of fun?”

Her good mood quickly faded. “Andrew, I don’t think—”

“Miles!” Andrew waved at his cousin, and of course, he and Constance came over to them.

She hadn’t gotten over Barbara’s treatment. No way would she be able to deal with Constance’s silver tongue. It lashed out like a poisonous snake and left no survivors. Patience had the wit to put Constance in her place. Amelia didn’t.

“Why, Amelia. You look…” She hesitated and raked her brilliant green gaze across Amelia, a look of disdain evident in her expression. “Is this a new look for you?”

She glanced down at the stains on her dress and could only imagine how her hair looked all piled up in a mess on top of her head. “I hadn’t planned on attending the festivities this year.”

“Clearly.” She smiled and lifted her ebony brow.

Amelia leaned closer to Andrew, no longer in the mood to celebrate. She just wanted him to take her home.

“Andrew, how is life in San Francisco?” Miles asked, his cool gray eyes assessing his cousin.

“I wouldn’t know. I’m in Port Steele at the moment.”

“At the moment.”

Andrew’s grip tightened on Amelia’s. She squeezed his in return. She felt him relax and then even let out a breath. It brought her a sense of pride knowing she had a calming effect on one of her husbands.