Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 3) (11 page)

When he pulled out of me, a gush of seed slipped from me and he stood before me, just as Simon had, proud of that fact.

"It's Cross' turn, lass. Ye dinna want him to feel neglected, do ye?" Simon sat on the edge of the bed, his back resting against the brass railed footboard. Only Cross looked tense between the three of them and I now knew why.

"Up," Cross said.

Slowly, as my muscles were as soft and loose as pulled taffy, I came up and onto my knees, the seed sliding down my thighs. Cross looked down at it and slid a finger through the wetness. "I'm going to add to this," he vowed.

Moving to the head of the bed, he sat with his back propped up against the pillows. "How are you at riding a horse?" he asked.

I frowned in confusion. "Quite well."

He grinned and held out his hand. "Good. Consider me your stud horse and take me for a ride."

I glanced down at Cross' cock, thick and erect and very ready to fuck.

"Straddle his legs," Rhys directed.

I took Cross' hand and crawled up the bed so that I had my knees on either side of his hips.

"Work yourself down onto my cock."

Placing a hand on his shoulder for balance, I met Cross' pale eyes as I shifted my hips so that the tip of his cock slid over me, then settled at my opening. With all of the other men's seed on me, it was not difficult to have him fill me. My eyes widened at the feel of him coming up and into me. This was so different than when I was on my back. I could look at Cross, see his expression as my body accepted him and opened for him. When he was fully embedded, I sat completely upon his thighs and we both groaned.

"Now, Olivia. Please. I've been patient, but no longer, for you feel too damn good. Ride me and ride me hard. I want to see your breasts move as you do, I want to see you come."

Carefully, I lifted back up as I bit my lip, wanting to do it right. I saw the heat flare in Cross' eyes. When I took him into me again, I bumped my clit on his body and I moaned, shifting my hips and almost grinding myself onto him. I wanted not only to be filled, but my clit to be worked. The combination had me moving; I had no choice for my body took over, my needs replaced my thoughts and so I moved blindly, mindlessly to what felt good.

I knew the other men were watching. I knew I was taking what I wanted from Cross. I knew they might think me wanton, my breasts bouncing as I moved so aggressively, but I didn't care. I'd been fucked twice already and knew they were passionate men and that they'd unleashed the passion within me. And so I used Cross' cock to my needs over and over until I was screaming, gripping his shoulders so hard he'd have indentations there surely.

My eyes flew open at the sheer intensity of the angle and the way it rubbed over new places.

Cross hissed. "She's milking my cock. I can't hold back. Take it, love, take it all," Cross growled.

He thrust his hips up and against me, filling me like a geyser, erupting up and into my womb, flooding me in his own wash of hot seed. I fell forward onto his chest, my sweaty breasts and belly slick against his. I tried to catch my breath as I listened to his heartbeat begin to slow. I could do nothing, nothing at all, for I was done in by pleasure. I didn't know whose hands were stroking my back and I didn't care, for I knew that while they were individuals, they claimed me as one. While it may be one man's hand on my back, they were all soothing me. It was my last thought as I fell into sleep.

CHAPTER SEVEN

SIMON

"Good morning, lass."

Olivia stirred in my arms, her arse rubbing against my already hard cock. After she'd fallen asleep, I'd tucked her beneath the covers and settled in behind her, an arm over her waist, my hand cupping her breast perfectly. I should have had a difficult time sleeping as I was unused to sharing a bed, but I found having her tucked in safely with me was enough to put me into a sound sleep. I was accustomed to being awakened by nightmares, the sheets a tangle about my sweat soaked body as I awoke on a groan or sob, but my night was quiet, my mind at ease.

She stiffened briefly, and then, most likely realizing where she was and who was holding her, she relaxed. "Hello," she replied, her voice shy. "Where are the others?"

"We willna be together all of the time. They are asleep in their own beds."

"You will take turns with me?"

I shrugged, and then frowned at the idea. "You make it sound as if ye are a toy and we are a bunch of children."

She turned in my hold to look up at me, her pale eyes clear and alight with humor. "Yes, I believe that is an apt description."

I could not help but push her onto her back and prop myself above her. As we stirred, her sweet scent along with the tang of sex swirled around us. It was a heady mix, reminding me that she was soft and lush and feminine as well as the vixen we did all of the things to the night before.

"Dinna ye wish to get to know me?" I asked.

She nodded into the pillow. "You’re the brawny one." She ran her small hand down over my chest and I sucked in my muscles of my belly as her hand worked lower, but didna touch my cock. She was nae forward yet in her wants, but she would be soon enough. "I also think you are the brooder, the one who worries the most."

She was insightful and that had me looking away, afraid she might see all the answers in my eyes. While Rhys had seen cruelty in the regiment, he hadna been there the day Evans slaughtered that family. I had and it affected me still. Even though our friend, Ian, was man pinned with the crime, the event followed more than just him halfway around the world.

"I take my responsibilities seriously, ye ken, and they now include ye. Are ye sore?" I lifted up off her enough to look down her naked body. Her breasts were coral tipped and just begging to be licked and sucked. The flesh between her thighs, now bare and smooth, surely ached to be stroked.

She cupped my chin and forced my head back up to meet her steady gaze. "You are changing the subject. You don't have to protect me from everything," she replied.

My heart hurt, actually ached at her simple statement. While I always had Rhys and Cross to watch out for me, this tiny slip of a woman was volunteering to be my protector as well.

"My little lioness," I whispered. "Dinna worry, lass, for tis just my dreams that haunt me. Enough about me, ye didna answer my question. Are ye sore?"

She continued to look at me for a few more moments, and then replied. "My body aches...down there, but I'm not sore."

"When I plow a field, me back hurts the next day." I brushed her dark hair back from her face. "When I plow yer field," she slapped my arm and I grinned, "ye are the one who is aching."

"Simon," she replied, eyes rolling.

"I bet ye are aching for my touch, for my cock."

She glanced away, but I turned her chin back. "Nay lass, now it is you who must answer the difficult question. Ye dinna need to be embarrassed. Yer body, when we are alone, it belongs to me."

Her pale eyes widened and she licked her lips. "I...I feel empty."

I couldn't help the groan that escaped and I shifted my hips so my cock rubbed up against her belly. "Do you want yer pussy filled?"

She bit her lip, glanced up at me through her dark lashes, then shyly nodded.

What my wife wanted, I gave.

CROSS

"I don't think three days is going to be enough," I said, washing the dinner dishes. It had been two days since we brought Olivia to the ranch and tomorrow we would have to share her with the others by joining everyone for lunch. "Surely Emma, Ann and Laurel are driving their men crazy with the waiting."

"Making Olivia come is more of a priority than satisfying the other ladies' eagerness to meet her. Each of them only has two men to share; Olivia has three. We
should
get an extra day," Rhys grumbled.

"It isna as if we have to give her up, just take her to lunch," Simon replied. "I'm glad a trunk was picked up in town, for now she has some of her things. The smile on her face when Andrew delivered it was verra pleasing. Now she'll be comfortable in clothes."

I groaned at the idea of her clothed again since she'd been mostly naked for the past two days.

"We eat lunch, then we can bring her home and fuck her," Simon added.

"You two have each had a night with her." I could hear the crankiness of my voice. Hell, it wasn't crankiness; it was unrequited lust. "I had to lay in my own bed knowing she was naked and warm...without me. What the hell did you do with her in the middle of the night?" I asked Rhys, whose smile spread wide.

"She went to the wash room and when she returned, I had her bend over the side of the bed and fucked her from behind. You could have joined us. You could have taught her how to suck your cock."

I could easily picture Olivia naked and leaning on the side of the bed, her ass up, her legs spread so her bare pussy was visible, then taking her. I also thought of her mouth opened wide around my cock. I groaned and turned back to the dishes, washing them with extra vigor.

"That wasn't what you heard, though," he added. I glanced over my shoulder at him and he was now sharing details just to taunt me, his grin a giveaway. "The sounds she made were when I worked the plug into her arse. It was her first one. It wasn't very big, but she's tight there. I kept it in as I fucked her, and then the rest of the night. It's going to be sweet when we get a cock in there. So bloody sweet and tight."

I couldn't handle the torment any longer. I put the dish down, wiped my hands on my pants and stormed down the hall.

"Be sure to use the next sized plug on her tonight," Rhys called to me as Simon laughed.

"We're taking her together from now on. I don't like to wait my turn," I called back.

I took the stairs two at a time to the washroom. Olivia was taking another bath—we were making her dirty quite frequently—and I entered the room with only a brief knock.

She didn't cover herself this time. That was what I noticed first. She'd lost a bit of her inhibitions, but the blush on her cheeks indicated she was clinging to her innocence. After what Rhys did to her last night and what I planned for tonight, she wouldn't be innocent for much longer.

"I heard you are taking Rhys' plugs in your ass."

She flushed even more furiously as she stood in the tub, water sluicing down her body. I held out my hand to help her out and grabbed the bath sheet as I did and began to dry her. "Well?" I asked.

"You seem angry."

I shook my head and knelt down to dry one leg, then the other. Her smooth, bare pussy was in perfect alignment with my face and my mouth watered to taste her. "Not angry. Eager. Eager for you. It's my turn to play."

"Don't I ever get to play with you?"

I paused, my hands on her legs and looked up her luscious body to meet her eyes. "Haven't you been playing all this time?"

"Yes, but you three tell me what to do."

I began to dry her again, my hands slow so I could savor the feel of her. "You mean you want to be in charge."

She thought for a moment. "Yes, perhaps I do."

I stood and dried her belly, then her breasts, where I lingered. I loved the lush shape of them, their weight, the way the plump nipples tightened at the slightest touch. "Your ass training is not up for negotiation."

"But—"

I silenced her with a finger over her lips.

"Don't you want the three of us to take you at the same time?"

I pulled my finger away and she replied, "Yes."

"Then we need to prepare your ass to take a cock. You know we're big. We don't want to hurt you. Remember, nothing but pleasure." With that resolved, I continued, "We will get the next size plug settled into that delectable ass of yours, and then you can be in charge. All night long."

"The plug needs to stay in that long?" she asked, quirking one dark brow.

"At least a few hours. I have needs though, love, so if you're in charge, it's your job to meet them."

CHAPTER EIGHT

OLIVIA

"How do you handle three men?" Emma asked, all dark hair and wide eyes.

She was married to Kane and Ian, who met us at their front door. From their accents, the men were English and Scot, just like Rhys and Simon and, from what I'd been told, had been in the same army regiment. Ann was equally interested to meet me, along with Laurel, and they'd pulled me into the kitchen away from the men. Ann was fair-haired and petite, while Laurel had fiery red hair and green eyes. They had me sit at the kitchen table and chop carrots as they moved about, cooking, stirring, checking if something was done baking.

I was not overly adept in the kitchen; I could make a simple meal for Uncle Allen and myself, but I couldn't handle a meal for fifteen, so I was content with the basic task they put before me. From what they told me, everyone at Bridgewater ate meals together—except when a group of them got married and didn't get out of bed for three days—and rotated the role as cook and dishwasher. While it seemed odd that they always ate at Kane, Ian and Emma's house, theirs was the largest and had, it seemed, been built with an overly large dining room for just this purpose. The only unmarried men left were Simon's brother and a man named MacDonald, both of whom had not arrived for lunch yet when I'd been dragged off. The ladies volunteered to cook today, clearly in order to get me alone and pepper me with questions.