Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 6) (2 page)

“I can smell her arousal from here,” Mr. Xander said.

Smell me?

“Her curls, they’re glistening. She’s wet and we haven’t even touched her yet.”

“I’m not wet,” I countered, embarrassed, trying to cover myself. “Mr. Xander, truly, I bathed just this morning and I don’t smell, nor is my skin still damp.”

“I’m just Xander.” His hands cupped my ass and pulled me toward him. “If you want to be formal about it, you can call me sir, especially when I’m about to lick and finger fuck your sweet pussy. Either will do nicely.”

Lick? I didn’t have time to ponder his words, for his tongue flicked out and over my folds, sliding along them until he circled and circled the little bundle of nerves.

“Oh, dear Lord,” I gasped, my hips bucking. I had no idea a man could—
would—
do something like this.

“Say his name, baby,” Mr. Tyler whispered, kissing along the side of my neck, nipping at it and then licking the tender spot. “A man likes to hear his name when he’s eating his woman’s pussy.”

Xander’s hand dipped between my thighs to play over my… pussy as he continued to lick and suck at my tender flesh. I gripped his head, tangling my fingers in his hair. I wasn’t sure if it was to push him away or pull him closer.

Slipping a finger inside, he curled it and found a spot that had me crying out. His name came out on a surprised groan.

“
Xander.
”

His finger slipped free and I felt empty. He lifted his head and looked up at me. His lips and beard glistened. Lifting his hand, he brushed his finger over my lower lip and coated it with my wetness.

“You are wet. Dripping. An aroused woman will coat a man’s fingers, mouth and cock with her pussy juices.” He pushed the tip of it past my lips and into my mouth. “Taste.”

I tasted myself on my tongue as I sucked on it. Xander’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched as I did so. He growled as he pulled his hand free.

“I want a taste,” Mr. Tyler uttered.

Xander pushed to his feet and took hold of the bottom of my dress as the other man took his place between my legs.

Mr. Tyler took a moment and just looked his fill. “I can see her clit poking out from here. So easily aroused.” Glancing up, he asked, “Do you want to come, baby?”

I wanted to do something, for I felt as if I was going to burst out of my skin. My heart was racing and my skin flushed; the taste of myself was indeed sweet on my tongue.

I’d come before, not from Frank, but my own fingers late at night. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home and I’d been able to explore my own body, to touch myself the way I liked. In all those moments, I’d never felt remotely like this.

“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”

“I’m not God. Just Tyler. You’re going to scream my name before I’m done with you.”

Tyler pushed against the inside of my thigh, making me widen my stance. Only then did he lean in and put his mouth on me. Where Xander had been deliberate and aggressive, Tyler was focused and attentive. While he did pay special attention to my clit, he sucked one fold into his mouth, then the other before pushing the tip of his tongue inside me. I’d had Xander’s fingers and Frank’s member in me, but never a tongue. It wasn’t big enough, nor did it go in deep enough to make me come, but the idea of Tyler filling me with his cock had me clenching his shoulders. I was lost, wild to the feelings.

These
men
. Lord above, these men were skilled. I had no idea what I’d been missing. I was in the entryway with my dress bunched about my waist with a man—a gorgeous man—between my legs doing wicked things to me! A second man stood by and watched. It was… wicked.

“You’re going to come for Tyler, but not until I say,” Xander whispered in my ear, the soft rasp of his beard on my neck another sensation to my already overwhelmed body.

How he knew I was almost on the brink, I didn’t know. But with Tyler pressing his tongue flat against my clit as he dipped not one, but two fingers inside me, I didn’t know how stop it.

I licked my dry lips as I gasped and cried out with pleasure. My eyes had fallen closed and I just gave in to the feeling.

“Not yet, Emily. Be a good girl and wait for your men to tell you when you can come. Your pleasure belongs to us now.”

I turned my head to look at Xander, to tell him what he could do with his pushy ways. His face was right there. His dark eyes bored into mine, our breaths mingled.

“Stop.”

I stilled at his order, but I realized when Tyler lifted his head and pulled his fingers from me that Xander was speaking to him, not me.

“No, don’t listen to him. Don’t stop!” I was panting now, as if I’d run the distance to Bridgewater instead of riding. I glanced down at Tyler—he, too, had slick lips—then at the fierce Xander.

“The next time you tell me I’m pushy, you’ll be punished
and
you won’t come,” Xander vowed. “That’s a promise.”

Had I said those words aloud? It seemed Xander was not a man to be trifled with.

“You want to come so much, sweetheart, then you tell Tyler exactly what you want him to do.” He stroked my hair back from my face with a gentleness that contradicted his tone.

“Make me come,” I said. I’d never said these kinds of words aloud. Frank had never brought me pleasure before. In fact, I never knew it was actually possible with a man. Until now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Xander shake his head. “How?” he asked.

Tyler wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Waiting.

“How?” I repeated, confused.

“With my mouth?” Tyler asked.

“Yes.”

“Then tell me you want to come on my mouth.”

Tyler’s hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs brushing along the crease, nudging the hairs of my pussy. My hips shifted of their own volition, wanting his fingers closer. On me. In me.

“I want to come on your mouth.”

“With pleasure, baby. With pleasure.” Tyler rewarded me with a grin just before he put his mouth back exactly where I wanted it.

“Oh,
yes
,” I moaned.

“Do you want him to slip two fingers deep inside you?” Xander whispered in my ear. “Your pussy’s so delectably tight, when you come you’re going to squeeze them.”

I did right then, just by the words alone.

My hips began to shift. I couldn’t help it. I was close and I was chasing my pleasure, moving on Tyler’s face so that I was closer… closer. Oh, so close.

“Yes, fingers. In me. Please.”

I felt a hand on my bare bottom. “And what about here, sweetheart? Do you need a finger here, too?” As Xander spoke, a finger slipped between the seam of my bottom and over my…

“Xander!” I gasped. “You can’t… oh, yes!”

He’d circled my back entrance, then slipped a slick fingertip into me. I’d never been touched there before, let alone have a finger work its way inside. The stretch was uncomfortable, but, it was dark and carnal and it felt so good.

“You have Tyler on his knees licking your clit, drinking down all your delectable juices. His fingers are filling your pussy while you have my finger in your ass. You like two men touching you. You like it when you have no choice but to take what we give you.”

Xander kept talking, his dark words filling the remainder of my senses. I felt their hands everywhere. I could smell their unique scents and the heady aroma of my arousal. My lingering taste was on my tongue. I could see Tyler’s head between my splayed thighs. I was overwhelmed, consumed.

“Please,” I begged, my head thrashing against the door.

“Come, sweetheart.”

I did. I obeyed Xander’s command and came so blissfully hard I surely put marks on Tyler’s shoulders with my fingernails. My scream filled the entryway and I could do nothing but clench and squeeze down on their invading fingers, riding the waves of pleasure that they gave me.

An arm banded about my waist and held me up, for my knees gave out and I would have collapsed to the floor.

Tyler stood to his full height and both men loomed over me. They, too, were breathing hard.

“We’d better get her to Olivia’s before we fuck her,” Tyler murmured. Putting his hand at the front of his pants, he adjusted himself.
Oh, my.
Through his pants, I could see the outline of his very large…

“I’d let you see my cock, baby, but then I’d have to fuck you.”

I frowned, noting that both men’s pants showed clear delineation of their desire.

“Don’t you
want
to fuck me?” I asked, confused. “I thought… that was what I expected.”

Xander took a step back. “Not until we’re married, sweetheart. Then we’ll fuck you and mark you and fill you with our seed.”

CHAPTER TWO

TYLER

The day before…

“Just because you’ve found the men of your dreams does not mean you can play matchmaker,” I told Olivia.

She gave me a look that was pure exasperation, especially when it was combined with a hand on her hip. My tiny cousin had three men wrapped around her little finger—husbands Cross, Rhys and Simon—and that was plenty. I did not need to be added to that list.

“Her husband
died
, Tyler,” she countered. I glanced at Rhys and Cross who flanked her, but I received no help from either of them.

“Why can’t your men go with you?”

“Because you and Xander have nothing better to do. While you are just visitors here, we—” Rhys waved a hand between Cross and himself, “—live here and have been assigned the job of putting out tables.”

“The picnic won’t happen if we don’t put out tables,” Cross added.

I doubted that the church picnic would be cancelled if Olivia’s husbands didn’t
personally
put out the tables for the food. Surely there were other men—even other men from Bridgewater—who could complete the task. I did not wish to go to a ranch and drag a reluctant woman, a reluctant
widow
, to a church picnic.

“Do you really think she will come? She’s just lost her husband, what, two days ago?”

A small boy ran between our little group and grabbed hold of Cross’ legs. If he were a smaller man, he’d have been toppled by the force.

“Unca Cross!”

The big man beamed down at the two-year-old and swung him up into the air, tossing him high enough to make Olivia gasp. Christopher laughed and so Cross did it again.

“When we have children, you are
not
doing that.” Olivia pursed her lips, but couldn’t help but smile as Christopher called out, “Again!”

“Hurry back from getting Mrs. Woodhouse so we can get right on that,” Rhys commented, giving my cousin a very heated gaze.

I turned my back on them and looked across the open field in front of the town’s church for Xander. If I was going to retrieve a grieving widow, he was going with me. With the church service just ending, the townspeople were milling about, children playing tag or dipping their feet in the creek nearby. Women were organizing the food and sure enough, the Bridgewater men were moving tables in a long line for the food.

“There he is,” Andrew said with a grin and a sigh. I stepped back to let the little boy’s father join our group. “Your mother has your lunch, young man.”

“Lunch!” he cried and reached out for his father, clearly eager to eat.

Watching the group from Bridgewater was inspiring. They embraced the same custom as my parents—two husbands for one wife. Olivia was my father’s niece and she had
three
husbands. I, too, would take a wife with another. Xander. I saw him walking my way with Simon, who was looking solely at Olivia. I had no doubt Rhys’ intentions upon our return from the widow’s ranch. I knew with what they would occupy their time later: baby making. How she hadn’t become pregnant with three husbands before now was beyond me.

I frowned at the idea of my cousin being fucked by these men—any men—but they loved her and devoted their lives to her. It was a good thing Xander and I were staying elsewhere. Ian and Kane—who I’d sold cattle to the year before—and their wife, Emma, had gone to Billings and so we stayed in their house during our visit.

Bridgewater men needed privacy with their bride.

Olivia had said it had been like lightning when she’d first met her men. I knew of the concept, for my mother said the same thing. In fact, she’d been the one to give my cousin the notion. Love at first sight was fine for some, but I doubted it for me. Finding a woman wasn’t easy, but finding a woman who would want two husbands was even harder. Especially Xander and me. Xander, the ex-convict and me, the… what was I? I loved women in general—there was nothing better than sinking into a hot pussy. Well, perhaps a tight little ass. But married to one? I wasn’t sure if I was the kind of man that would dote on my bride the way Olivia’s men doted on her.

She was the center of their world. I couldn’t imagine ever finding a woman that would make me even consider it, let alone let the parson’s noose slip around my neck. I could, though, be courteous and go with Olivia to escort her friend to the picnic. My cousin was kind to think of the older woman.

“I understand I’ve been summoned,” Xander said to the group at large.

A bell was rung indicating the start of the meal. People made their way from the blankets they’d spread out on the grass to the table laden with food.

“We are going with Olivia to retrieve a widow,” I told Xander.

“Mrs. Woodhouse,” Olivia added for Xander’s benefit.

My friend looked between us, his dark eyes giving away none of his emotions. This was perfectly normal for him. I’d known him for five years and even I’d rarely seen him smile. The time in prison had changed him, hardened his emotions. “Are we allowed at least a chicken leg to take for the ride?” he asked, rubbing his stomach.

Olivia went up on her tiptoes and kissed Cross, while giving Rhys and Simon knowing looks. While she was married by Bridgewater standards to all three men, the townspeople only knew of her legal wedding to Cross. Public displays of affection were limited, but I had no doubt Olivia would make it up to the other two once home.