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

“Or during the daytime.”

“Or with our mouths.”

My cock was hard again. Fuck. I spurred my horse to a faster pace. “We have much to teach her. Tonight.”

EMILY

Tyler and Xander had escorted me to Olivia’s house, but allowed me to go to the door on my own. They were eager to go to town and return with the sheriff to perform the ceremony. When I’d said yes to marrying them, I hadn’t expected it to happen immediately. But after what they’d done to me—God, I still felt the after-effects of their attentions—perhaps it was a good idea. I wore no drawers, Xander had tucked them somewhere I couldn’t find, and I was wet between my thighs. Sensitive. Achy.

A quick marriage was a good thing, but not in town. I hadn’t wanted to return there for it. What if Ralph saw me? What if he told the men of what I’d done? They wouldn’t marry me then and surely the sheriff would toss me directly into the jail cell. What man would want to marry a killer? If they didn’t marry me, I didn’t know what I’d do. Damn Frank. He might even ruin what could be between Tyler, Xander and me. The way my… pussy tingled, I had a fair idea of what that might entail.

They offered up a gentle stroke of fingers down my cheek before going to saddle their horses in the stable. I took a few moments to myself, the two of them overwhelming not only my body, but my thoughts as well. I lingered outside of Olivia’s house in the bright sunshine, thinking. About them.

I’d worried they wouldn’t want me, but that had been for nothing. They hadn’t just agreed, they’d taken over. They’d been controlling and bossy and had made good on their word about how they would take me. I’d thought after we’d marry, not right then up against the front door. My… pussy contracted at the memory of their mouths on me there. I had no idea that was even possible, or that a man could put his finger in my bottom, as Xander had done. Oh, it had all felt so good. Everything they’d done had been… incredible.

They’d had hard cocks, and had been unsatisfied after seeing to me. I’d thought they would fuck me then, but they had refused, saying fucking was for marriage. I’d been surprised by their vehemence of this, but it told of their honor. After the ceremony though, I would have two very eager, very randy husbands to please.

A sound distracted me from my thoughts. Another. I looked toward the house when I heard a woman cry out. Olivia. It was a shrill, painful sound. I knew it well, for Frank had hit me and the sound had escaped my own lips a time or two. Olivia’s men were hitting her? That had to be wrong. They wouldn’t do that. I paused. Would they?

I bit my lip, deciding. I only had Frank as an example of a husband and so it was certainly possible.

I would not allow my friend to be abused by her husbands. I’d allowed Frank to be miserable to me for years before I’d had enough. But I’d only had one man to contend with. Olivia couldn’t hit three men over the head with a frying pan and get away with it. Walking quietly up the steps to the front door, I opened it and listened. A ticking clock, the sound of the warm wind behind me was all I heard. Had I been mistaken?

“No, I don’t want that,” Olivia said, her voice drifting softly down the hall.

“You will.” One of her husband’s voices was deep and commanding, although quiet. They were in the men’s office at the back of the house.

A loud crack filled the air, making me jump. Olivia cried out. “No!”

They
were
hitting her!

“We know what you need.” Another voice.

“I don’t need
that
,”
Olivia countered.

Another hit.

I couldn’t stand by and let them hurt my friend. I didn’t care that the men were bigger than me.

I grabbed the rifle that was on pegs by the front door, loaded and ready for any kind of danger outside. It was good enough for trouble inside as well. The heavy weight of it made my arms drop to my sides but I lifted it, walked down the hall and barged into the library.

“Leave Olivia alone!” I shouted, swinging the gun.

I skidded to a stop just inside the doorway as I took in the scene before me. Olivia was naked and bent over one of the desks. Simon’s hand was stroking over the reddened skin of her bottom as Cross had two of his fingers deep inside her… oh, my. They weren’t in her pussy, but in her back entrance, like Xander had done to me earlier. But Cross was using two fingers and they were
all
the way inside of her.

Oh, dear God! The area that he had stretched open was slick and shiny. Her woman’s core was bare of any hair and I could see the lips there were bright pink and swollen and equally glistening. Rhys held a strangely shaped piece of wood near Olivia’s lowered head. In his other hand was his… oh, my, his member and it was big and red and very large. He was stroking it slowly with his fist. I’d never seen one so big. Well, I’d only seen Frank’s and it had been nothing like that. The outlines of Xander and Tyler’s cocks indicated they would be comparable in size. I swallowed at the idea of something that big fitting inside me. Xander had even said he wanted to put it in my… ass. I clenched down at the thought.

Rhys and Cross froze at my surprised appearance. Simon turned to face me. His own member was sticking out from his open pants and I couldn’t help but stare. Actually, I didn’t know quite where to look.

“Emily!” Olivia cried out. This time the sound of her voice held a hint of embarrassment, not fear.

“Emily, put the gun down,” Simon said, holding his hands out in front of him. I didn’t know if I should stand my ground on the off chance that they were hurting Olivia—clearly they weren’t—or run away embarrassed.

I felt my cheeks heat and I turned away, lowered the gun. “I’m… I thought you were hurting her.”

I wished the earth would swallow me up in this moment. They were touching Olivia intimately, doing wicked, dark things to her. I dashed out of the room and, with fumbling fingers, put the rifle back on the wall in the entry. My arms ached from holding the heavy weapon.

Simon’s large frame filled the doorway. “Emily, we would never hurt her. You must know that.”

I nodded, but couldn’t look him in the eye. “Yes, I know.”

“You’ve been married, but you will learn, things are done differently here at Bridgewater. Xander and Tyler will show you.”

I didn’t admit to him that they already had, at least a little bit.

Although I couldn’t see Olivia, I heard her breathy moan. Her other men didn’t stop their attentions because of my interruption.

“Hear that? We aren’t hurting her, but pleasing her. She likes it, likes what we do with her, even though it may have sounded otherwise.”

“Yes, all right.” I just wanted to say whatever it took to make a hasty retreat.

“I assume, since you’re here, that you’ve agreed to marry?”

I nodded, looking at the floor.

“Where are your men?” he asked.

Olivia groaned. “It’s so big.”

I flushed again, guessing of what she spoke. “They are to bring back the sheriff. I will… um… wait at their house, I mean, at Ian and Kane’s house for them. I’ll let you… um… get back to Olivia.”

I didn’t wait for him to say anything more, but dashed out the open doorway and down the steps.

“Yes! More, Rhys. Please, more!” Olivia’s very satisfied voice drifted to me, even as I ran away.

CHAPTER FIVE

TYLER

“Simon said we should ask you after an encounter you witnessed while we were in town,” I said, closing the door to Ian and Kane’s house behind us. It was the door that we’d pressed Emily against only hours ago, all of us discovering just what it would be like between us. She was our bride now, the sheriff happily coming to Bridgewater to perform the quick service.

“What did you see, sweetheart?” Xander asked, hanging up his hat on the peg.

She wouldn’t meet either of our eyes and her hands fidgeted with her dress. I had a good idea what she’d come upon, but I wanted to hear it from her. I was enjoying how flustered she was. It was a clear sign that while she’d been married, her dead husband hadn’t stolen all of her innocence.

“Oh, um… well, I interrupted them.”

Bridgewater men didn’t just copulate with their wives under the cover of darkness, pushing up their bride’s nightgown to rut. They possessed her body and soul. Nothing was considered inappropriate. Ass training and fucking. Cock sucking. Two men at once, filling both holes. Nipple play. If a Bridgewater woman was needy, their men took care of her, whenever. Wherever.

“Were they fucking?” Xander asked, trying to coax the words from her.

Her head whipped up and her mouth fell open. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “Well, no. Not exactly.”

“Were they licking her pussy?” I asked. Her dark eyes met mine and I watched as her pupils dilated. Ah, she liked dirty talk, but was unused to it.

She shook her head and bit her lower lip.

I reached into the small cloth bag Rhys had given me. A wedding present, he’d said, then slapped me resoundingly on the shoulder. It was full of the handmade dildos and plugs he’d lathed. It was a hobby of his and came in quite useful for everyone at Bridgewater. Bridgewater men liked to train their women for ass play and ass fucking and so would Xander and I.

“Were they using something like this?” I held up a plug that would soon fill Emily’s virgin ass. We’d take her there, fuck her together eventually, Xander filling that untried hole while I took her tight pussy.

Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It wasn’t the smallest plug, for it wasn’t slim or short. In fact, when we worked this inside of Emily she’d have a very good idea of what a cock there would feel like.

“They weren’t… not yet.”

Xander walked off into the parlor and I held out my arm to direct her to follow. There, Xander sat down in one of the comfortable chairs situated around the cold fireplace.

“So they weren’t fucking her and she didn’t have a plug in her ass,” Xander commented. “That means they were preparing her for the plug, for fucking her there. Who had his fingers in your friend’s ass?”

Xander was much more blunt than me.

“Cross,” Emily admitted.

His directness worked with our new bride, for I was surprised she’d actually respond. But she had. That meant she’d respond to other things Xander said. I arched a brow and eyed Xander as I offered a slight nod. I wanted him to continue.

“Take off your dress, sweetheart.” Xander placed his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers together, intent on watching.

Her pink lips fell open and I heard a little gasp escape. The sound went right to my cock. I wanted to see those lips parted and stretching around the blunt head.

“Do you need my help?” I came up behind her and kissed her nape. She startled. “Shh,” I crooned against her sweet-smelling skin. It was soft as silk and warm beneath my lips.

“Xander’s the bossy one. Let’s show him what he wants.” I tossed him the plug so I could have both hands free. Reaching around, I slowly undid the button at the top of her modest dress. I knew she had no drawers beneath, for we hadn’t given them back earlier.

I watched as her breathing changed, how her breasts rose and fell against my hands as I worked my way down the front. As I looked over her shoulder, I could see the creamy expanse of her breasts thrust up above her snug corset. Her shift did nothing to hide how enticing they were.

Once the buttons were complete, I placed my hands on her slim shoulders, gently and carefully as not to scare her. I didn’t think she would bolt like a skittish horse, but if I were to have my cock inside of her anytime soon, I wanted her amenable. Slowly, I slid the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, lower and lower it went until it was caught about her waist. With one last push and a slide of my hands around her lush curves, it fell silently to the floor.

A muscle in Xander’s neck pulsed at the sight of her.

Working my hands back up her hips, I lifted the delicate material of her shift as they went. Little by little, her pussy became exposed to Xander’s gaze. He leaned forward, placing his forearms on his thighs and sucking in a breath.

I didn’t stop my upward motion until the shift was free of her hair and I dropped it to the floor. Wanting to see her, I came around from behind her and looked my fill.

Emily stood before us, nervous as hell, yet remaining still. Her corset squeezed her waist tightly, which only lifted and plumped up her full breasts. If the top didn’t have lace edging then her nipples would surely be visible.

Her pussy, hell, her pussy was stunning. Pink lips couldn’t be hidden by dark curls. Her clit poked out, as if eager for our mouths again. Once we shaved her bare, nothing would hide her beauty. My cock pressed painfully against my pants, eager to feel her slick heat.

“You’re stunning, sweetheart.” Xander’s voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. He crooked a finger and she took a tentative step closer, then another until she stood between his spread knees. He cupped her ass and stroked that supple skin before reaching up and unhooking the stays of her corset. When he let the stiff garment fall to the floor, her breasts spilled free.

Xander swore beneath his breath as he cupped them in his palms. They were full to overflowing and the nipples, a lovely blush color, tightened.

I itched to touch her. She was ours now. Nothing prevented me from doing so, so I came up behind her, pressed the length of my body against her back. I knew when she cried out that she’d felt my cock at her lower back. When Xander slid his hands down her belly and between her legs, widening her stance so he could stroke over her sensitive flesh, I took my turn to cup her breasts.

They were more than a handful, teardrop-shaped and heavy in my palms. With a flick of my thumbs, her nipples tightened even further. When I tugged at the tips, she arched her back and cried out.

“It’s different with two men, isn’t it?” I murmured, enjoying myself. I could play with her breasts all day as Xander did other things to her. I wasn’t alone in seeing to her pleasure.

She nodded against my shoulder. “Frank, he never… it was never like this.” Her voice was breathy, stunned.