Their Wayward Bride (12 page)

"You're right, Brody. She's so tight. Do you like it this way,
sweetheart?"

He pulled back, the slid in again, the wet sound so loud. I felt
Brody's seed drip down my thighs. The feeling of Mason's cock was so
different, the angle of his fucking completely different than when
Brody took me. "You're...you're so deep."

"I know. Every inch of my cock is surrounded by hot, tight
pussy."

His hands stroked over my bottom before he brushed a thumb over my
back entrance.

"Mason!" I tried to shift away, but his cock was embedded
deep within me and he held me securely in his tight grip.

"We're going to take you here too, sweetheart. Not today, but
soon. We'll get you ready for us, but for now, I've got to fuck you.
I'm going to move now and you're going to come."

He was so demanding, so confident he could make me come again. The
feel of the pad of his thumb brushing over my back entrance was
surprising, yet the sensation of it had me clenching down on his
cock. It was intense and hot and I couldn't stand it any longer. I
ached for him to do...something. When he began to move, I groaned,
relieved. His hips began to thrust and he used his cock as a weapon
against any type of resistance. I knew his words to be true; I was
going to come and I couldn't stop it.

Hands cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. Brody. When his
fingers pinched the tips, I tossed my head back and came, sublime
heat washing over me. My scream was caught in my throat, my body
tightening and I knew I cinched down on his cock. He didn't stop
moving, only rammed into me harder than before. His thumb moved from
my ass and his hands gripped my hips tightly.

It was as if the pleasure couldn't stop, for his cock continued to
rub over spots inside me that felt so good. Perspiration coated my
skin as my hands clenched in the quilt. I felt Mason's cock thicken
and swell within me as he bit down on my shoulder, his cock bottoming
out in me. He groaned as I felt a gush of hot seed fill me and seep
out around his cock and down my legs.

Brody turned my face to kiss me. I looked into his eyes. "You're
ours, sweetheart."

Ours.
I liked the sound of that.

CHAPTER NINE

BRODY

"Where is Mason?" Laurel asked. She was bent over the side
of my bed, her feet planted on the floor but spread wide.

"Sweetheart, I have my thumb in your arse and you're asking
after Mason?" The slick ointment I was working into her made my
thumb's entry easy. It had been three days since we first fucked her
and since then we'd taken her together and on our own, like now.

Her hips shifted back onto my hand and she groaned. "It's just
that...you always take me together in the morning."

Three days did not a routine make, but she was quickly adjusting to
having two husbands. We'd been training her arse these past few days,
preparing her for taking both of us together. While we'd fucked her
in turn, it wasn't the same. Having me fill her pussy while Mason
took her arse would be the ultimate claiming. She would have no doubt
that she belonged to both of us, although she didn't seem to question
it even now.

"You may be married to both of us, but we will not always take
you together. I may want to play with you as I am now. Does Mason do
work your arse like this?"

She shook her head against the bed. "He...he has me on my back."

"Oh?" My cock was already hard enough to break ice on a
frozen pond, but listening to her tell me about how Mason worked her
body had my balls drawing up, ready to spend my seed.

"Tell me, sweetheart, what he does to you." I continued to
collect more ointment and work it into her, slowly moving my thumb in
deeper and deeper.

"I hold my knees up and back. He...says he likes to see my
shaved pussy."

I did, too. We'd kept a little red patch of hair on her mons, which
was hot as hell, but the rest of her was shaved. When we ate her
sweet pussy now she was slick and smooth and nothing hid those pretty
pink lips. Just like now, they were always slick and coated in her
cream.

"Does he play with your nipples when his finger is in your
arse?"

She sighed and I was able to
slide in past my knuckle. She was so hot, so tight that when I got my
cock in her I wouldn't last.

"Yes, and it hurts."

"Hurts bad or hurts good?"

I couldn't hold off any longer.
Stepping close, I aligned my cock with the entrance to her pussy and
pushed in, holding my thumb still and deep within her arse. It was a
tight fit and I hissed out my breath.

Laurel groaned. "Hurts so
good."

I grinned and let go. She might
be small and dainty compared to either Mason or myself, but she could
handle us. In fact, we'd discovered she liked it a little rough,
which was good because I couldn't hold back any longer. I rocked my
hips into her, over and over, my balls slapping against her pussy.
Since I'd been playing with her for some time, she was close and I
could feel her inner walls clenching down as if trying to pull me
even deeper. She came on a scream and I followed directly after.

"So good," I
repeated, pulling from her body and tugging her into my arms so we
lay front to back.

This was where Mason found us
an hour later.

"It's after nine," he
grumbled. "Some of us had work to do this morning."

Laurel stirred in my arms. She
was no longer modest about being unclothed in front of us. No doubt
Mason could see every delectable inch of her. I kissed her shoulder,
and then stood to put on my clothes.

"I went to Ian and Kane's house to collect the clothes Emma
picked for you at the mercantile."

Her eyes lit up.

"You don't like being naked, sweetheart?"

"I just don't want to wear the ripped dress again."

"Here." He tossed a
new cream-colored corset onto the bed. "You may wear this
today."

She came up on her elbow and
fingered the lace edging, but frowned. She had no idea how decadent
she looked sprawled across my bed as she was. "And a dress?"

Mason slowly shook his head.
"No dress today. Tomorrow I will give you another article of
clothing to add."

"Her stockings," I
told him.

He nodded. "Good thinking.
Stockings it is tomorrow."

"I want at least some
drawers!"

Both of us shook our heads and replied at the same time. "No
drawers."

"But—"

"No drawers," Mason repeated. "Eventually you will
wear clothes, sweetheart, but for the time being, we are enjoying our
bride being scantily clad. See what you do to me?"

He pointed to the thick line of his cock pressing against the placket
of his pants.

She grinned then, recognizing her power over us.

"Did Brody play with your arse this morning?"

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. She might no longer be a virgin,
but she was still innocent. "Yes," she whispered.

Mason directed with his chin. "Show me."

Slowly, she turned onto her stomach.

"Not like that. You know how I like to look at you."

She rolled over, placed her
feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, knees bent. If her
nipples hadn't tightened into tight little peaks at his command, I'd
think she was apprehensive, when in fact she most likely was afraid
of how much she actually liked it.

"Knees back, please."

Mason stood, legs shoulder width apart, arms across his chest. He
didn't look forbidding, but formidable.

Hooking her hands beneath her knees, she pulled them back and wide so
they were up at the sides of her breasts.

"Good girl." He knelt down on the floor directly in front
of her pussy. "You're still slick with ointment and I can see
that Brody fucked you well."

"Mason!" Laurel cried out.

"Here." Mason held out the larger sized plug we'd used on
her before. "Let go of one knee and play with your arse,
sweetheart. I want to see you work the plug inside."

She lifted her head from the bed and looked at him, mouth open.
"What?"

"You heard me. Do it, please."

She took the plug from me, the broad head of it slick with additional
ointment, reached around behind her leg to press it against her
little rosebud. My cock rose to attention once again.

"Now work it in. Fuck your arse with the plug."

"But—"

"If you please me, Laurel, then I will please you. Brody will as
well. I'm going to rub your little clit the way you like it and
Brody's going to play with your nipples, but only once the plug is
filling you up."

"Oh yes," she sighed.

I moved into position on the bed and watched. Laurel bit her lip as
she slowly began to work the plug into her arse. It stretched open
around the broad head and she cried out when it breached the tight
entrance. It closed around the tapered wood and it was lodged in
place between the wider section and a small handle that protruded
from her. When she took a deep breath, settling into the feeling of
having her arse nice and crammed full, I began tugging and playing
with the already hard tips.

Mason's finger slipped into her pussy to collect some of her juices
and coated her pink pearl, then began to give it the attention she
wanted.

"Such a good girl. Now work the plug in and out. That wide
section is going to stretch you open in preparation for our cocks.
It's going to make you come right away."

Mason was right. It didn't take long for her to climax; she'd pulled
the flared section back to stretch open, then pushed it back in deep.
That was all it took. She came, her eyes falling closed, her mouth
open and her skin flushing a bright pink. It was an amazing sight,
seeing all of our hands on her, working her, pleasing her. The
knowledge that she enjoyed arse play made me want to claim her there
now, but it was too soon. She wasn't
quite
ready. Soon. Very
soon.

Once her pleasure ebbed, Mason worked the plug from her. She lay
sated and open, completely uninhibited.

"Who gives you your pleasure, sweetheart?" Mason asked.

She licked her lips. "You do."

"Yes, that's right. Brody and I. Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes open and she looks at both of us. "The two of you."

"Such a good girl."

LAUREL

In the morning Mason finally gave me one of the pretty dresses Emma
had picked out for me at the mercantile. It was a dark green that he
said matched my eyes perfectly. My men—I enjoyed calling them
mine—had continued to lavish attention on me, either by themselves
or together. When Ann had said her men cherished her, she hadn't been
boasting. Mason and Brody were attentive, not only as lovers, but as
husbands. It had been a game to them, watching me spend a day in
solely my corset, then my corset and stockings before today allowing
me to cover my body modestly. It did feel nice to be completely
covered once again, but when Brody's hand had dipped beneath the
fabric of my long skirt to cup my bare bottom, I'd seen the heat in
his eyes. It thrilled me to know that what they were thinking; my
pussy was bare and wet for them to take whenever they desired.

It had been a week since we'd married and I had yet to leave the
house, but I'd most certainly been kept occupied. Today, however, had
both men going to the stable, for a new colt was born overnight and
they needed to take over the chores of Ian and Simon who had stayed
up all night for the birth.

I didn't mind the quiet of the house, but it seemed strange. One perk
of being married to two men meant I was never lonely. Even when I was
alone and reading a book in a comfortable chair by the fire, they
were with me, for I could not forget either man or what they did to
me only an hour before because of their seed continuing to drip from
me.

When I heard the front door open and close, I smiled, thinking one of
them had returned to make good on their promise to bend me over the
sofa. When I stood and walked across the room to meet them, it was
not Brody or Mason, but Mr. Palmer.

I froze in my tracks and my hand came up to my chest. My heart
pounded in my chest at the sight of the man. "What are you doing
here?" I questioned.

"Claiming my bride," he said. His voice was nasally and
weak.

"Your bride?" When he continued to stare at me, I added,
"I'm already married. You'll have to find yourself another
woman."

"I heard about your wedding. It's the talk of the town. Turner
and I looked mighty embarrassed after coming out here looking for you
and all. You were hiding somewhere all along." He shook his head
slowly, his jowls shifting as he did so. "It doesn't matter if
you've given yourself to another man or not. I don't want a different
woman. I want you."

I pointed at myself. "Me? Why are you so keen on me? As you
said, I've already given myself to another." He didn't allude to
the fact that I was married to both Mason and Brody. Clearly that
knowledge did not reach town.

He pursed his lips. "I don't want
you.
I want your land."

What? I frowned and shook my head. "My land? I don't have any
land."

"You own the entire Turner parcel and it was to be mine."

His eyes narrowed and he moved a step closer. I retreated keeping the
distance between us as great as possible.

"That land is not mine. It belongs to my father."

He closed his eyes briefly and clenched his hands into fists. "Your
father had a gambling problem and I won the property in exchange for
monetary debts."

"What?" My father was a rich man, wealthy enough to keep me
at a fine boarding school for thirteen years. His house was immense
and surrounded by Turner land as far as the eye could see.