Their Wayward Bride (6 page)

"Thank you. Mason and Brody ripped the bodice of my dress when
they rescued me last night." Lord, that sounded wicked, so I
added, "The dress was covered in snow. I fear it is
irreparable." I held up the dress to my front and looked at Ann.
"You're much smaller than I. I don't think alterations are going
to help."

"No. I suppose not. You're so tall, curvy too, although now that
Christopher is born I've yet to regain my shape."

I didn't know what shape she had before but she was beautiful now.
Her features were fine, almost dainty, her skin so creamy pale. She
was so calm, so mild, so comfortable in her life.

She went to a dresser and opened the top drawer, then a lower one.
"Here are a blouse and skirt. They may work better being
separate pieces."

I heard doubt in her voice, the same doubt I felt about her clothes
fitting. I folded them over my arm as she spoke.

"Brody and Mason are fine men. You will be happy with them."

My mouth fell open in shock. "I'm not married to them, nor
marrying them. They rescued me from the blizzard."

Ann frowned. "Yes, Andrew told me of your predicament. You were
most fortunate. The men, though, they are honorable."

"I...I can't be as confident as you in that, for I hardly know
them," I answered. We'd done things in bed together that created
a deeper level of intimacy than should be expected considering.

"You can trust me on this. Brody and Mason are quite honorable
and they will take good care of you." She beamed at me. "Then
that's settled. I mean you were with them overnight and—oh!"
She lowered her gaze to the front of her dress. There were two wet
spots.

"Is something the matter?" I asked, unsure of the extent of
the problem.

"My milk has come in. It is so plentiful that I have more than
little Christopher can eat. Bring the clothes and we'll go back
downstairs."

I followed Ann and when we returned to the main living room, the men
stood at our arrival. There were two new faces in the group.

"My milk," Ann said breathlessly.

Andrew and Robert encircled Ann. "Let's go in the other room."
Even though they'd moved into the nearby office and we couldn't see
them, Andrew's voice carried. "Sit on Robert's lap and he'll
take care of you."

Mason and Brody approached me, Mason taking the items of clothing
from me and placing them across the back of a chair. "Laurel,
this is MacDonald and McPherson, two other men from our regiment."

Both stood tall and broad, as if they could block out the sun with
their bodies. Their hair was unruly and long, with hard features yet
kind eyes. They each gave me a simple nod in greeting before sitting.

I felt a little silly standing in the middle of the room in just a
Mason's shirt surrounded by a group of men. Glancing left and right,
I looked for a place to sit. Before I could move, a hand came out,
took my hand and pulled me down onto hard thighs. "On my lap,"
Mason whispered in my ear, the soft hairs of his ears tickling my
jaw. His arms came around me and held me in place.

"Do they hurt, baby?" Robert said from the other room.

"Yes, they are so full they ache and the milk won't stop."

"Then
I'll take care of that."

Ann groaned and I looked to Mason.

"She has too much milk and it must be worked from her. With
Christopher sleeping and his belly full, it is Andrew and Robert's
job to relieve her."

I frowned in confusion.

"Robert is drinking the milk from her breasts."

The idea should have been uncomfortable, but instead it was quite
erotic. That Ann had a need that only her husbands' could help with
formed a bond between them that was quite appealing. Brody had played
with my breasts earlier and the idea of his mouth there instead of
his fingers made my nipples tighten beneath the soft fabric of
Mason's shirt.

"We shouldn't be listening to this," I whispered to Mason.
"This is private."

He shook his head. "They took her to the other room for privacy.
Remember, the woman's needs come first."

I wasn't sure how having us listen put her needs first, but Ann
didn't seem to mind we were nearby, nor the other men. In fact, based
on the sounds drifting from the other room she seemed to like it very
much.

"Her pussy's dripping, Andrew," Robert said about Ann.

This time I did squirm, for Mason had told Brody the exact same words
about me and I remembered where his hand had been, how it had felt.

"We haven't fucked her since the baby was born. Her pussy needs
time to heal before we take her again."

"Please, Robert. Having your mouth on my breasts always has me
so needy. I
need
you to fuck me," Ann moaned, her
desperation evident.

I felt uncomfortable listening. Actually, it wasn't just discomfort I
felt. I also felt...aroused. Listening to Ann find her pleasure in
Robert's touch reminded me of how Mason and Brody tended to me
earlier. They'd been gentle, yet very persuasive, my...pussy tingling
now at the memory of what Mason's fingers had done. They'd said
nothing would go in my pussy until I was married, but the way Ann
begged to be filled had my inner muscles clenching down, my core
aching for something. As a married woman, Ann knew what she wanted.
What she longed for. She'd experienced a cock, no, two.

I hadn't. I felt a keen longing that I'd never known before. Brody
and Mason had awoken something within me. They'd made me crave their
touch, crave what I didn't know. I wanted what Ann had, although
their connection, their bond was greater than I could imagine having
with Brody or Mason.

"No, baby. You don't decide," Andrew told her. "Your
men decide when you will be fucked again. We are being careful, as we
don't want to hurt your pussy. You gave us the best gift in the whole
world and we will take care of you. Haven't we pleasured you other
ways?"

"Yes," she replied, her voice forlorn.

"You are so beautiful like this with your milk dripping, your
men taking care of you. I'm going to drink the milk from your other
breast while Robert makes you come."

It didn't take long for her to cry out her pleasure. Had I sounded
like that?

"Isn't that a beautiful sound?" Mason whispered in my ear.
"A woman's needs being met by her husbands? She was
uncomfortable and they soothed her. Her happiness and her pleasure
are their only desires." His breath was warm, his lips running
over the upper curve of my ear. He kissed me there, then to my jaw,
then lower to the curve of my neck. My eyes slipped closed and I
reveled in the gentle feel of him.

Ann's throaty cries of pleasure broke through the haze of my own
need. I blushed realizing how I'd settled in to the unusual openness
found at Bridgewater. I knew this wasn't the way of the rest of the
world; Denver was a big city and I knew nothing about having more
than one husband or any of the more delicate tasks within a marriage.

A minute later, Andrew came into the room wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand. "Dinner's warm on the stove." He spoke as
if he hadn't just suckled at his wife's breasts. I was taken aback,
but it seemed a common occurrence for me.

"I'll help," Brody offered, following the man out of the
room. The other men followed him, leaving Mason and me alone.

Mason shifted me in his lap so I looked at him. His hands cupped my
breasts and I gasped, knowing he could feel how hard my nipples were.
"What Ann's men do for her, it arouses you."

He stated it as fact, not a question. I felt my cheeks burn and I
glanced away from his piercing dark gaze. I gave a little shake of my
head.

"Laurel, your head might be denying it, but your body doesn't
lie."

How could he know my body's desires? I was just discovering them.

"Look," he said, glancing down at his lap. There, where I'd
been sitting just a moment ago was darkened and wet. "Your pussy
is dripping onto my pants."

I gasped and stood, trying to get away, to hide somewhere in shame,
but he hooked an arm about my waist and held me in front of him so I
stood between his knees. His hands lowered to the backs of my thighs
and slipped upward to cup my bottom. From this position, I couldn't
miss seeing the spot on his pants, felt the air cooling the wetness
on my pussy and thighs. I
was
wet. The proof couldn't be
denied. I didn't
want
to be aroused. This meant I liked
listening to others doing carnal things. This meant I wanted those
same things done to me. That meant I liked having Mason touch me
intimately. It shouldn't be so!

I was holding on to a terrible lie. If they knew who I really was,
they'd send me back to Father. Surely no one would want me after
Mason and Brody told them what kind of woman I was. I'd be an
outcast. It was better to deny the feelings, to show that I didn't
like it, that I was unaffected, so when the time came they could only
state that I'd been under duress. Perhaps then I'd be able to find a
husband that would still be interested in me. I was being delusional.
No one
was interested in me. Everyone had their own needs at
heart, their own gain. My father. Mr. Palmer. I was a mere pawn.

Perhaps the reason I reveled in the sound of Andrew and Robert
pleasing Ann was because they put their needs second. For the first
time, I witnessed selflessness instead of selfishness.

MASON

"Don't be ashamed, sweetheart. I love knowing having two men
appeals to you." I gave her waist a gentle squeeze. "Do you
know how hard my cock is?"

Her eyes widened, clearly surprised to find I was aroused as well. I
adjusted myself, my pants a strict confinement for my swollen cock.
When she saw the size of me through my pants, she licked her lips. I
would come in my pants if I didn't redirect my thoughts. Feeling her
hot pussy against my thigh had been torture, feeling her nipples
tighten beneath my palms had been delightful, but seeing her juices
staining my pants was so damn hot. I couldn't resist looking at her.

Catching my long shirt she wore on my thumbs, I worked the material
upward so it slowly revealed her gorgeous pussy. Once my hands rested
above her hips, she was exposed from the waist down.

"Mason," she hissed, looking left and right.

"You are so beautiful, all aroused like you are. Your thighs are
coated with your juices. Do you know what I want to do?" Her
eyes met mine. "I want to taste you there."

"Hello!" Simon called out. I heard the front door close
behind them, boots stomping off snow.

"In here," I called. Laurel's body stiffened within my hold
and her eyes widened in panic. I let my hands drop, the shirt
lowering with it to cover all of her secrets. Her shoulders slumped
in relief and her hands smoothed the soft fabric down over thighs, as
if assuring herself she was modest.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the men enter. "Simon, Rhys
and Cross, this is Laurel."

"We heard about your brush with death," Rhys said to
Laurel. "We are glad to find you well."

Laurel nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I saw Kane. They'll stay at home for dinner tonight."

I heard Simon's words, but I was focused on Laurel. The look on her
face reminded me of a child who was caught with her hand in the
cookie jar, for the men just missed seeing her body. The men were
seeing her in my shirt alone; I wasn't about to share any more of
her.

Andrew stuck his head into the room long enough to speak. "I've
ladled out the stew into bowls, so come to the table while it's hot."

"I might just stay here and make a meal of Laurel's pussy."
Laurel pulled against Brody's hold, but he wouldn't relent.

"Come, sweetheart, you can sit beside me." Brody stood and
smiled at her, relaxed, calm, almost soothing in his voice. She gave
a simple nod and he led her from the room, her hips swaying as she
went.

Ann and Robert came in from the other room. Ann's appearance was
slightly disheveled and she had a pink glow to her cheeks. They both
peeked at the baby in the cradle, assuring themselves he was settled
before leaving the room.

Simon, Rhys, and Cross remained behind with me.

"You're claiming her then?" Simon asked, referring to
Laurel.

I nodded. "Wouldn't you?"

"Hell, yes."

"Andrew told you the details?"

All three men nodded. "A woman doesn't run off like that unless
she's flighty or fearing for her life," Cross commented.

"She's not flighty," I answered.

"Then someone wants her, besides you," Simon finished.

"They can try." I patted Simon on the shoulder as I walked
toward the dining room. "They can try."

CHAPTER SIX

LAUREL

I spent an uncomfortable dinner with a room full of men wearing just
a shirt. It had been silly to think Ann's clothes would fit. I'd
certainly try to alter them, but it was of no help at the moment.
Somewhere along this journey I'd lost all control of my body. My body
was literally dripping wetness! This had never happened before I met
Mason and Brody. Surely this wasn't normal.

Conversation weaved around me as I had nothing to add, nor did I wish
to focus any kind of attention on myself. I felt exposed enough with
my legs bare. The group was congenial and seemed to be a family in
their own right. Lighthearted humor and jovial stories went around as
fast as the basket of bread or the pitcher of water. Only Andrew and
Robert spoke like Americans, the rest with accents. McPherson and
MacDonald had much stronger burrs. When Brody leaned in and told me
that McPherson and Simon were brothers, the resemblance was obvious.
I wasn't sure why one went by their family name and the other the
surname, but I wasn't going to ask.

The stew was delicious, but I did not have much of an appetite. I'd
saved myself from Mr. Palmer and my father's plans, but I'd fallen
into an environment where it wasn't just one man, or even two, that I
had to extricate myself from now. These men had a bond that, from
what Mason told me, was forged in the military. I couldn't stay here
on Bridgewater and lie to all of them. Mason and Brody seemed to find
enjoyment in my body, but it could not be long term. I was just a
loose woman, complying readily with their wishes. I'd been in bed
with them naked! Even worse perhaps, I sat in just a men's shirt at a
dinner table full of men. Strangers!