by Vanessa Vale
Now, I understood. If Tennessee needed to come, I wouldn’t hesitate to take care of her. Whenever. Wherever.
“You never explained how you know each other,” she said, blatantly changing the topic.
I looked to Tennessee, relaxed upon James’ lap, her head tucked in beneath his chin. We’d left Butte in such haste that she had no other clothing, only the one dress she’d worn the day before. James had sent one of his ranch hands to her school to collect her things, I assumed all loaded into a trunk. He’d return soon enough and she’d have her belongings. Whatever was lacking, we’d ensure she had it.
She was right. She knew little about us, although since she was friends with James’ sister, she knew some about him. Me, though, she knew next to nothing, and I was her husband.
“I own the ranch that abuts the Carr property to the east. We both raise cattle. While James is from Omaha, which I’m sure you learned from Abigail, I am from New York. Albany, specifically. I spent my youth there, then came the war.” I wasn’t going to go into details of that horrible time, nor my short marriage, so I said, “After, I wed and had a child, but his mother died in childbirth. His name is Abel. He is… well, I believe he is about your age.”
“Nineteen,” she said.
“Twenty,” I clarified. I was old enough to be her father, and yet I was her husband, my cock hard again for her. How had this happened? I’d rushed to Butte at James’ request to help find his sister, and I returned with a bride twenty years my junior. It felt odd to be responsible for someone, but not… bad. In fact, I felt good. As if this were right. A complete surprise, but so very right.
“Where does he live?” she asked.
“On the ranch. Our ranch.”
“We will live there then?” She looked from me to James.
There had been no discussion of this. Hell, there’d been hardly any discussion about us marrying. But I flicked my gaze at James.
I shook my head. “No, we will live on the Carr ranch. The house is larger.” For children, a family. We’d both taken her and there was no doubt we’d filled her womb with enough of our seed to make a baby. The way my cock wanted back inside her again, we’d keep her well-filled. I knew James longed for a child and surely Tennessee, too. “Abel can handle running the Wells property. It is time for him to do it on his own.” He’d had no inclination to find a bride, but having a home without his father about was a start.
“I thought… I—”
“What, Kitten?” James prodded.
“I thought you would each live in your own place.”
“And you’d ride from property to property each night?” I asked. “We were in different bedrooms last night and that was too far from you. We shall need to make a larger bed to accommodate all three of us. Your father may have wanted a match for you without any affection, without any… passion, but that is not what you have.”
Her eyes widened and I smiled as she blushed. She couldn’t deny the accuracy of my words. She’d jumped into James’ arms and kissed him, then she’d all but begged me to fuck her.
I leaned toward them in the saddle, although we were very much alone and there was no one to overhear. “Kitten, I wish to be able to roll over and take you anytime I wish. Don’t look at me like that or I’ll pull you to the ground and fuck you right here and now.”
Her mouth fell open and she squirmed on James’ lap. He groaned. The corner of her mouth tipped up. Before my eyes, I saw her newfound awareness. She had quite a bit of power over us.
“Kitten,” I warned, but it did no good.
“Maybe… maybe I want to be fucked,” she whispered.
That did it. I tugged on the reins, stopping my horse. I hopped down, pulled her off of James’ lap and over my shoulder. I found a soft patch of grass and lowered her to it. I didn’t delay and worked her dress up her legs to find her bare. I had no idea where James had put her drawers when we’d spanked her the day before, but I didn’t care. I liked her like this. Pale, lush thighs that parted to show off her pussy. Her pink lips were swollen and slick, and as I’d thought, our cum slipped from her, making even her thighs glisten.
She propped herself up on her elbows as she looked at me, her legs parted, knees slightly bent. “Aren’t you going to spank me first? I’ve been… bad.”
Seed spurted from my cock at her wanton display. I’d married a vixen. James came up behind me, blocked the sun, then dropped to his knees beside me. It seemed Tennessee liked being claimed out in the open as much as in a bed. We would not deny her.
Reaching out, he flipped her onto her belly, then pulled her back so she was up on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass at us, all but begging to be spanked.
James swore under his breath at the sweet sight. “Bad? Doubtful. Naughty? Definitely,” he said.
She looked over her shoulder at us, her blue eyes blazing with a mixture of sass and arousal. Nodded.
“Spanking isn’t the only thing we do to a naughty girl, is it, Jonah?” He slid his thumb over her slit, coating it in her cream, then placed it on her crinkled back hole.
She gasped and arched her back.
“A naughty girl sometimes get her ass fucked,” I added. “Having her men’s cum drip from that tight hole is a reminder to be a good girl.”
“Jonah!” she cried, although it was James’ thumb that carefully breached her. The ring of muscle was stretched taut, but it was just a start. James was bigger and he’d go as deep as he could. She might have gotten us off our horses so we’d pay attention to her—not that we had our sights anywhere else—but we’d be the ones in charge.
We watched her carefully, ensuring she liked ass play as much as she had the night before, that it was making her aroused and wet.
“You have no ointment to ease the way,” I reminded James.
He stilled, then pulled his thumb from her. We would wait. Her head whipped about to look at us.
“Sir?”
Shit, I was going to come just from her saying that. It made me hot, every time.
“Your ass will remain virgin for a little bit longer. It will be a spanking then.”
James brought his hand down, the crack loud. She gasped, then wiggled her hips.
I wasn’t to be left out and spanked her myself. We alternated, heating up her skin, turning it a bright shade of pink, close to the colors of her slick folds.
“Your ass isn’t the only place we’ll spank, Kitten.”
With a lighter swat, I brought my palm down on her pussy, ensuring my fingertips struck her clit.
“Jonah!” she cried, her head tossed back.
She was aroused by a spanking, the hot sting of it. Her body went pliant, her skin flushed, her breathing ragged. I expected she’d like a pussy spank, but wanted to find out. It was a light swat, but certainly startling. If she liked it, it would make her come.
We watched as she writhed on her hands and knees, clenched her pussy and the tight muscle of her back entrance.
My fingers were coated in her arousal and I licked them. Oh, I wanted to fuck her.
“Are you still bad, Kitten?” James asked, for if she truly disliked it, we would stop.
“Will you spank my pussy again?” she asked.
“Yes.”
We waited, the wind whipping off the tall grass. She was so beautiful, her hair catching the light of the sun. Her dress, all prim and proper, still buttoned all the way to her throat, but tossed up, and she was bare for us from the waist down.
Innocent and beneath, for only James and I to see, a vixen.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’m… I’m still bad.”
I spanked her pussy again, a little harder, then cupped her.
“I’m going to…” She writhed, panted. Arched. “I’m so close.”
One touch to her clit, one more spank and she’d climax.
James nodded and I spanked her once more.
She came on a scream, her body going tense, her eyes wide as if she couldn’t imagine what we were
doing would make her feel so good.
James cupped her, petted her pussy, slipped a finger inside and made her come again.
8
TENNESSEE
“Kane and Ian won me in an auction at a brothel. I was married ten minutes later. To both of them,” Emma said.
“I accidentally entered Robert’s stateroom on the ship from England. We were wed the same day,” Ann added, coming to sit at the large kitchen table with us. She brought a tea pot, and I watched the steam curl from it as we waited for it to steep.
Laurel nodded, patting the tiny back of a baby girl who rested on her shoulder. The four-month-old had been asleep ever since our arrival. “I had a slow courtship. I made it two days in Mason and Brody’s company before we were wed. They didn’t even know my name until just prior to when the vows were said.”
We were seated around Emma’s large kitchen table. When we arrived, the noon meal had ended as well as the cleanup, but the scent of roasting meat lingered. Laurel and Ann remained behind to visit while their husbands went off somewhere with James and Jonah. Between them, they had several children. Christopher was Ann’s little boy, the oldest of the Bridgewater children and had gone off with the men. Laurel had another little girl, a toddler, who I’d been told was upstairs taking a nap. Emma’s daughter, Ellie, was also asleep.
Ann had been in a Bridgewater marriage the longest, having wed Andrew and Robert before anybody had settled in the Montana Territory. But Emma was wed to Kane and Ian soon after their arrival. Laurel followed the following winter. Now, there were a number of Bridgewater brides. I, the latest.
Emma was lovely with her black hair and striking blue eyes. Ann was blonde, fair and petite. Laurel’s hair was a striking shade of red, her daughter’s few curls the same bright color. Each of them looked so different, and yet there was an air about them. A… happiness and confidence I envied. I felt like I was a clumsy, awkward mess in comparison, and I told them so.
Laurel patted my hand. “Mason found me, almost dead in a blizzard. I’d ridden out to escape my father’s plan to marry me as part of a business arrangement.”
“My father tried to marry me to a wealthy mine owner, and I was held prisoner for six days.”
Emma’s eyes widened at my admission.
“Oh, um… that’s scary. I’m so glad you came out unscathed. Did James and Jonah rescue you?”
I shook my head as I squirmed on the hard seat. My bottom was a little sore from what we’d done. From what I’d instigated. And loved. So had the men. They’d seen it quickly as play and… why had that been so arousing? Why had I even done something like that? They stared at me, waiting patiently for me to answer Emma’s question.
“No. Abigail Carr did. James’ sister.” I briefly described how she’d come to my rescue. “We went to school together in Butte. She’s married to Gabe and Tucker Landry.”
Laurel grinned. “Isn’t it wonderful?” she asked, then softened her voice when the baby stirred. “I have always wanted a happy match for her. The Landrys are so handsome and at the picnic last week, they only had eyes for her. Although she did mention a beau from Butte.”
“You think you’re not deserving,” Ann said, returning the conversation back to me.
They looked to me, waited. They were all so nice. So open. While I wasn’t going to broach the subject of having James and Jonah put their cocks in my ass, I was susceptible to sharing my feelings on less… intimate topics.
“You saw James’ face. That black eye is my fault.”
“You punched him?” Ann asked, then laughed.
Emma reached for the teapot and poured the dark brew into four cups. Ann passed a cup and saucer to me.
“No.” I explained about the barrel roller. “I first saw James two years ago, the day I arrived at school. He had escorted Abigail. One look and I have thought of him ever since.”
Laurel smiled. “See? Perhaps he felt the same, like lightning. That’s what Mason said happened to him, although it was a blizzard, so I’m not so sure.”
She was being silly, and I was glad for it. I didn’t think it was love at first sight, but I hadn’t forgotten him.
“James told me we were to marry. I wasn’t having it.”
Emma shook her head. “I can understand why you were riled. All Bridgewater men are dominant and get what they want, especially when it comes to the woman they want to marry. They are kind, but not overly romantic.”
Laurel nodded. “He saw you. He wanted you. James stating you were marrying was romance. He wouldn’t have said it to anyone else.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way. Was I the only woman he’d wanted to marry?
“You’re a good person,” Ann said. “They wouldn’t have married you otherwise. Don’t doubt that you’re wanted.”
I swallowed hard and tried not to tear up. Ann was too perceptive.
“You have made her uncomfortable,” Laurel scolded.
“Ann didn’t,” Emma said with a huge grin. “The chair did. Tell us, Tennessee, why you’re squirming so much?”
I could feel the blush on my cheeks and took a sip of my tea to keep from answering.
“They put a plug in your ass?” Laurel asked.
I almost spit out my tea. “A… what?”
“Ah, not yet then,” Emma added. “Soon, though, for I’m sure Rhys will have a set for your men to take home.”
“Who is Rhys and dare I ask what a plug is?”
Laurel waved her hand through the air. “You will find out soon enough about the plugs. As for Rhys, he is one of Olivia’s husbands and crafts them.”
I could only nod in reply.
“Do you have any questions for us?” Emma asked. “Being a Bridgewater bride isn’t easy, and we must watch out for each other.”
The others nodded. The baby fussed and Laurel stood, shifted her to the other shoulder and began to sway.
“I don’t know what to ask,” I admitted.
“Then we shall ask you questions,” Laurel said.
Emma grinned. “What fun! I’m first.”
Oh my.
“I assume your men claimed you.”
I looked at my tea cup. “Yes.”
“You’re shifting in your seat. Did they fuck your ass?” Laurel asked.
I gasped and stared at her, wide-eyed. I was amazed she said those words aloud, and to me, a complete stranger. James and Jonah had been correct in how open everyone was here.
“No. A little play, but that was all.”
“Ah, you were spanked then?” Ann wondered.
I nodded.
“And you liked it?” she added.
I flushed, then nodded again.
“You’re worried you aren’t supposed to like it?” Emma asked, her words soft. Her earlier enthusiasm had waned, but now she looked at me with a friendly, open expression.
I leaned forward and whispered. “We did things… I…” I thought of how I’d fallen to my knees in the church, eager to suck James’ cock. And earlier, I’d taunted Jonah to fuck me. “I’m wicked.”
All three shook their heads, and Ann put her hand on mine again. Laurel walked around the table and set her hand on my shoulder.
“You are not wicked,” Ann said adamantly. “You are allowed pleasure with your men. As your husbands, it is James’ and Jonah’s job to satisfy you, just as I’m sure you satisfy them. What you do, no matter how wicked it might seem, is normal. You will become quite close. There are no secrets in a Bridgewater marriage.”
“Your men are bossy, but Jonah, he’s… he’s older. He wants me to call him Sir,” I admitted. “I like getting in trouble.”
The corner of Ann’s mouth turned up, but she didn’t laugh. “Real trouble or just for fun?”
I frowned at the question. “I’ve been in real trouble quite a bit lately, but it’s not my fault. Well, not all of it. I didn’t like that spanking, but liked knowing I was forgiven when it was done. And I really liked what they did after.” I blushed again.<
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“Besides that, you pretended to be bad?”
I looked between the three of them. I didn’t see censure there. I nodded.
Ann smiled. “What fun. I like to do that, too. As for calling Jonah sir, I have to admit, that’s arousing. He’s older and gives you something you need. That he needs in return.”
Did Jonah like when I called him sir?
“Olivia’s the worst about it. She’s got those three men wrapped around her finger,” Laurel told me. “She gives them sass. It’s her way of telling her men she needs their attention.”
Was it that? Did I seek my husbands’ attention? God, I did. I craved it. I liked knowing they were focused solely on me. While they took care of my needs, theirs were satisfied as well. “You’re saying they like when I do that?”
“You tell us,” Emma said.
I thought of Jonah pulling me off of James’ lap on the way here. I’d teased, he’d responded. Taken over. Given me exactly what I needed.
“The men are back,” Laurel said, at the same time I heard deep voices and heavy footfall. “We should say goodbye now, for I’m sure you will be leaving quite soon.”
“Oh yes, they haven’t touched you in two whole hours,” Emma teased.
“It won’t be two hours before they get at you again, especially if they have a few of the plugs Rhys makes.”
They were all accurate. We stayed two minutes, long enough to be slightly polite, but no one seemed to mind our hasty retreat. As for the plugs, there were two of them. James had given them to me to hold as we rode back to the house, all the while telling me what they were going to do with them. By the time we entered the kitchen door, I was desperate for my men and happily bent over the kitchen table for their ardent attentions.
JAMES
“You’re sure you don’t want to come along?” Tennessee asked.
We were on the front porch waiting for Jonah to saddle the horses. Her trunk had arrived yesterday while we’d been at Bridgewater, so today she wore a different dress, a soft shade of pink that accentuated how petite… and female she was. It only made her skin even more pale and milky white. Her hair was in one long plait down her back beneath a wide-brimmed straw hat. She looked as pretty as a picture, but I knew what she looked like beneath. How she behaved when she wasn’t off to meet her new stepson. That she wore no drawers. That she’d had one of the plugs nice and snug in her ass until just an hour ago.
