Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Book 8)

by Vanessa Vale

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Tucker

  “Morning, precious.”

  Abigail stirred on top of me. As she’d slept, she worked her way into my arms until her head rested in the crook of my shoulder, her body angled against me. One of her legs was thrown over mine, and I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my thigh. I’d woken at dawn and just reveled in the soft feel of her, running my fingers through her long hair as she continued to sleep. While we’d worn her out from a very hot bout of fucking, she’d stunned us.

  Her degree of passion wasn’t much of a surprise, but she was so very eager and open about it. She’d displayed fear, no worry about the act of claiming her virginity. I was thrilled she hadn’t had a maidenhead to rupture. No pain for her. Only wide-eyed pleasure.

  We’d expected to slowly teach her about fucking, about being with two men. To take our time with her and let her accustom herself to being with us, to the things we wanted to do with her, to her. But she’d wanted it all. Eagerly, desperately. She’d doubted the spanking but quickly learned she liked it, at least when it wasn’t a punishment, and I was glad I’d shown her the difference. Even the plug in her ass. We’d expected tears and weeks of cajoling to have her accept we’d fuck her ass, but Abigail wanted it. Loved it.

  My cock pulsed at the memory of how tight she’d felt, fucking her with the plug in her as well.

  And her ability to come! She was so responsive, so sensitive.

  Abigail stiffened for a moment then relaxed against me again. She was awake. “Tucker.”

  “Not used to waking up to a man in your bed?”

  She’d better not be.

  “Where’s Gabe?” she asked, her voice rough from sleep.

  “In the stables. He said once you’re up and about to meet him there.”

  She looked out the window. “The sun is high. How long have we slept?”

  “Late,” I replied, but didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. I’d never slept this late in my life, nor had I woken to a woman in my bed. Besides the Bridgewater brides, no woman had even been in our house.

  But Abigail was here, in my arms where she belonged. I couldn’t help the male pride pumping through my veins. She was well pleasured, and we’d worn her out. She was not accustomed to one man’s attentions, let alone two, and needed her rest. Especially if we were going to take her again. The way my cock jumped at the idea, I wanted it to be now. “Sore?”

  Her finger idly drew circles on my chest, which, for something so tame, was making me desperate to sink into her once again. “Not really.”

  I didn’t think she was being completely truthful, but from the way she was sliding her leg up and down, all but humping my thigh, she didn’t seem to care.

  I did, though. I didn’t want her hurt. She might not have had a maidenhead, but her body wasn't used to taking two big cocks. And a plug. She had to be swollen and tender.

  “Eager to come, precious?”

  She lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest. Her face was soft with sleep and, with her wild hair, she looked well fucked. “Mmm, yes, please.”

  “Insatiable wench,” I growled.

  I loved the openness of her, the truth in her eyes. She didn’t hide from her desires, and I would reward her for it.

  Shifting, I rolled her onto her back so I leaned over her. I skimmed my hand down her belly and between her thighs. There was no hesitation or embarrassment on her part, for she opened her legs for me. Sliding one finger into her, I groaned. “I can feel our seed. Do you know how hard I am because of it?”

  She purred and arched her back at my delicate touch. “I can feel it.” A grin spread across her face as she stretched languidly.

  I slid down her body and licked over her tender flesh.

  “Tucker!” she cried. She had not been expecting that. While she was so open and eager, she was innocent still.

  Her skin was warm and fragrant, and I licked again. “You taste different after we’ve been at you.”

  Her hands moved to my hair, tugged, then pushed me against her as I found her clit. Circled it with my tongue.

  My hard cock pressed into the bed, and I shifted my hips to get comfortable. I’d get in her after she came, but not in her sore pussy.

  She cried with a mixture of surprise and decadent pleasure, and I knew it would be her mouth I took next.

  ***

  Abigail

  I walked to the stable alone. Tucker had fucked me then fed me. Well, he hadn’t fucked me as they had the night before, but after he’d put his mouth on me and made me come—in a very carnal fashion—he’d lowered me to my knees on the floor and had me put his cock in my mouth. He’d been gentle and patient as he told me what to do. With a hand on the back of my head, he’d guided me to lick the wide head, lapping up the fluid seeping from the narrow slit. After, he had me take him as deep as I could, then pull back. Over and over, until he swelled impossibly larger in my mouth and coated my tongue with his thick seed.

  After I swallowed all of it, he brushed his thumb over the corner of my mouth, collected a stray drop, and I’d licked it off. He lifted me to stand between his parted knees as he kissed me. I felt well loved, not just physically, but emotionally as well. By the smile playing across his lips, he was sated and pleased.

  But, as I made my way across the tall grass toward the stable, I remembered once again the problem that still loomed. Mr. Grimsby. I would have to leave Gabe and Tucker to go back to Butte. I was sure they’d refuse me travel if I told them about my trip, just as James had denied my traveling alone.

  And if they went with me, or even in my stead, they could be hurt. I shivered, thinking about the way Mr. Grimsby waved his gun about, of him shooting one of my men. Yes, they were mine, just as I was theirs. I could go alone. Mr. Grimsby didn’t want me. He thought me unattractive with my scar. I’d just give him the brooch and be gone, Tennessee with me.

  I only had two more days to save her, so I would have to depart soon. But what would they think of me when they learned the truth? I hadn’t lied about Tennessee’s predicament, just never told them about it at all. I would just have to hope that, when I returned, they’d understand. I was helping a friend… and keeping them safe.

  When I went into the stables and Gabe came down the long central corridor toward me, I knew they’d hate me. I wouldn’t see the pleased gleam in his eye, the dark promise of what his hands, mouth, and cock could do to me. I took a moment to ogle his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, strong muscles. I knew what he felt like, what he smelled like, how he kissed, how he fucked. It was intimate, this knowledge, and I liked the feel of it. The closeness. It was different than any other relationship I had. It was… more. Well, it was love.

  Warming beneath his soft kiss, I swallowed down my worry about how they’d react when I went to Butte. Let the less-than-pleasant thoughts slide away.

  “Sleep well?” he asked.

  I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his beard as I nodded. It was soft and so different than Tucker’s smooth jaw. I liked their differences, one more tender, the other demanding. They were quite like salt and pepper, but they were both the men I wanted.

  “Sore?” he asked, searching my face.

  I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, but his concern felt good. “Tucker asked already.”

  “Did he?” His knuckles stroked over my cheek.

  “Mmm,” I replied. “And I told him no.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then what?” I repeated, confused.

  “Then what did Tucker do?”

  I flushed hotly. “Then he made me come again before putting his cock in my mouth.”

  His eyes narrowed with dark heat. “Did he?” he repeated.

  “Hello there.”

  Gabe and I turned toward the three men who’d come in with us unaware.

  They were as big as Gabe and Tucker, as if something about Bridgewater made men large.

  “We’ve yet to meet your lass,
” the one in the middle said.

  Gabe put his arm about my waist. “Rhys, Simon, and Cross, this is Abigail, my wife.”

  “Aye, and Tucker’s, too.” It was the one in the middle who spoke again. Simon. He had a Scottish accent and a quick smile.

  “Olivia is their wife,” Gabe told me.

  “Yes, she and I met at the picnic last week. I’m sorry we did not have the opportunity to meet.” I looked around. “Is she with you?”

  Cross shook his head. A quick grin crossed his face. “She’s sleeping off our morning attentions.”

  I knew what that meant, for I’d had some of my own from Tucker. Yet, I still flushed.

  “If she wants a baby, then we have to keep her pussy full of our seed,” Rhys added, his words clipped. with a wholly British accent. I recognized the smile of a satisfied and possessive male.

  I’d never heard anyone speak so plainly about wanting a child and trying for one, though.

  Gabe looked down at me, eyebrow raised. “Perhaps we made a baby last night?”

  My mouth fell open at the realization it was a possibility. From what Tucker said earlier, their seed was still deep inside me.

  I looked at him for another moment then turned toward the others. “It’s nice to meet you.” I was not going to answer Gabe’s question, since I considered it rhetorical.

  “Will you join us for the noon meal?” Cross asked. Based on his accent, it seemed he was the American of the trio.

  “You didn’t appear for three days after you married Olivia,” Gabe countered. “Do you think we’ll be there?”

  Cross grinned. “Three of us, three days. You only get two.” They all found the banter amusing, their laughter echoing off the stable walls, although I just felt mildly embarrassed. They were taunting Gabe—and Tucker in absentia—more than me, so I didn’t take it to heart.

  “Then I need to get busy.” Gabe squeezed my shoulder and glanced down at me. “I think Tucker and I will have to adopt your thinking, Rhys. If we want a baby, we’ll have to keep Abigail’s pussy filled.”

  I gasped and whirled on my husband. Before I could utter a word, he leaned down and tossed me over his shoulder.

  “Gabe! Put me down.” I pounded on his lower back.

  I heard the other men laugh as Gabe carried me deeper into the stable. A door kick closed before I was righted.

  “That was embarrassing!” I cried. We were in a tack room, bits and reins and various equipment for the horses hung neatly from pegs on the walls. The scent of horse and leather filled the small space.

  Gabe shrugged. “It is the Bridgewater way. We take care of our wives and their needs.”

  “And my need was for you to tell them we would fuck?”

  His eyes heated. “I like the way you say fuck.”

  “Gabe,” I countered.

  “Olivia wants a child, and it is her men’s’ job to give one to her. They are married, so obviously it is no secret they fuck. Just as it is no secret Tucker and I fucked you.”

  I backed into the wall, pressed my palms against the cool wood. “Yes, but it’s not talked about.”

  Gabe stepped closer. “It is here. Enough about this. Do you have a needy pussy?”

  My mouth fell open as I clenched my inner walls at the question. Even after coming just a short time ago from Tucker’s mouth, I was eager again.

  “If Tucker only licked your pussy, then he didn’t fill it,” he said. “Is it because you’re sore?”

  I shook my head, my body heating at his carnal words.

  “Then he must have wanted to taste you. Can’t say I blame him. But my cock wants to feel you come all over it again. Think you can do that for me?”

  Oh yes. I definitely could. I licked my lips and nodded. He approached, put his forearm on the wall by my head.

  “Not here, surely. We don’t have a bed,” I replied, looking left and right.

  “We don’t need a bed,” he countered, opening his pants and pulling out his eager cock. Lifting the hem of my dress, he picked me up. “Wrap your legs about my waist. Yes, that’s it. Fuck, I love that you aren’t wear drawers.”

  “Tucker wouldn’t let me,” I grumbled.

  He shifted and moved, settling his cock at my entrance.

  “It’s perfect so I can do… this.”

  He pressed me down and slowly filled me. Taking a step toward the wall, he leaned me against it and took me hard, fucking me in earnest, filling me full of his seed, just as he’d promised.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Abigail

  I was wide awake, listening to their soft breathing as they lay on either side of me. I stared at the dark shadows on the bedroom ceiling. It was the middle of the night, and I should be sound asleep as they were, for they’d been very adventurous with me all evening. Gabe had wanted me to demonstrate what I’d learned from Tucker about sucking cock. On him. As I’d licked and laved his swollen, pulsing cock, taking him as far into my throat as I could, Tucker had fucked me from behind. With a plug in my bottom. It was the first time I’d had two cocks in me at once, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.

  The plug was still lodged deep within me, and their seed was sticky on my thighs. Even though the men kept me so well pleasured I should be exhausted, I was riddled with guilt and worry. I had to tell them the truth. All of it. I had to. They needed to know about Mr. Grimsby and his threats. I didn’t want them to get hurt, but I couldn’t just ride off to Butte without telling them. The concern and kindness they’d shown to me was even greater than their ardor. I felt cherished as well as desired. Loved as well as lusted after. While they hadn’t said the L word, I felt it with their every touch, saw it with their penetrating gazes.

  It would be the ultimate slap in the face if I went to Butte without any explanation. God, they’d even think perhaps that I’d left them. The idea of hurting them made a lump form in my throat, for they’d been perfect. Not once had they commented on my scar. Well, only to tell me it didn’t bother them. Then they went right on proving it to me.

  I owed it to them as my husbands. A wife didn’t keep a secret like this. As they’d said before, I needed to give my problem to them. They were strong enough to handle it. I hadn’t understood before, even a day ago, but now… now I knew.

  I would tell them in the morning. All of it. We’d ride to Butte together and help Tennessee then come home. Safe.

  I felt better with this decision. It wouldn’t be easy to tell them the details, but they’d listened before as I told them I’d lied. They hadn’t yelled. Yes, I’d been spanked, and it had been well deserved, even if I grudgingly admitted it. I expected another one, but knowing I didn’t have the secret between us any longer would make it worth it. Perhaps.

  This secret would tear us apart. I wouldn’t let Mr. Grimsby destroy what we had. But how would I keep them safe? They’d told me to give my problems to them. I would, and definitely before they spanked them out of me.

  Resolved, I settled down between my men, my back pressed against Tucker, my hand on Gabe’s chest. Smiling to myself. I would tell them in the morning.

  ***

  I awoke alone, the sun streaming through the window. That the two men had climbed from bed without waking me was an indication of how late I’d been awake and thinking. Worrying. But, now, refreshed, I was ready to tell them. I wasn’t eager to do so, but felt this was something big that kept me from giving myself to them completely. They were my husbands, and I didn’t want to keep anything from them. As they’d said, it would be good to share the burden.

  A note was on the table beside the bed. Picking it up, I smiled at the words, the jagged handwriting.

  You were a good girl keeping the plug in all night. You are so responsive and eager there. Tonight, precious. Tonight we will take you together. Claim you completely.

  I gulped at the thought of a cock deep inside my bottom. Would it be Gabe or Tucker who took me there the first time? While I was nervous, I was also excited. When they’d played with me
there, I’d liked it. Loved it, even, and they ensured I came every time so I’d only know pleasure there. But, tonight? I tightened my bottom around the plug.

  Remove the plug. You've been a good girl keeping it inside you all night. Go to Emma’s for breakfast and then find us in the stable. We are eager to have you again.

  I smiled at the thought of their cocks hard as they worked.

  Hurry.

  I did as they commanded, slipping the plug from me with a wince and a hiss of breath, then dressed.

  A short time later, I followed Emma down the hall and into her kitchen. I’d yet to meet her before now but had seen her from afar at the picnic. She’d met Kane and Ian and married while I was away at school. Her striking blue eyes contrasted with her dark hair. The little girl in her arms had her mother’s coloring.

  “I’m sorry we haven’t been introduced before now, but I know Bridgewater men and knew you’d be sequestered for a day or two.”

  I blushed at her words as I followed the scents of coffee and fried meat even though breakfast had long passed. “Yes, Tucker and Gabe are… eager.”

  She laughed and turned to look at me over her shoulder. The baby shoved her fist in her mouth and drool slid down her chin. “Eager? What about commanding or dominant or overbearing?”

  “Dominant, yes,” I replied. They had yet to be the other two, but I imagined they would soon enough. “Oh, hello.”

  Laurel and Olivia were also in the kitchen, sitting at the large table. They had mugs in front of them, and Laurel bounced a baby on her lap who seemed to be happily gnawing on a wooden ring.

  Both women smiled at me. “Abigail!” Laurel cried. “We didn’t expect to see you until tomorrow.”