Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Book 8)

by Vanessa Vale

  Tucker squatted down so he was close to her head. “Is there anything else between us, Abigail?” he asked.

  I didn’t stop the spanking as we waited for her to respond.

  Finally, she cried out, “No. Nothing else.”

  “Good,” Tucker said. “Then let’s finish up your punishment so we can fuck you. Finally make you ours with nothing between us. No lies, no secrets, no blackmail.”

  Abigail’s entire body went slack then, giving over to the punishment. Perhaps she knew we needed to do this, to make sure she knew how out of control we felt, how painful and desperate it was when we had no idea where she was. Perhaps she knew the spanking was cathartic, cleansing, and once it was done, the wrongs would be forgiven; it would all be in the past.

  I finally stopped, stroked over her heated flesh.

  “Ten more from me, precious, then we’ll be done.” Tucker spanked her then so she would know any consequence would be managed by both of us.

  When we were done, when her tears fell unabated, I pulled her up into my lap. While she hissed against the contact of her ass against my thighs, she didn’t complain.

  “Part your thighs,” I murmured, kissing her hair.

  She did as I asked immediately.

  Tucker stroked his fingers over her pussy, met my eyes.

  “She’s dripping wet.”

  I grunted, gave her a squeeze, even as she pulled her thighs together, pinning Tucker’s hand in place. When she realized it was opposite of what she wanted, she spread them again. Tucker grinned, lifted his slick fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean.

  “Perhaps that wasn’t a punishment after all. Not if it made you all wet and aroused,” I said.

  She shook her head, brushed her hair back from her tearstained face. “I didn’t like it.”

  “Your body says otherwise. But I’m glad you’re so eager for us. Can you feel my cock?” I asked. Shifting my hips, I pressed against her. My need for her couldn’t be hidden.

  She nodded.

  “Do you want our cocks?” I asked.

  She nodded again.

  “Both of them? At the same time?” Tucker added.

  She looked up at Tucker. “You mean one in my pussy and one in my… ass?”

  I almost came in my pants at her question.

  “Yes,” Tucker growled.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Tucker stepped back and I stood, turned around, and tossed Abigail onto the bed. As my brother stripped off his clothes, I went to the dresser to grab the small glass jar of lubricant. While her pussy dripped copiously, her ass needed additional lubrication to take our cocks easily and with only pleasure. Although she’d discovered she liked a hint of pain with her fucking, it would not be this kind.

  Tucker climbed onto the bed, lay down on his back, and tugged Abigail on top of him.

  He stroked her dark hair back as it swung down over their faces. “There’s nothing between us now. No secrets. In just a minute, there will be nothing between our bodies either.”

  Tucker kissed her then and I heard her whimper.

  Dripping the jar onto the bed, I stripped then joined them, stroked my hand down her spine.

  “You’re what connects us all together, Abigail. We can’t be a family without you. We can’t be one without you.”

  Abigail lifted her head as Tucker’s hands moved to her hips, lifted her so she was just above his cock.

  “Ride me, precious.”

  Biting her lip, Abigail shifted a bit to align Tucker’s cock with her entrance then dropped down, taking him into her in one plunging stroke.

  Her head fell back, her hair dangling long down her back. As I opened the jar and coated my fingers in the slippery substance, I watched them fuck. When Tucker pulled her back down for a kiss, I knew it was time to ready her. Placing my slick fingers at her tiny rosebud, I coated the virgin entrance with the lubricant, circling the tender flesh then slowly pushing one finger in.

  Tucker continued to lift and lower his hips, fucking her with the short movements as they kissed, while I began to move my finger in and out of her tight ass.

  She gasped and moaned at the intrusion but didn’t object. Because of this, I carefully added a second finger, scissoring them inside of her to stretch her open. My cock was thick, and I would go so deep, but the fingers were good preparation and would ensure she was slick inside.

  When I added a third finger, Abigail cried out my name.

  I smiled. “Like that?”

  “Yes, please,” she begged.

  God, she was so fucking brazen. How had we ever imagined her to be timid or fearful when it came to something like this? She wanted it. No, by the way she was wiggling her hips, she needed it.

  She cried out when I slipped my fingers free. “No!”

  “Shh,” I crooned, dipping my fingers into the jar and coating my cock liberally with the lubricant.

  “Eager, are you, precious?” Tucker asked, his voice rough. His hands came up and cupped her breasts, plucked at the tight tips.

  “Tucker,” she cried, thrusting forward so she filled his palms.

  Moving into place, I gripped the base of my cock and aligned it with her prepared and slick asshole. Pressing against it, she tightened, denying me entrance.

  “Relax,” I said, nudging her patiently. She would open for me.

  “Perhaps a little pinch?” Tucker asked, just before he tightened his grip on her nipples.

  “Oh God,” she cried.

  “She just got wetter,” Tucker commented, pinching her again.

  She still wouldn’t relent as I pressed against her.

  “How about this?” Tucker asked, bringing his palm down on her reddened bottom. It wasn’t overly hard, but she stiffened between us. “Fuck, she just about strangled my cock.”

  “That’s not going to help me get into her,” I replied.

  “Mmm,” Tucker said. “Then how about this?”

  I knew he touched her clit when I reached between them. All at once, her whole body went lax and I pressed once again. Slowly, she flowered open for me, stretching wider and wider for the flared head of my cock. With the slickness from the lubrication, it took just that little bit of relaxation to allow me entrance. I slipped inside, my cock head filling her.

  She groaned before she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, and her cheeks were beautifully flushed.

  “Yes. I’m in.”

  “So full,” she replied and her eyes slipped closed as I pushed forward.

  She was so tight, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Through the thin membrane separating us, I could feel Tucker’s cock moving in and out of her. Finding a rhythm, I slowly fucked her deeper and deeper until she took all of me. Only when she had every inch of me did I still.

  “You’re claimed, Abigail Landry,” I said, kissing her shoulder.

  “Ours,” Tucker added. “Nothing between us.”

  “Yours,” she murmured and I gave myself over to my wife. Gave her everything.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Abigail

  I was being fucked by both of my husbands. Together. At the same time. It wasn’t Gabe in my mouth and Tucker in my pussy. They were filling my ass and pussy. I was so full I was overwhelmed. These men surrounded me, filled me, claimed me. There wasn’t an inch between us. Not in body, not in mind.

  They were mine. I was theirs.

  The feeling of taking both of them was so intense. I felt stretched, used, but the feelings their attentions brought about were worth it. Even the slight burning of being so open to them only added to the pleasure. Even my tingling, sore bottom added to it. Each time Gabe shifted his hips, he bumped the tender flesh. And when Tucker cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, there wasn’t one inch of me they didn’t control. Didn’t pay attention to. Didn’t love.

  Somehow, they knew exactly what I wanted, what I needed, and gave it to me.

  Taking them both lik
e this was just as Gabe said. I was the one who connected the three of us. They were claiming me, but I was the one with the power.

  I was the center of it all. Without me, we were nothing.

  I understood then—as they moved in and out of me—that I needed their punishments as well as their loving, and their attention, stern or otherwise, was all because they loved me.

  They might be big brutes of men, but they had tender hearts, and I could wound them perhaps even more easily than they could me.

  I wanted this feeling, this need I had for them to last forever. It was my choice. I could be as I was now, between them, linking them, claiming them both, or I could live alone.

  I chose love. I chose pleasure. I chose them.

  And so I wiggled my hips—not that I could do more than that impaled on two big cocks—letting them know I was ready for more. They’d held back, and I knew it. I could feel their desires were reined in.

  “I want you. Both of you. Don’t hold back. Show me what’s between us.”

  Both stilled briefly, then they took me then. Fucked me. Gabe slid out almost all the way as Tucker thrust his hips up and into me. Then they reversed the actions, fucking me in tandem.

  I couldn’t hold off my pleasure. They were giving it to me. Freely and happily. It was right there for me to take. And so, with a deep breath, I let go, gave over to it, to them. Completely. The pleasure coursed through me, heated me, swamped me. Flooded me.

  I screamed my pleasure, my inner walls tightening around on both of them, wanting them to feel how good it was, and to help them along. I wanted to keep them deep inside, to milk their seed from them.

  It worked, for Tucker gripped my hips and came, filling me with his hot seed.

  Gabe was soon to follow, giving me every drop of his pleasure deep in my bottom.

  “I’m yours,” I murmured against Tucker’s chest, too wilted to remain upright. “Nothing between us.”

  Tucker kissed my head as Gabe did my shoulder.

  “Ours.”

  “I love you,” I repeated, knowing the truth was so much better than any lie.

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  When she's not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys, is figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker, and teaches a pretty mean karate class. She considers herself to be remarkably normal, exceedingly introverted and fairly vanilla, which does not explain her steamy stories and her fascination with cowboys, preferably more than one at a time.

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  VANESSA VALE BOOKS

  Montana Maidens Series

  Claiming Catherine

  Taming Tessa

  Dominating Devney

  Submitting Sarah

  Montana Men Series

  The Lawman

  The Cowboy

  The Outlaw

  Bridgewater Menage Series

  Their Runaway Bride

  Their Kidnapped Bride

  Their Wayward Bride

  Their Captivated Bride

  Their Treasured Bride

  Their Christmas Bride

  Their Reluctant Bride

  Their Stolen Bride

  Their Brazen Bride

  Wildflowers Of Montana Series

  Rose

  Hyacinth

  Dahlia

  Daisy

  Lily

  Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Series

  A Wanton Woman

  Western Widows

  Sweet Justice

  Mine To Take

  Relentless

  Naked Choke

  Sleepless Night

  Man Candy

  The Alien's Mate: Cowgirls and Aliens