Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1)

by Vanessa Vale

  "Ass play," Andrew said.

  "Cock sucking."

  "Eating pussy."

  "Anywhere."

  "Everywhere."

  The men all added something else to the carnal conversation until my mind was filled with an abundance of variation I never knew were possible.

  "Pleasing both your husbands," Ann said. Andrew and Robert turned to her, Andrew tilting her face up to him so he could kiss her, then Robert had his turn.

  "See, lass, there is nay need to be embarrassed," Ian said reassuringly. "Ye only need to be aroused. What we did with ye earlier, starting your ass training–"

  "Tasting your delectable pussy," Kane cut in.

  "–is all for your pleasure. And you denied yourself release."

  "Emma, heed these words from another woman," Ann said, leaning forward. "If your men are offering you pleasure. Take it. Accept it. Enjoy it." She grinned.

  Shifting in my seat, I realized I ached between my thighs, and not because both men had claimed me. No, it was the pulsing of that little bundle of nerves I'd rubbed and touched until I screamed while riding the stage, where Kane had licked and sucked. Upstairs, they'd left me needy, because I'd asked them to. I longed now for them to touch me, knowing it was the only way for this ache to go away. My nipples had tightened beneath my dress, hardening at my wandering thoughts. As Ann said, I had to accept it and I'd most assuredly enjoy it."

  "There were men over in Bozeman asking questions," one of the men said, thankfully changing the course of conversation. I didn't remember his name, but he had dark hair with equally dark eyes.

  Everyone stopped eating and the room fell silent.

  "How did ye hear about this, Simon?" Ian asked, his tone grim.

  "I was in town when you were gone and Taylor at the saloon was blabbering."

  "So you got him drunk," Mason surmised.

  Simon nodded. "Pulled him into a game of cards. Nothing he said about the men should have piqued my interest, but he mentioned they had funny accents. His words, not mine."

  This group of men was the one with the funny accents, but discovering there was another – or a few men – that spoke in a similar fashion, especially in the Montana Territory, would be memorable.

  "It was only a matter of time," Ian said, giving a disappointed shake to his head.

  "It's been five years," Mason countered, pointing a fork at Ian.

  "Evers won't give up."

  When the men returned to their food, it seemed the conversation was over. I turned to Ian. "Who is Evers?"

  He looked at me and smiled, little crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. Even in the brief time I'd known him, I could tell the smile was forced, that he was trying to protect me. He wanted me to be burden free. "Just someone we all used to work with. In the army."

  "In England?" I asked.

  "Mohamir."

  Mohamir? "Is that near Persia?" I asked.

  Kane nodded. I looked his way. "Yes."

  The men finished their food without any more discussion, all clearly quiet in their thoughts. It seemed I was to be kept from the details regarding something that involved them years before. None wished to delve into conversation about it, but it seemed to have affected all of their spirits. Finished with their meal, they stood and cleared the table, carrying all of the dishes into the kitchen to be washed. It appeared Mason was the dishwasher tonight as well as cook's helper; from what was said earlier, they must rotate this task as well. I blushed at how he'd come to the bedroom door earlier and how, at the time, my legs had been pinned back by Ian as Kane shaved me. Fortunately, Kane had kept the man from seeing me naked and lewdly exposed, but he most assuredly knew what the men had done. My cheeks burned.

  When Mason caught me looking at him, he gave me a smile and winked. I flushed even hotter and turned away. As I stood in the center of the kitchen, the men swirled around me and I felt overwhelmed. Everyone was so familiar with each other, so organized, so at ease. I felt out of place, on edge and wary of any misstep. Instead of remaining in the throng, I decided I could help by picking up any remaining dishes, so I returned to the dining room only to stop in my tracks just inside the doorway.

  In the corner was Ann, hands on the wall, Robert close behind her. Fucking her. Naive as I was, I knew what I was witnessing, although I never knew it was possible to do standing up. Robert's pants were open enough only to free his cock, which from across the room, was quite large. He buried it all the way into Ann, then pulled back, his hands on her hips, pulling them back and keeping her in place, filling her again and again.

  Andrew stood beside her, his cock out and his hand stroking up and down. "Good girl, Ann. Neither of us could wait to fuck you as we watched you shift and squirm in your chair knowing your ass was nice and filled, knowing you belong to us."

  His words weren't harsh, but kind, pleasing. Soothing. Ann cried out, and most definitely in pleasure. "Yes, oh, Robert. Harder."

  "Do ye like what ye see?"

  The words at my ear had me jump, my hand flying to my chest. "Ian, you scared me."

  "You may think Andrew and Robert are harsh men, perhaps cruel to speak so frankly about Ann. Do they look uncaring to you?"

  Ann came right then, her sign of pleasure escaping as a deep moan.

  The sound shook me to my core. I wanted to have the attention of my husbands just like Ann did right now. I wanted to feel what Ann was, a bone deep pleasure that couldn't be dampened. I shifted, rubbing my thighs together, which were now decidedly wet. My nipples tightened almost painfully.

  "See? They cherish Ann, just as we cherish you."

  "Why are they doing this where we can witness?"

  "They are taking care of her. You saw that Andrew was aroused at the table. None of them could wait. She needs her men to recognize when she is ready for a good fucking. Most of that squirming she did at dinner wasn't because of the plug, but because her cunny was ready to be fucked. Her needs come first, wherever they are. All of us understand this. Besides, Ann knows how pleased her husbands are with her and they are not afraid to show it."

  Andrew thrust one last time, held himself deep as he clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on Ann's hips. After a moment, he pulled out, his cock now replete, white seed dripping from Ann beneath a dark object that protruded from her back entrance. Oh! That was the plug? It looked so big! They could take her with that within her?

  Robert took Andrew's spot behind Ann and without ceremony, filled her up. "Ann, you're so tight, so slick with seed."

  Ian took my hand and pulled me from the room and toward the stairs as Ann's moans followed us. "Where are we going?"

  Kane was waiting for us on the landing. "You've pleased us this meal, so we are tending to you."

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  KANE

  Simon's words over dinner had me distracted and agitated. Downright mad. I was leading my wife up to my bedroom to strip her naked and make her scream and I was thinking about the men that were coming for Ian. There was no question it was Evers, or at least men sent by Evers. Once they found Ian, they'd drag him back to England for trial. Or, they'd drag him just over the ridge and shoot him, their own kind of vigilante justice. None of us would let that happen. Ian had done no wrong and Evers knew it. But pinning his own dastardly crimes onto Ian had kept the man in good standing. A duke could not be sullied by the dirtiness of murder, even in wartime. Even in a land, a culture, so different as Mohamir.

  As Ian closed the door behind us with a definitive click, I had to put those thoughts away for now. Emma needed our attention. Deserved it. Required it. When Ian's eyes met mine over her head, I could read his thoughts. Whatever happened to him, I would take care of our wife. I would be here for her. Protect her. Even when Ian was gone.

  Like bloody hell.

  The sun had dipped lower, the room filled with soft evening light, but not dark enough yet to require the lamp. A soft breeze came in through the open window and I could hear the men still working down
stairs. Once the cleanup was complete, they'd finish up any remaining chores with the horses and return to their own homes spread out across the ranch.

  "Have ye seen a man fully naked before, Emma?" Ian asked, undoing the buttons of his shirt.

  She shook her head, keeping a careful watch on Ian's fingers, the expanse of chest exposed one button at a time.

  "I was naked but I fucked her beneath the covers at the hotel this morn," Ian told Kane, then grinned sheepishly. "We were short on time."

  "You won't be fucked under the covers again until the next blizzard. Your arousal has been taunting me the entire meal."

  "My...my arousal?"

  "The scent of you. Your hard nipples poking against your dress. Your flushed cheeks. Take off your dress, baby," I said, my voice rough. I'd had to will my cock into submission earlier when I had my face between her thighs, when I'd watched Ian work the plug into her virgin ass. Even through dinner. Now, though, I couldn't wait any longer.

  "Doesn't it bother you that Mason knows what we were doing earlier? Shouldn't Andrew and Robert keep what they do with Ann a secret?" she asked, unbuttoning her bodice. I didn't mind the question, just thankful she was taking off her dress without duress.

  I paused in my undressing and gave her my full attention as it was a serious question. An important one.

  "There are no secrets at Bridgewater, baby."

  "Privacy, yes, but nay secrets," Ian added.

  "None of the other men will covet you as we do if they know your pussy is shaved and perfectly smooth. They will not think less of you if they hear your screams when you come. In fact, they will be right angry with us if they don't know you're being well tended. Your pleasure only validates our being good husbands."

  "Ye belong to us and they ken that," Ian added. "Just as Ann belongs to Andrew and Robert even though we saw them fuck her downstairs. The other men will soon find brides of their own soon enough."

  She considered our words as she stood there, her bodice open wide enough to glimpse the creamy swells of her breasts. I needed to calm myself; I wanted to relieve all the tension in my body by getting lost in hers. But that was not going to happen tonight. Her cunny was sore and not an option for relief, however there were many possible other ways to please her, and have her please us in return.

  She fumbled with the remaining buttons, distracted by Ian and most definitely still aroused from earlier. We'd left her needy and wanting, her orgasm so close yet unattainable. Only when she accepted the pleasure as her due as our wife would we let her come. It was a self-inflicted punishment all in itself.

  "Why does this man Evers anger you?" she asked. I must have answered her previous question readily enough for her to change topics. It did not seem to be in her nature to leave any worries unresolved.

  Ian paused as he undid the placket of his pants, frowned. "He was our commanding officer during our time in the Mohamir."

  "Our?"

  "Don't stop, Emma. I want to see you," I told her, redirecting her thoughts. Her fingers began to move once again, but I could tell by the focused look in her gorgeous eyes that she wasn't to be deterred. I wanted to know her thoughts, share her experiences, learn about her. Evers was just someone neither of us wanted to think about, let alone talk about, especially when a hint of pink nipple appeared as the loose dress started to slip off her shoulder.

  "Kane and I. Mason, Brody, Simon and Rhys, too." Ian said the last man's name with the English pronunciation, “Reese.” "We were stationed together to guard the British ships in the Dardanelles for a time, then travelled with British dignitaries to Mohamir to meet the religious and secular leaders of the region."

  The dress slipped from her body and pooled around her feet. Both Ian and I paused and looked our fill, watching as her nipples tightened. It seemed I had a slight obsession with her nipples.

  I yanked at my shirt, stripping myself of my clothes as quickly as possible. Ian was already naked and positioned himself in the middle of the bed. "Come to me, lass."

  Emma climbed onto the bed and Ian tugged her across his chest, kissing her, his arms wrapping around her securely. My mouth watered with my need to kiss her as well. It had been too long. An hour, perhaps?

  "Evers doesn't matter now," Ian said, lifting his head to look at her, to stroke her hair back from her face. "Christ, you're so wet I can feel it on my thigh." He lifted his leg up so it pushed against her bare cunny.

  Going around the bed, I sat with my back against the footboard, watching, lifting one hand to caress over the long line of her leg.

  "Since you're too sore to fuck, I'm going to taste ye. Up ye go," Ian said, lifting Emma easily and turning her around so she faced me, but still across Ian's body on all fours. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back so she was astride his face.

  "Ian, what–"

  I knew the moment Ian started to lick and suck at her cunny when her eyes widened and she startled, her breasts swaying beneath her as she did so.

  "She's so smooth, so bloody slick. She tastes incredible," Ian murmured from between her thighs.

  "Do you want to come, Emma?" I asked her. Her eyes had fallen shut and she was gasping at every expert flick of Ian's tongue.

  "Yes!" she cried out.

  "You're not worried about it being wrong?" I asked, intentionally prodding her. We'd left her unfulfilled earlier because she considered it wrong to find pleasure in being with both of us, in having us touch her body. All of her body in various, very intimate, ways. I hoped not to continue with this lesson, but would if required.

  She shook her head, her dark hair a curtain around her shoulders, down her back.

  "No? Before dinner you didn't want to come."

  "I...I need it."

  I smiled at her, although she couldn't see me with her eyes squeezed shut.

  "Good girl. Look down, Emma."

  Her eyes fluttered open to glance down at Ian's erect cock, just an inch from her chin. "Suck him, baby." I shifted so that my cock was just to her right. "Suck both of us. After you swallow our seed, Ian will make you come."

  I could tell Ian slowed his attentions because Emma shifted her hips and mewled.

  "Take him into your mouth, just like you learned in the stage."

  She did, working Ian with little licks, then taking him into her mouth as far as she could. He was big, too big for her now.

  "Put your hand around the base, lean your forearm on the bed. Yes, like that. Now, use your other hand on me. Good girl."

  It didn't take Ian long to come; he was no doubt as ready as I. Watching Emma take the plug earlier then seeing her watch another woman get fucked had been my personal torture. The look on her face, the unvarnished need, had had me on the brink of coming in my pants like a randy teenager. Seeing her ride Ian's face wasn't helping matters. Licking up every luscious drop of her honey most certainly pushed him over the edge. I remembered how sweet she tasted from earlier.

  His hips thrust up and he groaned. Emma's cheeks hollowed, sucking him, taking his seed, her throat working to accommodate it all. She lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, only a small drop of seed on her lip.

  "Good girl, baby. You took it all. Take my seed now and Ian will give you your reward."

  Her face was flushed, her eyes half lidded with desire. Lower, her nipples were a bright pink and tightly furled.

  "You want your reward?"

  She nodded. "Oh yes," she said breathily, turning her head and opening her red, swollen lips to take me deep.

  I hissed out my breath at the heat of her mouth, how wet it was, how her tongue stroked over the thick vein along my length. My balls drew up readying for my release.

  "There's nothing wrong, baby, with getting pleasure from your husbands," I gritted out through clenched teeth. "Giving it to us. Yes, just like that, now suck. Good girl." I couldn't talk for a minute, watching her head bob in my lap, feel the tight suction of her drawn cheeks. The pleasure was so intense I was on the brink of spu
rting into her throat.

  With Ian recovered, he returned to fervently work Emma's cunny, gripping her hips firmly to hold her in place. As she sucked me, she moaned, sending delicious vibrations up the length of my cock. They were my undoing. Nothing could stop the orgasm from coming and I groaned. As I did so, she too came, screaming around my cock, swallowing my seed voraciously, her hands clenching into fists in the quilt. Once I stopped pulsing in her mouth, she lifted her head and cried out. "Ian, yes!"

  Ian flipped their positions so Emma rested on her back and we both began working her. She'd come once, but we weren't done. My hand delved to the juncture of her thighs finding her slick and wet, easily, yet gently, slipping two fingers into her tight channel. I set about to discover her secret pleasure spots, finding that little ridge of flesh inside that made her cry out, as Ian sucked on one nipple, pulling and tugging with his teeth, his fingers working the other.

  Emma came again quickly, her body arching like a bow, a rough scream escaping her lips. Ian grabbed the jar of lubricant and dipped his fingers in as I flipped Emma over once again. This time, Ian worked a finger into her tight arse as I continued to fuck her cunny with my fingers. As we did so, we spoke to her. Ye are so bloody beautiful, Emma. You're so sensitive, look how you're coming again. See, you can come with something in your arse. Oh, it's so much better, isn't it? Soon it will be our cocks filling you. Together.

  We worked her until her voice was hoarse, her skin coated in sweat, her body mindlessly riding our fingers until she wilted in complete exhaustion.

  With her on her stomach as she was, Ian retrieved the small plug we'd used on her earlier. Slick from his fingers, the plug was able to slip in easily. She didn't even stir. We admired how pretty her cunny was, especially knowing her arse was stretching in preparation for us taking her together. Pulling her beneath the covers, we let her sleep and I was more than pleased with the progress she was making. Thrilled we'd saved her from an uncertain fate. Touched that she belonged to us.

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