Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 7)

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by Vanessa Vale


  “We needed you and you weren’t there,” Parker added.

  “We were out of control. Helpless. Desperate.”

  She slumped onto the bed then, crying. “I’m sorry.”

  I sat beside her, the bed dipping, and pulled her onto my lap. She gasped as her reddened bottom pressed against my thighs, but she wrapped her arms about me and cried.

  Parker sat next to us, stroked her hair.

  “I was left out. Separate.” Her words were difficult to discern through her tears, so I just held her and ran my hand up and down her back until she calmed some.

  “Tell us,” Parker prodded.

  “We went to the brothel on my suggestion and you trusted my destination. We weren’t married then, but I felt like I was included in the decision making. About us. But with Mr. Benson’s men, you just left me behind.”

  “It was dangerous,” I said. “You’ll not be placed in danger, ever. We will not sway on that.”

  “Yes, but I’d liked to have been involved. While those men needed to be handled, the solution was a simple one. One that I could have accomplished with you.”

  Mary’s concerns were valid. While we would never compromise her safety, she was smart and should be included in any problems that we encountered. Together.

  Parker glanced at me. He could read my thoughts, it seemed, for he said, “Then we must communicate better. We must include you in conversations about activities that may be dangerous.”

  “That doesn’t mean you will participate in the activities,” I clarified.

  “In return,” Parker added, tilting her chin up so she met his eyes. “You will never go off on your own like that again. As we said, you left a note, but the journey was not one even the men here at Bridgewater would take alone, and never without a gun.”

  “All right,” Mary replied. “I’m sorry. I really am. I see why you were upset, why I was punished.”

  I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the scent of roses. “Later, you will apologize to Kane as well.”

  She nodded, her head bumping against my lips.

  Parker stood and I leaned forward, pushing Mary onto her back and leaned over her.

  I observed her tear-stained face, her eyes that were so clear, so pale. Her skin was still flushed, her arousal only diminished, not dampened. “Now, you said you needed something from us?”

  Heat flared in her eyes and a brilliant smile spread across her face. She shook her head, which made me frown.

  “I don’t need something from you. I just need you.” She lifted a hand in the air toward Parker. “And you.”

  “You have all the money in the world and yet you want something that has no value and is freely given,” I murmured. “You amaze me.”

  She lifted her hand and stroked over my hair and cupped my neck. “No value? I think what we have, what we share together, is priceless.” She turned her head and looked up at Parker. “I’m ready.”

  Parker squatted beside the bed. “Yes, you are. You’re ready for your men.”

  “You’re ours, Mary,” I added. “It’s time to claim you. Together.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  MARY

  My body tingled all over. My ass was scalding hot and throbbed from Parker’s spanking. He hadn’t gone easy on me, for he was not doing it as play. It was punishment, pure and simple. Regardless, my body still reacted, still ached for more, still hungered. I liked it when they were rough. I liked it when they spanked me. I liked it when they put their fingers inside of me. I did not like being unable to come. I’d been so close, but they’d somehow known, sensed that I was on the brink, and stopped. Again and again I was taunted with the brilliant pleasure, but denied.

  I’d felt frantic, desperate, out of control and so damn frustrated. I understood how they felt when I’d left a note and gone to Butte. Yes, they were overprotective and domineering, but I’d been reckless. I didn’t want to feel that way again, didn’t want them to feel that way again.

  With Benson dead… I shuddered. He was evil and I couldn’t believe Father had shot him. Perhaps there was more to the man, more to the two of us than I ever knew, but now was not the time discover it.

  Now it was time to be with Parker and Sully. Together. I’d continued to stretch and train my ass for their cocks and with the largest plug deep inside me now, I knew I could take them. I wanted to take them both.

  I needed it. I needed them.

  There was only one thing I could say, the one word they were waiting eagerly to hear. “Yes.”

  With that one breathy word, I was lifted and maneuvered on the bed as if I weighed nothing. Sully settled on his back, his head on the pillows, his body laid out like an offering. An offering I was more than eager to take.

  My pussy clenched with the need to be filled with that massive cock. Clear fluid seeped from the slit of his cock and ran down along the thick vein that pulsed up the length. I knelt on the bed, Parker a hard, hot body at my back. He cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples as I drooled over Sully’s cock. I needed it. I needed to taste that pearly drop, to feel him hot and thick in my mouth.

  I told him so.

  Sully’s eyes turned even darker, flared with heat.

  Parker’s hands released me and I leaned forward, grasping Sully’s cock in my grip, then flicked my tongue out and tasted him, tasted his essence. Salty and pungent, it coated my tongue and I wanted more. That little drop was for me. All for me. Opening wide, I took the flared crown into my mouth and sucked it. Sully’s body tensed and he swore beneath his breath.

  I couldn’t see what Parker was doing, but I felt the bed shift. As I took a little more of Sully into my mouth, I felt Parker’s big hands on my thighs, insisting I part my knees. There was no way I could take all of Sully’s cock into my mouth, so I began to stroke my grip up and down his shaft as I lifted and lowered my head. His hand fell into my hair and tangled there, holding me in place. I was doing something right.

  When I felt Parker’s tongue on my pussy, licking along my seam and then up to my clit, I groaned. That, of course, made Sully groan.

  “Do that again, Parker,” Sully said. “Whatever you did, her moans are pulsing up my cock.”

  Parker flicked my clit, then sucked it into his mouth. I moaned again, and Sully groaned.

  “She was so wet from the spanking, I’m just licking her all clean. So we can get her dirty again.” Perhaps it was Parker’s words, or perhaps I was pushing Sully too close to the edge, but he gently tugged on my hair, lifting me off his cock.

  “I want my cock buried deep in your pussy when I come. Straddle me.”

  Parker gave me one last lick, then a kiss on my inner thigh, before straightening.

  I lifted my leg over his flat stomach, my hands on his upper chest for balance. The hot feel of his skin, the soft prickle of the hairs there, made me aware of how big he was. All man. He was virile and dangerous. Potent and powerful. And yet I’d reduced him to groans of pleasure with my mouth on his cock.

  We could reduce each other to the basest of beings, lost only in what the others were doing. We craved, we needed, we gave.

  Lifting up, I rose above his cock and settled back down, that tasty crown nudging my entrance. I was slick and wet and so eager for him. Pushing myself down, I felt my pussy lips spread and part for his cock, stretching open as he began to fill me.

  My head fell back at the exquisite feel of him. Hot inside me, hot beneath my palms, hot against the inside of my thighs. Lower and lower I sank until I was fully seated astride his lap. As I did so, the plug in my ass nudged his thighs and I gasped. I was so tight, so crowded full of cock and hard plug.

  It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. And so I began to move. Up and down I slid, shifting and rotating my hips, ensuring that my clit rubbed against him just right. My eyes fell closed and I moaned. This was what was missing during the spanking. I’d been empty and now I was so filled.

  Parker’s hand slid down my spine, then back up in a
smooth caress. “Lean forward, sweetheart.”

  Collapsing my elbows, I lay down on Sully’s chest, our skin slick with sweat. My nipples felt abraded against his chest. His hands cupped my hips, held me in place as he kissed me. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled. We were truly one. But one wasn’t enough.

  I had two husbands and I was desperate for Parker, too. With a gentle tug, he began to pull the plug from my bottom. At first, it opened me wide and I gasped against Sully’s mouth, but it easily slid free and then I felt empty.

  Whimpering, I shifted my hips. More. I needed more.

  “Shh,” Parker soothed.

  Sully’s mouth moved to the line of my jaw, my neck as I felt the bed dip, felt Sully shift his legs to make room for Parker. Without any more delay, I felt the flared head of his cock nudge my trained ass. It was slick and hot, insistent, a completely different feeling than the plug.

  Sully continued to kiss me as his hips canted slightly, allowing my inner walls to be stroked and nudged by his cock while keeping me in place for Parker.

  The pressure of Parker’s invasion grew and I broke the kiss with Sully. I could only breathe and feel secure in his hold with his hands on my hips. Parker gripped my shoulder and I felt grounded. I was between them and soon filled by both.

  All at once, my body gave up the fight and his cock slid past the tight ring of muscle that had been trained to accept it. I groaned at the thick feel of him; he pulsed and was warm, hard and yet soft at the same time. He moved in, then retreated, deeper and deeper until he, too, was fully seated.

  We were all breathing hard, sweat coating our skin. This wasn’t some virginal sex act. This was dark and naughty, yet loving and the most intimate of acts. I was allowing these two men to claim me, to take me together. While they were the ones in charge, I was the one with all the power. I was the one who united us, in body and soul.

  And so when Parker’s cock was seated completely, I could do nothing but relinquish all control. I was theirs, pinned between them, filled with their cocks. Impaled, stuffed. Taken. There were so many words, so many emotions for how I felt to say aloud, so I just put my head on Sully’s shoulder and breathed.

  As Parker began to slowly retreat, Sully nudged his hips, driving him a touch deeper. When he pulled back, Parker filled me. They worked in tandem, opposing forces at work to drive me to the brink and then over.

  It wasn’t hard to do. I’d been primed by their punishment—Parker’s belly smacked against my tender bottom as he took my ass. There was no forgetting their dominance in all things. I was sensitive and eager, my orgasm right there, so brilliant and bright, so dark and greedy.

  I wanted it. I needed it. I needed everything my men gave me.

  “Take it,” Sully said, as if he could sense how close I was.

  “Yes!” I gasped.

  “You’re ours, Mary.” Parker’s voice was a rough, guttural sound.

  “Yes!” I repeated.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  I needed to be filled, claimed, fucked. I needed to be pinned between the two of them, for that was where I belonged.

  “Can I come?” I asked. I wanted their permission, wanted to give them everything. My control was all that I had left and once they gave their affirmations, it was gone. I handed it to them like my body, my pussy, my ass, my heart.

  “Now, sweetheart. Come now and I’m going to fill you up.”

  “Yes. Come and squeeze our cocks. Milk the seed, take it deep.”

  The waves of pleasure and need were too great. I succumbed in one tense, bright burst of light. My body tensed, my scream trapped in my throat. All I could do was clench and squeeze, hold my men deep inside me, to work the seed from their body in the most elemental of ways.

  Sully’s grip tightened on my thighs and with one last thrust, he groaned. Hot seed pummeled my insides, spurt after thick spurt. Parker immediately followed, that grip on my shoulder tightening and his cock pulsing deep inside me.

  Their seed coated me. Marked me. Made me theirs. There was nothing left between us. No barriers. No walls. No dastardly plan.

  We were free.

  I whimpered when Parker pulled out, sighed when Sully slid free, but snuggled into them as they moved on either side of me. I was still between them, still had their hands on me. Nothing would separate us. I had physical reminders of this—a stinging bottom, surely some bruises forming on my hips, seed slipping from me, but I didn’t even need any of it, for I had their hearts and they had mine.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  USA Today Bestselling author

  Who doesn't love the romance of the old West? Vanessa Vale takes the sensual appeal of rugged cowboys a step further with her bestselling books set in the Montana Territory. They are much more than just sexy historical westerns. They're deliciously naughty reads that sometimes push the boundaries of fantasy. It's pure escapism with quite a few very hot, very alpha cowboys.

  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. If that weren't enough, she also writes under the pen name, Vanessa Dare.

  She lives in the Wild Wild West where there's an endless source of 'research' material.

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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 Kidnapped Bride

  Their Wayward Bride

  Their Captivated Bride

  Their Treasured Bride

  Their Christmas Bride

  Their Reluctant Bride

  Wildflowers Of Montana Series

  Rose

  Hyacinth

  Dahlia

  Daisy

  Lily

  Western Widows

  Sweet Justice

  Mine To Take

  Relentless

  Naked Choke

  Sleepless Night

  Man Candy

 

 

 


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