by Vanessa Vale
"The head's coming. I see dark, dark hair, Olivia."
"Olivia!" A man's voice shouted from downstairs.
Someone was here! "Get Mason and Brody. Hurry!" I yelled.
Thundering footsteps got louder as Olivia made a feral sound deep in her throat as she pushed again.
Fortunately, it was Mason and Brody who came through the bedroom door and stood stunned as their wife labored. It did not seem as if their baby was going to wait any longer and I was relieved it was them instead of Quinn or another man.
"Holy hell, woman," Mason muttered, standing stock still in the middle of the room. "I see a head."
I stood and moved out of the way, thankful someone—anyone—was here with us. Fortunately, Olivia had her husbands with her at this perfect moment.
"What do we do?" Brody asked me.
The usually levelheaded man was completely befuddled. "Keep her calm, hold her up as she pushes. Catch the baby." I hoped that was what they were supposed to do, although Olivia and the baby were doing fine without any of our help. "Go to her."
Brody nodded once and dashed to Olivia's side so he could sit and hold her forward as she gripped her knees.
I leaned against the wall and watched as Mason held his new baby's head as it came out, then with words of encouragement, spurred Olivia to push once again. He caught the baby as it came out quickly once the shoulders passed.
"It's a girl," he said, glancing up at his wife with amazed eyes.
I was transfixed by the joy that was shared between them. The baby cried and they all began to laugh. Brody grabbed a clean shirt that hung from a peg on the wall and gave it to Mason, who wrapped the tiny infant. He handed her off to Olivia as Brody unbuttoned the front of her nightgown.
"Put her to your breast, love."
Olivia, sweaty and tired, but smiling from ear to ear, did as Brody instructed.
Voices filled the downstairs. Emma and Ann came into the room, winded and red cheeked. They looked at the baby, Olivia, the men and then at me. Ann put a hand on my arm and I jumped. She smiled at me reassuringly. "Go downstairs. Your men are waiting for you." I glanced at Olivia who was listening to whatever Brody was whispering in her ear. "We can help her from here."
Emma had already gone over to Olivia but I looked at Ann. I felt as if I'd run from town, weary and elated and exhausted and happy. I gave the new family one last look and felt a deep, almost painful longing in my chest. I wanted this. I wanted Connor and Dash to look at me the way Mason and Brody were looking at Olivia, with complete love and adoration mixed with a fair amount of awe. While they were big and brawny men, she'd done something so incredible that neither of them could do.
I took my time going down the stairs. I'd only been at Bridgewater two days but I'd learned so much. Everything I'd been taught about being married had been a complete lie. Not once had Mrs. Dithers or my father—even Cecil—ever mentioned the word love. I saw it in the way all the other couples at Bridgewater looked at each other, touched each other, even interacted. The men truly cared for their wives, doted on them. Needed them. In turn, the women flourished and became bold and brave and confident.
Dash and Connor had shown me all of this in the short time we were married. They'd treasured me in a way I hadn't expected, hadn't thought was even appropriate. What was appropriate? Was it appropriate for my husbands to care about my needs enough to make me come again and again? Was it appropriate for my husbands to care about my safety enough to have me spend the day with others as I learned about the ranch and living in Montana? Was it appropriate for my husbands to show me the closeness, the intimacy that could be found in a marriage? The answer to all of it was yes.
I wanted to do all of the dark, wicked things with them they promised and I put my palm against my hip, feeling the plug in my pocket. I wanted to be cherished and tended to, to be sought out after a long day of work and carried over a shoulder to be fucked. Yes, fucked. I'd been the one to resist, to question. No longer.
I wanted it all. When I came through the doorway and into the kitchen where most of the men were milling and saw Dash and Connor, I knew just what to do. When they came over to me, their gazes heated and alive and solely for me, I did it.
I reached up and hooked my hand behind Dash's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
CHAPTER NINE
DASH
Rebecca was kissing me. She was kissing me. Her mouth was hot and eager and I felt every bit of the pent up need she'd been holding back. When her tongue ran over my bottom lip, I opened my mouth and pulled her into my arms, for I didna want to give up this surprisingly new Rebecca. She tasted sweet and fresh and alluring, but for what she lacked in skill she made up for it in earnestness. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I hardened instantly.
We'd pushed our horses to return to the ranch at the sounds of the shots. We were about a mile away but they could be heard easily enough. Only two shots had been fired, but we didna wait for more. Two was enough to make us anxious, even with Quinn remaining nearby. He'd gone to Kane and Ian's house, thinking the shots had come from there, while Mason and Brody had gone directly home.
"Have a kiss like that for me?" Connor asked, his voice a dark growl. Clearly he was surprised—and pleased—by our wife's boldness.
Rebecca lifted her head, turned toward Connor and nodded. She flicked her gaze to mine, then released me entirely only to jump up and wrap her arms around Connor's neck. He grabbed her about the waist with a chuckle, eyes wide in surprise, but they slid closed as she kissed him.
She was being the aggressor, the one to seek pleasure from us. I liked it. I liked it verra much. In fact, if there were nae three other men in the room along with us, I'd have tossed her over the kitchen table and fucked her then and there.
"Is she all right?" Kane asked, eyebrow raised in surprise at Rebecca's very public display of eagerness.
The sound of a newborn’s cry came through the ceiling and we both looked up as if we could see through it. I couldna help but grin, for the idea of a new baby—a new life at Bridgewater—was thrilling. I longed for the day when it would be our baby, a baby with Rebecca's dark hair and fair skin.
"I'd be a hysterical mess if I’d helped birth a baby on my own," Kane told me. He'd been through the experience once with Emma and she'd had Ann to help her. "I will never forget when Ellie was born. Holy bloody hell, it was awful." He ran a hand over his face. "I remember Emma's every groan, every scream. I even vowed I'd never fuck her again if it would stop the agony she experienced."
I somehow doubted he'd kept that vow in the eight months since the birth.
"But as soon as little Ellie came into the world, Emma forgot the pain, forgot the months of feeling like a lumbering cow—her words, not mine—and now she wants another one. I don't know if I'll be able to go through that again, but I'll give that woman whatever she wants."
I couldna help but grin. This man—this smart, strong man—was reduced to a blundering idiot where his wife and child were concerned. "I guess ye will have to start fucking her again for that to happen."
Kane grinned. "Start? Hell, we barely stop." He glanced at Rebecca and Connor. He lowered her back to her feet and kissed her forehead. "Looks like you won't either."
"What happened to the porch railing?" Ian asked, joining us.
Rebecca leaned her head against Connor's chest for a moment, and then turned her face. Her cheeks were red and she looked perfect. Her hair was mussed, her dress wrinkled. "I shot it."
I laughed. "Sweetheart, we have to give ye lessons on how to use a rifle, don't we?"
"Absolutely," she agreed.
"Later. Yer job here is done." Connor said, lifting Rebecca up and tossing her over his shoulder with a squeal from her. "Now, we are taking ye home and ye can finish having yer way with us."
"No, Connor, now. I need it now," she pleaded.
Connor froze in his tracks and looked to me, cocked his head and grinned. "Whatever our wife wants."
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p; If our wife needed to be fucked at that moment, I wasna going to deny her. I spun on my heel and went down the hall to Mason and Brody's office. Connor followed, kicking the door shut behind him before lowering Rebecca to her feet.
"Ye need to be fucked, sweetheart?" I asked.
She was panting now, her breath coming out from between parted, kiss-swollen lips. Her color was high and her eyes were blurry, almost dazed. She nodded.
"Say it, lass," Connor told her.
She cleared her throat, tipped up that chin in a usual show of defiance. This time, though, it was boldness. "Fuck me."
"Bloody hell," I murmured as I approached, walking her backward until she bumped into the wall. I felt predatory, almost feral in my need for her in this moment. Her eyes met mine and I knew she wanted this, wanted me—us. "This is going to be a quick fuck, sweetheart."
She nodded her understanding and licked her lips.
"Take out my cock."
With eager fingers, she undid my belt, then the front placket of my hands. My cock spilled into her waiting hands, hard as stone. I didna offer a chance for her to play. Instead, I reached down and lifted up the hem of her dress, hooked it over my forearms, grabbed her about the waist and lifted her up, pressing her into the wall so we were eye level. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs about my waist and—thank Christ—she wasna wearing any drawers, causing my cock to slide over her slick folds and for the head of my cock to tuck into her eager, wet cleft.
I thrust up into her in one deliberate, rough stroke. Her head arched back at the way I filled her, and she cried out. The feel of her hot, tight walls clenching down on me was heaven. I didna want to move, but breathed her in, savored her within my arms, her legs around me. She was with me, right with me in this. I couldna remain still though, and pulled back to thrust deep again. Over and over. I gave up any semblance of control, for it was impossible. My balls tightened and I felt my orgasm approaching.
Our breaths mingled and the sound of fucking—wet and rough—filled the air.
"I'm going to come, sweetheart," I said, breathing against the damp skin of her neck. I angled my hips so I rubbed against her clit each time I filled her. "Ye are going to come with me. Let go and I'll be here to catch ye."
Gripping her arse, I lifted and lowered her onto me, taking her hard and without restraint. The way she was panting, the way she hissed my name out between breaths, she was right there with me.
Once, twice I plunged, and I came hard—hard enough to groan and slap my hand against the wall, my mind gone, hard enough to only care about the feel of her sweet pussy squeezing my cock. I spurted into her, again and again to overflowing, my seed seeping from her and down over her thighs. Continuing to rub my cock deep inside her, she quickly followed me over, crying out her pleasure before leaning forward to muffle her sounds in my shoulder. Her pussy clenched down on me even more, all but pulling my cock even deeper into her, as if she wanted to keep it there.
I was spent, my energy completely gone and I tried to catch my breath. Carefully, I lowered Rebecca to the ground, held her as she got her feet beneath her, my cock only slipping out once she stood upright. Connor came over then and took a hold of her, allowing me to step back and recover. If a quick fuck up against the wall had me feeling like this, I wasna going to make it a week. I would, though, die a happy man.
"Still have that plug in yer pocket, lass?" Connor asked.
Rebecca looked as sated as I felt, leaning against the wall heavily as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. She nodded as she retrieved the object from the folds of her dress and handed it to Connor. He directed her toward the desk with the tilt of his chin. She must have known what he planned, for she leaned over the flat surface without direction.
Connor lifted her skirts and bunched them up at the small of her back. "Spread yer legs, lass. Let me get a good look at ye."
She did as he bid, her cheek resting against the cool wood. I came to stand beside Connor, took the plug from him. "Dash is going to work that plug into yer arse while ye suck my cock."
"I...I don't know how," she replied, her voice rough with desire. I could see her arousal hadna waned from the carnal look in her eye.
"Dinna worry, he'll instruct ye," I told her.
"Ye will please me greatly," Connor added as he went around the desk to where Rebecca gripped the edge, her head placed perfectly for taking his cock.
As Connor opened his pants, I ran the plug over her smooth pussy, collecting my seed and moving it back to coat her arse. I did this slowly and patiently as Connor instructed Rebecca on how to suck cock. I wanted to watch as she took him into her mouth, as her tongue slid over the thick vein that ran along the underside, how it went deeply into her mouth, but I focused on her arse and getting it trained to take us.
The tight ring of muscle resisted the plug's insertion, but I slipped a finger into her pussy and felt my slick essence. She instantly relaxed, softening to the pleasure of my action, allowing me to push the plug slowly, very carefully, deeper and deeper into her. The wide middle stretched her more than ever before and she groaned around Connor's cock. I felt the hard object pressing into her through the thin wall that separated it from my finger.
"Whatever ye are doing, dinna stop. If she makes a sound like that again, I'll come," Connor growled.
I couldna help but grin, imagining the tight, hot feel of Rebecca's mouth around my cock.
"The plug's almost in, sweetheart. Relax. Good girl." The plug slipped in the remainder of the way, closing up around the tapered head. With it secure, I wasna done. It was time to fuck her with it, verra carefully, so she could know the pleasure found in arse play, in fucking, so that when she was ready, she'd be eager for it.
While Connor fucked her mouth, I pushed and pulled at the plug, stretching her wide, then closed, over and over. Her eyes slipped shut and she began to moan. Connor hissed out a breath. "I'm going to come, lass. Take it all. Yes, bloody hell, yes. Swallow it down."
Connor praised her as he came and I watched as her throat worked to swallow all of his seed.
Once spent, he pulled free, squatted down before her, and used his thumb to wipe away a spot of seed at the corner of her mouth. "Are ye ready, lass, to take both of us?"
Connor glanced up at me as I continued to play with her arse.
"She's ready," I said. "She likes it."
"Do ye?" Connor stroked Rebecca's hair from her face.
She nodded dreamily.
"Then tis time."
Aye, it was time to fully claim our bride.
CHAPTER TEN
REBECCA
I barely remembered the ride back to the house. I'd come when Dash was fucking me—yes, it was fucking and it was incredible—and then brought me to the brink of it as he played with the plug in my bottom. The arousal only intensified as I brought Connor to climax with my mouth. I'd watched as he'd given over to his baser needs, as he began to shift his hips and fuck into my mouth. It was a heady experience, watching him succumb and knowing I had that kind of power over him. When he'd spilled his seed in my mouth, I'd eagerly swallowed it, the taste of it only making me more desperate to come again.
It was not to be, for the men carried me through the house and put me on Connor's lap for the ride to the house with the plug still filling me. I clenched down on it over and over, but the combination of feeling so full there, and yet empty deep in my pussy, had me aching with the need for their cocks.
I needed them.
Dash took me from Connor's lap and carried me directly upstairs and into his bedroom. I worked the buttons of my dress free as we went. "Eager?" Dash asked.
I couldn't help but smile and feel shy, but not enough to stop. "I'm wearing too many clothes," I admitted.
Connor came in right after I said this.
"We've created a vixen," Dash told him, working the laces free of my corset. "A cock-hungry vixen who needs what, sweetheart?"
I should have been shocked by his crude words,
but I wasn't. "Needs my husbands to fuck me."
Both men waited for me to continue. "Together, if you think I'm ready." I lifted my chemise over my head, leaving me in just my stockings.
The men took a moment to just look at me, their gazes raking over my breasts, my thighs, my pussy and in that moment I felt beautiful.
"Put yer hands on the bed and show us yer arse, lass. Let's see how well ye take that plug."
I didna wait; in fact, I turned and did as Connor bid with eagerness. I could feel the plug in my bottom—it was too big to forget about it. It was quite large and it filled me more deeply and was broader as well. The men's cocks were large, very large, and I knew to be able to accommodate one I'd need to be stretched more and more, but was this enough? Could I handle a cock?
One man stood behind me, his hand stroking over my bottom and down my thigh. I couldn't see who it was, nor could I tell by the hand alone. It didn't matter though, because I thought of their touches as one. They were my husbands and their hands on me were the same. Connor or Dash, they were mine and they could touch me, play with me, even use my body as they saw fit. They had earlier in Olivia's house and I reveled in it.
Dash came to stand beside me and cupped my breasts. "I love yer breasts, sweetheart. So big, so perfectly responsive."
I couldn't agree with him more, for as his fingers worked my nipples, I shifted my hips. Connor worked the plug from me and I exhaled, feeling very empty. He didn't keep me that way for long, but worked the plug back in, then out, again and again. The smooth wood was working the tender tissues just inside my bottom, and my arousal flared back to life. It was a different sensation than having their fingers deep inside my pussy, or fucking me with their cocks. In my bottom, it was more intense, a jangly, dark pleasure that made my skin mist with sweat and my breath sough from my lungs.
"How do ye feel, lass?" Connor asked.
"Treasured," I moaned. The men's hands paused at their ministrations for a brief moment, and then began again.
