Their Accidental Bride (Bridgewater Brides)

by Kelly Dawson

  Shane and Roscoe both chuckled. They reacted the same way so often that I was beginning to wonder if they could read each other’s minds. They took my hands and tugged them away from my hair, tucking my hands under their arms, trapping me between them.

  “What will people say?” I tried again, struggling to free my hands, but my husbands’ held me fast.

  “You are to please us,” Roscoe said. “It doesn’t matter what people say; you are ours. And we like your hair just the way it is.”

  “Roscoe’s right,” Shane said. “You’re beautiful. Leave your hair. I like it.”

  “Do you really think I look pretty like this?” I asked shyly, feeling a light flush spread across my cheeks. Happiness danced inside of me. I wanted to please my men, of course I did. But it was hard to go against everything I had been taught. I’d never seen a married woman without her hair pinned up before. “Yes,” Roscoe and Shane both assured me, patting my hands. Another identical reaction, I thought. Sometimes, it was almost as if my men were one. Together, we walked out into the bright sunlight of the street and down the wooden boardwalk to the restaurant.

  10

  SHANE

  * * *

  After our meal, Elise walked between us back to the motel and I knew it was time to introduce our new bride to something new. She needed to learn what a Bridgewater marriage really meant – how to take two cocks at once. I patted my pocket, checking that the glass plug Ian had given me was still there. In my saddlebag was a small jar of thick oil to help make insertion easier. My cock hardened at the thought of embedding the small plug deep in Elise’s ass. It wasn’t enough that I had been first to claim her pussy. I wanted to plunder both her holes.

  Roscoe bolted the door. I patted the end of the bed. “Come here my love and bend over for me. Your training to please us is about to begin.”

  She looked at me, confused.

  “You have two husbands,” I pointed out. “We will both want to fuck you at once. Training will make it easier for you.”

  Her face paled. I watched as her eyes darted around the room, looking for escape. Her gaze settled on Roscoe, her eyes silently pleading with him to rescue her.

  “It’s not so bad,” Roscoe told her. “Some women say it’s quite enjoyable.”

  She swallowed. “What… what are you going to do to me?” Her voice was small, laced with confusion. Did she really not know? What had they taught her at that expensive-sounding finishing school she’d gone to? Certainly nothing that would be useful to her out here.

  I fished the plug out of my pocket and held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a sharp breath.

  “You want… to put that… that thing… inside me? Inside my bottom?” she stammered, her voice not much more than a pitiful squeak.

  “Yes,” I replied simply.

  “No!” she shook her head defiantly and took a step back, straight into Roscoe’s arms. “No! You’re not coming near me with that thing!”

  “Yes,” I said again. “If your body gets used to opening up for the plug, it will be much easier for you to take our cocks back there. Otherwise it might be hard for you. Painful.”

  “No.” She shook her head again, more vigorously this time. “Absolutely not! I will not have that… that abomination in me! Never!”

  “You will,” I insisted. And she would. I had already told her that I wanted an obedient wife. And Roscoe had even less time for argumentative women than I did. Already, I could see him flexing his hands as he held Elise wrapped in one arm. He might have been fooling her, by holding her protectively like that, but I knew he was on my side. Elise was ours. And we meant to have her, in every way that a man could have a woman.

  “You will,” Roscoe growled. “If you resist, I will bare your bottom and spank you thoroughly and then you will take the plug anyway.”

  Elise gasped and wrenched herself away from Roscoe, running to the window and peering out, down onto the street below. I could see her trembling.

  “Please, no!” she begged. “Please, don’t force me.” Tears glistened on her cheeks and I remembered what she’d gone through to end up here. The thought of being made to do something she didn’t want to do obviously terrified her. With a pang, I realized Roscoe and I were wrong to push her so far and I felt sorry for her. This was the woman we had pledged our lives to – promised to love, cherish and protect. She would not be punished for being frightened. Refusing out of fear was not the same thing as disobedience.

  It wasn’t often that I went against Roscoe, but I knew I had to now. It was the right thing to do. I turned to him and shook my head. Then I strode across the room and joined her at the window, resting my hand on her shoulder.

  “No.” I spoke softly, gently. “You won’t be forced. Nor will you be punished.” Elise sighed with relief. I risked a glance across at Roscoe and he glared at me, but after witnessing Elise’s relief that she would not be forced, I knew I was doing the right thing in standing up to him. He was the one who taught me to stand up for what was right, after all.

  I looked away from him quickly and continued speaking. “But you will be plugged,” I said. Her face still to the window, Elise sucked in a breath. “I will be gentle, I promise. And once it’s in, you will be rewarded. You already know how good a tongue feels on your clit.” To remind her, I slid my other hand down between her legs. The thick layers of petticoats barred my way, but my meaning was clear. Roscoe and I could make her squeal in pleasure as we had our wicked way with her and she knew it. Beneath my hands, her body trembled. I heard her breathe again. Absently, I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger, waiting for her to respond. And she would respond, I knew it. She had been trying so hard to please us and she would here, too. She just needed a little time to get used to the idea of having her bottom filled and plugged.

  “Wait.” Elise turned away from the window and spun to face me. She looked over at Roscoe then looked at me. “You told me you wouldn’t interfere in a punishment, but you just did. Why? I don’t understand.” Uncertainty crossed her face and she held her body rigid, like she was afraid she would get in trouble for speaking out of turn. Mr. Yates must have been truly cruel to frighten her so terribly.

  “I said I wouldn’t interfere in a well-deserved punishment,” I corrected her, emphasizing the words she had left out. “That’s different to stepping in to stop unjust treatment. Disobedience is punished, but fear isn’t. Roscoe missed your signs of fear and thought you were simply being disobedient.”

  “That’s true sweetheart.” Roscoe stepped forward. “My mother was a cantankerous woman, always contrary and arguing when she wasn’t lying and cheating. I don’t want a wife who argues every point and I won’t allow it. But Shane is right – if you are genuinely afraid and need more time, you can say so. You won’t be punished for that.”

  Elise nodded. I watched her square her shoulders, steel herself, and I smiled proudly. Our accidental bride was not short on courage, and that was a very necessary trait out here.

  “I think I’m ready,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But will you… will you be gentle with me?”

  “We will always be gentle with you, my love,” I assured her, pleased when her stiff body visibly relaxed. “We don’t ever wish to hurt you. You are ours, and we cherish what’s ours.”

  I took her hand and led her back to the bed, guiding her gently over it. Roscoe lifted up her skirts and parted her drawers, baring her to our gaze while I retrieved the jar of oil from my saddlebag in the corner. Just as I’d promised Elise, Roscoe was gentle with her as he smoothed her skirts up over her back and sat on the bed next to her, holding her hands out in front of her to help steady her.

  I smeared the thick oil liberally over the plug and parted her buttocks with my fingers, holding the head of the plug against her puckered hole. She stiffened, trying to clench her cheeks together.

  “Relax,” I commanded, holding her bottom apart. “Fighting it will only make it hurt.�
� Roscoe transferred both her wrists to one of his hands and smoothed her hair with his other hand, soothing her.

  Slowly, I worked the plug inside her, pressing and twisting it, forcing it past the tight barrier of her body. She whimpered as the plug breached her entrance and I held it still, letting her get used to it. I watched her body tighten and her hands tug against Roscoe’s grip as she held her breath.

  “Push against it. It will make it easier.”

  It slid in easily after that and I pushed it right in, watching her anus swallow the bulb, closing around it, leaving the flared base outside her body. Damn but she was beautiful! Her pussy, red and swollen from being fucked, winked from between her legs and the base of the plug glinted in the sun’s rays right in the center of her shapely bottom. It seemed a shame to cover her perfect bottom with clothes. I parted her drawers wider, wanting a better view. I nodded at Roscoe. It didn’t seem fair that he hadn’t seen our bride with her plug in, yet.

  “Stay right there sweetheart,” Roscoe told her, and he scrambled to his feet. He took his place beside me. Together, we ran our hands over her bottom, reaching under her drawers, rubbing her softly, sliding one finger up between her legs, grinning as she arched back into us.

  “You are the most beautiful bride in all of the Montana Territory,” Roscoe declared. “Plugged like this, for us, you are perfect.”

  Even though Elise couldn’t see it, I nodded in agreement. Roscoe was right. We might not have been looking for a wife when we came across Elise in distress. But now that we’d found her, we wouldn’t be letting her go for anything.

  “You might as well take your clothes off,” I said softly, standing up. “You won’t be going anywhere for a while. You’ll need time to get used to the plug before you start wearing it around.”

  Her body stiffened and she turned around to look at me. “I’ll be wearing this again? Wearing it around?” She sprang to her feet, righting her clothing with quick, fierce movements. A deep blush spread across her face and she avoided my gaze.

  “Yes sweetheart,” Roscoe answered.

  “Your bottom hole will often be filled,” I told her. “If not with your plug, with our cocks.”

  She looked up, her eyes wide with fear. “All the time?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “Not all the time.”

  “For an hour or so every day,” Roscoe said. “So we can fuck you there whenever we want without risk of hurting you.”

  “But you don’t need to worry,” I assured her. I seemed to be telling her that a lot. The men she was running from were obviously brutal. Briefly, I wondered how long it would take for us to trust that we were men of our word. We had promised never to hurt her, and we wouldn’t. Ultimately, the plug was for her pleasure as well as ours. We were not selfish men. We would make sure she was just as satisfied as we were.

  “We’ll take it slow,” Roscoe said. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

  “I promised you a reward,” I reminded her. “You will always be rewarded when you wear your plug for us.”

  As quickly as we could, Roscoe and I stripped her of her clothing and laid her gently back on the bed. We didn’t undress her slowly like we did before, taking our time to marvel at her body and kiss her naked skin, but instead we tore it from her eagerly, being careful not to tear her garments in our haste. As soon as we had her stretched out on the bed, her arms went immediately to her breasts, covering herself.

  “No.” I pushed them away. “Hands by your sides. We want to see all of you.” She blushed, but obeyed. It seemed our new bride was always blushing. As soon as one faded, a new flush of color spread across her cheeks. I liked it. We would have to keep her that way.

  Roscoe and I joined her on the bed. I lay on one side of her, Roscoe on the other. Elise was silent, but her body trembled slightly between us.

  “Close your eyes,” I whispered. She obeyed. She lay awkwardly with her hips lifted slightly off the bed, perhaps from the discomfort of the plug in her bottom so I slid my hand down her side, down her thigh, and traced small circles on the side of her leg, slowly moving ever upward, to that delicious spot between her thighs that already glistened with her juices. At the same time, Roscoe bent over her, his mouth over her breast, sucking her nipple into her mouth. Her body arched up; it was clear what she wanted.

  I slid my hand over her pussy, cupping her mound with my palm, my middle finger reaching down behind her, underneath her, to tap the base of the plug she wore. She let out a low moan, deep in her throat.

  While Roscoe concentrated on her breasts and neck, I lowered my mouth to that sweet spot between her legs and kissed her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue. I dipped two fingers inside her, feeling her wetness, making her squirm.

  Her body was alive under our hands, it was as though sparks danced across her skin. Her nerves quivered and trembled. Her breathing was ragged. She couldn’t speak, she could only whimper. She kept her eyes obediently closed, but I could tell it was a struggle. It was obvious she desperately wanted to open them, to see what we were doing, but I wanted them shut for a reason: so she would have to feel us, and not be distracted by watching us.

  I flicked her clit with my tongue again and a powerful orgasm ripped through her, raising her hips up off the bed, causing her arms to thrash against us and her legs bend. Her whole body trembled.

  It was a long time before she was able to speak, several minutes at least, and when she did, her voice was hoarse, breathless.

  “Was that my reward?”

  Roscoe chuckled. “Yes. Was it worth it?”

  “Hmmm.” She pretended to think for a moment, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She would keep us on our toes, this woman, and I liked it. I liked her sass. I liked her spirit.

  “Well?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “Yes,” she said slowly, smiling at each of us in turn. “Yes, I think it was. I think I’ll let you put that… that thing in me again, if you promise to do that each time.”

  “Of course, my love. Your pleasure is our command.” I bent my face to hers and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her salty muskiness on my lips. When I pulled away, Roscoe was right there, waiting to take my place.

  11

  ROSCOE

  * * *

  I couldn’t wait to get back to Bridgewater. I’d liked our wedding right enough, and I’d particularly enjoyed getting to know our new bride, but now it was time that we took her home. I needed to check on my crops. They would be ready to harvest soon and there was plenty of work to be done before then.

  My crops were healthy; the harvest would be good. And it would bring in plenty of money. Money I’d earned myself, with my own honest toil. It was a good feeling, earning an honest living. I couldn’t abide liars, cheats and swindlers. I would rather starve than follow my parents down their chosen dishonest path.

  But would it be enough for Elise? I hoped it would, but I wasn’t sure. I knew little of her life in Philadelphia, but I knew she had grown up in a home that wanted for nothing. I knew she expected to marry a man who could continue to keep her in the manner to which she was accustomed – that was why she had gone to that elegant school. Shane and I couldn’t provide that. Oh, we could provide for her well enough, but there would be no mansions or servants on our little ranch and life would be far different. Would we be enough for her? Would our modest income be enough for her? Or would she want more, more, always more, just like my mother did? I didn’t know.

  Elise stirred in my arms. I had intended for her to ride double with me, sitting behind my saddle, but her voluminous gown proved that to be impossible, so I held her on my lap instead. She sat sideways on me, with her arms around my neck, and I held her tight, keeping my horse at a steady walk. I was afraid a bouncy trot would send her toppling off and I feared she would squeal in terror at a lope. It would take near half the day to get home at this rate, but we couldn’t take any risks with our new wife.

  My cock throbbed as her bottom rubbed against me, her b
ody swaying with the movement of my horse. I couldn’t wait to get her home so I could plunge deep inside of her and take my fill. Shane could wait, this time. It was my turn to be first.

  I was lost in thought as we approached Bridgewater but I looked up at Shane’s yell.

  “What is that?” Elise asked, twisting in my arms to get a better look at the orange glow in the distance, a curlicue of smoke rising from it.

  “Fire,” I told her. I tried to keep the panic out of my voice but instinctively I clutched her tighter, kicked my horse into a smooth gallop. We had to get home.

  “That’s my blacksmith shop!” Shane shouted, fury and fear tinging his tone. He spurred his horse on, racing desperately for home, with Elise and I hot on his heels.

  My bride’s arms tightened around my neck and I held the reins in one hand, keeping Elise close to my body with the other. At any other time I would have enjoyed having this beautiful woman wrapped around me so tightly but right now I had other things on my mind. Fire! If it wasn’t gotten under control soon it would threaten the whole of Bridgewater. Our ranches, our livelihoods, our families.

  Elise clung to me, clearly terrified at the speed at which we were galloping, but I couldn’t slow down. She’d just have to hang on.

  My mind raced. Elise needed to be safe while we fought the fire. The Bridgewater men would all come and help no doubt, but the womenfolk would stay out of the way and mind the children. Elise needed to be with them. Our small ranch was closest to the smithy; she may not be safe in our cabin. But I didn’t have time to waste, taking her somewhere. She would just have to run to Emma’s. I wouldn’t even have time to unsaddle my horse.

  Men were running towards the fire as we approached Bridgewater and Shane was nowhere to be seen. I reined my horse up outside our cabin, hopefully far enough from the fire to be safe, but he tossed his head and snorted in fear. I would have to stable him. He would run away otherwise. I lowered Elise to the ground and leaped down myself.