Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (12 page)

Kane leaned his head toward mine. I noticed his clean, male scent. Soap and something else I didn't recognize, but it was intoxicating. I clenched my thighs together. "As you can see, Ian and I are not the only ones with hard cocks."

I did feel some satisfaction in knowing my men were as aroused as I. "To what are they referring?" I asked.

"She has a plug in her ass."

My eyes widened thinking about having my bottom opened and stretched as it had been earlier during a meal. In public.

"Ye wonder why she has a plug inside her now, at dinner?" Ian leaned in and whispered.

It was as if he could read my mind. I gave a small, curt nod.

"In time, you will keep a plug in your arse for longer durations so that you are able to take a cock, to take both of us at the same time," Kane told me. "Stretching you, filling you with the plug for a few minutes was just a start."

"Surely not at dinner?" I squeaked.

Ian shrugged casually. "We will have to see, ye ken, and before ye say anything further, it is nay your decision."

"We will decide what's best for you," Kane added. "Just like Robert and Andrew decide for Ann."

"It's best to have a...plug in me?"

"To take a cock in your arse, for both of us to take you at the same time, yes. We do not wish to hurt you and will only claim that delectable hole of yours when you are truly prepared," Kane said, cutting his steak. This conversation was preposterous; talking about plugs and bottoms over a meal was unfathomable. Until now.

"Prepared and aroused," Ian added.

I gulped at the thought, remembering the size of their cocks, how big they'd felt when they'd fucked me. How good it had been. They wanted to put them...there? One in my bottom and one in my pussy, at the same time? What had I gotten myself into? And why,
why
was the idea of them taking me in such a way only adding to the need they'd aroused in me?

"Ann enjoys it when we fuck her ass, which we do frequently," one of her husbands said. "We are very careful with her, ensuring she is ready for us. She needs a maintenance plug so that she is stretched enough to take us."

"We are doing it for her," the other added. "Everything we do is for Ann."

"This entire conversation is an odd choice for dinner," I commented. "Odd in general."

"Weren't expecting two husbands?" Rhys asked. I looked down the table at the dark haired man.

"Certainly not," I replied.

"Assumed ye'd be fucked beneath the covers with the lamp extinguished?" Ian asked, light eyebrow raised.

I could feel my cheeks heat. "That is what I'd heard," I replied. I thought of Thomas and Allen and Clara and they'd certainly provided an alternative to a bed. What I'd had to do for my husbands in the stage had also altered my perspective.

"Perhaps, baby, what you heard wasn't normal," Kane said, placing his hand on top of mine and offering a light squeeze. "Perhaps what we do here at Bridge
water
is
normal."

I frowned. "What is normal then?"

"Normal is whatever a husband wishes. Whatever pleases a wife. It could be straight fucking."

"It could be arse fucking," Ian added.

"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 downstairs. 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."