Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (13 page)

"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 spurting 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.

***

"Who's going with you?" I asked Ian from the kitchen doorway. He was brewing a pot of coffee. Emma was asleep in my bed, not stirring when either of us left the room. I'd slipped on my pants, but that was all. Ian was dressed, even had his gun belt slung low on his hips. It was late, close to midnight, and we had the house to ourselves. The only sound came from the ticking of the grandfather clock in the other room.

"Mason." Ian's hair was mussed and instead of going to sleep beside Emma, he'd be heading toward Bozeman to find out who had come for him.

"Evers won't come himself."

"Nay. A scouting party." He grabbed a mug. "He won't sully his hands with the dirty work."

I agreed. "The distance is too great,
the time too long to be away. How can he justify a trip to America? The Duke of Everleigh going to America." I shook my head. "Wouldn't happen."

"We should be gone a week." He shrugged, took a sip of the hot brew, winced. The man made coffee as thick as mud in the springtime. "Evers' men can wait a day. They've waited five years. One more day willna make a difference, ye ken. I want – hell, need – to take care of Emma's step-brother first."

My ire for the man flared to life like embers on a fire. "Thomas James."

Ian nodded. "Aye. I'll take care of the bastard."

Through gritted teeth, I replied, "Good."

"You'll protect her?" With the change in topic, he turned his head to look at me. His eyes were...bleak.

"Of course. You take care of her step-brother, I'll watch over her."

"I hadn't expected this to happen so quickly. I kent Evers would come after me eventually, but right after we found Emma? A cruel twist of fate. We've only just made her ours. I should be here with you both, as she should be trained by both her men. This fuck-all situation is preventing this."

We learned more in Mohamir than defending the Crown. When we were in charge of protecting a local secular leader – a man with three brothers, all of whom shared a wife. We discovered the staid Victorian ways we'd been raised with were only for the man's gain. In England, a woman was a husband's property, to use and abuse as he saw fit, all the while fucking a string of mistresses, leaving his wife cold and unfulfilled. The Mohamiran leader's wife, when we met her, was a submissive in the five-person marriage, but was quite happy. She was cherished – a word the leader used frequently – and protected by not one man, but several. Her needs were met, every carnal desire fulfilled. When one of the brothers had died in a fall from a horse, she was not left alone, destitute and without a means to support herself or her children. We learned much from the leader, from all of the brothers, and we chose to follow the Mohamiran culture's claiming of a bride.

England was not the place to fulfill this alternative way of life. It would be too hard to hide. America, especially the West, was a new frontier, where open land abounded and men were free.

Ian and I had been close like brothers for years. There had been no question we would share a bride. Until Emma, the woman was just a dream. And now, she was upstairs, sleeping off our attentions. No way in bloody hell would Ian miss out on her. Evers wouldn't take that away from him as he had his rank, his military career and his country.

"Go. Take care of the problem, then come back."

"Her arse is mine, Kane." He looked at me directly. Clearly.

I nodded. "I'll get her ready for you."

I'd taken her virginity, her maidenhead. He would claim her arse.

"I'll be back."

EMMA

It was the second morning I awoke engulfed in a man's embrace. This one, however, was not Ian. I'd come to recognize my men quickly – had it only been two days? – and they felt differently, smelled differently, held me differently.

This was Kane. His hands were rougher. His scent was...him. Woodsy, fresh air. Cinnamon. Ian held me like two spoons in a drawer. Kane had me sprawled across the top of him, one of my legs tossed over his, my breasts pressed into him, the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest tickling me. I was comfortably settled with my head on his shoulder, my nose nudging his neck. I breathed him in, relishing his stillness. I could take my time to study him, think about him, what he and Ian had done to me the night before. The last I remembered, I was on my belly, my knees tucked beneath me, both men's hands between my spread thighs. They'd worked both my holes and I came, again and again. I'd been mindless, lost to the pleasure they'd wrung from my body. I hadn't cared that two men were touching me. I hadn't cared that Ian's fingers had penetrated my bottom. I hadn't cared that I'd sucked both men's cocks and swallowed all of their seed. They'd made it seem intimate and special and that my body was made just for them.