Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (16 page)

"Stop, baby." Kane's voice cut through my panic. "The men, they're gone." Gripping tightly to Ian's shirt, I turned my head and saw the backs of the retreating men upon their horses. "This is not a theater show. Your punishment was warranted for your reckless behavior and they observed it, knowing now you are contrite and will not put your life, or those of anyone else, in danger. But fucking, they did not need to see."

I relaxed every tense muscle, which had me sinking lower on Ian's cock. He nudged the very entrance to my womb and I moaned.

"Ye are nay to come, Emma." Ian took me hard, filling me roughly. My breath escaped with every thrust. "Open her dress. I want to see her breasts."

Kane stepped behind me, reached around and ripped my bodice open, little buttons flying through the air. Dipping his hands into my corset, Kane lifted my breasts free.

"Oh, look at ye. I love the sight of ye getting well fucked," Kane said in my ear.

I cried out from one adept stroke.

"You're so beautiful. Can you feel how much Ian wants you? How much he's missed you? How desperate he was when you wanted to rescue him?"

My breasts jiggled with each hard slap of my thighs against his. The sound of my arousal, slippery wet and slick, filled the air.

"Dinna come, Emma," Kane warned.

My head fell back, my eyes squeezed shut as I panted. "Why?" Ian sucked a nipple into his mouth, drew on it, tugging the tip into a tight furl.

"Ye must ken how frantic I felt when you charged up the hillside," Ian growled against my breast. His short beard was soft and prickly at the same time, only heightening my sensitivity. "How desperate I was. So out of control. It is nay your job to rescue me. It is your job to remain safe or you will make me insane."

His hands tightened about my waist just as he pulled me down onto him, his cock swelling inside of me as he came, his hot seed coating my womb.

His sweaty forehead pressed against my breasts as he recovered, his breath soughing out of his lungs, but he loosened his secure hold. Not that I had any intention of moving. I had his cock filling me up and I wanted completion only he could give me. Clenching my inner walls around him, I felt tremors of my desire, but it wasn't enough to make me come. It seemed it was not to happen. Even shifting my hips offered no relief.

"Is she ready?" Ian asked, his hot breath fanning my chest.

"Yes," Kane replied.

He lifted his head and looked at me. Desire was still etched in the hard line of his jaw, his pale eyes hooded from his release. "Your arse is ready for me, Emma?"

I clenched his cock once again, the idea of him taking me as they'd planned, now, had my arousal simmering. I was so desperate, so needy for my release, Ian's cock buried within me while remaining still was torture. "Yes." I repeated Kane's words.

Ian plucked at a long tendril of my hair.

"Then it is time."

CHAPTER TEN

IAN

I scrubbed the dirt and sweat from hard days on a horse. The water in the hip tub was cold, but it didna matter. Emma's cries of pleasure and begging wafted through the air from Kane's bedroom. After I'd recovered from fucking her – and the scare to my heart when I'd seen her galloping and gun wielding – I'd tossed her onto my lap for the ride back to the house. I hadn't been afraid for her safety as we wouldna hurt her, but knowing she would have done something so dangerous if I really had been in trouble had my ire rise. She had nay thought to her safety. She dinna ken what she meant to me.

Mason had been waiting to take care of the horses as Kane and I took care of our wife. Once upstairs, we stripped her bare and unceremoniously tied her hands to the brass headboard.

This hadn't been done without questions or opposition from Emma, who vehemently apologized and protested. She was not going to go off and do something dangerous like that again. While I bathed, Kane worked her body, keeping her arousal elevated, yet not allowing her to come. The spanking had been her punishment, rightly enough, but torturing her with pleasure was a perk I relished as I scrubbed my body clean.

When I'd come across MacDonald and McPherson in Bozeman, I'd expected a kill-or-be-killed situation. There was nay chance of my return to England. There was nay chance, if Evers had indeed tracked me down personally, he would have let me live to make such a journey. When I'd found my friends to be the men Simon had heard about, the relief had been immeasurable. Discovering they wished to live in the Montana Territory, start anew as well, only made me happy. I ken Simon must've felt the irony at discovering one of the men who he'd alerted me to was indeed his brother.

And so we returned as a merry group, until Emma rushed up the rise like Boadicea, all beauty and fierce protectiveness. This lack of personal safety proved to me that she considered me hers just as much as she was mine. The revelation had me grinning, sitting naked in a small tub with my knees practically by my ears. She hadn't said that she loved us, but her actions spoke for her. She would not have ridden into potential danger if she didna care. I felt at peace for the first time in...years. Evers was still a threat, but I could not live my life in constant fear of the man. I could, however, live the rest of my days with Emma with me, between me and Ian. I was possessive of her, perhaps excessively so, but that was what a husband felt for his woman. Protectiveness, possessiveness and the stirrings of love. I finished my bath with additional haste and returned to my family.

Kane had her legs spread, knees bent. His hand between her thighs, two fingers filling her arse. From where I stood in the doorway, drying myself, I could see he was ensuring she was completely slick with the lubricant.

Emma was stunning. Her eyes were closed, her head back, mouth open. Chestnut locks fanned out on the pillow behind her head, her arms over her head with her wrists secured. This placement forced her breasts up, her nipples tight and a cherry red. Perhaps the moans I'd heard from the tub had been Kane playing with those sweet tips. There was additional length in the rope, but the knots securing her were sufficient. She was just where we wanted her.

Kane looked to me, his gaze hooded, his desire evident in the rigidity of his cock. At some point he'd stripped as well. "She's ready."

"Yes, please. Ian, I need to come!" Emma begged, her breathing ragged and deep.

Kane moved to lie next to Emma, side by side. I knelt on the bed, lifted Emma up and flipped her over so she was astride Kane's waist, one of her knees on either side of his hips. With her wrists tied, she couldna move. Kane slipped his head between her arms. As I reached for the jar of lubricant, Kane shifted Emma as he wanted, forcing her down onto his cock. My seed from her earlier fucking made the action easy and both of them made sounds of pleasure.

Coating my fingers, I tested her tight pink pucker. It had been days since I'd touched her here, but Kane had assured me of her readiness. I took a moment to play, circling my fingers over the slick opening, pushing against the tight ring. When my fingers slipped in without much effort, I knew he was correct. The feel of her, so tight with Kane's cock right there, separated from my fingers with just a thin membrane, had my balls tightening and the need to claim her intense.

"Oh God," Emma moaned.

"It's time, baby. Time to make you ours. Together."

"Yes!" she cried as Kane rocked his hips up into her.

Coating my cock with additional lubricant, I nudged the broad head to her virgin hole. I took her only a short time ago, but my cock was pulsing, aching to feel her walls around it once again. Carefully, slowly, I pressed forward, knowing my cock was larger than any of the plugs Kane had used on her while I'd been away. She might have adjusted to accept something filling her, but a cock was different. Bigger, deeper and most certainly harder.

Stroking a hand down her back, soothing her, I murmured words of encouragement.
Good girl. You're ours now. Ah, my cock's in you. Relax. You took another inch. Such a pretty sight taking both our cocks. Breathe, baby. That's it. I'm in all the way.

She was completely filled. Little mewling sounds escaped her throat as she held perfectly still. I met Kane's gaze. His jaw was clamped tightly, undoubtedly struggling to hold off pumping into her just as I was. We both took a moment to let her settle, let her adjust to having us cram her so bloody full. Her back was so silky smooth against the hard line of my chest. Kane lifted his hands to cup her breasts, rub his thumbs over her sensitive tips. With her hands bound, she could do nothing but accept whatever we gave her.

"You're so big. I'm filled so deep. I...I don't know what to do," she whimpered. Her pale skin was coated in a sheen of perspiration, her hair clinging to her damp skin. She licked her lips, her eyes closed.

"You don't have to do anything, baby. It's time for us to take care of you," Kane said. He offered me a brief nod and he moved, pulled back so he almost withdrew, then slid back in. As he did so, I pulled back, so we worked in opposition, one filling her as the other retreated. We kept a slow pace, a consistent, mind-numbing pace. "This is where you belong. Between us. You were made to be filled by our cocks. You're ours, baby."

"Ours," I repeated on a growl.

Emma was lost, wild, abandoned. She cried out, tears sliding down her cheeks as she pushed her breasts into Kane's palms. We didn't stop, didn't let her catch her breath. "Yes!"

"Come, baby. Your pleasure belongs to us.
You
belong to us."

At my command, she came, screaming so loud the men in the stable had to have heard. Her body squeezed and pulsed around my cock, which had me falling off the cliff directly after her. I couldn't hold back with the tight constriction of her arse. My seed filled her up. Kane followed directly after, pulling her down onto his chest, letting her recover as we were connected as one.

EMMA

I must have dozed, for when I came awake, I was curled into Kane's side, Ian pressed against my back, my body feeling empty as their cocks were gone. I did, however, feel the remnants of their releases, sticky and warm coating my pussy and thighs. My hands had been released. The room was bright with daylight, only just shy of the noon meal. We were in bed, lounging during a busy summer's day on the ranch. It felt...decadent. I reveled in the feel of both men surrounding me.

Ian was home. He was safe.

Kane kissed my forehead as I felt Ian's hand stroking my back.

"Ye willna go off trying to save me again, Emma," Ian said, just before kissing my spine.

"We are here to protect you. There are two of us, yet only one of you," Kane added.

"But you are irreplaceable!" Didn't they understand that I wanted both of them?

"Ah, lass," Ian breathed. "It's our job to protect ye. To possess ye just like we did."

"I can feel your possessiveness dripping out of me," I replied dryly.

"Mmm, yes. It's a beautiful sight."

I idly swirled my finger through the soft hairs on Kane's chest. "If your job is to protect me, what is my job?"

Kane retreated and turned me so I was on my back between them. He delved his hand between my thighs and through their mixed seed. I looked into his dark eyes. All hints of anger, of lust, were gone. In its place was most definitely the possessiveness he spoke of. "To take our seed. Again and again until it takes root and you swell with our child."

Ian came up on an elbow on my other side and looked down at me. "Do ye ken this is enough to make a baby, lass? We are a family, and soon, hopefully very soon, a growing family. Nothing will separate us."

"Nothing," Kane reiterated.

"What of the others?"

Kane frowned. "You ask after the other men while Ian plays with your cunny?"

"They need to find their own wives," Ian muttered. "Perhaps, Kane, we have not done enough to make her remember to whom she belongs."

He slipped a finger into me and I sighed. "I...I remember."

"I'm not so sure," Kane countered. "Since it is your job to make the baby, it is most certainly your men's job to fill you with seed to do so."

"I...I would not want you to be remiss in your duties," I said, my eyes falling shut as my legs fell wide.

Ian moved between my legs and filled me in one easy stroke. "I will never get enough, lass."

His breath fanned my neck.

"Never," Kane added.

"Never," I whispered, as my husbands claimed me once again.

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