Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (7 page)

"Kane, I...oh my," she sighed, her head falling back. Her hair was a wild tangle down her back.

"See, lass, no more pain. Only pleasure," Ian reiterated as he worked her hard little nub.

"Come again, baby. Come on my cock."

She was a natural at taking orders when her mind was distracted, for she came on command, her cunny walls milking me, strangling my cock in its pulsating grip. I came too, my hips driving up into her hard as my cock spurted thick ropes from my body, filling her with my seed.

The fit was so tight that as she shifted, my cum dripped out, coating her thighs along with her virgin's blood. She slumped down upon me, a warm weight upon my chest. She was a lusty one, easily to orgasm and most certainly claimed. I glanced up at Ian, his need to fuck Emma evident in every line of his body. He nodded his head in silent agreement. She was ours, and his turn was next.

IAN

The sun was shining when Emma finally stirred. She was on her side, her back curled up against my front. She made a sound in her throat and stretched before stiffening, remembering that she was not alone. I'd enjoyed the past few minutes just staring at her, amazed she was mine – mine and Kane's.

After Kane claimed her the night before, we bundled Emma into a long dressing gown supplied by Mrs. Pratt and slipped into the back entrance of the hotel. Neither Kane nor I had had any intention of spending the night in the brothel, no matter how easy it would have been to find an empty room and fuck our bride all night long. Instead, I'd carried her to my hotel room, sight unseen. We hadn't anticipated a bride when we'd taken the trip into town and Kane's room was down the hall. Since he'd claimed her first, she'd been mine for the night. Sharing wasn't an option at the hotel. We ken our marital ways to be honorable, but the people of Simms would not agree. Once on the ranch, however, the two husbands to one bride dynamic would not be hidden.

I'd stripped Emma, who was too tired to put up much of a fight, and helped her beneath the covers before she fell directly asleep. We didna ken her life story prior to the auction other than that of a bastard step-brother, but whatever her day had been like, it had exhausted her. Or perhaps it had been her initiation into fucking that had tired her so. I spent a long night with my cock hard and throbbing, waiting to claim her for myself.

"Good morning, wife," I murmured in her ear. I saw goose flesh rise on her arm above the sheet as my breath fanned over her nape. I smiled into her soft, heated skin.

Once we'd heard of the auction, our sole goal had been to recognize whether the woman up for bid was in danger of the other men, or if it was all an act. One look at her and we'd both known. She'd needed our help. She couldna have not fall into the clutches of the others. She would be ours.

It had been very late when Kane finally fucked her and I'd watched as he took her virginity. The look on her face when she'd been breached by Kane's cock would be something I remembered forever – the look of surprise, a hint of pain and the instant knowledge that she'd been claimed. When she came riding him, her head thrown back, her dark hair spilling down her back, breasts thrust forward, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

As I watched her sleep during the night, I considered her safety. It reassured me to ken that Kane would be there for her if the bastard Evers tracked me. We'd crossed an ocean and a continent to avoid the man and the crimes he'd pinned on me years ago. The others in the regiment who'd joined us here in the Montana Territory also had sullied reputations and lost rank, but they weren't wanted as I was. I kent, deep down I kent, Evers would find me. He'd find me and drag me back for trial. There was no question it would be soon. Finding a wife and settling into the happiness I knew would follow, was a luxury Evers would find a way to take from me. And so, my time with her was most assuredly short, and I was reassured to ken that Emma would be safe with Kane.

Many women had come before, for Kane and me, but there was no question Emma was different. Not only did she arouse every sexual need to a point where my balls ached with impatience to have her, but every protective, possessive desire as well. She wasn't a woman to fuck and leave. She was a woman to cherish, to protect, to possess, to dominate. I ran my fingers over her dark curls, silky soft. She was so very dainty. Sweet. Sexy as hell. Fucking her wouldn't be enough. We'd spend time training her to meet our every need, and her every pleasure. This is what husbands did for their wife. It was our job, our responsibility.

She began to stir, and twas time to make her mine. Finally! Later, the training would begin. My cock throbbed against the curve of her arse. When she stiffened in my arms, recognizing she was most certainly not alone and definitely naked, I shifted so that she lay beneath me, her soft breasts pillowing against my chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. I nudged one of my legs between hers and I felt the heat of her cunny against my thigh.

"Oh," she gasped in surprise. Her hands came up to push against my chest. She was so lovely when she awoke, her dark hair spread over the pillow, her pale eyes soft and sleepy.

"Expecting Kane?"

She nodded warily, licked her lips. I bit back a groan at the idea of what that little pink tongue could do.

"Dinna fear any jealousy or Kane's ire. Ye are my wife just as ye are his and he expects ye to be well fucked when we board the stage. By me."

Her eyes widened at my words. I wasn't going to soften them because of her innocence. I would speak and act as I planned to proceed. I would be gentle, however she would know my dominance. Shifting my hips, I nudged my cock against her inner thigh. The skin there was so satiny soft it made my cock pulse.

"We must rise for the stage, but first, I will fuck you, make you mine just as much as Kane's." My voice was deep with desire. "Every morning while ye are still abed, Emma, ye will be fucked either by me or Kane, or both of us together. Trust me in saying that ye will be quite eager for this soon enough as are we. For now, let me get ye ready." I nudged her legs wider and reached between to test her readiness. She gasped in surprise and pushed at me, trying to lift me off. She'd ridden Kane when he took her. This was the first time she was beneath a man. I'd need to take it slow, to wake her body to desire just like she awoke from sleep. When I found her clit, her reticence slipped away, just as her hands dropped to her sides.

Propping myself up onto one arm, I leaned down and kissed her, brushing my lips across her softness, then slipped my tongue in to touch hers. I played with her slick cunny, brushed over her clit all the while I kissed her. Slowly. Leisurely. I felt every tense line of her body soften, felt her skin heat beneath my touch. I brushed her hair off her face then kissed my way across her jaw to her ear, licked the dainty swirl.

"Mmm," I whispered, my cock hardening painfully as I found her dripping wet. Her heat practically scorched my fingers. "You're slick with Kane's seed. I love to ken you're cunny's filled like this. It is my turn to add to it. I have been waiting all night to make you mine."

"Why...." She cleared her throat. "Why didn't you do it last night?" she whispered, tilting her head to the side to give me better access to nuzzle at the frantic pulse beating at her neck. Her scent was so sweet. Tempting. Her hands gripped tightly on my biceps. "Ye were asleep, Emma. I want ye wide awake when we fuck." I moved between her thighs, spread her wide with my palms. "When ye call out my name. Kane may have taken yer virginity, but ye are mine, too."

I looked down her body, noticed her tight nipples and had to taste them. I laved a turgid tip then took it fully into my mouth as I slowly, gently even, slipped a finger deep inside her.

"Ian!" she cried and I relished in hearing my name from her lips, especially in such an aroused tone. I shifted from one breast to the other, the rasp of my beard leaving a hint of red skin in its wake. Her skin was so delicate, almost tender, yet I wanted to fuck her hard. My cock ached to sink into her delicious heat. The way her inner walls were clenching down on my finger, I knew she'd be tight and perfect around my cock.

Her hips began to shift, her skin flushed and dewy, the wetness copious on her thighs. She was ready.

Lifting my head, I looked down into her eyes and saw only pleasure there. No fear, no pain, nothing but need. Lowering my head, I kissed her as I aligned my cock up to nudge at her tight entrance and slid into her in one deep stroke. I swallowed the moan that escaped her lips. She was so tight, her body clamping down on me like a vice, rippling around me. Her hands gripped my back, her nails digging in as I began to move. Neither of us could kiss any longer, focused solely on how we were connected, the way it felt. I grabbed her arse, tilted her up so I penetrated her even deeper. Completely.

Her back arched, her head tilting back as I took her. Her breath escaped in little pants, her eyes closed.

"Look at me, lass."

Her blue eyes fluttered open as I continued to thrust into her. Her hands were once again on my chest trying to push me away. Pull me in. She couldn't decide.

"This isn't right," she moaned, a little frown forming on her brow, confusion warring with the pleasure on her face.

"What?" I rasped.

"This. You. Kane." She exhaled each time I filled her.

"You're going to come, baby. I can feel your walls squeezing me. What shame is there in your pleasure when it is your husbands that give it to you?" Sweat beaded my brow as I held off coming until Emma did. She was close, right on the edge, but she was thinking too much.

"I can't want two men. It makes me...it makes me a harlot."

I grinned at her words. She wanted both of us and that pleased me immensely. My orgasm built at the base of my spine and into my balls. My seed all but boiled and was ready to escape. Not being able to wait any longer, I moved my hand between us so I could rub my thumb over her little distended nub. Breaking her of her inhibitions, her doubts of having two husbands, was not something that I could resolve now. But I could pleasure her, let her see how good it was, not only with Kane, but with me as well. She would ken we were both well satisfied with her, and she in return. So I worked her clit faster as I filled her over and over. A drop of sweat dripped from my brow and onto an upturned breast.

"No, not a harlot. It makes you our wife," I all but growled as she came. I had to cover her mouth with mine once again to stifle her scream. I wanted to keep her pleasure just for me, like a secret gift I would not share with anyone, most especially the other hotel guests along the hall. She might be modest and uncomfortable in her passion, but when she let go of her inhibitions, she was incredible. So responsive, so sensitive. My own orgasm could not be held back any longer and my seed joined Kane's. My base instinct to claim, to mark, to fill was complete.

CHAPTER FIVE

IAN

"How were you able to claim the coach just for us?" Emma asked, her body shifting and swaying with the poorly sprung motions of the stagecoach. She sat across from both of us, her posture erect, her hands clasped primly in her lap. She hadn’t been prim an hour ago. The only outward indication that she'd been recently fucked was a slight flush to her cheeks.

"Money," I replied. The leather flaps were open on only a few of the windows to minimize dust and the interior was warm. The three of us were alone, a large purse to the driver ensured we had privacy for the duration of our journey, not that there was much room for other passengers.

Emma wore a blue silk dress, the bodice low cut enough that the swells of her breasts were plump and full above the lace trimmed edge. The sleeves were long, the waist trim. The fabric and color were decadent and impractical for travel, but certainly showcased our wife's eyes and other attributes. Mrs. Pratt had done as requested and delivered something to wear to the hotel, but it was not the least bit serviceable. When Emma had questioned what had happened to her very serviceable dress she'd been wearing upon her arrival at the brothel, Mrs. Pratt only replied that the alternate dress might please Kane and me more. It certainly kept us focused on her assets. The appreciative look from the coach driver hadn't been missed by me or Kane. We were not the only ones that found Emma beautiful.

"Where is it we are headed?" she asked, her gaze turned towards the window.

"Travis Point," Kane told her. "From there, we will ride the rest of the way to
Bridgewater,
our ranch, by horse. We have a few hours to fill and there are many very pleasant ways to pass the time."

She sat directly across from me, our knees bumping on occasion. "Pleasant ways? You mean what we did last night?" Her gaze shifted to meet Kane's, then mine. "Or what we did earlier?"

The sun shifted and filled the stage, Emma's body swathed in a stripe of bright sunshine. She was so lovely, so endearing when she looked at us with such questioning glances. Knowing we'd saved her from a less appealing fate made her innocence even more precious.

"There is so much more, lass. Undo the buttons on your dress and show us your beautiful breasts," I commanded.

Her plump lower lip fell open as she looked around. "Here? Now?"

"We are quite alone for the moment and I wish to see your beautiful breasts. Kane?"