Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) (9 page)

She looked shocked by my question. "My breasts are exposed and my legs are apart and you can see...everything!"

Both of us grinned.

"Your body belongs to us and we will look at it as we wish. Your cunny is all swollen from our cocks, your lips there are open. Your arousal is obvious, lass. You doubt me, but your thighs, they're glistening with your desire. You liked the spanking."

She tried to move her legs together but I gripped her ankle, Kane the other. "I did not!" she replied, full of indignation.

"Your body doesn't lie, sweetheart," Kane said. "Your nipples are tight pink buds."

She pursed her lips, her eyes bright with anger.

"I allow ye to like it, lass," I told her, my voice soothing.

"Allow me?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Aye. Ye are allowed to enjoy showing your gorgeous cunny to your men. Ye are allowed to be aroused by it, for we most certainly are. Touch yourself. Make yourself come."

"What?" she squeaked.

"Touch your cunny with your fingers until you come."

"I don't want to," she countered as she shook her head.

"Your mind dinna want to, but your body is desperate for release. As I said, I allow ye to like it. In fact, ye have nay choice. Ye will stay just like this until you come. I would assume we are close to Simms, which means the stage will stop."

"But the driver!" she cried.

We would never share the view of her delectable body with a stranger like the stage driver. Her body was precious.
She
was precious to us. "It's your choice. Show us how ye pleasure yourself or get another spanking beforehand."

She pulled against our hold on her ankles, but we would not release her. This was the time for her to learn to obey me. Both of us. Punishment would be plentiful because of her willful spirit, but she'd quickly learn that we always pleasured her when she was good.

"Five minutes to Simms! Five minutes," the stage driver yelled, his voice loud even over the rumbling of the wheels.

Emma gasped in surprise and her right hand flew to her cunny, her fingers rubbing over it in untried ways.

"Find your clit," Kane instructed. We wanted her to succeed. She'd earned a sweet release. We wanted to watch her as she came for it was a most beautiful sight. "Remember that place I touched you yesterday with my fingers? Yes, I can see you found it. Now, small circles. Just like that."

We might force her to pleasure herself, but that didn't mean we couldn't guide her. She was inexperienced and it was our job to tell her what to do.

Her cunny was slippery and wet and soon her fingers were shiny and coated with her arousal. Her eyes fell closed and she relaxed into the seat, giving in to our demands and focusing on her cunny.

"Good girl. We can see what makes ye feel good. Oh, tiny circles on your clit? What about your cunny, your pussy, does it feel empty? Ye can slip your fingers of your other hand in, ye ken. Aye, like that." I talked to her all the while she played with herself. Her nipples softened, her back bowed and her mouth parted and I knew she was close. She was a glorious sight and perhaps we would have her sit on display like this every time we were in a stage.

"Come for us, lass. Show us your pleasure."

She shook her head back and forth, her hand continuing to move. "I can't, I can't do it!" she cried out.

Kane shifted, placing her foot on the edge of the bench seat and moved to sit beside her. He ran his hands over her puckered nipples and played with them as he leaned in and murmured in her ear. "Let go and come, baby. This isn't your decision. You don't have to like what you're doing, but you are allowed to feel pleasure in it. Feel pleasure knowing we are watching. You are so beautiful. Good girl."

Her body tensed and her eyes flared open in surprise. She cried out as she came, her back bowing, her fingers slipping over her clit persistently. Her skin flushed a pretty pink all the way down to her upturned breasts, her skin bright with a sheen of perspiration. When the tremors left her body, when her heart rate slowed, she remained slumped upon the seat, her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. Her hand rested over her used cunny, her fingers glistening. We each held an ankle and enjoyed the view until the stage began to slow. There was nothing like a woman sated and replete from her pleasure, especially when the woman belonged to us.

CHAPTER SIX

EMMA

The ride from Simms to the men’s ranch was several hours in duration. The exact length I was unsure of, but it felt interminable. I was sore...there, from the spanking, but also inside where my maidenhead used to be. They'd permitted me to button up the front of my dress so I appeared to the stage driver and any passerby that I was a modest, demure woman, although I now knew better.

Kane had insisted I ride upon his lap as it was horses only from Simms on. I'd objected at first, but he'd placed me sideways across his muscular thighs and the discomfort wasn't as terrible. He'd held me securely in the circle of his arms, the sway of the animal lulling me. I shouldn't have found comfort as I was, but I did.

The side of my face rested against his chest and I could hear the steady beat of his heart. He smelled good, radiated warmth and I felt...safe. With Ian riding beside us, I knew nothing could happen to me. Neither Thomas nor any other man would harm me again. And yet, was I safe from these men? They'd touched me, used me, punished me in ways I never imagined. It had all been so illicit, so carnal, so wrong. Everything I'd done in the stage was beyond my scope of imagination, but would probably be an everyday occurrence with them. The way they'd made me find pleasure in what I'd done had me confused, frightened even, by my own reactions. I'd liked it! Even after being so debased, I'd come, harder than any previous time and it had been incredibly
good.
All that had been missing was a cock filling me.

We rode up to a large house built solely of logs. It was two stories and vast, with a covered porch that wrapped all the way around. Ian tied his lead to a rail then came over and helped me down from Kane's lap. Various buildings were scattered about the land in the distance. A barn, with a hayloft was attached to a longer, one story stable. A fenced paddock with several horses grazing was beside it. Further away, several smaller structures, and in the distance, set upon rises in the landscape, were other houses, discernible by their porches, stone chimneys and windows. Our arrival must have been witnessed or heard as several men approached.

I smoothed out my dress as the men shook hands, caught up on the happenings at the ranch, too nervous to look any of them in the eye. Could they tell that I wore no drawers and had thick seed dried on my thighs? Would they know what Kane and Ian had forced me to do in the stage or that I had found my pleasure while doing so? I was certainly travel worn and unkempt, but would they associate part of that state to being on my knees servicing Ian or my head thrashing about as used my hand to make myself come?

All my concerns were irrelevant, as I quickly became the center of attention, completely surrounded by very large, very commanding men. There was something about their bearing that was identical – shoulders back, eyes assessing and sharp, bodies honed with muscle and strength. It was quite overwhelming. I glanced at Ian and Kane, whose looks included blatant possessiveness that I found surprisingly reassuring.

Kane moved to stand beside me and took my elbow, Ian did the same on the other side. "This is Emma, our bride."

With this pronouncement, the men's gazes shifted to scrutiny and I felt as naked and exposed as I had on the stage. My eyes widened, realizing that Kane had introduced me as
our bride.
Not his bride, not Ian's bride. Not one man seemed surprised. Had they missed his very specific wording?

"Emma, the bloke on the left is Mason." Kane indicated with his chin. "Next to him is Brody. Simon and Rhys are the dark-haired lads. You will discover as soon as they speak that they were members of our regiment as well. The last is Cross, who is as American as you are. We each own a stretch of land, but the ranch, Bridgewater,
is our common goal."

I nodded my head and gave a smile, finally reassured I would not be taken to the other side of the world.

"Ann is expecting you two for the noon meal, although Emma will be quite a surprise." If I remembered correctly, it was Mason who spoke. He appeared a few years younger than both Kane and Ian, with black hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

I tugged on Kane's sleeve and he leaned down. "Do they know...I mean–"

My whispered words were cut off by Ian. "They know ye belong to us. To ensure there is nay doubt, I'll repeat it for ye. Emma is our bride." The man puffed up with pride at the words and it felt very reassuring. "The men ken our ways, lass, because they share them as well. Ann is married to Robert and Andrew, who are off somewhere, but ye will meet them later."

My mouth fell open and stared at the large bunch of men before me. "You all, I mean, I belong to all of you?" I stepped back, eyes wide with fear. I felt the blood drain from my face. What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't handle all of these men. What was expected...?

"Emma," Kane's loud voice sliced through my thoughts. He grabbed my shoulders and lowered his head so his eyes held mine. "You belong to Ian and me. The other men, they will find their own wives."

"Wives?" I asked, licking my dry lips.

"Mason and Brody will claim a wife and Simon, Rhys and Cross another. In time."

He raised his brows as he watched me, asking without words if I understood. I nodded. "Ann? Does she know about–"

"As I said, she's married to Robert
and
Andrew. They are the foremen here. Their house is over there." He pointed over my shoulder and I turned to see a house in the distance, set off on its own by a meandering creek. "There is nothing to worry about. Nothing to fear."

"We will ensure your safety."

I couldn't see who spoke as Kane blocked my view. He stood and Ian pulled me in for a hug, my cheek resting against his hard chest.

"There is no need to worry about anything but being our wife."

"You may belong to Kane and Ian, but you are one of us now. We will protect you as our own," another man added.

I didn't understand their ways. These weren't British ways, which I knew to be even more severe than in the American West; some other deeply rooted moral code was at work here. Their conviction for several of them to marry one woman was unusual, to say the least. But they believed it, were impassioned by it. They did not seem to sway, but held firm to this, and somehow, this set me at ease, at least somewhat so.

Kane kissed my hair. "There. Better?"

I nodded against his shirt quite relieved, yet completely overwhelmed.

KANE

One of the luxuries we added to the house when we built it was a water closet, complete with hip tub. We knew any woman would thrill in such a feature, especially during the harsh winter months. As we helped undress Emma and held her hand as she slipped into the warm water, just the look of sheer bliss on her face made all the effort worth it.

Sounds drifted up from downstairs as the noon meal was prepared, but we were far removed tending to Emma. She leaned against the high back, her hair swirling on the surface of the steaming water about her, her breasts bobbing on the surface and her pink nipples plump and lush. Ian glanced at me, his jaw clenching as he shifted his cock in his pants. I knew just how uncomfortable he felt. A hard cock would be a permanent state now.

We'd been gentle with her, but as a virgin, she did not have much chance to come to terms with her new role. Surely being married to two lusty men, living on a ranch with other men with similar leanings and notions, would require adjustment of mind. Her own story would need to be told, but not now, not when everything was so overwhelming. I wanted to know about her bastard step-brother, Thomas, so I could track him down and beat him bloody. He'd done her wrong. She wouldn't have ended up in Mrs. Pratt's auction otherwise. As her husbands, we'd ensure he never harmed Emma ever again. I was reassured knowing she was away from the man an
d safe at Bridgewater.

After her hair had been washed and her body cleaned, we helped her from the tub and dried her.

"I can do this all myself," she replied, trying to cover body.

"I assure you," I murmured as I rubbed her pink skin with a bath cloth. "This is no hardship."

"Come," Ian said, taking her hand and tugging her out into the hall.

"Ian, I'm naked!" She dug in her heels, but that was not enough resistance to stop the man. All it did was make her breasts sway and that only had me more intent than ever.

"Just the way I like you." He grinned at her over his shoulder. "You will have to learn to appreciate two men seeing how beautiful you are."

I grabbed the shaving supplies and a clean cloth and followed the duo into Ian's room. When I joined them, Emma was held within the firm hold of Ian's arms and they were kissing, his hands roaming up and down her back, then cupping the perfect globes of her arse. When finally he pulled back, Emma's eyes were dark like a stormy sea, her lips pink and swollen.