Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 6) (8 page)

She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to. It’s going to hurt. I saw how Cross had his fingers inside of Olivia. I don’t want that.”

“Was she being hurt?” I asked.

She winced and groaned as Tyler continued to play. She shifted away.

“Stop moving.” Tyler’s words didn’t keep her from trying to get away from his probing fingers.

I put my hands on her shoulders, held her still. “Reach back, Emily, grab your ass and spread yourself open for Tyler.”

Her eyes widened. “What? I can’t do that.”

“You can and you will.”

Tyler spanked her bottom.

“Tyler!” she cried, her legs tightening about my hips. “I don’t want that plug.”

“You want your husbands to claim you, don’t you? This is so we don’t hurt you. Like we said, Xander’s going to fill your ass for the first time with his cock while I fuck your pussy. Together. But not until you’re ready, until your ass is properly stretched.”

“But—”

“Do you want him to spank you more?” I asked.

“No!”

“Then spread yourself open for him.”

“I don’t like this.”

I had to get her mind to agree with her body, so I swiped my fingers through her wetness. Our seed. “This shows you like it. Remember, sweetheart.” With my other hand, I reached up and stroked her hair back from her face. It had fallen loose from the pins as we’d fucked her. “We might not give you what you want. We’ll give you what you need.”

“I don’t need to have that thing in me,” she countered. I saw the heat in her eyes and this time it was in anger. My cock twitched at seeing her so riled.

“Two choices, baby,” Tyler leaned down, kissed the nape of her neck, then murmured in her ear. “Reach back and hold yourself open for me or get spanked before you do it.”

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. Slowly, she reached back and did as we said. I could see her hands holding herself open, but it was the pleased expression on Tyler’s face as he moved back and looked at her that I knew she’d done as we said.

“Good girl,” he said.

Tyler didn’t delay. Slowly and carefully, he worked her with his finger, using the seed that coated her pussy as lubricant.

“What a pretty pink hole, baby. Are we the first to touch you here?”

She nodded as she held her breath, her breasts thrust out.

“She’s tight. I’m in.”

When her mouth fell open and she began to pant, I knew he was finger fucking her ass. Her dark eyes met mine and held. I watched the play of emotions I could see there. Anger, surprise, discomfort and finally, yes… arousal.

Tyler slipped the plug from her pussy. “This plug is nice and coated, baby. It’s going to slide right in. Just like Xander’s cock. Relax, take a deep breath and let it out. Good.”

Her eyes widened and she groaned, long and low. While she didn’t want to have her ass breached, she kept her hands in position.

I began to whisper to her.
Such a good girl. You’re going to like having your ass fucked. We’re going to take you together, one of us in your ass, the other in your pussy. We’re going to get you between us and never let you go. That’s it. Take more. Let the plug stretch you wide for our cocks. Ah, your nipples are all hard again. You like this, don’t you?
 

Tyler stepped back and I knew the plug was in.

“You can let go now, sweetheart,” I said, but I didn’t release the grip on her shoulders. She might have adjusted to having a plug deep in her ass, but I didn’t want her to sit on my lap and bump it. Not yet, at least.

Her hands dropped to her sides and she looked away. A blush crept from her cheeks, down her neck and over her upturned breasts.

“Tyler, Emily came when we fucked her—without touching her clit.”

I looked down her body and saw that little pink pearl jutting out from its protective hood.

Tyler scooped her up into his arms with a surprised gasp from Emily, then lowered to his knees before me. He turned her so her back rested against his chest with her ass on my lap. I parted her legs, placing her calves onto the cushioned armrest on either side of me. The way she was leaning back, her pussy and the plug that filled her ass were visible.

Her head rested against Tyler’s shoulder and his hands cupped her breasts.

“You’ve been such a good girl, baby, that you get to just lie there and let us do the work now,” Tyler said.

I touched the plug, liking the sight of the small handle snug against her stretched back entrance. Her pussy was slick and coated, her folds swollen and a bright cherry red. They were slightly parted and I could see her opening and the seed that slipped from it. Her clit was just as swollen and slick, eager for attention. Circling it with just the tip of my finger, I was careful with it. Exposed as it was, I knew it would be very sensitive.

“The way you came without having your clit stimulated while we fucked you shows how responsive you are to us. Our cocks can make you come. We’re pleased.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Tyler added.

Her hips began to move as I discovered that her clit was more sensitive on the left side. Her eyes fell closed when she gave over. I loved to see her do that, to have her muscles relax, to have all the tension seep from her body as she gave herself to us.

“So beautiful.”

It was Tyler’s turn to whisper to her as I played, bringing her to orgasm easily. Once, twice and then again.

She was thrashing in my lap, her body slick with sweat, her nipples plump and red. They no longer tightened when she came, her body just overwrought with pleasure.

“I can’t… it’s too much. Please, the pleasure… it
hurts
,” she cried.

A tear slipped from her closed eye.

“One more, sweetheart, because it pleases us. Your body is ours to pleasure.” I flicked the very tip of her clit and she sighed, the slight tremor of her body the only indication she came. She went limp in Tyler’s arms.

“Good girl,” he whispered, lifting her up and carrying her up to bed. I stood, my cock hard again, and followed. If fucking your bride into sleep was indication that she was well satisfied, then we’d been successful in claiming her. Her body responded to us, knew us and would now be owned by us.

EMILY

I awoke very warm. So warm I tried to push the covers down, but I realized it wasn’t heavy blankets that had me overheated. It was two men. Xander and Tyler. I’d married them. I’d fucked them. I’d held open my bottom so Tyler could put a wooden object, much too large for such a place, deep inside me. I clenched down and felt it still inside.

The last I remember was being sprawled across Xander’s lap. Tyler had supported me as I was brought to climax again and again. I’d had no idea that pleasure could become unbearable. It had been too much.
They
had been too much.

Even now, they surrounded me. Filled me.

“Morning, baby.” I lifted my head and met Tyler’s eyes. His hand stroked over my hip. “Sleep well?”

I offered a slight nod and felt Xander shift behind me. My head was on Tyler’s shoulder and Xander was pressed up against my back like we were two spoons in a drawer.

“We wore you out last night,” Xander said, his voice rough and deep with sleep.

The bedroom was lit with the soft pink of early morning. Through the open windows I heard the chirping of birds.

Yes, they’d worn me out and I flushed, remembering all that they’d done.

“Are you sore?” Tyler asked as Xander slipped from the bed. My back was cool from his absence.

I took stock of my body. I had that ridiculous plug in my bottom, which while wasn’t sore, was odd. It wasn’t even uncomfortable any longer. Perhaps my body had adjusted to it or it was simply that I’d been asleep and hadn’t known it was there.

My pussy was a little sore, tender even. They hadn’t taken me gently with their big cocks.

“Not much,” I replied.

Tyler kissed my forehead before he climbed from the bed. He was naked.

My eyes widened as I stared. While I might have been fucked by both of them, they’d remained clothed while doing so, only baring the most essential of areas. Now, I couldn’t look away for I’d never seen a man so well formed. His broad chest tapered into a narrow waist, lean hips and long legs. Muscles defined every inch of him. As he grinned at me, I watched as his cock hardened, elongating and thickening, curving upward toward his navel from a thatch of light hair.

He went to a dresser and pulled out some clean clothes and started to put them on, the sinewy muscles of his back shifting with the movement.

While he did so, I turned my head. Sure enough, Xander was naked, too, on the other side of the room. Where Tyler had a bare chest, Xander’s had a smattering of dark hair that tapered into a thin line that went directly to the base of his cock. He was also aroused.
Very
aroused.

“I… I did that to you?” I pointed at both of them.

“I like seeing those pretty breasts,” Tyler said, tucking his cock into the front of his pants.

“He does like breasts, sweetheart. They’re going to get plenty of attention from him. Me, I like seeing that plug part those ass cheeks.”

I realized by Xander’s words that I was bare to them. I was on my side and only my lower legs were covered. As I reached to tug the covers over me, Tyler shook his head. “Never cover your body in front of your men.”

I dropped my hand to the bed.

“We’d fuck you right now, but we need to meet the others for breakfast. Tell them we’re leaving today.”

I pushed myself upright. Tyler’s eyes dropped to my chest. “Leaving?”

“We only came to Bridgewater to visit Olivia for a spell. Now that we have you, it’s time to go home, to our own ranch and settle in. This isn’t our house or our land.”

I’d forgotten that. This was a good thing, leaving the area, especially before Saturday when Ralph expected me to just show up at the saloon, ready to lie on my back and part my legs for money. Perhaps Ralph wouldn’t even know where I went and would forget about me and what I owed him. If he couldn’t find me then my secret would remain safe.

This alone had me eager to rise. Tyler grabbed my shift off the back of the chair and tossed it onto the bed before me. He hadn’t spent the time to button his shirt.

“Put on your shift and come downstairs. I’ll heat some water on the stove for you to clean up.” He ran a knuckle down my cheek, then left.

Xander finished dressing, then knelt on the bed, cupped his palm around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. A sweet one. A slow one. When his tongue dipped into my mouth, I gasped. He took that opportunity to plunder and I sank into it. I’d never been kissed with a man who had a beard. Well, I’d only been kissed by Frank before now, and in comparison, it was as if I’d been kissing a fish.

The beard was soft and it tickled, but it was forgotten as his tongue tangled with mine.

When he finally lifted his head, we were both breathing hard. “That was our first kiss,” I said, touching my fingers to my lips. They tingled and felt swollen.

Xander’s eyes darkened as he grinned. “On your mouth,” he added. “I kissed your sweet pussy quite a bit yesterday.”

I flushed at the reminder.

He pushed off the bed. “Get dressed and come down.”

“Xander,” I called. He turned in the doorway. I couldn’t meet his eyes as I asked, “Um… what about the, um… what about the thing in my bottom?”

He grinned, the wicked man. “The plug? We’ll take it out downstairs.”

Downstairs? He expected me to walk downstairs with it in? I carefully moved to stand at the side of the bed and slip the shift over my head. I could feel the plug in me, filling me. Stretching me. As I moved across the room and down the hall, it moved too, nudging and bumping places deep inside me. While I knew it was firmly seated, I clenched down on it.

As I carefully walked into the kitchen, the men turned, smiled at me. Their gazes raked down my body, barely hidden beneath my shift. Tyler held out his hand. “Let’s get that plug out of you.”

I walked over to him gladly. I did not expect to be lifted up onto the table and pushed onto my back, however. “Tyler!” I cried. “What are you doing?”

He pushed my knees apart and then tugged at the end of the plug. I clenched down on the object even though I knew I had to relax to have it removed.

“Breathe, baby.”

Tyler slowly pulled on it and I groaned as it widened, stretching me open, then hissed as it slid free. Tyler’s finger pressed against my opening and slipped the tip of it into me.

“It worked well,” Tyler commented. Xander moved to glance over his shoulder. “She’s stretched nicely. I can slip my finger in, no problem.”

That
was
a problem. I didn’t want these two thinking that hole was an option, at least for a long while until I adjusted to the idea, to the feel of the plugs. They could fill my pussy all they wanted. In fact, I wished they’d pull out their big cocks and take me on the table.

“Tyler,” I whined, embarrassed.

Tyler slipped his finger free and Xander handed him a damp cloth. He wiped me intimately, the warm water cleaning the dried seed from my skin. Just the feel of the cloth against my folds and over my clit had me shift my hips.

“Eager, are we?” Tyler asked, that grin making him look so handsome. “Xander, hand me the razor and soap.”

Xander handed him a shaving cup, a brush inside, and set a razor on the table beside me.

“Tyler’s going to shave your pussy, sweetheart. Get you nice and bare and smooth.”

I frowned and tried to come up onto my elbows. “Why?”

“Because it’s going to be so much more sensitive when we put our mouths on you. Trust us, sweetheart, you’re going to love it.” Xander’s words didn’t alleviate my confusion, but I didn’t have time to argue. Tyler applied thick soap to the hair between my thighs, the bristles of the soft brush tickling my skin.

“Don’t move. I don’t want to nick this pretty pink flesh,” Tyler said, holding the straight razor up for me to see just before he pulled my skin taut and shaved a small area bald. Again and again he did it, wiping the razor clean as he went.

When done, he stepped away and left Xander to look his fill, to stroke a finger over the bare skin. It was smooth, soft and just as sensitive as he’d said. Swiping his finger through the folds, he brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.