Their Treasured Bride (7 page)

Dash's cock swelled within me, then as he stiffened, he groaned, his
hands tight on my hips. Through blurry eyes, I could see he'd reached
his own pleasure as well. I slumped forward, unable to hold myself
upright, my cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt. I
could hear his racing heart, feel his ragged breaths that surely
matched mine.

A hand stroked up and down the length of my spine and I felt kisses
on my shoulder. "My turn, lass."

Dash pushed me back to sitting upright, then slowly lifted me up so
that I came off his cock. As he slipped free, a gush of hot liquid
seeped from me. "Dinna be afraid, sweetheart. That is my seed
and I assure ye, it will be quite copious." I glanced up at him
and he grinned. "The sight of yer pussy with my seed is making
me hard again."

His cock, which had softened a little, was enlarging again before my
eyes.

"My turn next," Connor growled. "Put yer hands on the
back of the chair behind Dash's shoulders."

I did and I moved so my breasts were directly above Dash's face.
Connor's hands grabbed my hips and pulled them back so that one
breast lowered directly into Dash's open mouth.

"Dinna move, lass. If we're going to use horse terms, I'm yer
stallion and I'm going to fuck ye like a mare in heat."

I didn't have a moment to question, for I felt Connor's cock at my
entrance—my very slick entrance—and slid directly into me in one
long, slow, easy stroke. I arched my back and he went in even
further. "Ah, lass, tis heaven on earth. Ye may come again. I
want to feel ye strangle my cock when ye do."

Dash bit down gently on my nipple and my inner walls clenched
Connor's cock. "Do that again. I think she likes a little pain."

"Oh?" Dash asked, right before biting me carefully.

"Oh!" I repeated, but with a completely different tone.

"Dinna stop, Dash, for she most definitely likes it."

Connor, with a firm grip on my hips, began to take me in earnest. His
hips moved like a piston, in and out in a consistent, determined
pace. It was so completely different having a cock fill me from
behind; he was able to plumb me so deeply, the slap of his hips
against my bottom was almost rough. It was easy to come this time. I
was clearly warmed up to it and I knew exactly what the pleasure felt
like...and I wanted it. Oh, I wanted it so very much.

This time, though, it wasn't wrought from their being gentle, but
quite the opposite. The slight bite of pain, of being taken roughly
had me coming, my inner walls clenching down on Connor's cock. Connor
continued to fuck me through my pleasure, his pace increasing further
until the slick, wet sounds of fucking filled the air. The scent of
it swirled around us.

"Sweet Jesus," Connor groaned as I felt his seed fill me.
It was hot and pulsing and I felt it warm my core.

Dash released my nipple with a loud pop and sat back, his head
resting against the cushion. My hands were tight on the back of the
chair and as Connor pulled free, I still didn't let go.

"Ah, lass, tis the perfect sight, just as Dash said. Yer pussy's
all red and beautifully swollen, all coated in our seed." His
hand cupped my pussy from behind and I hissed out a breath. While it
felt good, I was sore and felt well used. Gently, his palm moved,
smoothing the seed over my hot flesh. He slipped his fingers backward
and ran over my back entrance. It was that touch, that dark, carnal
touch that had me releasing my grip and coming up on my knees.

"Connor!"

"We'll have ye here, lass." He kissed my damp shoulder as
he brushed a damp finger over my tight pucker. "We'll take ye
together, yer two husbands fucking ye. Soon, but for now, we've worn
ye out."

His hand moved away and he lifted me up in his arms. Dash stood and
followed as Connor carried me down the hall to the bedroom. "Sleep
and then we'll fuck ye again."

CHAPTER FIVE

DASH

Rebecca was asleep in my bed. Her hair, so straight and dark, fanned
out across my pillow and I knew I'd never be able to get the scent of
her from that pillow—or my mind—ever again. She was all that we'd
wanted, and more. We slipped from the room and Connor pulled on the
pants he'd left on the floor of the parlor. In the kitchen, I put the
coffee pot on the stove, and then stoked the embers back to life.
Connor brought wood in from the back porch and handed a piece to me
to add to the fire.

"She's remarkable," he said, leaning against the door.
While it was warm now, the sun was setting earlier and earlier and
the evenings were cool. The crisp air that signaled the first signs
of winter was upon us. "Despite her upbringing."

I stood and found some mugs. "Her da sounds like an arsehole,
leaving her at boarding school from the age of six. And what kind of
fuck-all place did he send her to?"

"Montgomery must nae have known of where she was sent, or known
of what the man would do," he countered.

"They had nay the same father, so he must nae known of the
bastard's cruelty. Montgomery wouldna have left her in a place that
beat
her. Thank Christ he got to her before that Earl did.
Perhaps bringing her here was the only way he knew to save her."

I shrugged at my own words, for the person who had the answers was
dead.

I grabbed a cloth, picked up the pot and poured the coffee into the
mugs. Connor took his and we went out onto the porch. The Bridgewater
ranch spread out before us as far as the eye could see. "Think
she'll be happy here? She's nay like Ann, Emma, Laurel or even
Olivia. She's nay from the Territory. Hell, she's more British than
Rhys."

Connor grinned, blew on his coffee, then took a sip. "She's
verra responsive."

My cock stirred as I thought of her, the look on her face, the feel
of her pussy clenching down on my cock as she came. "She's prim
through and through, until she gets a cock in her."

"Aye, so we'll fuck the prim right out of her."

I wasn't so sure 'twould be that easy, nor that I wanted to entirely.
"Over a decade of beating modesty, decorum and the appropriate
behavior of a true Victorian bride into her will nay be easy to
eliminate. We saw how she fought it."

Connor shook his head. "Nay, tis true, but it will be enjoyable
for all of us. I dinna think we can handle her with kid gloves. She
will need a firmer stance from her men."

I knew what he meant. Rebecca responded to a hint of pain, to
aggression and to mild commands, and during her first fucking. "To
bring her about, we may need more...unconventional approaches.
Agreed?"

Connor nodded. "Aye."

***

An hour later, I heard the lid of Rebecca's trunk open. I came in off
the porch and found her in the entry wrapped in the sheet from my
bed. She had her hair down. She was quite the sight laying there
naked beneath my bedding—nothing like the staid woman who'd arrived
before the noon meal.

"Have a good rest?" I asked.

She spun on her bare foot at my voice. Her cheeks flushed prettily at
being caught. "Yes, I...I was going to put on some clothes."

I shook my head slowly. "Connor took the horses to the stable
but should be back shortly. I know he willna like to see ye dressed
again."

Her eyes widened. "Do you expect me to remain in only a sheet?"

I took a step toward her, took hold of the long swath and tugged it
from her body. She squeaked in surprise and covered herself, although
her lush bounty was too much for her hands to hide. She must have
removed the stockings after awakening for her long legs were bare. I
was used to women who used their sexuality to get what they wanted.
We were nae poor men. Bridgewater was well known to be prosperous. It
wasna just the ladies at Rose's brothel who were bold and forward,
grasping my cock as if it were a key to a bank vault. Forward lasses
from town had almost caught me in a compromising position a time or
two.

Rebecca, however, was from a family that did nae seek fortune, for
they had their own. She was nae eager to claim my body, quite the
opposite in fact. She hadna even claimed me—her brother had for
her. So it was refreshing to know Rebecca's feminine wiles were
unaffected. It made my cock stir at the innocence of her.

"Nay. We expect ye to be naked."

"Naked?" she repeated. "I can't go around the house
naked."

"Of course, ye can. Tis only the three of us."

"Someone could come by again like Mr. Quinn; there are quite a
few of you on the ranch. There are windows everywhere. The other
trunk may be delivered."

"Quinn said Mr. Arnold will deliver it tomorrow," I said. I
doubted the man would bring it today if he told Quinn otherwise, for
it was important for his business to keep to his word.

"It's immodest!"

"Nay. Tis our bidding and as for modesty, we are your husbands
and there is no modesty between us."

"My breasts," she began, then glanced away and bit her lip.

"Aye?" I asked. I could tell her words were important to
her so I waited patiently for her to continue.

"They are very large and...heavy."

I glanced at her breasts and agreed. They were palest of color, lush
and teardrop shaped, her nipples large and, for now, plump and with
lovely pointed tips. I remembered the feel of them against my tongue,
their taste.

"I must wear a corset...for comfort."

While I wanted her naked so I could look upon her perfect body, her
needs came first. "Verra well. Bring me a corset and I will
assist ye into it."

Relief had the tenseness escape her shoulders as she turned and found
a corset, a crisp white with lace trim along the edges. I took it
from her as she turned her back to me. As I slid her long hair over
one shoulder, I kissed the skin there as I eyed the long expanse of
her neck and back, the line of her spine and the full curve of her
arse.

Continuing to kiss her along her nape, I wrapped the corset around
her front and after some adjusting on her part, tucked her breasts
within comfortably. Lifting my head, I did up the laces. "I
willna tighten this one as your chaperone did this morning. Tis nae
healthy."

"But I need a narrow waist," she countered.

I pulled on the laces, tightening them from bottom to top. "Nay.
Yer waist is perfect." The fit was snug, but nay tight as I did
up the ribbons at the top. "And breathing is healthy."

"Hello!" Connor called from the kitchen.

"In here," I replied. I heard his footfall on the wood
floor before he joined us in the entry. Rebecca's trunk would move to
my room later, but for now, it was better that her clothes were nae
easily accessible, for I had been truthful in my words; we didna
intend for her to wear them, at least today. It took some coaxing to
get her unclothed the first time and I didna wish to go through that
process again.

Connor smiled at Rebecca and went directly to her, cupped the sides
of her face and kissed her soundly. When he released her, her cheeks
held a pretty flush.

"Coming home and having my wife naked and available with such
sweet kisses, tis a fine thing." Running his finger over the
luscious swell of her breasts and the delicate scalloped lace of her
corset, he asked, "What's this?"

"Tis uncomfortable for her breasts to be unbound, therefore I'm
letting her wear her corset," I told Connor.

"Aye. I must kiss ye again lass, for I have a craving for the
taste of ye." He lowered his head and kissed her again. This was
nae a simple kiss like they shared at the altar. This was carnal. His
tongue slipped into her mouth and he cupped the side of her face once
again so he could angle her head to his liking. This was a sign of
possession. He stepped back and Rebecca's eyes fluttered open,
although were blurry with newfound desire.

Connor stuck an arm out for me to take the cloth bag that he'd
collected from Rhys, then dipped his fingers into the front of
Rebecca's corset and coaxed her nipples above the upper edging of
lace. He took a tip into his mouth and laved it, then the other, both
hardening into hard points. "There. Tis much better."

Rebecca's mouth fell open as she looked down at herself.

"We want you naked, you want to be comfortable."

"For how long must I remain unclothed?"

"Tomorrow," both Connor and I said at the same time.

"Tis time to tend to you, then dinner." Connor held out his
hand. "Come."

We'd befuddled her. Her mouth opened and closed as if she were a
fish, no words coming out. As Connor led her to the kitchen, I
followed behind and admired the view. Her arse was round and curvy
and I remembered the feel of it in my hands, the supple skin. I also
remembered the sight of her perfect pussy all slick and dripping with
seed, her little rosebud just above it as she was bent over. It had
tightened so responsively as I brushed my finger over it, but she'd
gasped nae only in surprise, but with awakening, for I knew she'd be
sensitive and easily aroused there. Her nipples were verra responsive
and she was quite passionate once she forgot to try to be all frigid
and modest. It would be a delight to train her arse as well as the
rest of her.

The kitchen was large with a kitchen table beneath a large window
that offered a view across the prairie and to the mountains in the
distance. Connor pulled a chair out of the way and lifted Rebecca up
onto the wooden table. She tried to squirm down, but Connor would
have none of it.

"I can't sit here naked! This is where you eat."

"Dinna worry, sweetheart, we'll be eating," I told her, my
mouth watering for a taste of her pussy.

"Nae only will ye sit here, ye will lie back and put yer feet
up," Connor ordered.

"Why are you being like this? I thought you said you were
honorable? You're being demanding and pushing your perverted ways
upon me." She crossed her arms over her chest as she inched her
chin up. Neither action worked to make her seem bossy or superior
because her nipples jutted out above her forearms and I could see the
dark thatch of hair between her thighs.