Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Menage Series Book 1) Page 10

  "Who's going with you?" I asked Ian from the kitchen doorway. He was brewing a pot of coffee. Emma was asleep in my bed, not stirring when either of us left the room. I'd slipped on my pants, but that was all. Ian was dressed, even had his gun belt slung low on his hips. It was late, close to midnight, and we had the house to ourselves. The only sound came from the ticking of the grandfather clock in the other room.

  "Mason." Ian's hair was mussed and instead of going to sleep beside Emma, he'd be heading toward Bozeman to find out who had come for him.

  "Evers won't come himself."

  "Nay. A scouting party." He grabbed a mug. "He won't sully his hands with the dirty work."

  I agreed. "The distance is too great, the time too long to be away. How can he justify a trip to America? The Duke of Everleigh going to America." I shook my head. "Wouldn't happen."

  "We should be gone a week." He shrugged, took a sip of the hot brew, winced. The man made coffee as thick as mud in the springtime. "Evers' men can wait a day. They've waited five years. One more day willna make a difference, ye ken. I want – hell, need – to take care of Emma's step-brother first."

  My ire for the man flared to life like embers on a fire. "Thomas James."

  Ian nodded. "Aye. I'll take care of the bastard."

  Through gritted teeth, I replied, "Good."

  "You'll protect her?" With the change in topic, he turned his head to look at me. His eyes were...bleak.

  "Of course. You take care of her step-brother, I'll watch over her."

  "I hadn't expected this to happen so quickly. I kent Evers would come after me eventually, but right after we found Emma? A cruel twist of fate. We've only just made her ours. I should be here with you both, as she should be trained by both her men. This fuck-all situation is preventing this."

  We learned more in Mohamir than defending the Crown. When we were in charge of protecting a local secular leader – a man with three brothers, all of whom shared a wife. We discovered the staid Victorian ways we'd been raised with were only for the man's gain. In England, a woman was a husband's property, to use and abuse as he saw fit, all the while fucking a string of mistresses, leaving his wife cold and unfulfilled. The Mohamiran leader's wife, when we met her, was a submissive in the five-person marriage, but was quite happy. She was cherished – a word the leader used frequently – and protected by not one man, but several. Her needs were met, every carnal desire fulfilled. When one of the brothers had died in a fall from a horse, she was not left alone, destitute and without a means to support herself or her children. We learned much from the leader, from all of the brothers, and we chose to follow the Mohamiran culture's claiming of a bride.

  England was not the place to fulfill this alternative way of life. It would be too hard to hide. America, especially the West, was a new frontier, where open land abounded and men were free.

  Ian and I had been close like brothers for years. There had been no question we would share a bride. Until Emma, the woman was just a dream. And now, she was upstairs, sleeping off our attentions. No way in bloody hell would Ian miss out on her. Evers wouldn't take that away from him as he had his rank, his military career and his country.

  "Go. Take care of the problem, then come back."

  "Her arse is mine, Kane." He looked at me directly. Clearly.

  I nodded. "I'll get her ready for you."

  I'd taken her virginity, her maidenhead. He would claim her arse.

  "I'll be back."

  EMMA

  It was the second morning I awoke engulfed in a man's embrace. This one, however, was not Ian. I'd come to recognize my men quickly – had it only been two days? – and they felt differently, smelled differently, held me differently.

  This was Kane. His hands were rougher. His scent was...him. Woodsy, fresh air. Cinnamon. Ian held me like two spoons in a drawer. Kane had me sprawled across the top of him, one of my legs tossed over his, my breasts pressed into him, the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest tickling me. I was comfortably settled with my head on his shoulder, my nose nudging his neck. I breathed him in, relishing his stillness. I could take my time to study him, think about him, what he and Ian had done to me the night before. The last I remembered, I was on my belly, my knees tucked beneath me, both men's hands between my spread thighs. They'd worked both my holes and I came, again and again. I'd been mindless, lost to the pleasure they'd wrung from my body. I hadn't cared that two men were touching me. I hadn't cared that Ian's fingers had penetrated my bottom. I hadn't cared that I'd sucked both men's cocks and swallowed all of their seed. They'd made it seem intimate and special and that my body was made just for them.

  For, it seemed, it was. All of my senses awakened when I was with them. The depth of feeling was unlike I’d ever known before. My skin was more sensitive, my body more responsive. I felt delicious and wanton and delicate and brave. The last was more coerced than the others, but nonetheless, Ian and Kane made me feel. I had no idea what had been lacking in my life until now. It was early days yet, but I was ever so thankful that Thomas was such a terrible man and chose to leave me at the brothel. If not, I'd still be alone and bored tending to his children and assisting in quilt making and church lunches completely unaware of the bond between a woman and her husbands.

  In the safe confine of Kane's arms, I assessed my body. I was sated, relaxed but there was something in my bottom, something hard and it filled me up. Clenching down, I tried to force it out, but it wouldn't budge. It had to be the plug they'd used yesterday before dinner, but put it in me once again after I fell asleep. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it was...there.

  His dark chest hair was right there to touch. I hadn't had a chance to lay with him when we were awake. The man was all action and authority. Now, with him asleep, I could feel his heart beating beneath my cheek, watch the rise and fall of his chest. The soft springy hair on his chest tickled and I carefully ran a finger through it. His skin was remarkably soft for someone so strong.

  "I can hear you thinking," Kane murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

  I stiffened in his arms, but when he squeezed me reassuringly, I relaxed. "I don't remember what happened last night."

  "We made you come. Over and over."

  I idly swirled my finger in his dark hair. "I remember that."

  "Your body was too exhausted from all the pleasure to remain awake."

  "Why?"

  "Why did you come several times? Because you gave up your inhibitions, at least for a short duration. I assume they are back in full force now."

  "Why do believe that to be true?" I asked, although I knew he was right, but I wasn't going to say so.

  "Because you realize there's a plug in your arse."

  "Yes, that," I grumbled.

  He shifted and slid out from beneath me so I lay on my stomach.

  "No, don't move," he said, coming up to kneel beside me. I looked over my shoulder and could see his cock, thrusting out fully erect from a thatch of dark hair. I'd taken it into my mouth! It had fit within me...and I'd liked it.

  "Tuck your knees under you."

  I frowned up at him. He just frowned back, so I complied. There was no question what he could see of me this way.

  "Good girl. Unlike Ann, I think it's best for you to have your plug training solely while you sleep. Relax, I'm going to take it out."

  I relaxed, perhaps because his hand was on my lower back as he worked the plug from my ass, or because I wouldn't have one filling me during the day. Wincing, I breathed out through my mouth as he gently tugged it free.

  Once it was gone, I felt...empty.

  "So pretty, baby." A finger ran over the stretched opening and I startled. "Shhh, easy. That worked so well. Tonight we'll try the bigger size."

  He bent his body over mine so I felt the smattering of hair on his chest tickle my back. He whispered in my ear. "Did Ian tell you we'd fuck you every morning?"

  I nodded, my pussy clenching, anticipating his cock. If he made me feel like they had last night, I was not going to complain.

  "Good. Let's feel if you're ready." That's when I felt his fingers slip into me and there was no question I was eager for him. I sighed in pleasure and felt how easily his entrance was.

  "Oh baby, you're so wet. Are you still sore?"

  I shook my head. All I felt was delicious heat.

  Shifting on his knees, I felt the thick head of his cock nudge my opening when he slipped his fingers free.

  "You'll take me like this – from behind?" I asked, surprised as he filled me completely. I groaned.

  "Oh, baby. Just like this."

  CHAPTER NINE

  EMMA

  Breakfast was much like the evening meal with everyone eating around the large dining table. Ann was smiling at her husbands and did not seem in trouble or embarrassed by what had occurred the previous night, nor did she shimmy or shift in her seat.

  "Thank you for letting me borrow some of your clothes," I told her as I sat down, Kane holding out the chair for me.

  Ann smiled. "That dress looks lovely on you, although you seem to fill it out a bit better than I." The bodice was quite snug but Kane did not seem to mind as his eyes kept drifting down to the strained buttons.

  Kane leaned down and whispered. "I rather like the dress as it is. Perhaps a few of these will pop off?" His finger flicked over the top button.

  I rolled my eyes and grinned at him knowing how much he liked my breasts.

  Once seated, the platters of eggs and ham being passed to me, did I realize we had some empty places. "Where's Ian? And, um...Mason?"

  Sitting next to me, Kane took the platter of ham and put a slice on my plate, then another on his. "He's gone to Bozeman."

  Gone? I paused. "I thought he had work or chores to do. He left because of what you said last night?" I looked to Simon.

  The man nodded.

  "Why?" I asked.

  Everyone glanced at Kane. Perhaps, as my husband, he was to answer. "I told you some of us were regimented together in Mohamir under the command of a man named Evers. An incident occurred and Ian was implicated. He was innocent, but framed."

  "Framed?" I asked, worried for Ian. "For what?"

  "Killing a number of women and children."

  I sat wide-eyed at Kane's words. Ian wouldn't kill women and children. I hadn't known him long, but could vouch for his character nonetheless.

  "Yes, what Brody said is true. Evers killed a family. I won't go into detail of why or how as it is too gruesome to share."

  I put my fork down, my food having lost any appeal.

  "When word spread of the horror, Evers pinned the crime on Ian."

  I frowned. "Why would he do that?"

  "He's a Scot, not English."

  "So?"

  "You are not familiar with English history," Andrew said in his American accent. "Neither was I until I met up with this group." He tilted his head indicating the Englishmen around the table.

  "The Scots have wanted their freedom from the English for hundreds of years. The Battle of Culloden in the past century finished off the clans, but hatred still runs through the veins of men on both sides. Returning to England, Ian could be tried and convicted for Evers' crime for being a Scot alone; the hatred is that strong."

  Panic flared. "We must go to him. Keep this man from taking Ian!" I pushed back my chair, yet Kane's hand on the high back halted me.

  "Emma, stop." Kane's voice was deep and clear.

  I shook my head furiously. "No, we need to help him."

  He lowered his head so his dark eyes met and held mine. "I do not wish to spank you for disobedience when you are clearly thinking of Ian's best interest."

  "But–" He put a finger over my lip, his brows raised.

  "Do you think I, or any of these men, would sit here eating breakfast if we truly thought Ian was in danger?"

  When he put it that way, I saw that I was acting rashly.

  I let my shoulders slump in a very unladylike way. "It's just that...."

  Kane kissed my brow, his lips warm. "I know."

  Did he really know how much Ian was coming to mean to me? In such a short time, I cared for the man. Love? Perhaps not, but I didn't want to see him come to harm. He'd only treated me with the utmost of care. Tender, even. The idea of someone using him falsely, and in such a cruel, ruthless way left a bitter taste in my mouth.

  "Does Evers have this much power?" I asked, needing the details. "He was stationed in Mohamir, a small country far from home. I beg your pardon, but that must not have been the most plum position."

  I glanced between the men, a little fearful I spoke out of turn.

  "We found it quite enlightening, until this event," Kane took my hand in his, reassuring me my words were not taken more deeply than deserved. "As you are well aware, being married to several men is not a Western custom."

  "This man Evers has come all the way here to take Ian back to England?" The idea made the breakfast unappealing.

  He squeezed my hand. "Evers wouldn't come here. He's too important in England, or at least he thinks that of himself. Besides, it's half a world away. We chose this location well. Once we learned of Evers' intentions to implicate Ian for his crimes, we banded together and departed Mohamir and worked our way here. To remain safe and keep Evers' secret."

  "Here, we found a place to settle, to begin lives like the families in Mohamir," Simon added.

  "A woman with several husbands," I finished.

  "It's not something I was raised for," Ann told me and she looked to Robert, then Andrew. "But my straits were dire and I had to marry. Robert promised he would take care of me, to protect me and ensured I would never see my father again. He was a...cruel man."

  A look of old pain crossed her face.

  "I wanted her the moment I saw her," Robert said, lifting Ann's hand and kissing the knuckles, which made her brighten remarkably.

  "It was quite a surprise when I learned that Andrew claimed me as his wife as well. It was...complicated." She chuckled and the other man smiled. They were clearly happy now, infatuated even and I remembered how they'd taken her together, all of them verbose in their pleasure.

  "What are we to do, sit by idly while we wait for their return?" I asked, feeling helpless.

  "There are no idle hands here on the ranch," Simon said, returning from the kitchen with a platter refilled with ham. "We work for the common good. We rotate turns cooking and tending to dishes as you saw last night. It is my task this morning. There is ample to do. Horses, cattle, fences, building maintenance, the list is never ending."

  "What do you think would interest you, baby?" Kane asked.

  I thought for a moment. I'd grown up with a cook, a housekeeper and other people to take care of the more mundane tasks. I was...had been a society woman and was not adept at ranch life.

  "I can ride. Perhaps I can offer assistance in the stables?" I looked to Kane, then at the other men around the table.

  "Then we shall begin the day there."

  ***

  "Relax, Emma," Kane said in soothing tones. I was on my stomach, knees tucked under me in the usual position for having the plug put in or taken out. It was morning, so the latest plug had been in all night.

  "I...I'm sorry," I replied, taking a deep breath, although it did nothing to settle me.

  "You've only been awake a minute. What can you be so tense about?" He'd moved his hands from between my thighs and ran one up and down my back.

  I sighed into my pillow. "Ian. I worry about Ian."

  His hand continued it's slow, soothing motion. "Baby, there's no reason to worry. He's fine."

  I looked over my shoulder at him, once again in awe. His shoulders were broad, his chest solid and with dark hair that tapered in a line below his navel to the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. His cock was always erect; there wasn't a time when I saw it at rest, even after a good fucking. Unruly locks of hair fell over his forehead. Sleep had softened his features, if that were even really possible. I was...enthralled.

  "It's been five days," I pouted. I missed Ian. I had to admit to myself that I wanted both men. I wanted Kane...and Ian. It seemed like something – someone – was missing with Ian gone.

  "I thought all the time with the horses would have distracted you."

  I shook my head dejectedly. "I've enjoyed it, especially riding astride instead of sidesaddle. That seems so paltry though in comparison to what Ian's challenges."

  His hand slid down my back to cup my bottom. "Take a deep breath and push out. That's it. Good girl." He slipped the plug from me and didn't delay working me with his fingers. This had been the routine in the days since Ian left. "You've done so well. I can now fit two fingers in you."

  I breathed heavily from his ministrations; his two fingers – very large fingers – scissored and stretched my ass even more than the plug. The feeling wasn't something I would ever become used to. It was foreign and uncomfortable, yet the sensations elicited as his fingers brushed against the ring of muscle there had me panting and even coming. I disliked it, but loved it all the same.

  "Ian will be so pleased when he returns. He will want to see your progress, to see you taking the progressively larger plugs. You will be ready for his cock. Why will he be pleased, baby?"

  I moaned as he pushed the fingers in deep, the greasy lubricant from the plug still kept me slippery. "Because...because he will fuck me there."

  "That's right. He's going to claim your virgin arse. After, we'll both fuck you. Together. Ian will fuck your arse while I fuck your tight cunny. What will that mean?"

  He'd said these words to me every morning as he worked my body. It was a daily reminder as to Ian's inclusion in our marriage, that we would not be complete until he returned. That he was training my ass for Ian.

  "That we are one."

  Ian moved behind me and nudged the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. It was so broad, so flared that every time he filled me, he opened me so wide. "It will be like this, only better. My fingers are most certainly a poor substitute for Ian's big cock."

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