Their Reckless Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 11)

Maybe the creek would cool my thoughts and my body, so after a quick glance about to ensure I was alone, I stripped out of the men’s pants and shirt, unwrapping the binding about my breasts. Once naked, I looked down at myself, saw my nipples were hard. I wasn’t even in the cold water yet. But my breasts were heavy, achy. So was lower, between my thighs. They’d done something to me back at the shanty. Oh, they’d touched me, but they’d also… bewitched me. I wanted them to touch me again. But I wasn’t the typical woman. Oh, I had breasts and hips and all that, but I wasn’t feminine. I didn’t know how to flirt or bat my eyelashes. I didn’t swoon or primp. They’d be crazy if they wanted me. Surely, they had eager maidens making calf eyes at them whenever they were in town.

Surprisingly cranky at that notion, I walked into the water. The spring run-off had passed and the creeks were no longer icy cold. Warmed now by the sun and the hot weather, it felt good swirling around my calves. Careful on the smooth rocks, I walked over to the calm pool, felt the sand beneath my feet. I sunk down, then worked the tie off my braid and let the strands loose, using my fingers to untangle the mass. I sighed as it swirled about me on the water’s surface. I lay back, floated, closed my eyes and relaxed.

“I’M STARTING to think you have an obsession with creeks.”

Spinning about at Hank’s voice, I gasped as they approached the water’s edge, just as they had earlier by the other creek behind the shanty. Same clothes, same intense stares, same pleased looks that they’d caught me by surprise. This time, I was naked and since Hank just winked at me, he was more than simply pleased.

I sat upon the sandy bottom. Water was up to my breasts, but it was so clear that I had no doubt they could see everything. I covered my breasts with my arm and lifted a knee, hoping to shield as much of me from their view as possible.

I was the one caught by surprise for I hadn’t been able to hear their footsteps over the sound of moving water. It didn’t appear they had any intention of shooting me. They weren’t even wearing their gun belts. From the heated gleam in their stares, their thoughts were far from that.

“And I’m starting to think you’ve got a thing for surprising me,” I snapped. I hated being surprised. Startled. Father and Travis liked to scare me just to see me jump. It amused them to no end.

Hank and Charlie grinned, which made me want to snarl at them all the more. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, although they hadn’t snuck up on me intentionally. I didn’t know them long, but I knew they weren’t sneaky. They weren’t mean.

I was angry less at them and more at my response to them. They weren’t even trying to be… appealing, and I was drawn to them. Just standing there all big and brawny. Then, of course, I thought of what they had done to me standing on the creek bank behind the shanty.

I didn’t have an obsession with creeks, but I did seem to be starting one for these two men, and what their hands could do. I’d thought the water would cool me off, but looking at them now… nope.

“There’s a copper tub inside,” Hank thumbed over his shoulder toward the house.

A copper tub. Inside.

“There is?” I asked. “I… I didn’t see it.”

“It’s behind the stove in the kitchen. Where they’re usually kept.”

Were they? We hadn’t had a tub and if we had, I couldn’t imagine stripping bare and washing myself in one. I would have felt horribly vulnerable and I didn’t like that, not where my family was concerned.

I’d used a simple basin of warm water I’d heated on the stove and a cloth, washing hastily in my own room. I would wash my hair when there was extra hot water and when Father and Travis were not about. In the summer, I would sneak off to the shanty and bathe in the creek.

That, and this little spot on their property was a treat.

But a copper tub?

“Oh, well, I’m… not accustomed to such an extravagance.”

“And we are not accustomed to the extravagance of you,” Charlie commented. His eyes didn’t meet mine, but were focused lower. “Naked.”

“Are you done, sweetheart?” Hank asked, his voice lacking the sharp edge I was used to.

I nodded, but didn’t move.

“Come on out then.”

“Not with you two standing there.”

“Especially since we are standing here,” Charlie countered. “We’ll finish what we started earlier.”

Hank nodded. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Charlie’s fingers back on your pussy?”

“My mouth this time,” Hank corrected.

His… mouth? There? Why?

“I only got a little taste of her earlier. Her flavor’s been on my tongue since and I want more. Come on, love. Give me more of that sweet pussy.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be appalled or eager. It had been hours… hours, since I’d met them and yet here I was contemplating letting them not only see me naked, but having Charlie put his mouth between my thighs, too. It wouldn’t be like Barton Finch, they’d proved that earlier. They wanted to give me pleasure, not take.