Their Reckless Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 11)

“More than fucking?”

I thought of the claiming they’d done at the creek. Both of them. There had been no fucking involved. I was the only one who’d been naked.

“Oh, look at your face, I can tell that they’ve already done so,” Laurel added with a laugh. I knew my cheeks were bright pink, for they felt hot.

“No, they haven’t, I mean… not that.”

“Fucking?” Emma asked. Her black hair was pulled back in a loose bun on top of her head, but she blew out a breath to move a curl off her forehead.

I nodded.

“Just because I look all prim and proper doesn’t mean I don’t say the word, or know what it means,” she replied, setting the bowl on the table before her. “I have two husbands.”

“I have three,” Olivia said. “Trust me, I know all about cocks and fucking.”

“Yes, but Hank and Charlie aren’t my husbands,” I countered, not taking the time to think of Olivia surrounded by three men all trying to get their cocks in her.

“Yet,” Laurel added, passing behind me to put shucked peas into a pot on the hot stove.

“They’re honorable. They won’t take your virginity until you’re married. Anything else… it’s to show you how much they desire you. They must have shown you what it would be like without their cocks in you,” Emma offered. It was as if she were speaking of the latest styles of hats with her calm tone, not fucking.

“I married Robert and Andrew the day we met,” Ann said.

“I woke up naked and in Mason and Brody’s bed the morning after they rescued me from a blizzard,” Laurel added, clearly trying to show me I wasn’t the only one who had men who had touched them carnally and directly after meeting. “While they didn’t fuck me before we married, they did stroke themselves and cum all over me. Marking me.”

I set my hands on top of the napkins. They didn’t really need to be folded. But I did need to hear these ladies’ stories. I wasn’t as… wild as I’d thought. I wasn’t broken or crazy or a harlot. They eased my mind, a little.

“I was rescued from a virgin auction, married to Kane and Ian, then fucked within an hour,” Emma said. “What did they do with you, Grace? It can’t be anything we haven’t seen, done or wanted.”

I looked between them, all eager to hear more. “They touched me.”

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p; “Your pussy?” Olivia asked. “That feels so good.”

“Your ass?” Laurel added. “I never imagined liking it, but… I do.” She grinned wickedly.

I shook my head.

Emma frowned. “They didn’t touch you?”

I swallowed, took a deep breath. I was not accustomed to sharing my thoughts and definitely not my feelings. And on this topic? Never. “They touched me and Charlie put his mouth on me. Between my legs.”

All four of them sighed.

“But...”

“Yes?” Laurel asked. Her blue eyes were alit with eagerness.

“He put his tongue… there. Where you like so much.”

She all but squealed and clapped her hands together. “Oh, if you liked that, just wait until they open you up with a plug or a cock.”

“There?” I asked, stupefied.

All four of them nodded. I squirmed at the possibility, then stilled, realizing I was a little crazy for wanting something so… dark. And yet, Laurel said Mason and Brody fucked her… her ass? And what was a plug?

“But we’re not married,” I replied. “Surely that’s not proper.” I’d only come to Bridgewater to get away from Barton Finch. To hide. These ladies were talking about fucking and plugs and having cum all over them.