Their Reckless Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 11)

I looked over my shoulder at him. His gaze was on my ass, on my pussy I knew was on full display. He didn’t say anything more for it seemed just looking at me had pushed him to the edge.

He moved behind me, gripped my hips and filled me.

“Grace. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered.

I tossed my head back as he took me, this position so different and he was able to go so deep. My inner walls rippled around him greedily.

His palm struck my ass and I gasped, the sting of it turning to even more heat. “You ready, love? Time for me to take you for a ride.”

“Yes,” I said, then nothing more as he fucked me hard. Deep, jolting me forward. He pulled me up so I sat atop his thighs, his hands cupping my breasts. I could do nothing but take him, let him use me for both our pleasures.

Hank flopped down on the bed, his head on the pillows, one arm up and behind his head as he watched. His cock, while just spending deep inside me, was still hard.

His cum eased Charlie’s way, made him slide in and out so easily, even as my body adjusted to two cocks in a row.

His hand found my clit, flicked and played with it, coated it with the cum that had slipped from me.

I was so sensitive, so primed, I came again. Then again.

Charlie pushed me back down so my ass was up, my cheek on the soft blanket as he used me for his own release, finally filling me with a harsh growl and firm grip of his hands.

As he fell onto the bed on the other side of me, sandwiching me between him and Hank, we were all worn out. I fell asleep to their hands on me, the heat of their bodies pressed into mine.

They woke me while the sun was setting to fuck me again. Then again once night had set in. It was as the sun was rising that I rode Charlie’s cock, straddling him like he was a wild mustang and there was no way to tame him, just to ride him until we both came. Hank slid a hand down my back, slipped his thumb into my ass and I rode both of them.

“Soon, sweetheart, we’ll fuck you together,” he murmured, but I was screaming my release.

Instead of slipping into sleep once again, I lay awake listening to Hank and Charlie breathe, to feel their hands resting on me, watching the sun creep across the ceiling as my husbands slept on either side of me. I was sore, my body well used. I had their cum all over me, my skin damp with sweat. I’d found the pleasure that was had in a loving marriage. I had the devotion and attention of two men.

But it would all end, for I had to meet Barton Finch. I had to keep everyone at Bridgewater safe. I’d had the night I always wanted, had the men I’d never imagined. I was married.

It was time to walk away. Time to keep those I loved safe. I’d had it all… if only I could discover a way to keep it.

11

HANK

“WHERE IS SHE?” I asked, wiping my eyes and realizing I was in bed with Charlie. Only Charlie. And we were naked. I didn’t give a shit if he saw my balls, or if he watched while I pleasured our woman, but that was as far as it went. If we were going to sleep without Grace, I had my own bedroom.

I climbed from the bed, grabbed my pants from the floor. I didn’t bother with a shirt, only fastened one button so they’d stay on my hips. The sun was up, but by the angle, it was still early.

Hank rolled over. “Fuck, maybe she’s making breakfast.”

“We don’t even know if she cooks,” I countered. “I don’t smell coffee, or bacon.”

My stomach rumbled at the idea. We’d all worked up an appetite all night, taking her again and again. And the thought of what we’d done with her made my cock hard.

“Maybe she’s at the creek washing up. From what she said yesterday, it didn’t sound like she’d ever used a tub before. And, we got her pretty fucking dirty.”

I grinned, shifted my cock in my pants. “How many times did we come in her?”

He sat up, then reached down and grabbed his pants. “Lost track.”

His red hair was tousled from sleep and I could see scratches on his back from Grace’s nails. Our wife was a wildcat.

I went downstairs, found the kitchen empty. The stove was cold. Looking out the back window, I didn’t see her down by the creek.

I found the hastily scrawled note on the table as Charlie came into the room. I stared at it. Read it again. And again, trying to understand what I was seeing.