Their Rebellious Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 10)

No, she didn’t, and I doubted she ever would. I didn’t want her any other way. She was mine.

“I’m sorry, Kitten,” I murmured, lifting my head enough to kiss the top of her head. “It seems you haven’t been a bad girl as we’d thought.”

“Maybe I was a little,” she admitted, playing with the button on my shirt.

“Oh?”

“Because if I’m good, I won’t get any spankings.”

She looked up at me through her lashes, her look hopeful and a touch bashful and a whole lot sassy.

“Don’t worry your gorgeous ass any,” Jonah told her, leaning forward and giving her a gentle spank on her upturned bottom. “We like you a little bit bad.”

My cock was hard now, thinking of getting her on her hands and knees again, this time fucking her.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” I admitted.

Carefully, she climbed off of me, taking Jonah’s hand to help her up. “You’re injured,” she said, looking down my body which only made me harder. “Your leg must but hurting. You can’t seriously think of doing… that now?”

“He can think all he wants,” Jonah replied.

I sighed. They were right. My cock would have to wait. At least for a little bit.

“A week should do it,” Jonah added.

I pushed up on my elbows and let out a little groan at the pain. “A week?”

He grinned and I fell back, not pleased. I had a gorgeous bride who I wanted to sink into.

“Two days,” I grumbled. “Two days, Kitten.”

“The doctor said a month,” she countered, although she bit her lip, probably considering that duration to be too long, even for her.

I grinned, then shifted my cock in my pants. I was uncomfortable, everywhere. “I can think of ways to fuck you so I’m not doing any of the work. I’ll just lie in bed, just like this and you can ride me.”

“And I’ll be in your ass,” Jonah murmured.

Oh fuck, us taking her together. Finally claiming her completely. Two days. It was going to be the longest two days of my life.

12

TENNESSEE

We made it eighteen hours. Eighteen hours and then I couldn’t wait any longer. My men certainly hadn’t make it easy. In fact, I was thinking they were intentionally pushing me to the point where I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

The evening before, James had agreed to a touch of laudanum to sleep through the night. I’d wanted to remain with him, so Jonah slept once again in the other bedroom.

But during the day… with James settled once again on the sofa, this time sitting upright, he’d kept me at his beck and call. Not only did I bring him food to eat and books for entertainment, but I’d kissed him as requested. Soon, that hadn’t been enough for him and he’d told me to undo the buttons on my dress. He’d kissed his way down to my cleavage above my corset. A few hours later, my corset had been unhooked and he’d kissed my breasts, sucking and laving one nipple and then the other, leaving me panting and wanting. By late afternoon, he had his hand beneath my dress and was fingering me to completion. Just like in the church, I’d been so eager for him, I’d dropped to my knees, opening his pants and voraciously sucking his cock until I’d swallowed every bit of his seed.

When I licked my lips of the remaining essence and looked up at him, I knew I held quite a bit of power. I made him aroused, made him come. Me.

My sisters, Tom and Abel had come to dinner, James sending one of the hands to the Wells ranch with the invitation. It seemed Abel had been a worthy host and not only made them feel at home, but had explained to them a Bridgewater marriage. I was thankful for that, because I’d ridden off in haste without giving any explanation to having two husbands. As for Abel himself, he had pulled me aside to apologize for his lack of courtesy and had been amiable with his father.

They didn’t linger, but I promised to visit my sisters tomorrow; the three of us wanted to talk without any men about. Well, I knew I would talk and they would ask the questions. But that was tomorrow. Now…

It was late, darkness had settled and the cool night breeze came in through the open window. I wasn’t the least bit chilled even though I was naked, for I was kept quite warm.

James was sprawled, naked, in the center of the bed, his head resting on a pillow. His leg was braced securely and he looked as if he were in pain. But it wasn’t his injury that made him look that way, but his cock. He gripped the base, stroked the engorged member. It stuck straight up and thick veins bulged along the length. The crown was wide—had I taken that into my mouth?—and a dark plum color.