Their Conquered Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 9) (Grace Goodwin)

“God, Ford. That swat made her drip with cream.” Logan swatted me again as I bit my lip and closed my eyes against Ford’s knowing gaze on my flushed cheeks. “She’s so wet I could fuck her right now, take her hard and fast.”

I moaned at his words and Ford’s hand clenched into a fist high on my back and his voice was deeper than it had been before. “Don’t fuck her yet.”

I opened my eyes to find Ford watching me.

“Before she gets fucked, she has to tell us all her

secrets.”

Logan swatted me again and I squirmed in an effort to tempt him to touch me. I needed him inside me. His cock. His fingers. His tongue. I wasn’t choosy. I wanted him to fuck me and pull my hair, just like Xander had done to Emily. I wanted to climb up Ford’s body and ride his cock as Logan took me from behind. I wanted to be Emily.

But I couldn’t be. I was legally married to another man, a man named Jenkins, a man who had a lawful claim to me. I was still just a whore fucking two men who didn’t know the truth. The fact that I didn’t tell them, that I couldn’t bring myself to tell them about my proxy marriage to Jenkins, made me worse than a whore. I wasn’t just a whore; I was a liar, a selfish, spoiled liar who would do anything to feel the pleasure of their touch. Anything but tell them the truth, because the truth would end this dream for me. The truth would cost me everything.

Logan caressed my ass and kicked my ankles wider so my pussy was ripe and spread open for him. He teased me, inserting one long finger for just a moment before leaving me empty once more. “Tell us why Xander makes your face turn pink and your pussy wet, my Lizzie.” Logan fucked me a bit harder, using two fingers and thrusting deep, leaving them buried inside me as he waited for my answer. “Tell us why watching him makes your pulse race and your breathing quicken.”

What? How did he know? How could he know? “I don’t—”

Smack.

“Ahhh! That hurt!” Logan had spanked my bottom with his free hand, hard. He pulled his fingers out and drove them deeper the second time. Spanked me again and again.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

“Do you want to fuck Xander?”

“No.”

My pussy clenched at his words, a vivid image of Logan fucking me from behind as my dark hair fell forward on the bed. I didn’t want Xander. I wanted to be like Emily, but I had no desire to be touched by her men.

I wanted my own.

“Your words say no, Lizzie, but your pussy says yes.” Was that disappointment in his voice?

I tried to lift my head, but only managed to lift it far enough to catch Ford’s worried expression. I had hurt their feelings. They thought I wanted another man. A married man! “No! That’s not it at all. I don’t want him to touch me. Never. I never wanted that.”

Ford’s eyes gentled, but the dark green depths still held shadows. “Then tell us the truth, wife. What caused such a strong reaction in you?”

“I can’t—” I shook my head and buried my face in the blankets as Logan pulled two fingers out, then fucked me with three.

“Is this what you want from Xander?”

The pleasure was exquisite and I felt my pussy flood with additional wetness to ease his way. “No.”

“Tell me now.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

Logan’s sigh was more a snarl of frustration and he spanked me hard and fast. I lost count of the number of times his hot palm made contact with my bare bottom, but as the sting faded into a liquid heat it spread through my body, making me feel warm and safe and numb. Maybe I should just tell them the truth. Maybe they wouldn’t think poorly of me. They seemed kind and courteous to Emily and her men. And I hadn’t spied on purpose.

“It was an accident!” Logan’s hand stilled and I gathered my wits enough to speak, turning my tear-filled gaze to Ford. “I didn’t mean to.”

Ford’s gaze was soft, patient. “Didn’t mean to do what, love? You can tell us.”

Logan hadn’t taken his fingers out of my pussy while he spanked me, and the heat of his swats now felt like hot caramel that had melted and spread across my flesh to burrow deep into my core. I took a deep breath and blurted out the truth.