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

were allowed—until she stood naked and beautiful in the center of the room. She walked to the bed, head high like a queen’s, and crawled to the center, kneeling there, she faced us with her hands on her lap and her head bowed, waiting for whatever we chose to do. The long, elegant lines of her body was like a sculptor’s art, the curve of her hips so perfectly formed that I longed to grab those hips and hold on tight as I rammed my cock deep.

Logan stepped forward as if under a spell, stopping to look at me. I met his gaze; mine, I was sure, was filled with as much surprise as his. I had expected Logan to throw her over his knee and spank her until she cried. I had expected her to yell at us, to plead, to fight us with words and, if necessary, fists and feet. After that, we would have seduced her with hands and tongue, fucked her until she screamed her release, until she couldn’t see straight, then slept with her cradled in our arms.

But this offering? Her complete and total surrender?

I knew I was supposed to feel like the conquering hero, but seeing her there, bared to us and offering us everything, I felt like the conquered. Her surrender brought me to my knees.

Logan reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it off over his head in one smooth motion. I followed suit, and soon we raced to be naked, next to her. Inside her. It was time to claim our bride, to fuck her together, as we’d longed to do for days. After, she would never doubt exactly whom she belonged to again.

Elizabeth

“What are you doing, Lizzie?” Ford asked, but he was undressing, baring his body as Logan had already done. They stood at the foot of the bed gloriously naked, their cocks huge and hard, and I wanted them both. While Logan stood before me with his arms braced on his hips, Ford crossed his arms instead, not yet ready to trust me. The gesture did not indicate he was going to be fucking me anytime soon. It also seemed that neither would be spanking me.

I swallowed down my nerves so I could answer him. I’d thought my motives obvious. “I’m… I’m giving myself to you, completely. To both of you.”

His dark brow winged up. “Why?”

I frowned and lifted my head to meet his gaze. “Why?” I repeated.

“Why are you giving yourself to us?” His dark green eyes held doubts, ghosts that I’d placed there with my secrets, my lies. The sight nearly broke me all over again. I could not stand the thought that I’d caused these two men, my men, pain.

“Because… because I… I love you.” The admission ripped my heart open. I was bare to them now, body and soul. I’d given them my body in the week we’d been married, but I hadn’t given them my love. Now, now I was ready to give them everything.

Silence settled, thick and heavy in the room, my ragged breathing the only sound that reached my ears as I looked from Logan’s fierce expression to Ford’s unreadable face. Logan looked like he wanted to fuck me raw, punish me with his cock and his body until I surrendered completely. Ford, however, scared me more. Passion I could understand, but Ford’s coldness demanded more from me; he wouldn’t be satisfied with physical surrender. He would demand my mind and my soul. Logan would make me scream with pleasure, but Ford? Ford would deny me, Ford would make me beg.

My pussy grew wet as my thoughts chased each other around and around in my mind. I wanted both. I wanted them both, so much. I looked Logan in the eye, so he would know I spoke from the depths of my soul. “I love you, Logan. Your love is fierce and wild and you push me to take risks. You make me feel safe and loved, you let me be myself.”

I turned to Ford, my hands twisting in my lap as I looked at him, refusing to blink. “I love you, Ford. You seduce me with your words, you force me to face the truth, to see the world in new ways. You are the calm to Logan’s storm.” I looked down at my hands, unable to face the intensity of their stares or their silence for another moment. “When I’m between you, when you touch me, I feel like you love me, like the world is a perfect place, like I am perfect.”

Ford’s arms dropped to his sides and he sighed. “You are perfect, sweetheart.” He took a step forward and I raised my chin to look at him. “And we do love you. More than you know.”

“We’re going to fuck you now. Together,” Logan told me. “Do you know why?” he asked.

“Because I belong to both of you.”

“That’s right, love. You’re the one who makes us a family, who holds us together. You’re the center of our world. We’re going to have you between us, fuck you together. Then you’ll know Ford and I both love you. Both cherish you. Both take care of your every need.”

Logan’s words were like a balm to my weakened confidence and relief was like a tidal wave that threatened to topple me from my place on the bed. They weren’t angry any longer. We were going to be a family forever.

Ford’s next words caused my heart to speed behind my ribs. “You hold all the power, Lizzie. We might dominate you in bed, but you’re the only one who can bring us to our knees. When I heard about the proxy letter, that you were really married to that bloody arsehole, I saw red.”

“You chose us when you burned that piece of paper, and you’ll take both of our cocks,” Logan stepped forward and settled his knee on the edge of the bed, already pushing my boundaries, always challenging me, “…right now.”

Chapter Thirteen

Elizabeth

I nodded, trying not to stare at the two large cocks nearly within reach. “Yes. I want both of you. Together.”

I knew what this meant. I knew that one of them would fill my pussy while the other filled my bottom with their cocks. They’d been preparing me, stretching me wider and wider with those plugs for just this moment. While I’d resisted their efforts before, now I understood why the plugs had been necessary. My men were being gentle, preparing me, for they wanted our final consummation to be perfect. It would be. With Logan and Ford it couldn’t be anything else.

For the first time since I’d seen Emily with her men that night on the balcony, I wasn’t jealous of the passion I’d witnessed. That wild love was mine now, with these two men, my husbands. Mine. I didn’t need to envy another woman when the two sexiest men on the planet were naked and moving toward me.

I licked my lips at the idea of sucking one or both of their cocks deep into my mouth. I stretched, lifting my arms over my head and I watched with satisfaction as my lovers’ eyes shifted to my swaying breasts, to the juncture of my thighs.

I felt so small kneeling in front of Ford, so feminine. With each breath, I studied the broad expanse of his chest. Dark hair tickled my fingers and I leaned in to brush my lips over the soft skin. For a man so powerful and virile, his skin was incredibly warm and smooth. As I moved closer, his hard cock jutted out and nudged my belly.

Glancing up at him, I saw the way his eyes had darkened. He was aroused, but he had yet to touch me. I knew he needed more than words, more than my simple declaration of love. I knew he wanted me to tend to him, to show him how much I longed to have him join the three of us. Together.