Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

“Why is that, precious?” Tucker wondered.

“Because…” I licked my dry lips. “Because I want this. You.”

Tucker’s thumb moved to my lower lip and slid it back and forth. “Have you thought about us like this? Kissing you? Touching you?”

I felt my cheeks heat, giving away the truth. “I can’t lie about this,” I said, although I could about other things. “I don’t want to do so. I think… I think my body will give me away.”

Gabe stepped close, slid his hand down my neck, over my shoulder, and to my waist. His hand was so big his thumb brushed the underside of my breast. “Yes, we can see your nipples are hard, even through your blouse.”

“I… I can’t help it.” Gabe’s thumb slid back and forth, higher now, curving over the full swell. When it brushed over my nipple, I gasped. “More.”

“More?” Gabe repeated, the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“I want your hands on me,” I breathed. “Without my clothes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tucker said, readily undoing the buttons of my shirt. I lifted my chin so he could get to them better.

As Tucker worked, I looked up at him through my lashes. “Can I touch you?”

“Precious, you never have to ask that.”

When I placed my hand on his chest, his fingers stilled briefly and his gaze met mine. Held. His pale eyes heated before he worked the shirt off me even quicker. Beneath my fingertips, his body was so very warm and yet rock hard. It was as if he had been chiseled from a slab of marble.

My arms fell to my sides as Tucker undid the few buttons on my skirt then pushed it over my hips and to the floor. I didn’t even hear breathing as they looked at me in just my shift, stockings and boots. Tucker’s fingers hooked on the shift's hem and he slid it a few inches up my thigh.

“Precious, I like you not wearing drawers.”

I didn’t know what to say. If he raised his fingers a little higher, they’d see my most intimate places. I wanted them to do so, and it was taunting. To me, and probably them as well. The anticipation made my skin heat, my pulse race.

Gabe took the other side of my shift and lifted it a little, their knuckles sliding over bare skin. “And your corset?” he asked.

“I don’t wear one. I’m not… big enough to need one.”

Both men did nothing, and I looked up at them, worried they would be bothered their wife chose to refrain from wearing certain undergarments. “I assure you I’m always modest,” I countered, hoping to alleviate any concerns they might have.

With deft fingers, they lifted the thin shift ever so slowly, my naked body exposed. I watched their faces. I knew they could see the dark hair at the apex of my thighs, my soft belly, my small breasts. When the time came, I raised my arms overhead and they tossed the garment to the floor. I stood in just my boots and stockings.

“You won’t be modest with us,” Tucker countered, his gaze raking over every inch of me.

My nipples furled beneath their scrutiny and from the air. I wasn’t sure how it could feel so cool and yet my body was so warm. He knelt before me and lowered his eyes down my body, stopping to stare at my pussy. I knew it was called that—one of the girls from school had said her beau had used the term for the place between her legs. Tucker had said it earlier. He inhaled deeply and a groan escaped him as he tugged on the laces of my boots, removing them both. My hands went to his shoulders for balance.

“She’s wet,” Tucker murmured, his eyes not on what he was doing but on my pussy. “And her arousal smells so sweet.”

“I wonder how she’ll taste,” Gabe replied.

I looked up at him, confused. Taste? I knew I was wet, but taste?

When Tucker finished, he left the stockings yet didn’t stand.

“I’ll find out.” Tucker kissed my thigh and slowly worked his way up to where it was coated in my arousal. His tongue flicked out, licked some.

I gasped at the carnality of it. His tongue heated my skin leaving behind a little path of fire.

“Sweet,” he replied, and went back to lap up more. He got close to my pussy but didn’t touch me there. He grinned at me, his lips shiny. “What do you need, precious?”

I realized my fingers were digging into his shoulders and I was tilting my hips forward into Tucker’s face.

“Isn’t she the brazen one?” Gabe asked, moving to stand behind me. His big hands came around and cupped my breasts.