Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

I gasped. Tucker watched me intently, his jaw tightened. I could see my arousal still shiny on his chin.

“Yes… and no.”

“Show us,” Tucker said.

Before I could reply, Gabe scooped me up in his arms and laid me down in the center of the bed. Tucker stood and gripped the iron footboard as he kept watch. With the tilt of his chin, he repeated, “Show us.”

I glanced at them both. They were fully dressed while I was completely bare and exposed. It was a decadent, brazen feeling. They’d made me come with dexterous skill. This was what I’d thought about ever since the picnic. Had it only been a few days since my return and seeing them again? I’d wanted them to touch me the way they had, to look at me as they were now. Heated gazes, tight jaws, tense muscles as if they were trying not to jump on me.

“Be a good girl and show us, precious,” Tucker said.

“And what if I don’t?” They could see my saucy smile.

Gabe pointed. “Your ass will be nice and red and your bottom hole filled with a plug. Then you’ll part your legs and show us how you make yourself come.” He shrugged and glanced at his brother. “Perhaps we should just do that now.”

Tucker nodded once. “I agree.”

I sat up in surprise. “What? I was just playing!”

Tucker moved around the bed and pushed me onto my back. I bounced off the soft blankets. Before I could do more than gasp, he gripped my hip and flipped me onto my stomach. Another set of hands lifted my waist, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.

“What are you—”

“Grip the headboard, precious.” Tucker kissed my shoulder as I rose up and took hold of the cold iron. Turning my head, I looked into his eyes. I saw happiness and humor there. “Trust us. You’re going to love this.”

I wasn’t so sure, but they’d done nothing so far to have me doubt them.

“I don’t want another spanking,” I clarified.

Tucker spanked me once and very lightly. My hips shifted, more out of surprise than pain. It hadn’t hurt at all, just set my bottom to tingling. The spots Gabe had spanked earlier were sensitive and heated quickly. It morphed and spread through my body.

Tucker continued to rain down gentle spanks all over my bottom, and I found I was pushing out for more. This wasn’t punishment. It didn’t feel like it, especially the way he leaned in and kissed along my nape as he did so. When I turned to watch him, he lifted his head and kissed my mouth. His hand stilled, cupping the heated flesh of my bottom. His tongue delved into my mouth, and I could taste myself. Sweet and musky. The kiss went on and on, Tucker’s lips learning every curve, every bit of my own. It was only when I felt a second hand on my bottom that I gasped and broke the kiss. Turning my head, I saw Gabe kneeling on the other side of me, holding up a small wooden object coated in something shiny and slick.

“This is a plug for your ass. We’re going to fuck you there. One of us in your pussy, the other in your ass.” Gabe grinned. “You’ll love it. This plug will prepare you.”

“Now?” I started to panic at the idea of their extremely large cocks going there. I doubted they could fit in my pussy, let alone… there.

“Don’t panic. Not today. Not until you’re ready.”

“Gabe,” I said, my voice tentative. I didn’t say more, for he knew I was having doubts about it, no matter what he said.

“Shh,” he crooned, looking down. I felt the hard object press against my bottom hole. The coldness of it had me jumping, but with each man’s hand on my bottom, holding my cheeks apart, I couldn’t move. Tucker turned my head and kissed me again. I was glad for the pleasant distraction. My body went soft under his skilled lips, and Gabe gently nudged my back entrance open. He took his time and was very gentle, but the feel of the narrow tip sliding into me was odd. It burned slightly, the feel of it sharp and bright and extremely sensitive.

“That’s it, Abigail. You’re being such a good girl. You’re taking it so easily. I’ll bet it feels strange, but so good.”

I moaned then against Tucker’s mouth because it did feel good. Why, I had no idea. It shouldn’t feel good. Gabe shouldn’t be right. I shouldn’t like it, but it seemed whatever these two did, I wanted it.

All at once, the plug settled inside me and I felt the wide base hold it in place. Gabe’s hand slipped around to the front and between my thighs.

“So wet,” he murmured, touching my pussy for the first time.

Tucker lifted his head and my lips felt swollen and tingly.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered, his eyes so close to mine. “Reach down and make yourself come.”

I let go of the headboard with one hand and reached between my legs, felt Gabe’s fingers, slick with my arousal. They moved away, and I touched my hot flesh. I’d never felt it so wet, so swollen. Placing my middle fingers over the distended nub, I pressed and circled as I was accustomed. My eyes fell closed, and my head tipped back. It felt the same as when I’d done it alone in my bed, but better. The feel of my fingers and the plug in my bottom made it so much more intense. Tucker’s finger inside me only a short while ago made my virgin hole tighten and ache to be filled. It was as if I were being teased, especially when each man cupped a breast and played with it.

It didn’t take long to come, knowing they were watching. I arched my back and cried out, my inner walls clenching as I came.