Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

Her skin was warm and fragrant, and I licked again. “You taste different after we’ve been at you.”

Her hands moved to my hair, tugged, then pushed me against her as I found her clit. Circled it with my tongue.

My hard cock pressed into the bed, and I shifted my hips to get comfortable. I’d get in her after she came, but not in her sore pussy.

She cried with a mixture of surprise and decadent pleasure, and I knew it would be her mouth I took next.

***

Abigail

I walked to the stable alone. Tucker had fucked me then fed me. Well, he hadn’t fucked me as they had the night before, but after he’d put his mouth on me and made me come—in a very carnal fashion—he’d lowered me to my knees on the floor and had me put his cock in my mouth. He’d been gentle and patient as he told me what to do. With a hand on the back of my head, he’d guided me to lick the wide head, lapping up the fluid seeping from the narrow slit. After, he had me take him as deep as I could, then pull back. Over and over, until he swelled impossibly larger in my mouth and coated my tongue with his thick seed.

After I swallowed all of it, he brushed his thumb over the corner of my mouth, collected a stray drop, and I’d licked it off. He lifted me to stand between his parted knees as he kissed me. I felt well loved, not just physically, but emotionally as well. By the smile playing across his lips, he was sated and pleased.

But, as I made my way across the tall grass toward the stable, I remembered once again the problem that still loomed. Mr. Grimsby. I would have to leave Gabe and Tucker to go back to Butte. I was sure they’d refuse me travel if I told them about my trip, just as James had denied my traveling alone.

And if they went with me, or even in my stead, they could be hurt. I shivered, thinking about the way Mr. Grimsby waved his gun about, of him shooting one of my men. Yes, they were mine, just as I was theirs. I could go alone. Mr. Grimsby didn’t want me. He thought me unattractive with my scar. I’d just give him the brooch and be gone, Tennessee with me.

I only had two more days to save her, so I would have to depart soon. But what would they think of me when they learned the truth? I hadn’t lied about Tennessee’s predicament, just never told them about it at all. I would just have to hope that, when I returned, they’d understand. I was helping a friend… and keeping them safe.

When I went into the stables and Gabe came down the long central corridor toward me, I knew they’d hate me. I wouldn’t see the pleased gleam in his eye, the dark promise of what his hands, mouth, and cock could do to me. I took a moment to ogle his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, strong muscles. I knew what he felt like, what he smelled like, how he kissed, how he fucked. It was intimate, this knowledge, and I liked the feel of it. The closeness. It was different than any other relationship I had. It was… more. Well, it was love.

Warming beneath his soft kiss, I swallowed down my worry about how they’d react when I went to Butte. Let the less-than-pleasant thoughts slide away.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

I lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his beard as I nodded. It was soft and so different than Tucker’s smooth jaw. I liked their differences, one more tender, the other demanding. They were quite like salt and pepper, but they were both the men I wanted.

“Sore?” he asked, searching my face.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, but his concern felt good. “Tucker asked already.”

“Did he?” His knuckles stroked over my cheek.

“Mmm,” I replied. “And I told him no.”

“Then what?”

“Then what?” I repeated, confused.

“Then what did Tucker do?”

I flushed hotly. “Then he made me come again before putting his cock in my mouth.”

His eyes narrowed with dark heat. “Did he?” he repeated.

“Hello there.”

Gabe and I turned toward the three men who’d come in with us unaware.

They were as big as Gabe and Tucker, as if something about Bridgewater made men large.

“We’ve yet to meet your lass,

” the one in the middle said.

Gabe put his arm about my waist. “Rhys, Simon, and Cross, this is Abigail, my wife.”