Their Brazen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 8)

“Aye, and Tucker’s, too.” It was the one in the middle who spoke again. Simon. He had a Scottish accent and a quick smile.

“Olivia is their wife,” Gabe told me.

“Yes, she and I met at the picnic last week. I’m sorry we did not have the opportunity to meet.” I looked around. “Is she with you?”

Cross shook his head. A quick grin crossed his face. “She’s sleeping off our morning attentions.”

I knew what that meant, for I’d had some of my own from Tucker. Yet, I still flushed.

“If she wants a baby, then we have to keep her pussy full of our seed,” Rhys added, his words clipped. with a wholly British accent. I recognized the smile of a satisfied and possessive male.

I’d never heard anyone speak so plainly about wanting a child and trying for one, though.

Gabe looked down at me, eyebrow raised. “Perhaps we made a baby last night?”

My mouth fell open at the realization it was a possibility. From what Tucker said earlier, their seed was still deep inside me.

I looked at him for another moment then turned toward the others. “It’s nice to meet you.” I was not going to answer Gabe’s question, since I considered it rhetorical.

“Will you join us for the noon meal?” Cross asked. Based on his accent, it seemed he was the American of the trio.

“You didn’t appear for three days after you married Olivia,” Gabe countered. “Do you think we’ll be there?”

Cross grinned. “Three of us, three days. You only get two.” They all found the banter amusing, their laughter echoing off the stable walls, although I just felt mildly embarrassed. They were taunting Gabe—and Tucker in absentia—more than me, so I didn’t take it to heart.

“Then I need to get busy.” Gabe squeezed my shoulder and glanced down at me. “I think Tucker and I will have to adopt your thinking, Rhys. If we want a baby, we’ll have to keep Abigail’s pussy filled.”

I gasped and whirled on my husband. Before I could utter a word, he leaned down and tossed me over his shoulder.

“Gabe! Put me down.” I pounded on his lower back.

I heard the other men laugh as Gabe carried me deeper into the stable. A door kick closed before I was righted.

“That was embarrassing!” I cried. We were in a tack room, bits and reins and various equipment for the horses hung neatly from pegs on the walls. The scent of horse and leather filled the small space.

Gabe shrugged. “It is the Bridgewater way. We take care of our wives and their needs.”

“And my need was for you to tell them we would fuck?”

His eyes heated. “I like the way you say fuck.”

“Gabe,” I countered.

“Olivia wants a child, and it is her men’s’ job to give one to her. They are married, so obviously it is no secret they fuck. Just as it is no secret Tucker and I fucked you.”

I backed into the wall, pressed my palms against the cool wood. “Yes, but it’s not talked about.”

Gabe stepped closer. “It is here. Enough about this. Do you have a needy pussy?”

My mouth fell open as I clenched my inner walls at the question. Even after coming just a short time ago from Tucker’s mouth, I was eager again.

“If Tucker only licked your pussy, then he didn’t fill it,” he said. “Is it because you’re sore?”

I shook my head, my body heating at his carnal words.

“Then he must have wanted to taste you. Can’t say I blame him. But my cock wants to feel you come all over it again. Think you can do that for me?”

Oh yes. I definitely could. I licked my lips and nodded. He approached, put his forearm on the wall by my head.