Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

Parker’s hands finally touched me, sliding up and down my arms, then to my waist. With him pressed against me, I felt every hard inch of his broad chest, felt the press of his cock against my back.

I was glad for his hold about my waist for surely I would have melted to the floor.

“My turn.” Parker’s words broke through my foggy brain and before I could do more than gasp, I was spun about and Parker’s mouth was on mine. Oh, he was a good kisser. Completely different than Sully, but just as arousing. When his tongue plundered my mouth, I tasted peppermint.

Parker growled; I felt the rumbling of it against my palms. When did I put my hands on his chest?

With one last nibble on my bottom lip, Parker lifted his head and stepped back. My eyes fluttered open and I swayed, missing their touch, the feel of them. Their scents swirled together and teased me. They teased me and now I wanted more, just as they said I would. If they kissed like that, I wasn’t quite as skeptical about the idea of having two husbands. If this was how they could make me feel by just simple kisses… I could only imagine what they could do with our clothes off.

“You’ll be ready,” Sully said, his voice deeper than normal. He was not unaffected either, for he adjusted himself and I couldn’t miss the thick outline of his cock against his trousers.

“Um… I see.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say, for I believed him to be right. My thoughts were muddled, my body warm and loose, my nipples hard and aching. I wanted them already, my fingers itching to touch them, to learn every hard inch of them.

Parker came around in front of me so they stood side by side. Of similar size, one was fair while the other dark. They were both thickly built, with muscles that couldn’t be missed beneath their clothing. So appealing, so handsome and so mine.

“Chloe seems an amiable friend,” Parker commented. “What did she teach you?”

I frowned. “Teach me?”

“You visited here several times?” Sully asked.

I nodded.

“Did she take you upstairs?” Parker added.

I licked my lips. “Yes.”

“Did she kiss you like Sully did? Undress you? Touch you?”

I gasped at the appalling question. “What?” I shook my head. “No, of course not. That’s—”

“Not for you?” Sully replied.

“I… I didn’t know. I mean, I never thought…”

“You’re not interested in making love to another woman then.”

My eyes widened at Parker’s words. “I’m a virgin,” I said, tilting my chin up. I didn’t want them to question that.

Sully smiled. “That’s good, sweetheart, but you can find pleasure without losing your maidenhead. And with a woman.”

I thought of everything I witnessed through the secret peepholes and it had never been two women together. The thought had never occurred to me.

“Oh,” I replied, gnawing on my lip. “You’re wondering what I learned from watching, besides my crude vocabulary.”

Parker reached out and pulled the pin from my hat, removed it from my head. Reaching behind him, he absently placed it on the table beside a bowl of cabbage.

“You watched people fuck?” he asked.

My cheeks flamed and I lifted my hands to them. That word… fuck, was used by Chloe and everyone at The Briar Rose in such a nonchalant way that I’d become immune. But when Parker used it in a question directed at me, I was instantly embarrassed.

My lack of response was answer enough. Both men glanced about.

“You couldn’t have gone out into the main rooms,” Parker said.

“Of course not,” I sputtered. Besides being unseemly, my virtue would have been in tat

ters and news of my presence spread through town like wildfire. It was acceptable for a man—even a married one—to seek out a woman for a night of passion, but the same could not be said for a woman interested in the attentions of a man. Especially the Millard heiress.