Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7)

But, that wasn’t it. The plug was in, but Sully had said, “We’re not done, sweetheart. The training’s just beginning.”

The clatter of a spoon pulled me from my thoughts. I felt everything now, including my sore ass. Parker had pulled the plug from me before we left The Briar Rose, but I still felt the effects of their efforts. It was all even more noticeable since I wasn’t wearing a petticoat or drawers. I was bare to the air down there. Completely bare. They could just lift up my skirts and…. I did flush then. It definitely wasn’t because of the steam.

I had to wonder what they planned to do with me next. While Mason had said he and Brody had fucked Laurel on their front porch—where everyone could have seen and heard—I had to hope my husbands wouldn’t do that. But when we went to their house—our house—I knew there would be no reprieve.

CHAPTER NINE

PARKER

For a week, we kept Mary in our house. Naked. The only adornment she was allowed was a plug in her ass and our seed on her thighs. A week of keeping her well occupied as we waited to hear news so we could implement our plan to finish Benson once and for all.

Quinn and Porter had gone to Butte with their wife Allison. While there, they’d enjoy the theater and other offerings of the big city, and at the same time, keep an eye on Benson. None of them had been there before and would not be a threat, or connection to Sully, for Benson. After six days, they finally sent word that Benson was coming after Sully. We’d been right, he’d paid henchmen to complete the task for him and they were on their way to Bridgewater.

The knock on the door came as we were in the bedroom with Mary. She was riding Sully, her hands in a tight grip on the slats of the headboard, her ass stretched and filled with a plug much larger than the one Chloe had given her. With gentle coaxing, she’d been able to go up two sizes in the past few days and she was close to being ready for us take her at the same time. While it was something Sully and I longed to do, we were in no rush. I loved seeing the look on her face as we taught her new things. She was as insatiable as we were, not inhibited in the slightest, and very sensitive, easy to arouse and come.

I pulled on some pants and went to the front door, Mary’s little gasps and moans followed me down the hall as Sully talked dirty to her.

Kane took off his hat and came inside. As the sound of a palm against bare flesh carried to us, Kane raised an eyebrow. When Mary cried out, he grinned.

“I’m interrupting.”

“Sully can tend to her on his own for a bit.”

“Yes!” Mary cried, her voice desperate and breathy.

I adjusted my hard cock, grinned shamelessly.

“I’ll make this quick then. Porter sent word. Benson’s men are headed this way. I’ve told the others. We’ll leave in two hours.”

I nodded, pleased it was finally time to take care of Benson, although I wasn’t too keen on leaving Mary in this moment. Although, we were always hard and eager for her, so there really never was a good time to part from her. Sully had wanted a simple life, and hopefully, with Mary’s issue with Benson soon resolved—or Benson’s issue with Sully—we could return to the ranch and fuck in peace for the rest of our lives. We needed this to end.

“Who’s staying behind?” I asked. The women would be protected.

“Dash and Connor, plus Mason. Quinn and Porter are returning with Allison this afternoon.”

“Good.”

Mary screamed then, and not in pain.

“Two hours?” I asked, eager to shut the door in Kane’s face and get back to my bride.

“Make it three.” Kane slapped me on the shoulder and let himself out.

Returning to the bedroom, I found Mary in bed, eyes closed, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Her pale hair was a wild tangle on the pillows and she was trying to catch her breath. Sully sat on the side of the bed, tugging on his pants. He arched a brow in tacit question, and I nodded in reply.

He stood, did up the buttons. While he had the look of a well satisfied male, his focus had shifted to Benson.

“Mary,” I said, my voice gentle.

She looked so sated, so well satisfied, that I knew my next words were going to ruin that for her. Hell, I didn’t want to ruin that for any of us. She slid her leg over the sheets, tucking it up at an angle. Did she know her bare pussy was now open to us? Did she know it was deliciously pink and swollen, coated in a thick layer of Sully’s seed? Did she know the handle of the plug in her ass parted her cheeks so invitingly?

If she did, she was a vixen and she would be spanked.

“Mmm?” she replied.

“We have something to tell you.” Sully’s voice wasn’t as gentle as mine—it never was—and she opened her eyes.

“Benson is sending men here, to come after Sully,” I said. There was no way to soften the words.