Their Stolen Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 7) - Page 29

“What? Now?”

She moved up onto her hands and knees, her eyes wide with fear. Shifting a bit, she moved so the plug wasn’t uncomfortable. Her breasts swung prettily beneath her and I ached to cup them in my palms.

“Here, sweetheart. Over my lap and I’ll take that plug out.”

I moved to sit down and she held up her hand to stop me.

“A plug in my ass is not what I’m thinking of right now. You said Mr. Benson is coming here for Sully, then… he’ll do what? Take me away?”

We both shook our heads.

“No.” Sully put his hands on his hips, lowered his head. “You have no value to him while married to me.”

Mary looked thoughtful, bit her lip. “He’s after you.”

Sully nodded once.

“You’re going to stay here with the women. Mason and a few other men will remain behind to protect you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You???re going to leave me here?”

She’d become comfortable in her nakedness, but I doubted now she was thinking about how she looked, all lush breasts and bare pussy, sitting on our bed. It only made my answer come that much easier.

“Hell, yes.”

“But—”

Sully crossed his arms over his chest. “We protect what’s ours. That means you. You’ll stay here where we don’t have to worry about you, where we can take care of Benson and come back to you.”

“Yes, but—”

“Do you want us to fuck you some more before we leave or punish you?” Sully asked, his tone that of when he’d tossed Mary over his knee before.

“I get no say?”

“In this?” I asked. Absolutely no fucking way. “No. It is our job, our privilege, to take care of this, of Benson. Once and for all.”

“How long will you be gone?”

I moved to sit beside her, pulled her so she sat across my lap, carefully settling because of the plug. Tucking her head beneath my chin, I reveled in the soft, lush feel of her. I wanted this, I wanted her, without complications, without worry looming.

This, holding her, was peace. It was simple, quiet. Perfect.

“We will draw them away from Bridgewater, so the encounter will not be today. I imagine three, four days.”

Her hand stroked over my belly absently. She’d teased me before and it had not been like this. At times, she could be a little vixen. Now was not one of them. Nonetheless, her caress made me hard. Everything about her made me hard.

“You will go and stay with Laurel and Mason.”

I stroked her silky hair, which was a wild tangle all the way down her back and over my thigh.

“All right,” she replied.

Relieved, I kissed the top of her head.

“We have a few hours. Kane was impressed with how hard you come. Do you think you can scream like that for me?”

She stiffened in my embrace. “He heard?” she asked, worried.

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