Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

“I want to come on your mouth.”

“With pleasure, baby. With pleasure.” Tyler rewarded me with a grin just before he put his mouth back exactly where I wanted it.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

“Do you want him to slip two fingers deep inside you?” Xander whispered in my ear. “Your pussy’s so delectably tight, when you come you’re going to squeeze them.”

I did right then, just by the words alone.

My hips began to shift. I couldn’t help it. I was close and I was chasing my pleasure, moving on Tyler’s face so that I was closer… closer. Oh, so close.

“Yes, fingers. In me. Please.”

I felt a hand on my bare bottom. “And what about here, sweetheart? Do you need a finger here, too?” As Xander spoke, a finger slipped between the seam of my bottom and over my…

“Xander!” I gasped. “You can’t… oh, yes!”

He’d circled my back entrance, then slipped a slick fingertip into me. I’d never been touched there before, let alone have a finger work its way inside. The stretch was uncomfortable, but, it was dark and carnal and it felt so good.

“You have Tyler on his knees licking your clit, drinking down all your delectable juices. His fingers are filling your pussy while you have my finger in your ass. You like two men touching you. You like it when you have no choice but to take what we give you.”

Xander kept talking, his dark words filling the remainder of my senses. I felt their hands everywhere. I could smell their unique scents and the heady aroma of my arousal. My lingering taste was on my tongue. I could see Tyler’s head between my splayed thighs. I was overwhelmed, consumed.

“Please,” I begged, my head thrashing against the door.

“Come, sweetheart.”

I did. I obeyed Xander’s command and came so blissfully hard I surely put marks on Tyler’s shoulders with my fingernails. My scream filled the entryway and I could do nothing but clench and squeeze down on their invading fingers, riding the waves of pleasure that they gave me.

An arm banded about my waist and held me up, for my knees gave out and I would have collapsed to the floor.

Tyler stood to his full height and both men loomed over me. They, too, were breathing hard.

“We’d better get her to Olivia’s before we fuck her,” Tyler murmured. Putting his hand at the front of his pants, he adjusted himself. Oh, my. Through his pants, I could see the outline of his very large…

“I’d let you see my cock, baby, but then I’d have to fuck you.”

I frowned, noting that both men’s pants showed clear delineation of their desire.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked, confused. “I thought… that was what I expected.”

Xander took a step back. “Not until we’re married, sweetheart. Then we’ll fuck you and mark you and fill you with our seed.”

CHAPTER TWO

TYLER

The day before…

“Just because you’ve found the men of your dreams does not mean you can play matchmaker,” I told Olivia.

She gave me a look that was pure exasperation, especially when it was combined with a hand on her hip. My tiny cousin had three men wrapped around her little finger—husbands Cross, Rhys and Simon—and that was plenty. I did not need to be added to that list.

“Her husband died, Tyler,” she countered. I glanced at Rhys and Cross who flanked her, but I received no help from either of them.

“Why can’t your men go with you?”

“Because you and Xander have nothing better to do. While you are just visitors here, we—” Rhys waved a hand between Cross and himself, “—live here and have been assigned the job of putting out tables.”