Their Reluctant Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 6)

“Where are your men?” he asked.

Olivia groaned. “It’s so big.”

I flushed again, guessing of what she spoke. “They are to bring back the sheriff. I will… um… wait at their house, I mean, at Ian and Kane’s house for them. I’ll let you… um… get back to Olivia.”

I didn’t wait for him to say anything more, but dashed out the open doorway and down the steps.

“Yes! More, Rhys. Please, more!” Olivia’s very satisfied voice drifted to me, even as I ran away.

CHAPTER FIVE

TYLER

“Simon said we should ask you after an encounter you witnessed while we were in town,” I said, closing the door to Ian and Kane’s house behind us. It was the door that we’d pressed Emily against only hours ago, all of us discovering just what it would be like between us. She was our bride now, the sheriff happily coming to Bridgewater to perform the quick service.

“What did you see, sweetheart?” Xander asked, hanging up his hat on the peg.

She wouldn’t meet either of our eyes and her hands fidgeted with her dress. I had a good idea what she’d come upon, but I wanted to hear it from her. I was enjoying how flustered she was. It was a clear sign that while she’d been married, her dead husband hadn’t stolen all of her innocence.

“Oh, um… well, I interrupted them.”

Bridgewater men didn’t just copulate with their wives under the cover of darkness, pushing up their bride’s nightgown to rut. They possessed her body and soul. Nothing was considered inappropriate. Ass training and fucking. Cock sucking. Two men at once, filling both holes. Nipple play. If a Bridgewater woman was needy, their men took care of her, whenever. Wherever.

“Were they fucking?” Xander asked, trying to coax the words from her.

Her head whipped up and her mouth fell open. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “Well, no. Not exactly.”

“Were they licking her pussy?” I asked. Her dark eyes met mine and I watched as her pupils dilated. Ah, she liked dirty talk, but was unused to it.

She shook her head and bit her lower lip.

I reached into the small cloth bag Rhys had given me. A wedding present, he’d said, then slapped me resoundingly on the shoulder. It was full of the handmade dildos and plugs he’d lathed. It was a hobby of his and came in quite useful for everyone at Bridgewater. Bridgewater men liked to train their women for ass play and ass fucking and so would Xander and I.

“Were they using something like this?” I held up a plug that would soon fill Emily’s virgin ass. We’d take her there, fuck her together eventually, Xander filling that untried hole while I took her tight pussy.

Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It wasn’t the smallest plug, for it wasn’t slim or short. In fact, when we worked this inside of Emily she’d have a very good idea of what a cock there would feel like.

“They weren’t… not yet.”

Xander walked off into the parlor and I held out my arm to direct her to follow. There, Xander sat down in one of the comfortable chairs situated around the cold fireplace.

“So they weren’t fucking her and she didn’t have a plug in her ass,” Xander commented. “That means they were preparing her for the plug, for fucking her there. Who had his fingers in your friend’s ass?”

Xander was much more blunt than me.

“Cross,” Emily admitted.

His directness worked with our new bride, for I was surprised she’d actually respond. But she had. That meant she’d respond to other things Xander said. I arched a brow and eyed Xander as I offered a slight nod. I wanted him to continue.

“Take off your dress, sweetheart.” Xander placed his elbows on the armrests and steepled his fingers together, intent on watching.

Her pink lips fell open and I heard a little gasp escape. The sound went right to my cock. I wanted to see those lips parted and stretching around the blunt head.

“Do you need my help?” I came up behind her and kissed her nape. She startled. “Shh,” I crooned against her sweet-smelling skin. It was soft as silk and warm beneath my lips.

“Xander’s the bossy one. Let’s show him what he wants.” I tossed him the plug so I could have both hands free. Reaching around, I slowly undid the button a

t the top of her modest dress. I knew she had no drawers beneath, for we hadn’t given them back earlier.