Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

Cross's green eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, his cheeks and mouth flushed red, his hair rakishly falling over his forehead. His shoulders were so wide and yet his waist so narrow, and beneath his pants, there was a bulge a large—oh!

"More?" I began to pant in equal measures of anticipation and trepidation. "More what?"

"More you," he growled before he lowered himself between my thighs.

CHAPTER FIVE

CROSS

"I don't know if I'll be able to sit a horse," Simon grumbled as he ran his hand over his face, his whiskers rasping.

It was early, the sun barely up and we stood with our coffee on the back porch of the Tannenbaum house. We'd left Olivia sleeping, naked with the white sheet barely covering her lush body. Her hair was wild and tangled over the pillow, her lips were red and appeared bee stung from our kisses. But that hadn't been the only place we'd kissed. Simon and Rhys had spread her open for me and I'd eaten her pussy until she came. She was so sensitive, her clit a throbbing little bud, her arousal copious and her folds were delectable. Her taste, I couldn't get enough, but once I made her come, we traded places until we'd each had a taste of her and made her come. Her hot, sweet flavor was still on my tongue, even hours later.

While we all knew officially claiming her should occur only once we were back at Bridgewater, it had been hard—no, practically impossible—not to want to pull my cock out and slide it into her slick, wet pussy. I'd been rock hard ever since I saw her at the dance and it wasn't going to go down any time soon. Even if I fucked her, I'd most likely want her again right away. I shifted myself in my pants and agreed with Simon's words. "I'm going to have to take care of the problem before we leave, but as soon as I see her I'll be hard again. Think we can make it home by nightfall?"

"Absolutely." Simon didn't waver in his answer. We needed to get home so we could take her. It would be a long night, but we would ensure Olivia enjoyed every minute of it.

Rhys joined us, his usually tidy appearance rumpled. "We need to get our woman out of here. Seeing her in that bed naked and sated has me wanting to fuck her, but we can't do it with her uncle in the house," he said, his voice grumpy.

"Tonight," I vowed.

"Tonight," Rhys agreed. Simon nodded.

Belinda joined us, and while clearly tired, was dressed immaculately. Her gaze was astute and she seemed the type of woman who missed nothing. "You gentleman are either not happy in the morning or are ready to depart. While the house is quite large, it is not as private as you would probably like." Yes, she missed nothing. She understood our predicament but was too much of a lady to say more.

"Yes, we are eager to get home," I agreed.

A small sly smile formed on her lips. "Yes, I'm sure you are. Would it be easier for you if I helped Olivia ready herself for the trip?"

Simon was the one who responded. "Thank you. I fear she is quite a temptation and we would be hard pressed to leave promptly otherwise."

She laughed at his words. "I'll have her ready in thirty minutes."

The Tannenbaum house was lavish enough to have its own stable and that was where Olivia found us within the half hour window. She wore what I could assume was one of Belinda's dresses, for her smoky robe and nightgown would not work for travel or anything else, really, for she would not be wearing a nightgown to bed ever again. The dress was forest green and cut well, but the color didn't flatter her as much as it would the older woman. I expected our bride to approach us with a sense of shyness after what we did with her only a few hours before or even a smiling, well satisfied glow about her, but I did not anticipate the fiery anger that shot from her eyes, the stiffness of her shoulders.

"You are done with me now?

" she asked.

The sun was working its way up over the mountains in the distance and the air was warming. Only a few scattered clouds speckled the sky; it was going to be a pleasant ride. It was cooler in the stable, the scent of earth and horses strong. Both Rhys and Simon stopped what they were doing when we walked in.

"Done, lass?" Simon asked with an arched brow.

She stepped closer and I could see the bright flush to her cheeks as she placed her hands on her hips. "After...after last night you've had what you want?"

Rhys came up behind her and Simon and I came up beside her so she was flanked between us and one of the horses. "We gave you want you needed, yes," Rhys replied, although he was being neutral in his statement.

What was she angry about? We hadn't even seen her this morning.

"What I needed? I needed to be reassured by my husbands, not left in the hands of Belinda. What did you think I would feel, being abandoned and then told I had to dress to leave? Is this how you plan to treat me, for I will just stay here if you are."

My jaw clenched tightly as I crooked my finger, beckoning her closer without words. She swallowed deeply, but kept her chin raised as she closed the distance, close enough so I took her small hand in mine. With my other, I undid the placket of my pants and pulled out my cock. My rock hard, eager cock.

She gasped and tugged at my hold.

"You're an innocent and do not understand why we did not join you earlier in the guest room." I gripped the base of my cock and hissed, my cock pulsing with eagerness, pointing directly at Olivia. "We should have explained, and for that we are sorry, but did not want to frighten you, but there is no way around it. See my cock, love? It's hard, hard for you. See that fluid on the tip, it's all but weeping to be inside you."

When I began stroking from base to tip and back, she watched my motions carefully, and then glanced up at me through her dark lashes. There I saw curiosity and surprise and a hint of arousal. I wondered if she was wet beneath the long hem of her dress.