Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

"Tomorrow," I said.

Cross shook his head. "Two days. We have yet to fuck her."

"And yet you are here talking with me?" Kane asked, head cocked in surprise.

"Simon remains at the house with her." After her enlightening outburst this morning, we agreed one of us would stay near until she became comfortable with us. "She's taking a bath. We gave her one hour of peace before we descend." Anticipation laced my every word.

"Go," Kane said. "See to your wife. I'll have the others help get the animals settled. I give you three days, consider the extra day a wedding present, and then we meet her."

Ten minutes later we entered through the kitchen door. Simon was sitting at the table reading a book.

He put it down on the table. "I have nae read one word as I ken she's up there," he pointed up at the ceiling, "naked and in a bathtub. After helping her with one last night, tis bloody impossible to sit here and give her some time."

"We're done giving her time," I said, turning toward the hallway.

Simon stood, the chair legs sliding loudly across the floor. "About damn time," he grumbled.

It was time to make Olivia ours.

We found her not in the washroom, but in Simon's bedroom, a bath sheet wrapped around her damp, naked body. I almost came in my pants just looking at her. I tossed the bag of my handcrafted dildos and plugs onto the bed for later and closed the distance between us. We'd surprised her, even though we'd clamored up the stairs and down the hall.

"You have a lovely home," she said, glancing around the room. We’d built the house with large bedrooms, for we were large men, and we'd hoped to someday have a wife who would spend the night in each of our rooms in turn. We also had extra bedrooms built with the hopes of children. Perhaps that day would come soon, for if we were skilled enough and the timing right, it could be in nine months or so. The idea of filling Olivia's womb with our seed and having it take root, to watch her belly swell with our child made my cock press painfully against my pants. If she looked, she wouldn't be able to miss it.

I chuckled at how she was trying to make small talk with just a scrap of white cotton covering her. She knew what was coming, for we'd clearly stated we would wait until we took her, and she was nervous. I didn't blame her. Three randy, eager men were going to strip her bare and take her virginity. Because of this, I took a deep breath and tried to will my cock down.

"Nervous?" I asked.

She gave me a tremulous smile. "You are very daunting." Her pale gaze shifted over each of us and widened as she watched Simon undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Nay, lass. We are three men who want to please our wife, to make her ours." He tossed his shirt onto the bed and then began to toe off his boots. I was undoing my own shirt when he spoke again. "We willna hurt ye. Ever. Now drop the covering so we can see ye."

Biting her lip, she considered, then dropped the sheet, letting it swirl to the floor at her feet.

I hissed out a breath at the sight of her creamy skin, her high, pert breasts, the dark thatch of hair at the juncture of her thighs. Her legs were long and she had dainty feet and her hair was pulled back into a ribbon at her nape.

The other men were almost as completely bare while I was still dressed so I, too, stripped. Clothing wasn't necessary for what we were going to do...for the next three days.

"Her pussy needs a shave," Cross commented.

Simon nodded his head. "Aye."

They stood eyeing her, Simon's arms over his broad chest. Their cocks curved up toward their navels.

One of Olivia's small hands moved to cover her pussy. "What? Shave my...my...why?"

"Did you like how we licked and sucked and ate at your pussy last night?" Cross asked, stepping closer. She retreated and the back of her legs bumped into the bed. "The way I did this morning?"

"Dinna lie, for we ken the truth. Ye loved it...three times," Simon said, walking around to the far side of the bed, placing a knee upon it and coming to kneel behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, then at me and Cross. "Yes, all right, I did. I liked it very much."

Her eyes kept moving, looking us over one at a time, curious and nervous.

"This is your first time seeing a naked man, love?" I asked, brushing a dark curl behind her ear.

"Yes."

"Have a look at Cross while I go get the supplies for your shave. Simon will get you in position."