Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

"I take my responsibilities seriously, ye ken, and they now include ye. Are ye sore?" I lifted up off her enough to look down her naked body. Her breasts were coral tipped and just begging to be licked and sucked. The flesh between her thighs, now bare and smooth, surely ached to be stroked.

She cupped my chin and forced my head back up to meet her steady gaze. "You are changing the subject. You don't have to protect me from everything," she replied.

My heart hurt, actually ached at her simple statement. While I always had Rhys and Cross to watch out for me, this tiny slip of a woman was volunteering to be my protector as well.

"My little lioness," I whispered. "Dinna worry, lass, for tis just my dreams t

hat haunt me. Enough about me, ye didna answer my question. Are ye sore?"

She continued to look at me for a few more moments, and then replied. "My body aches...down there, but I'm not sore."

"When I plow a field, me back hurts the next day." I brushed her dark hair back from her face. "When I plow yer field," she slapped my arm and I grinned, "ye are the one who is aching."

"Simon," she replied, eyes rolling.

"I bet ye are aching for my touch, for my cock."

She glanced away, but I turned her chin back. "Nay lass, now it is you who must answer the difficult question. Ye dinna need to be embarrassed. Yer body, when we are alone, it belongs to me."

Her pale eyes widened and she licked her lips. "I...I feel empty."

I couldn't help the groan that escaped and I shifted my hips so my cock rubbed up against her belly. "Do you want yer pussy filled?"

She bit her lip, glanced up at me through her dark lashes, then shyly nodded.

What my wife wanted, I gave.

CROSS

"I don't think three days is going to be enough," I said, washing the dinner dishes. It had been two days since we brought Olivia to the ranch and tomorrow we would have to share her with the others by joining everyone for lunch. "Surely Emma, Ann and Laurel are driving their men crazy with the waiting."

"Making Olivia come is more of a priority than satisfying the other ladies' eagerness to meet her. Each of them only has two men to share; Olivia has three. We should get an extra day," Rhys grumbled.

"It isna as if we have to give her up, just take her to lunch," Simon replied. "I'm glad a trunk was picked up in town, for now she has some of her things. The smile on her face when Andrew delivered it was verra pleasing. Now she'll be comfortable in clothes."

I groaned at the idea of her clothed again since she'd been mostly naked for the past two days.

"We eat lunch, then we can bring her home and fuck her," Simon added.

"You two have each had a night with her." I could hear the crankiness of my voice. Hell, it wasn't crankiness; it was unrequited lust. "I had to lay in my own bed knowing she was naked and warm...without me. What the hell did you do with her in the middle of the night?" I asked Rhys, whose smile spread wide.

"She went to the wash room and when she returned, I had her bend over the side of the bed and fucked her from behind. You could have joined us. You could have taught her how to suck your cock."

I could easily picture Olivia naked and leaning on the side of the bed, her ass up, her legs spread so her bare pussy was visible, then taking her. I also thought of her mouth opened wide around my cock. I groaned and turned back to the dishes, washing them with extra vigor.

"That wasn't what you heard, though," he added. I glanced over my shoulder at him and he was now sharing details just to taunt me, his grin a giveaway. "The sounds she made were when I worked the plug into her arse. It was her first one. It wasn't very big, but she's tight there. I kept it in as I fucked her, and then the rest of the night. It's going to be sweet when we get a cock in there. So bloody sweet and tight."

I couldn't handle the torment any longer. I put the dish down, wiped my hands on my pants and stormed down the hall.

"Be sure to use the next sized plug on her tonight," Rhys called to me as Simon laughed.

"We're taking her together from now on. I don't like to wait my turn," I called back.

I took the stairs two at a time to the washroom. Olivia was taking another bath—we were making her dirty quite frequently—and I entered the room with only a brief knock.

She didn't cover herself this time. That was what I noticed first. She'd lost a bit of her inhibitions, but the blush on her cheeks indicated she was clinging to her innocence. After what Rhys did to her last night and what I planned for tonight, she wouldn't be innocent for much longer.

"I heard you are taking Rhys' plugs in your ass."