Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

She flushed even more furiously as she stood in the tub, water sluicing down her body. I held out my hand to help her out and grabbed the bath sheet as I did and began to dry her. "Well?" I asked.

"You seem angry."

I shook my head and knelt down to dry one leg, then the other. Her smooth, bare pussy was in perfect alignment with my face and my mouth watered to taste her. "Not angry. Eager. Eager for you. It's my turn to play."

"Don't I ever get to play with you?"

I paused, my hands on her legs and looked up her luscious body to meet her eyes. "Haven't you been playing all this time?"

"Yes, but you three tell me what to do."

I began to dry her again, my hands slow so I could savor the feel of her. "You mean you want to be in charge."

She thought for a moment. "Yes, perhaps I do."

I stood and dried her belly, then her breasts, where I lingered. I loved the lush shape of them, their weight, the way the plump nipples tightened at the slightest touch. "Your ass training is not up for negotiation."

"But—"

I silenced her with a finger over her lips.

"Don't you want the three of us to take you at the same time?"

I pulled my finger away and she replied, "Yes."

"Then we need to prepare your ass to take a cock. You know we're big. We don't want to hurt you. Remember, nothing but pleasure." With that resolved, I continued, "We will get the next size plug settled into that delectable ass of yours, and then you can be in charge. All night long."

"The plug needs to stay in that long?" she asked, quirking one dark brow.

"At least a few hours. I have needs though, love, so if you're in charge, it's your job to meet them."

CHAPTER EIGHT

OLIVIA

"How do you handle three men?" Emma asked, all dark hair and wide eyes.

She was married to Kane and Ian, who met us at their front door. From their accents, the men were English and Scot, just like Rhys and Simon and, from what I'd been told, had been in the same army regiment. Ann was equally interested to meet me, along with Laurel, and they'd pulled me into the kitchen away from the men. Ann was fair-haired and petite, while Laurel had fiery red hair and green eyes. They had me sit at the kitchen table and chop carrots as they moved about, cooking, stirring, checking if something was done baking.

I was not overly adept in the kitchen; I could make a simple meal for Uncle Allen and myself, but I couldn't handle a meal for fifteen, so I was content with the basic task they put before me. From what they told me, everyone at Bridgewater ate meals together—except when a group of them got married and didn't get out of bed for three days—and rotated the role as cook and dishwasher. While it seemed odd that they always ate at Kane, Ian and Emma's house, theirs was the largest and had, it seemed, been built with an overly large dining room for just this purpose. The only unmarried men left were Simon's brother and a man named MacDonald, both of whom had not arrived for lunch yet when I'd been dragged off. The ladies volunteered to cook today, clearly in order to get me alone and pepper me with questions.

"I don't know any other way," I replied. While I grew up imagining one husband, having three was the only way I knew.

"True, but men are fairly needy. Aren't you tired?" Ann asked, and then blushed. She had been married the longest to her husbands were Robert and Andrew. They had an eight-month-old son who had been crawling on the floor under the supervision of his fathers, who'd introduced themselves as I walked by. "Surely you're tired if you are newly wed to those three."

They all giggled.

"Brody and Mason didn't let me out of bed for two days," Laurel said. She had wed in the winter, and from the story she told, was thankful to be alive since her men had rescued her from a blizzard.

"It seems," I started, then chopped through a large carrot with a loud thwap, "while they like to...to—"

I couldn't go on, for it was hard enough to get used to intimacy with the men, let alone talk about it with these women.

"You can share. We are very open at Bridgewater," Emma said. "My first day o

n the ranch Kane and Ian shaved my pussy and put a plug in my bottom with Laurel's husband right outside the door."

My mouth fell open. "Outside the—"