Their Wayward Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 2)

Mason helped me off with my coat and he hooked it on the peg by the door.

"Perhaps I might have some other clothes?" I looked down at my ripped dress. "This dress is beyond repair and I don't have any drawers."

"Mmm," Brody said, hanging up his own coat.

"Dress, yes. Drawers, no," Mason said. "I'm sure Emma or Ann will be happy to select some new dresses for you at the mercantile. For the next week or so, however, you won't need any clothes at all."

The look in his eye as he came toward me had me believing him. He bent at the waist and before I wondered his intent, I was over his shoulder and being carried upstairs. "Mason!"

His hands firmly held my thighs in place and I lifted my head to look at Brody as he followed behind. The corner of his mouth was tipped up and knew he would offer me no assistance.

"It is time to make you ours, wife," Brody said.

Wife. That one word was daunting and devastating and nerve wracking all at the same time. I was married to two men! It had been one thing to consider them a blizzard dalliance, but this was something else entirely. The way Brody was looking at me I knew this was so much more.

Mason didn't place me back on my feet, but instead dropped me onto my back upon the bed in his room. I bounced once, but didn't have time to even come up on my elbows before he was upon me, kissing me. This wasn't the chaste peck from the ceremony, but a real kiss. Mason's lips were soft yet intent, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle and play with mine. With his hand at my nape, he angled me as he wished, plundering. His beard was soft against my skin, scratchy yet silky at the same time. I felt the bed dip on my side.

"My turn," Brody murmured.

Mason lifted his head and I met his dark eyes. Oh. He'd looked at me before, but this was different. Deeper, darker, powerful. It was as if he'd held a part of himself back and now that we were wed, he'd unleashed it. He sat back and let Brody turn my head toward him. He kissed me as well, but he kissed entirely different. His mouth was more insistent, rougher and definitely more demanding. He even tasted different.

My fingers tangled in the silky strands of his hair and every time I breathed, my breasts bumped into his chest. All the worry and fear ebbed from me, my body relaxing and softening beneath him. My blood heated, my nipples tightened and my thighs became damp. My body recognized both of these men and readied itself for them.

"Brody....I...more," I whispered against his mouth. Kissing wasn't enough anymore. They'd been preparing me for days for this, whether by touch or by word, they'd promised me...more.

I wasn't sure when, but Mason had stood by the bed. He took my hand and tugged me up to stand beside him. He easily stripped the dress from me as Brody removed my boots with the new laces.

"Should we allow her to wear a corset or let her be bare beneath her dresses?" Mason asked as he undid the stays on the stiff fabric.

"The idea of her being completely bare beneath a prim and proper dress is very appealing," Brody replied. "I haven't had much opportunity to play with her nipples, but I will rectify that now."

Mason dropped the corset to the floor as Brody turned me to face him. As he sat on the side of the bed, my breasts were directly at eye level. He cupped a breast in each of his hands, the rough callouses brushing against my sensitive flesh. "They're perfect, sweetheart."

His thumbs ran over the tips and I cried out as the feel of it spread all over my body. My pussy was wet, the juices of arousal coating my thighs as my inner walls involuntarily clenched in anticipation. He didn't stop there, for he began to pull and tug and pinch.

I couldn't balance and had to place my hands on his shoulders for support. "Brody!"

"Do you need my mouth on you?" He didn't wait for me to answer, just lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, laving at it, letting the flat of his tongue lick over the tightened peak before sucking on it.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Mason whispered in my ear, standing directly behind me. He trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder, his hands sliding up and down my sides. "Your skin's like silk."

As Brody tended to one breast with his mouth, he used his fingers to play and work my other nipple before switching. I don't know how long he remained focused there, but by the time he lifted his head, my hips were shifting of their own accord into him.

"Let's see if she likes a little bite of pain with her pleasure," Mason said.

Before I could even think of what he meant, his hands came around from behind and took over from Brody, his big palms cupping my breasts. His skin was so dark, the hair there making him seem so manly and rugged in comparison to my

pale, sensitive skin. Fingers took hold of my nipples and instead of just playing as Brody had, Mason slowly tugged the tips outward, stretching them long and not...letting...go. I thrust my chest out to relieve the painful pleasure as I cried out. He didn't relent, just held a constant and steady pull, and then pinched.

"Mason!" I groaned, my fingertips clawing into Brody's shoulders. My eyes widened as I looked into Brody's pale eyes. I saw heat there, need, desire. He was watching me closely, perhaps ensuring I wasn't truly being hurt. It was painful, but Mason's rough touch wasn't hurting me. It just...was.

Mason let go and lifted my breasts up so Brody could suckle gently at one tip, then the other, soothing my enflamed skin. He only remained until I was soothed, my heightened arousal tapered slightly, only for Mason to repeat his rough attentions. As I held Brody's gaze, he lowered a hand between my legs and a finger slid over my lower lips. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything except take what they were doing, for Mason would not relent.

"She's very wet," Brody said. "She likes it. Do you like how Mason makes you feel, sweetheart?"

"I...oh," I sighed. I couldn't respond for Brody's finger ran over my clit and flicked it. He must have been using two hands on me for I felt a finger circle the entrance to my pussy. They'd made good on their promise to keep it empty until marriage.

"We're married now. Please, Brody," I begged. I tilted my hips toward his fingers and I saw him grin.