Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"Oh," she gasped, the sound escaping was of pleasure, no longer pain.

"Only pleasure now, Emma," Ian promised.

"She's so tight," I murmured, my teeth clenching.

She was a quick learner, shifting her hips and lifting up and down on her knees to ride my cock. I was her stallion and she was the timid mare. As she found her rhythm, I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight as I plucked and tugged on the hard tipped nipples. Ian knelt down behind her and reached around between her spread thighs to touch her clit.

"Kane, I...oh my," she sighed, her head falling back. Her hair was a wild tangle down her back.

"See, lass, no more pain. Only pleasure," Ian reiterated as he worked her hard little nub.

"Come again, baby. Come on my cock."

She was a natural at taking orders when her mind was distracted, for she came on command, her cunny walls milking me, strangling my cock in its pulsating grip. I came too, my hips driving up into her hard as my cock spurted thick ropes from my body, filling her with my seed.

The fit was so tight that as she shifted, my cum dripped out, coating her thighs along with her virgin's blood. She slumped down upon me, a warm weight upon my chest. She was a lusty one, easily to orgasm and most certainly claimed. I glanced up at Ian, his need to fuck Emma evident in every line of his body. He nodded his head in silent agreement. She was ours, and his turn was next.

IAN

The sun was shining when Emma finally stirred. She was on her side, her back curled up against my front. She made a sound in her throat and stretched before stiffening, remembering that she was not alone. I'd enjoyed the past few minutes just staring at her, amazed she was mine – mine and Kane's.

After Kane claimed her the night before, we bundled Emma into a long dressing gown supplied by Mrs. Pratt and slipped into the back entrance of the hotel. Neither Kane nor I had had any intention of spending the night in the brothel, no matter how easy it would have been to find an empty room and fuck our bride all night long. Instead, I'd carried her to my hotel room, sight unseen. We hadn't anticipated a bride when we'd taken the trip into town and Kane's room was down the hall. Since he'd claimed her first, she'd been mine for the night. Sharing wasn't an option at the hotel. We ken our marital ways to be honorable, but the people of Simms would not agree. Once on the ranch, however, the two husbands to one bride dynamic would not be hidden.

I'd stripped Emma, who was too tired to put up much of a fight, and helped her beneath the covers before she fell directly asleep. We didna ken her life story prior to the auction other than that of a bastard step-brother, but whatever her day had been like, it had exhausted her. Or perhaps it had been her initiation into fucking that had tired her so. I spent a long night with my cock hard and throbbing, waiting to claim her for myself.

"Good morning, wife," I murmured in her ear. I saw goose flesh rise on her arm above the sheet as my breath fanned over her nape. I smiled into her soft, heated skin.

Once we'd heard of the auction, our sole goal had been to recognize whether the woman up for bid was in danger of the other men, or if it was all an act. One look at her and we'd both known. She'd needed our help. She couldna have not fall into the clutches of the others. She would be ours.

It had been very late when Kane finally fucked her and I'd watched as he took her virginity. The look on her face when she'd been breached by Kane's cock would be something I remembered forever – the look of surprise, a hint of pain and the instant knowledge that she'd been claimed. When she came riding him, her head thrown back, her dark hair spilling down her back, breasts thrust forward, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

As I watched her sleep during the night, I considered her safety. It reassured me to ken that Kane would be there for her if the bastard Evers tracked me. We'd crossed an ocean and a continent to avoid the man and the crimes he'd pinned on me years ago. The others in the regiment who'd joined us here in the Montana Territory also had sullied reputations and lost rank, but they weren't wanted as I was. I kent, deep down I kent, Evers would find me. He'd find me and drag me back for trial. There was no question it would be soon. Finding a wife and settling into the happiness I knew would follow, was a luxury Evers would find a way to take from me. And so, my time with her was most assuredly short, and I was reassured to ken that Emma would be safe with Kane.

Many women had come before, for Kane and me, but there was no question Emma was different. Not only did she arouse

every sexual need to a point where my balls ached with impatience to have her, but every protective, possessive desire as well. She wasn't a woman to fuck and leave. She was a woman to cherish, to protect, to possess, to dominate. I ran my fingers over her dark curls, silky soft. She was so very dainty. Sweet. Sexy as hell. Fucking her wouldn't be enough. We'd spend time training her to meet our every need, and her every pleasure. This is what husbands did for their wife. It was our job, our responsibility.

She began to stir, and twas time to make her mine. Finally! Later, the training would begin. My cock throbbed against the curve of her arse. When she stiffened in my arms, recognizing she was most certainly not alone and definitely naked, I shifted so that she lay beneath me, her soft breasts pillowing against my chest, her nipples hardening at the contact. I nudged one of my legs between hers and I felt the heat of her cunny against my thigh.

"Oh," she gasped in surprise. Her hands came up to push against my chest. She was so lovely when she awoke, her dark hair spread over the pillow, her pale eyes soft and sleepy.

"Expecting Kane?"

She nodded warily, licked her lips. I bit back a groan at the idea of what that little pink tongue could do.

"Dinna fear any jealousy or Kane's ire. Ye are my wife just as ye are his and he expects ye to be well fucked when we board the stage. By me."

Her eyes widened at my words. I wasn't going to soften them because of her innocence. I would speak and act as I planned to proceed. I would be gentle, however she would know my dominance. Shifting my hips, I nudged my cock against her inner thigh. The skin there was so satiny soft it made my cock pulse.

"We must rise for the stage, but first, I will fuck you, make you mine just as much as Kane's." My voice was deep with desire. "Every morning while ye are still abed, Emma, ye will be fucked either by me or Kane, or both of us together. Trust me in saying that ye will be quite eager for this soon enough as are we. For now, let me get ye ready." I nudged her legs wider and reached between to test her readiness. She gasped in surprise and pushed at me, trying to lift me off. She'd ridden Kane when he took her. This was the first time she was beneath a man. I'd need to take it slow, to wake her body to desire just like she awoke from sleep. When I found her clit, her reticence slipped away, just as her hands dropped to her sides.

Propping myself up onto one arm, I leaned down and kissed her, brushing my lips across her softness, then slipped my tongue in to touch hers. I played with her slick cunny, brushed over her clit all the while I kissed her. Slowly. Leisurely. I felt every tense line of her body soften, felt her skin heat beneath my touch. I brushed her hair off her face then kissed my way across her jaw to her ear, licked the dainty swirl.

"Mmm," I whispered, my cock hardening painfully as I found her dripping wet. Her heat practically scorched my fingers. "You're slick with Kane's seed. I love to ken you're cunny's filled like this. It is my turn to add to it. I have been waiting all night to make you mine."

"Why...." She cleared her throat. "Why didn't you do it last night?" she whispered, tilting her head to the side to give me better access to nuzzle at the frantic pulse beating at her neck. Her scent was so sweet. Tempting. Her hands gripped tightly on my biceps. "Ye were asleep, Emma. I want ye wide awake when we fuck." I moved between her thighs, spread her wide with my palms. "When ye call out my name. Kane may have taken yer virginity, but ye are mine, too."

I looked down her body, noticed her tight nipples and had to taste them. I laved a turgid tip then took it fully into my mouth as I slowly, gently even, slipped a finger deep inside her.