Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"That's right. He's going to claim your virgin arse. After, we'll both fuck you. Together. Ian will fuck your arse while I fuck your tight cunny. What will that mean?"

He'd said these words to me every morning as he worked my body. It was a daily reminder as to Ian's inclusion in our marriage, that we would not be complete until he returned. That he was training my ass for Ian.

"That we are one."

Ian moved behind me and nudged the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. It was so broad, so flared that every time he filled me, he opened me so wide. "It will be like this, only better. My fingers are most certainly a poor substitute for Ian's big cock."

With those words, he thrust deep, filling my pussy, his fingers in my ass, coaxing me into complete submission. Kane was correct. With Ian missing, I came, but the pleasure I knew would not be the same until he returned and his cock was deep within me as well.

***

One challenge of ranch life I discovered was the lack of solitude. Kane remained close to me at night from dinner until breakfast. After eating in the morning, he went off to do whatever needed to be accomplished that day. Repairing a well, a breeding of a mare to the very eager stallion, stringing barbed wire, going into town for supplies. The list was never ending. When Kane was not about, I usually worked in companionship with at least one other man in the stable, if not more. Ann enjoyed working the garden, the immense patch of land that held all kinds of vegetables and fruit that would sustain our larder for the winter.

Today, however, the men were off working far afield and I was alone in the stable. I'd ridden each day, with the promise to remain in sight of the buildings when alone for my own safety. Fortunately, I'd done nothing to warrant a punishment from Kane while Ian had been away, which only helped me to settle into my daily tasks.

After saddling the horse Kane had chosen for me, I led the animal out of the stable and into the bright sunshine. The air was warm and fresh; a rain shower overnight left everything verdant.

I was just pulling a carrot I'd stolen from the kitchen out of my pocket to give to the animal when something in the distance caught my eye. It was a group of men, four of them, on horseback, although who they were was unclear. They were on a rise to the south, in the opposite direction of town.

A bad feeling settled in my stomach, knowing none of the men on the ranch had gone that way. Kane was with Brody and Simon tending to a sick calf in the north pasture. Rhys and Cross were stringing barbed wire to a repaired fence to the west. Ann was most likely in the garden at this hour.

Slowly, they came closer, their horses plodding over the terrain as if they had all the time in the world. Recognition was swift, even from such a distance, for I knew Ian's bearing, the breadth of his shoulders. He was with three other men. Strangers. Oh, dear lord.

Dropping the horse's lead, I sprinted into the stable to grab the rifle, locked and loaded, perched upon pegs in the wall, ready for use at any sign of danger. Kane had pointed it out to me the first day, ensuring I knew not only the dangers that abounded, but also how we protected ourselves from them.

I was surely familiar with a rifle. Before my parents died, my father had instructed me to shoot until I was competent in using one. He'd also provided a lifestyle that did not require doing so. Until now.

Returning to the horse, I mounted carefully with the loaded weapon and a long skirt and nudged my heels into his sides.

"Ann!" I shouted as I came upon the garden, dirt kicking up around me in a soft swirl.

She stood from her crouch by the summer raspberries.

"Ian is on the rise with several men."

Her eyes widened beneath the brim of her sun hat, from my words and most likely from the gun I had slung across my body. "Surely you aren't going to meet them?"

"He is with the men who sought him. I know it."

"How do you know such a thing?" she asked, her head turned in the direction of the rise, her hand on her forehead to block the sun.

I shook my head. "I just do." My heart raced and I was breathing as if I'd run the distance to the garden instead of riding.

"You can't mean to approach them yourself!" A look akin to horror crossed her face.

"What if they are here for the others?" I looked in the opposite direction to see if any of the men could be seen. "Do you want them all to be taken? Killed?"

"You could get killed," she countered, pointing at me.

"I have the rifle."

"Emma!" she shouted, but I'd already spurred my horse into a full gallop.

My bonnet slipped off my head from the brisk pace, bouncing against my back as it dangled from the ribbon about my neck. Ian was back and he was in danger.

When the men saw me approach, they stopped. I slowed to a trot, shifting the rifle so I could aim and fire at will.

Ian was indeed one of the men, Mason, I now recognized, on his left, two strangers on his right. They all appeared travel worn, with dusty clothes, skin tanned from the sun. The length of the scruff on their cheeks indicated several days in the saddle. To my eyes, Ian looked heavenly. He was whole and appeared uninjured. The look on his face, however, indicated his situation to be dire.