Their Harlot Bride (Bridgewater Brides 7)
“That would be for the best.” Normally, I’d be one for facing a threat and dealing with it, but in this, Sassy’s feelings would come first. “Do you think we should ask Ford if he knows anything about Carmichael?”
Like us, Ford was fairly new to town and a former lord himself, a marquess or something like that. Titles didn’t mean anything in Bridgewater, so I hadn’t paid much attention to the details. He was a good man, happily married in the Bridgewater way, sharing a bride with one of the soldiers who had traveled with him.
William nodded slowly. “More information can’t hurt. We should probably question Sassy once she’s more comfortable.”
Truthfully, I wanted to question her immediately, but her reluctance to talk about her past was fairly clear. Hopefully, William was right, and she’d eventually answer our questions without hesitation. She was so giving with her body, but she held back with her thoughts.
I wanted both and knew William felt the same.
Lost in our own thoughts, we got the kitchen cleaned up and returned to the bedroom, stripping before climbing in on either side of her. Her soft, warm skin brushed against mine, and my cock immediately twitched with interest, but I ignored it. Securing our wife between us, William and I quickly fell asleep.
8
Sassy
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Over the next couple of days, I discovered life on a ranch was both easier and harder than I’d imagined.
The mornings came quickly, far more quickly than I was used to, even when I’d been working in the factory. I adjusted, though, eagerly plunging into my new li
fe and trying to push away the nagging worries that had followed me out west. It was easier to forget Lord Carmichael and the possible danger when my husbands were at home, but they couldn’t be there all day.
It shocked me how quickly I grew to crave their presence. I didn’t care how dirty and sweaty they were when they reached the front door, I would fly into their arms for a greeting. Clive had been startled at first, although William met me with a wide grin.
At night, they told me stories about their day on the ranch, answered my questions, and took me out to the barn to meet the horses and barn cats before we retired to the bedroom. They took turns in my mouth and pussy, sometimes using their mouths and fingers on me first, and always, always, bringing me to my pleasure before they took theirs.
Both of them also spent a good deal of time stretching out my bottom, using their fingers, to the point where my fear had receded, and I was beginning to crave having them fill me completely. They had already shown me how much pleasure they could give me that I had never experienced before… maybe this would be the same.
Even if it wasn’t, I truly wanted to please them so much, I would endure whatever they wished in order to satisfy them.
One afternoon, William came riding back to the house, startling me where I was hanging our laundry to dry. Quickly, I strung up the last of the wash, so I could be done by the time he arrived. He didn’t seem to be in a particular hurry to reach me, but concern rose up, nonetheless. Frowning, I came out from behind the line, having pinned the last sheet in place.
“Is everything well?” I asked as he rode up. “Is Clive alright?”
The smile that flashed across William’s face was surprisingly wicked, and I blinked in surprise. I’d been sure that something was wrong. Had he come back to the house just to make love to me?
“Clive is fine,” William said reassuringly. He leaned to the side, reaching for me with his hand. “Come here, I’ll take you back to the house. I have something for you.”
My interest piqued, I took his hand and let him pull me onto his lap on the horse, then gave me a thorough kiss that sent tingles through me.
I desperately wanted to learn how to ride, but the men hadn’t had time to teach me yet. Sitting on William or Clive’s lap while they rode was the best they’d been able to do so far, and I loved every moment of it. To be truthful, sitting on their laps was certainly no hardship. I loved the feel of them holding onto me tightly, knowing they would keep me safe and secure.
Even though the ride lasted less than a minute, since the laundry line was just behind the house, my body was already humming from William’s touch. My nipples hardened, and my pussy creamed in anticipation.
William
* * *
Why had I thought it was a good idea to put my wife on my lap when I knew I wasn’t going to have time to indulge her?
The moment her soft curves hit my thighs, my cock went from interested to full mast. Having her ride with me was exquisite torture. She was a soft weight, her bottom rubbing against my cock, my arm banded about her middle just under her breasts, and the sweet, floral scent of her skin filling my nose. I was going to miss this once we taught her how to ride.
Maybe we’d still occasionally take rides like this for old time’s sake.
Letting her slip off Blaze, I followed her down, hitching the horse to the front porch. Sassy’s eyebrows rose.
“I take it this won’t be a long visit?” she asked, her lips curving upwards. She cocked her head at me, clearly curious.