Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

"I was in town when you were gone and Taylor at the saloon was blabbering."

"So you got him drunk," Mason surmised.

Simon nodded. "Pulled him into a game of cards. Nothing he said about the men should have piqued my interest, but he mentioned they had funny accents. His words, not mine."

This group of men was the one with the funny accents, but discovering there was another – or a few men – that spoke in a similar fashion, especially in the Montana Territory, would be memorable.

"It was only a matter of time," Ian said, giving a disappointed shake to his head.

"It's been five years," Mason countered, pointing a fork at Ian.

"Evers won't give up."

When the men returned to their food, it seemed the conversation was over. I turned to Ian. "Who is Evers?"

He looked at me and smiled, little crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. Even in the brief time I'd known him, I could tell the smile was forced, that he was trying to protect me. He wanted me to be burden free. "Just someone we all used to work with. In the army."

"In England?" I asked.

"Mohamir."

Mohamir? "Is that near Persia?" I asked.

Kane nodded. I looked his way. "Yes."

The men finished their food without any more discussion, all clearly quiet in their thoughts. It seemed I was to be kept from the details regarding something that involved them years before. None wished to delve into conversation about it, but it seemed to have affected all of their spirits. Finished with their meal, they stood and cleared the table, carrying all of the dishes into the kitchen to be washed. It appeared Mason was the dishwasher tonight as well as cook's helper; from what was said earlier, they must rotate this task as well. I blushed at how he'd come to the bedroom door earlier and how, at the time, my legs had been pinned back by Ian as Kane shaved me. Fortunately, Kane had kept the man from seeing me naked and lewdly exposed, but he most assuredly knew what the men had done. My cheeks burned.

When Mason caught me looking at him, he gave me a smile and winked. I flushed even hotter and turned away. As I stood in the center of the kitchen, the men swirled around me and I felt overwhelmed. Everyone was so familiar with each other, so organized, so at ease. I felt out of place, on edge and wary of any misstep. Instead of remaining in the throng, I decided I could help by picking up any remaining dishes, so I returned to the dining room only to stop in my tracks just inside the doorway.

In the corner was Ann, hands on the wall, Robert close behind her. Fucking her. Naive as I was, I knew what I was witnessing, although I never knew it was possible to do standing up. Robert's pants were open enough only to free his cock, which from across the room, was quite large. He buried it all the way into Ann, then pulled back, his hands on her hips, pulling them back and keeping her in place, filling her again and again.

Andrew stood beside her, his cock out and his hand stroking up and down. "Good girl, Ann. Neither of us could wait to fuck you as we watched you shift and squirm in your chair knowing your ass was nice and filled, knowing you belong to us."

His words weren't harsh, but kind, pleasing. Soothing. Ann cried out, and most definitely in pleasure. "Yes, oh, Robert. Harder."

"Do ye like what ye see?"

The words at my ear had me jump, my hand flying to my chest. "Ian, you scared me."

"You may think Andrew and Robert are harsh men, perhaps cruel to speak so frankly about Ann. Do they look uncaring to you?"

Ann came right then, her sign of pleasure escaping as a deep moan.

The sound shook me to my core. I wanted to have the attention of my husbands just like Ann did right now. I wanted to feel what Ann was, a bone deep pleasure that couldn't be dampened. I shifted, rubbing my thighs together, which were now decidedly wet. My nipples tightened almost painfully.

"See? They cherish Ann, just as we cherish you."

"Why are they doing this where we can witness?"

"They are taking care of her. You saw that Andrew was aroused at the table. None of them could wait. She needs her men to recognize when she is ready for a good fucking. Most of that squirming she did at dinner wasn't because of the plug, but because her cunny was ready to be fucked. Her needs come first, wherever they are. All of us understand this. Besides, Ann knows how pleased her husbands are with her and they are not afraid to show it."

Andrew thrust one last time, held himself deep as he clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on Ann's hips. After a moment, he pulled out, his cock now replete, white seed dripping from Ann beneath a dark object that protruded from her back entrance. Oh! That was the plug? It looked so big! They could take her with that within her?

Robert took Andrew's spot behind Ann and without ceremony, filled her up. "Ann, you're so tight, so slick with seed."

Ian took my hand and pulled me from the room and toward the stairs as Ann's moans followed us. "Where are we going?"

Kane was waiting for us on the landing. "You've pleased us this meal, so we are tending to you."