Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

I glanced between the men, a little fearful I spoke out of turn.

"We found it quite enlightening, until this event," Kane took my hand in his, reassuring me my words were not taken more deeply than deserved. "As you are well aware, being married to several men is not a Western custom."

"This man Evers has come all the way here to take Ian back to England?" The idea made the breakfast unappealing.

He squeezed my hand. "Evers wouldn't come here. He's too important in England, or at least he thinks that of himself. Besides, it's half a world away. We chose this location well. Once we learned of Evers' intentions to implicate Ian for his crimes, we banded together and departed Mohamir and worked our way here. To remain safe and keep Evers' secret."

"Here, we found a place to settle, to begin lives like the families in Mohamir," Simon added.

"A woman with several husbands," I finished.

"It's not something I was raised for," Ann told me and she looked to Robert, then Andrew. "But my straits were dire and I had to marry. Robert promised he would take care of me, to protect me and ensured I would never see my father again. He was a...cruel man."

A look of old pain crossed her face.

"I wanted her the moment I saw her," Robert said, lifting Ann's hand and kissing the knuckles, which made her brighten remarkably.

"It was quite a surprise when I learned that Andrew claimed me as his wife as well. It was...complicated." She chuckled and the other man smiled. They were clearly happy now, infatuated even and I remembered how they'd taken her together, all of them verbose in their pleasure.

"What are we to do, sit by idly while we wait for their return?" I asked, feeling helpless.

"There are no idle hands here on the ranch," Simon said, returning from the kitchen with a platter refilled with ham. "We work for the common good. We rotate turns cooking and tending to dishes as you saw last night. It is my task this morning. There is ample to do. Horses, cattle, fences, building maintenance, the list is never ending."

"What do you think would interest you, baby?" Kane asked.

I thought for a moment. I'd grown up with a cook, a housekeeper and other people to take care of the more mundane tasks. I was...had been a society woman and was not adept at ranch life.

"I can ride. Perhaps I can offer assistance in the stables?" I looked to Kane, then at the other men around the table.

"Then we shall begin the day there."

***

"Relax, Emma," Kane said in soothing tones. I was on my stomach, knees tucked under me in the usual position for having the plug put in or taken out. It was morning, so the latest plug had been in all night.

"I...I'm sorry," I replied, taking a deep breath, although it did nothing to settle me.

"You've only been awake a minute. What can you be so tense about?" He'd moved his hands from between my thighs and ran one up and down my back.

I sighed into my pillow. "Ian. I worry about Ian."

His hand continued it's slow, soothing motion. "Baby, there's no reason to worry. He's fine."

I looked over my shoulder at him, once again in awe. His shoulders were broad, his chest solid and with dark hair that tapered in a line below his navel to the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. His cock was always erect; there wasn't a time when I saw it at rest, even after a good fucking. Unruly locks of hair fell over his forehead. Sleep had softened his features, if that were even really possible. I was...enthralled.

"It's been five days," I pouted. I missed Ian. I had to admit to myself that I wanted both men. I wanted Kane...and Ian. It seemed like something – someone – was missing with Ian gone.

"I thought all the time with the horses would have distracted you."

I shook my head dejectedly. "I've enjoyed it, especially riding astride instead of sidesaddle. That seems so paltry though in comparison to what Ian's challenges."

His hand slid down my back to cup my bottom. "Take a deep breath and push out. That's it. Good girl." He slipped the plug from me and didn't delay working me with his fingers. This had been the routine in the days since Ian left. "You've done so well. I can now fit two fingers in you."

I breathed heavily from his ministrations; his two fingers – very large fingers – scissored and stretched my ass even more than the plug. The feeling wasn't something I would ever become used to. It was foreign and uncomfortable, yet the sensations elicited as his fingers brushed against the ring of muscle there had me panting and even coming. I disliked it, but loved it all the same.

"Ian will be so pleased when he returns. He will want to see your progress, to see you taking the progressively larger plugs. You will be ready for his cock. Why will he be pleased, baby?"

I moaned as he pushed the fingers in deep, the greasy lubricant from the plug still kept me slippery. "Because...because he will fuck me there."