Their Kidnapped Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 1)

Kane frowned. "You ask after the other men while Ian plays with your cunny?"

"They need to find their own wives," Ian muttered. "Perhaps, Kane, we have not done enough to make her remember to whom she belongs."

He slipped a finger into me and I sighed. "I...I remember."

"I'm not so sure," Kane countered. "Since it is your job to make the baby, it is most certainly your men's job to fill you with seed to do so."

"I...I would not want you to be remiss in your duties," I said, my eyes falling shut as my legs fell wide.

Ian moved between my legs and filled me in one easy stroke. "I will never get enough, lass."

His breath fanned my neck.

"Never," Kane added.

"Never," I whispered, as my husbands claimed me once again.