Their Captivated Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 3)

I shook my head. "He seems a fine horse, but if you dislike the man who sold him to you so much, why do business with him?"

"We didna know his actions toward ye before the deal was done," Simon said. "Remember, I hadna met you at the dance as these blokes had, for I was with Peters at the saloon." He didn't seem happy about it either.

I remembered the first time I saw Simon—outside in front of my house in just my robe—and how he'd looked at me with worry and something else. I didn't know it then, but the look was most definitely lust.

"Yet you gave your money to a man I dislike, whom my uncle dislikes, and from what I understand, you don't like him either."

Rhys leaned against the back of a chair so we were of similar height. "We wanted the horse, not him. Our relationship with the bloody man is done."

"Why do business with such a...bloody man?" I put my hands on my hips. "You know how I feel about him."

"Do you want us to return the horse, is that what you're asking?" Cross asked. "Are you making us choose between you and the horse?"

Was I? I felt irrationally angry all of a sudden, as if they were content giving money to a man who was so....dishonorable.

"I just didn't consider it before now, as you are all so mind-consuming." Wicked grins spread across all three men's faces. "It just seems as if you are condoning his behavior."

Rhys narrowed his eyes in thought.

"And we are condoning your behavior right now," Rhys countered. "What's the matter, love? You seem as if you're itching for an argument. You've known ever since the dance we bought the stud horse from him and have not mentioned a concern before now. If you need attention, love, all you had to do was ask."

"I am not—"

Rhys held up his hand.

"We are a large group and I would think daunting for you," Cross said. He looked to Simon, who nodded.

"We were going to take ye home and fuck ye good and hard, but it seems ye canna wait." Simon reached for her hand. "Come, we will fuck ye now."

Simon tugged me across the room, the other two following. "What? Wait!" I dug my heels in but there was no way I could compete with Simon in strength. "We can't...I mean, the men, they're all staring!"

Heat flooded my cheeks at the thought. Simon pulled me out of the room, down the hall and into what appeared to be an office. I could barely hear the men's voices from the other room and we were on the opposite side of the house from the kitchen. Rhys closed the door behind him, and I was surrounded by my men with nowhere to go. The room seemed so small with them looming.

"I don't need to be fucked now, truly. Let's go back out there before they start thinking that's what we are doing in here."

"Nay, lass, ye're getting your fucking now."

"But—"

"We may be many here at Bridgewater, but the four of us are a family," Cross said. "You are the center of our world even if we are not in the room with you."

While I believed he believed in what he said, I doubted him. I wasn't the center of Uncle Allen's world. I thought I had been, but I wasn't.

"We are newly wed and if we must continue to prove this to you until you believe it, then we will," Rhys said, forcing me to walk backward until I bumped into the large desk. "Turn around, love."

Simon stood next to Rhys, but Cross went around to the other side of the desk

and moved the chair out of the way. When I didn't respond as he bid, Rhys put his hands on my waist and spun me about. A large hand on my back had me bending forward over the wooden surface of the desk.

Cross began undoing the front placket of his dark pants and his cock sprung free—his hard, thick cock, clear fluid seeping from the tip. The broad head was plush and I licked my lips with the idea of tasting it.

"I told him how you learned to suck cock, love, and how you took me so deep into your mouth I couldn't help but come on your tongue. Show Cross how good you are."

I felt hands on my legs and cool air on my skin as my dress was lifted.

"You sucked Rhys' cock?" Cross asked, moving forward so the tip of his cock nudged against my lips. "Part those lips and take me into your mouth. I've been dying to be inside there."

"The others...they'll know," I said, glancing up, way up at Cross.