Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

Her eyes widened. "Do you expect me to remain in only a sheet?"

I took a step toward her, took hold of the long swath and tugged it from her body. She squeaked in surprise and covered herself, although her lush bounty was too much for her hands to hide. She must have removed the stockings after awakening for her long legs were bare. I was used to women who used their sexuality to get what they wanted. We were nae poor men. Bridgewater was well known to be prosperous. It wasna just the ladies at Rose's brothel who were bold and forward, grasping my cock as if it were a key to a bank vault. Forward lasses from town had almost caught me in a compromising position a time or two.

Rebecca, however, was from a family that did nae seek fortune, for they had their own. She was nae eager to claim my body, quite the opposite in fact. She hadna even claimed me—her brother had for her. So it was refreshing to know Rebecca's feminine wiles were unaffected. It made my cock stir at the innocence of her.

"Nay. We expect ye to be naked."

"Naked?" she repeated. "I can't go around the house naked."

"Of course, ye can. Tis only the three of us."

"Someone could come by again like Mr. Quinn; there are quite a few of you on the ranch. There are windows everywhere. The other trunk may be delivered."

"Quinn said Mr. Arnold will deliver it tomorrow," I said. I doubted the man would bring it today if he told Quinn otherwise, for it was important for his business to keep to his word.

"It's immodest!"

"Nay. Tis our bidding and as for modesty, we are your husbands and there is no modesty between us."

"My breasts," she began, then glanced away and bit her lip.

"Aye?" I asked. I could tell her words were important to her so I waited patiently for her to continue.

"They are very large and...heavy."

I glanced at her breasts and agreed. They were palest of color, lush and teardrop shaped, her nipples large and, for now, plump and with lovely pointed tips. I remembered the feel of them against my tongue, their taste.

"I must wear a corset...for comfort."

While I wanted her naked so I could look upon her perfect body, her needs came first. "Verra well. Bring me a corset and I will assist ye into it."

Relief had the tenseness escape her shoulders as she turned and found a corset, a crisp white with lace trim along the edges. I took it from her as she turned her back to me. As I slid her long hair over one shoulder, I kissed the skin there as I eyed the long expanse of her neck and back, the line of her spine and the full curve

of her arse.

Continuing to kiss her along her nape, I wrapped the corset around her front and after some adjusting on her part, tucked her breasts within comfortably. Lifting my head, I did up the laces. "I willna tighten this one as your chaperone did this morning. Tis nae healthy."

"But I need a narrow waist," she countered.

I pulled on the laces, tightening them from bottom to top. "Nay. Yer waist is perfect." The fit was snug, but nay tight as I did up the ribbons at the top. "And breathing is healthy."

"Hello!" Connor called from the kitchen.

"In here," I replied. I heard his footfall on the wood floor before he joined us in the entry. Rebecca's trunk would move to my room later, but for now, it was better that her clothes were nae easily accessible, for I had been truthful in my words; we didna intend for her to wear them, at least today. It took some coaxing to get her unclothed the first time and I didna wish to go through that process again.

Connor smiled at Rebecca and went directly to her, cupped the sides of her face and kissed her soundly. When he released her, her cheeks held a pretty flush.

"Coming home and having my wife naked and available with such sweet kisses, tis a fine thing." Running his finger over the luscious swell of her breasts and the delicate scalloped lace of her corset, he asked, "What's this?"

"Tis uncomfortable for her breasts to be unbound, therefore I'm letting her wear her corset," I told Connor.

"Aye. I must kiss ye again lass, for I have a craving for the taste of ye." He lowered his head and kissed her again. This was nae a simple kiss like they shared at the altar. This was carnal. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he cupped the side of her face once again so he could angle her head to his liking. This was a sign of possession. He stepped back and Rebecca's eyes fluttered open, although were blurry with newfound desire.

Connor stuck an arm out for me to take the cloth bag that he'd collected from Rhys, then dipped his fingers into the front of Rebecca's corset and coaxed her nipples above the upper edging of lace. He took a tip into his mouth and laved it, then the other, both hardening into hard points. "There. Tis much better."

Rebecca's mouth fell open as she looked down at herself.

"We want you naked, you want to be comfortable."