Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

Her eyes narrowed. "I do not need a treat like I am a little girl."

Connor crossed his arms. "I promise ye, the treat is definitely nae for a little girl. It is for a good girl."

Pursing her lips, she eyed us both, then laid back.

Connor grabbed her about the waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the table, her feet wide and her toes curled around the edge.

"Ye want to be distracted?" Connor asked, leaning over the table and placing a hand beside her head. "I'll distract ye."

As Connor began to kiss Rebecca and use his free hand to play with her nipples, I said, "Dinna move, sweetheart."

I brushed thick bubbles of soap onto her mound and pussy, then quickly and methodically worked to shave her bare, all the while she lay as still as she could with Connor working her nipples. When done, I stood and retrieved a damp cloth. I wiped at her now smooth, pink skin, removing any traces of soap.

Connor lifted his head and pushed off the table to stand beside me and see her bare flesh.

Running my finger over the now smooth skin, I said, "Doesn't that feel better? Ye are going to feel so much more from now on. That's only my finger." I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the spot where my finger caressed. So smooth, so soft. "That is my tongue."

Her hips shifted and she cried out.

"Yer treat, lass, is coming by Dash's mouth on ye."

I looked up at her from between her spread thighs and past her upturned nipples. She lifted back up on her elbows, but instead of being feisty and contrary, she was flushed and her eyes were blurry with passion. "His mouth?"

Her eyes were on Connor, so I lowered my head and flicked my tongue over her clit, now clearly visible along with the rest of her very pink, very plush pussy.

"Ye can watch if ye want. Tell him what ye like," Connor added. He turned away to put the shaving supplies away and Rebecca's eyes met mine. As I flicked her clit, parted her folds with my thumbs, I watched her. Her dark eyes widened in surprised, then the lids slid closed. I took the time to learn her every curve, every soft fold, every slick inch of her. Turning my hand, I hooked two fingertips into her entrance and slipped them inside, fucking her slowly yet in time with my flat licks across her clit. I felt our seed deep inside her, making her channel slick.

Her breathing changed, became erratic and deep, her muscles in her thighs quivered. Her entire body tensed as I worked her. Her head thrashed on the table.

"I can't," she cried. "I can't. This isn't right. I shouldn't—"

"Stop," Connor said, his voice like a whi

p cracking in the room.

Rebecca cut off her words and I pulled my fingers and mouth free. Using the back of my hand, I wiped her essence from my mouth.

"Do ye want to come, Rebecca?" Connor used her name, nae lass, therefore I knew he was serious.

"Yes, yes I do, but not like this." Her voice was breathy and needy and frustrated. "Not with your...your mouth on me."

"Ye didna like it?" I asked.

I knew she did. I tasted her desire, licked it from her body.

She nodded.

"Then ye will come like this, with my mouth on ye. Ye can decide if it will be a treat or punishment."

I went back to my task and didna relent until she was thrashing upon the table. Even with her mind fighting the sensations, she came readily enough, proving our thoughts as to her level of passion and responsiveness.

She cried her pleasure, then as she slumped back onto the table.

I picked up the bag Connor had brought and pulled out the various plugs Rhys had crafted along with a jar of lubricant. I opened the jar and dipped the smallest plug into the slick ointment. Without waiting for Rebecca to return to her senses, I placed one hand low on her belly and held her in place as I placed the tip of the plug against her arse. She startled and Connor stroked over her forehead. "Shh," he crooned. "Dash is putting a plug in yer arse."

Her body clenched down and fought the invading plug. With the hand on her stomach, I slid my thumb down to coax over her clit and her body relaxed, if just briefly, long enough to push the very tip within her virgin opening.

"Why?" she gasped, her breath coming out in little pants.