Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

I put my cheek against the cool wood and closed my eyes at the delicious feel of his finger on my very used flesh. He didn't linger though, nor did he bring me to climax. Instead, he removed his hand and my dress fell to my feet.

I opened my eyes and looked at him over my shoulder in confusion. "Didn't you want to...? I mean—"

"There, ye should be nice and warm for the journey."

He'd grinned at me, while I, in turn, fumed. I was prepared to beg for him to continue and then I remembered what they'd said the day before—that I would beg for it. Lord, they'd been right!

As we walked across the open expanse between houses, it began to snow. Fortunately, I had been prepared for the long Montana winter weather, having a long wool coat, fur-lined gloves, and a thick scarf to wrap over my head and around my neck that had been in the delivered trunk. Plus, Connor had been correct. His illicit touches had warmed me to my core and helped keep the chill at bay. Even so, Dash wrapped an arm about my waist and I huddled in closely to him as we walked. For October, I assumed this was typical fickle Montana weather, but the lead-gray of the clouds indicated this probably wasn't a passing cold snap.

Dash opened the door to Kane and Ian's house and I entered first. Connor quickly shut the door behind us, keeping the gusty wind and cold outside. Ann, with her fair hair pulled back with a ribbon, met us at the door.

"Good," she told me. "The men are letting you out of their sight, and only after being married a day! A treat for us."

She took my gloves and scarf and carried them from the room, leaving me with the men. Dash helped me remove my coat.

"You're leaving me?" I asked, surprised.

The men held their hats in their hands but kept on their coats. "We must bring the cattle in from the far fields. While it's only October, this could be a bad storm and we need them close."

"Can't someone—" I cut off my words and realized I was arguing with Connor about how they ran their ranch and being petulant. "Of course, I understand."

"You will be safe here with the women. Quinn will be remaining behind, as will another hand. The others know what to do if there's a problem and we should be back before dark."

I nodded and folded my hands before me. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

"I recognize that mild tone," Dash replied. "Ye are being complicit against yer wishes. Tis all right for you to miss us and tell us so."

My eyebrow went up and I couldn't help but smile. "Do either of you have any modesty?" I pointed at Connor. "Yesterday, answering the door—" she looked around and lowered her voice, "—naked, and you—you are seeking praise where there is none."

"Verra well," Connor replied, grinning. "I shall tell ye the truth." He put his hand to his chest and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "I will miss ye and yet I will stay warm thinking of yer pink nipples and yer pink pussy and how yer cheeks get pink when I talk without any modesty...like right now."

I pushed on his chest and he stepped back, only because he chose to.

"I will have pink thoughts as well," Dash added, the corner of his mouth tipping up, but I saw the heat in his eyes.

"Go," I replied, smiling. "Tend to your cows. I will be fine. Truly."

The men watched me closely for a moment, then each gave me a kiss in turn. These weren't simple pecks on the cheek. They were kisses that spoke of promises to come. Seemingly satisfied, they put on their hats and left. I, on the other hand, was not satisfied at all. I was overheated and my lips tingled and between my legs I was not only a little sore, but wet as well from when Connor touched me. I was not satisfied in the least, and I was quite anxious for my men's return. Was this their intention? If it was, it was working quite well.

I followed the sound of women's voices coming from the back of the house. Ann, Emma, Laurel and Olivia were in the kitchen. Emma was holding baby Ellie, and a little Christopher was sitting in a high chair with a spoon and a bowl of what appeared to be porridge. I cringed at the sight of it, for in school we had it every morning. Half of it was all over his face. Laurel was quite pregnant, the round swell of her belly looking like a watermelon beneath her dress. She sat at the table with her feet up on a chair and Olivia brought her a steaming cup of coffee.

I stood in the doorway and watched them, comfortable and settled in their lives here at Bridgewater. Clearly their men were tentative enough for three of them to have had or be having a baby. From what Olivia said the day before at lunch, perhaps she had not been married long enough yet to be part of this distinction.

Olivia was the one who saw me first. "Rebecca! Oh good, you've joined us. Come in. Would you like some coffee? Or are you a tea drinker?"

I smiled and came into the room. I was a tea drinker, but coffee seemed to be more of an American drink and I needed to learn their customs if I was now one of them. "If coffee is made, that will be fine. Thank you."

"We are surprised to see you," Emma said.

"Walking," Laurel added, one hand over her mouth trying to hide her smile.

I knew to what she spoke of. Now. The day before, I'd had no idea. I was sore between my legs. My pussy, as the men called it, throbbed, not only from being filled and stretched by two cocks, but also from the lingering feelings of pleasure they'd wrought. My back entrance was tender, too.

"I had three days before I was allowed to wear clothes again," Olivia shared. "I have three husbands, so I was alone with them for three days."

"You were naked for three days?" I asked, stunned. My men had only required it for one.

"And even naked for that long it still took you three whole months to become pregnant," Ann added.