Their Treasured Bride (Bridgewater Ménage 4)

"Quiet, lass," he said, his voice whip sharp in the room. The sound of crackling wood came from the fireplace, but otherwise only the strong wind could be heard.

He lifted up her skirt without any type of gentleness, tossing the fabric onto her back. Instantly she stood back upright.

"Nay, lass. Over ye go."

"Connor!" she cried out and struggled against his hold.

Connor's gaze met mine. "Give me yer belt."

Rebecca stilled instantly and I watched as the bright flags of color drained from her cheeks. "A belt? No! You can't beat me. Please, I did nothing wrong. Don't hurt me!"

I'd already pulled the leather from my pants and handed it to Connor when she finished her panicked words.

Connor's hand that rested on her back smoothed up and down her spine. "We are nae going to beat ye."

She stilled at his words.

He took the opportunity to grip one of her hands, then the other and pulled her arms behind her back. Carefully, he cinched my belt around her wrists, securing her in place.

"There, now. Where were we? Ah, yes." Connor pushed her dress back up and onto her back and nudged her feet apart so that her pussy was open and visible. "Ye lied, lass. Ye're nay bleeding."

I heard her mumble something into the cushion of the couch.

"I have to wonder then, do ye have a headache or are ye lying about that as well."

She mumbled some more.

Connor spanked her once on the arse, nae too hard, but a bright pink handprint appeared quickly enough.

"You spanked me!" she cried, her head coming up, her hair falling free of the pins.

"Aye, and if ye dinna answer our questions, I will do it again."

She turned to look at us over her shoulder, her eyes all but brimming with anger and fire. "I do not have a headache."

I smoothed a hand over the heated spot on her arse and she flinched.

"My turn," I murmured to Connor, and he stepped back for me to take his place directly behind her.

I ran a finger down her slit and she shivered.

"What did ye talk about while we were moving the cattle?" I asked, continuing the benign movement of my finger. It wasna enough for her to come, but definitely enough of a caress for her to become aroused. Her wetness seeped out onto my finger so I didna worry about Connor being too rough with the lass. In fact, she seemed to like it, but now was nay the time to play at that.

"Babies," she replied.

My hand paused just over her clit. "Are ye afraid of childbirth, sweetheart? Is that it? I know ye said yer mother died in such a way."

She shook her head, more pins falling onto the couch cushion beneath her. "My mother fell down the stairs which brought about her pains too early."

I didna know how Rebecca survived being born earlier than she should, but I was glad she had.

My finger took up its motion again. "What else did ye discuss?"

"Men," she replied, her voice as stiff as her body. She was holding herself still, as tense as could be, fighting me with willpower instead of muscle.

"Any man in particular?" Connor asked, squatting down beside her head.

"Why are you doing this?"